Summary: Delilah is teething, testing my resolve as a parent while Rob is at a convention.
Pairing: Rob x Angelina (Robelina)
Word Count: 580
Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019
A/N: I am freezing and went for some self-indulgent warmth on this chilly Saturday as the snow falls. This can be read alone, but fits into my Robelina Universe Say It Like That. Thank you to @alleiradayne for looking this over. And for your sweet words. <3
As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families. **Photos not mine**
A teething baby and sleep do not go well together. I tried baby Motrin, two hours before that it was baby Tylenol. I had tried everything from frozen fruit to teething rings, even a warm lavender bath. Now we were both crying. Delilah from the discomfort and me because there was nothing I could do to ease it for her. With tears streaming silently down my cheeks, I paced the floor of her nursery with her in my arms. Olivia had gone to bed easily hours ago, happy to get away from the wails of her little sister.
Rob was in Toronto for a convention and wasn’t due home until the next day. Delilah and I were scheduled to go with him, but with the teething, I decided to stay home. There was no sense in both of us being sleep deprived and during a convention weekend, Rob needed what little sleep he did get. I moved from her nursery to our bedroom and turned the television on, keeping the volume low.
Rob always had a way of calming her and I chalked it up to Delilah being a daddy’s girl through and through. She had him wrapped around her little finger from the day she was conceived, but it went both ways. He had a way with her that I secretly envied, especially when he could get her to sleep when I couldn’t. I loaded a video of Rob and Jason singing ‘Hallelujah’ and turned the volume up a notch or two. I swayed slowly as she continued to cry in my arms.
I looked to the screen, seeing Rob step up to the microphone and begin singing. Delilah’s cries turned to whimpers as she heard his voice. I turned her around in my arms so she could see her daddy and her crying faded. My daughter and I swayed back and forth watching Rob do his thing. I was grateful for him and for the respite, finally finding a way to soothe my daughter. I queued up more videos and continued to rock her as our tears subsided.
Exhausted, I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, Delilah’s still glued to the image of her daddy on the television, tucked safely into the nest of pillows in the middle of the bed. I startled awake when the music changed, only to see Rob sitting in the rocking chair, softly strumming his guitar and singing ‘Honey Bee’.
His eyes met mine and I smiled, happy to see my husband. I looked down at our baby next to me, her little eyes finally closing as her daddy sang to her. He finished another song before setting his guitar aside and stripping down to his boxers, he climbed into the other side of our bed. His fingers found mine in the mountain of pillows and he gently kissed my fingertips.
“When did you get home?” I whispered.
“About thirty minutes ago. I couldn’t stay away from my girls for another day,” he replied quietly.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“For what?” he asked.
“For coming home. For loving us, for singing her to sleep and soothing her pain,” I told him. “Your voice was the only thing that calmed her.”
“I’m irresistible to women, what can I say?” he chuckled.
“You’re the baby whisperer,” I yawned, my eyes falling shut.
Rob’s soft lips pressed to my forehead as I drifted off. “And the baby mama whisperer. Rest now, my love.”
Summary: Rob finds another opportunity to capture in pictures a moment with Angelina; she’s not so sure. Sequel to Pictures in the Park.
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Angelina (Robelina)
Word Count: 655
Warnings: Sexy flirting.
Square Filled: ‘I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On’ for BTZ Bingo.
Square Filled: Photographer AU for @spngenrebingo
A/N: As I mapped out some of my bingo squares and realized I could make this combination, I really wanted to do this for our dear @atc74. I ship her with Rob SO HARD. No disrespect to his family, of course, I just think they’re adorable. Enjoy :)
Eleven dates later, Rob showed up on Angelina’s doorstep with his camera over his shoulder and her favorite lemonade in hand.
“You must be buttering me up for something,” she giggled, kissing him before taking the lemonade and sipping it. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. “Delicious.”
“Me or the lemonade?” Rob asked.
Angelina shrugged, turning back into the house with Rob right behind her. “Both. Okay, now tell me. What’s with the camera?”
Rob set the bulky bag on the coffee table and dropped next to her on the couch. “Well, do you remember when we were laying out on the hammock in the backyard last weekend?”
Angelina thought back. “Yes, I believe I was there for that.”
“You were,” Rob smiled. “And so was I. You were dozing off but I was watching you —”
“Ah, being a creeper again.”
“— and the natural lighting was perfect. The wind was in your hair just a little bit … anyway, I’ve been waiting for weather like that, and today’s the day, sweetheart.”
Angelina set her lemonade on a coaster on the coffee table and sighed. “Rob. You still haven’t even given me copies of the pictures you took in the park when we met. I can’t tell you how much I love that you think I’m beautiful and that you want to take these pictures, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable …”
Rob thought on that for a minute, while Angelina chewed on her bottom lip and stared at her hands in her lap. Finally, he hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes back to his.
“This isn’t just about you, it’s about — it’s about how I feel when I’m with you. You looked gorgeous under that tree when you were reading, and you did when we were laying in the hammock, too, but that — that was different. Okay? It was different. It was about this beautiful woman who, despite the creepy way I approached her in the park, agreed to go to dinner with me one night and, suddenly, instead of wondering what the rest of my life would look like, I could see it all stretched out before me. I’m not trying to rush anything, I only want to maybe help you understand why I want to capture a moment like that.”
She pulled her face away from his hand, but only to push forward and smash her lips against his. Rob’s hands came up to hold her face, his tongue sneaking past the barrier of her lips. Angelina pushed forward even more, until she was straddling his lap, and Rob’s arms were wrapped tightly around her. His hands moved over her back, into her hair, down to her hips, all in an effort to find the best place to settle. He simply couldn’t get enough of her.
Minutes later, Angelina pulled back, standing from the couch and breathing heavily. “I’m sorry. I wanted to respond by making you understand how beautiful and cared for you make me feel, and that’s what my brain came up with, I guess.”
Rob pulled a throw pillow onto his lap. “Yeah, no, it’s fine. I guess we’re on the same page, then.”
She picked up her lemonade and took several strong gulps. “Yeah, I’d say so. Shall we get these pictures done with so we can move on to dinner?”
“Can you give me a minute?” Rob squeaked out. “That kiss … that was hot, babe.”
Angelina frowned, until she noted the pillow and the his obvious attempt to not make eye contact with her. She giggled and set her lemonade down, then leaned over him where he sat on the couch.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Photographer,” she said in a sultry voice, brushing her lips over his, “I didn’t mean to turn you on.”
Rob’s nervous chuckle turned to an eager moan as Angelina tossed the pillow to the side and resumed her position on his lap.
Keep It Original: @ashleymalfoy @atc74 @melbrandes @smoothdogsgirl @illisea @ravenesque @spnbaby-67
I hope I did this right! The ever amazing @atc74 sent me a gif to help with my writers block and this was the brain child of that. It was supposed to be a little drabble for her new series, but it kind of got away from me! h]However this is follows her Say What you Mean and Mean What You Say. It was a fun little piece! Thanks to her and @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms for reading through it for me!
It was 3 am when Jensen rolled over to find my side of the bed empty. He sat up and looked around before grabbing his robe and venturing into the house to find me.
“Uh babe? What is all this crap?”
My head shot up from where I was bent over the counter piping chocolate onto wax paper.
“Jens, hey babe. I hope I didn’t wake you.” I bit my lip as I straightened up to look at my boyfriend, pushing some stray hair out of my face with the back of my hand.
“No, but you didn’t answer my question. Babe, it’s like 3 am! What is this crap? Meg, is that an engagement cake?” He stopped opposite from me at the large island looking at the 24 inch round cake I had just wrapped in fondant, and 12 inch round cake I had just frosted with almond buttercream.
“Um, yes,” I looked innocently at him.
“For whom?” He leaned on the counter crossing his arms.
“Angie and Rob,” I smiled sheepishly at him, wrinkling my nose.
“Babe, I thought they had someone to make their cake holy shit are those cupcakes?!” He exclaimed noticing the cooling rack on the counter behind me.
“Mmhmm,” I nodded stepping into his line of vision trying to block the 200 cupcakes behind me. I chewed on my lip waiting for his reaction.
“Meg, Baby,” Jensen stepped around the counter eyeballing the large piece of wax paper with blue chocolate cooling on it before grabbing me by the shoulders. “I thought you were taking pictures,” he looked questioningly at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.
“I am,” I smiled widely at him nodding enthusiastically.
“That does not explain the obscene amount of cupcakes on my counter, or why you are standing in the kitchen at 3 am in your panties and my shirt with flour in your hair and on your face,” he smiled brushing at a spot on my cheek.
“I know. I just, oh Jensen! I was talking to her tonight on the phone and she was so upset. The lady she had doing it messed everything up; it wasn’t the right color, it wasn’t the right flavor, it was just wrong.” I dropped my hands to hang to my sides, the piping bag still in my right hand. “I couldn’t stand it. I told her I would call the lady and fix it, she has no idea I am doing this. I couldn’t sleep. I was going to call the lady and go down there tomorrow but, if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Soooo when I couldn’t sleep, I started poking through the pantry. I was going to make hot chocolate and come back to bed but I saw all my cake mixes and couldn’t help myself. You know I bake when I am stressed and can’t sleep!” I let it all out in a rush. It made me want to cry. Angie had been so upset, but I knew I could help. I looked up at him, his green eyes were shining back at me, wrinkled at the corners from his smile.
“You, Megs, are the most wonderful, amazing woman I have ever met,” he laughed, taking the piping bag still filled with chocolate from me and gathering me in his arms.
“You keep telling me that and as long as I can keep you convinced of that I must be doing something right,” I giggled into his bare chest.
“That you are Babe,” he kissed the top of my head just as the timer sounded. I kissed his chest and went to save another batch of cupcakes from the oven.
“How many are you making?” Jensen asked leaning his hip on the counter as I fished the cupcakes out of the pan.
“300, I just need to freeze them. I will put the chocolate leafing and everything on them at the venue Monday night after I frost them.” I smiled over my shoulder at him as I shifted a cooled batch off of my cooling racks. “I also dipped all of the cake pops and just need to drizzle them.” I turned and smiled at him.
“Holy shit woman.” He laughed. “What can I do?” He asked clapping his hands together.
“You can go back to bed babe, you don’t have to help,” I wrapped my arms around his waist and smiled up at him.
“I know, but it’s for Angie and Rob, I will do whatever I can to help make it a little easier on my crazy girlfriend,” he kissed the tip of my nose. “Now what can I do, Oh Great One?”
Jensen and I were up until almost 7:30 in the morning making cupcakes. He almost died when he realized I had packed his outside deep freeze to the brim with cupcakes and the inside freezer was full of chocolate for the tops of the cupcakes and the cake. I finally convinced him to go to bed since he had a convention with Rob later that night. He told me he needed his beauty sleep but he could only get that with me. I followed him to bed and tucked him in, finally getting some sleep curled up with him, both of us smelling like frosting and cake.
I snapped a quick picture of the finished 12-inch cake for Angie and Rob, it was their personal cake for the announcement at the Con that night. I had frosted it with almond buttercream and piped their names on top then added the anti- possession sigil to the top as a joke along with a microphone for Rob. I quickly sent it off in a text to Rob so he knew it was done; it was his surprise for her.
I was nestled in the front row with Angie and Ana that night for the concert, we stood and cheered when the band including Rob and Jensen took the stage. We never missed the con’s when they were close by. The ones that were out of state were a little harder but we did what we could to make them. This just happened to be in Vancouver and made it easier for Ang and Ana to attend.
Halfway through one of the sets, Jensen disappeared quietly off the side of the stage. I watched with trepidation; he was up to something. Angie glanced questioningly at me and back to where Rob was still singing, I shrugged not knowing what was going on.
“You know what the best part about being backstage at cons is?” Jensen’s voice suddenly came over the speakers over Rob. The band looked around and fell silent as they looked for Jensen.
Everyone in the crowd laughed and people called out ‘no’ in response. I suddenly knew what he was up to.
“You find all sorts of things back here!” Jensen laughed. “There are goodies, food, drinks, and sometimes...” he paused.
“The dirty rotten scoundrel!” I gasped as he entered the stage from the left holding the cake I had made for Angie and Rob..
“What does he have Megs?” Angie asked looking at me curiously.
“Just keep watching. I have a feeling he is going to show you,” I shook my head and rolled my eyes there was nothing to be done now, all I could do was laugh.
“You see ladies and gents, my amazing girlfriend is a little crazy. She has this weird habit of baking when she can't sleep. It is a wonder I haven’t gained 200 pounds since meeting her. Now, this work of art,” Jensen tilted the cake towards the audience. The screen focused just long enough to see Congrats Angie and Rob with the anti-possession symbol and the microphone. “This was made at 3am this morning. It was a little surprise for Rob’s fiancee,who is sitting here in the front row next to Megs. Ang, will you come up here next to Rob?” Jensen asked still holding the cake.
“Megs?” Angie turned to me, a terrified look on her face.
“Oh no, I am not saving you. Get your cute little ass up there!” I pushed her from her seat.
“This was actually supposed to be a surprise, but we all know that Jensen can’t keep a secret to save his life, Angie will you come up here babe?” Rob stood and motioned for Angie to join him, smiling.
“I had Megs make this so that we could publicly announce our engagement. I was going to do a big well-to-do but-- Jensen!” Rob suddenly shouted as the cake started to tilt vicariously and started to flip out of his hands. Jensen reacted quickly, catching the top of the cake with his free hand.
Everyone in the entire auditorium erupted into fits of laughter as Jensen tipped the cake back up. He winked at me and began licking his fingers with a smug look on his face.
“Well Angelina, Megs made this cake for you, however it looks like Jensen is going to be the one enjoying it,” Rob shook his head and laughed.
“No, no, there is a spot on the corner I didn’t touch,” Jensen flashed a cheesy smile as he pointed at one corner.
Square(s) Filled: Haste Makes Waste for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo
Warnings: gross fluffiness, implied smut, talks of pregnancy
Summary: Rob and I celebrate our first anniversary with new declarations.
Pairing: Rob x Angelina (Robelina)
Word Count: 683
Written for: @as-the-saying-goes-bingo and @dolphincliffs for her request for my 1k notes celebration: Congrats Hun! So awesome!! How about a Robelina & #2? “What did you think of me when we first met?”
Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches thank you so much
A/N: The next installment of my extremely self-indulgent series, Say It Like That. I will no longer be tagging for this series. I found a few sappy love quotes on Pinterest to make this even cheesier than expected. I hope you like it.
One year. Rob and I had been married for one year. Twelve months. Fifty-two weeks. Three hundred and sixty-five days. But it felt like no time had passed. Although in the past year, I gave birth to an amazing daughter, Delilah Rose. She is almost six months old, but it seems like just yesterday she was born. Time is funny like that.
The girls were at a sleepover with family, leaving the house quiet. Rob had put some music on low and the two of us were cuddled in front of the fire. His hands lazily ran through my tangled locks and I placed a kiss to his chest where my head laid.
“What did you think of me when we first met?” he asked softly.
“That’s a pretty loaded question, babe. Remember I knew so much more about you the first time we met,” I chuckled a little, looking up into his eyes, the flames dancing in them.
“I know, but tell me honestly. I don’t think we ever talked about this before,” he commented.
“I thought you were charming, charismatic, so full of energy and vibrant with life. I saw the love you felt for your fans,” I recalled. “It was my second convention and I had considered myself a Dean girl until that year. The more I learned about you, the more I grew to see you as a person, not just the energetic front man and the guy who played God.”
“I remember that weekend,” Rob smiled, twirling my hair around his fingers.
“Your turn to answer the question, Mr. Benedict,” I playfully poked him in the chest.
“I saw you in line with one of your friends. I sat there watching you as you laughed, that was when I lost track of time, and sense of space,” he reminisced. “That’s when I knew.”
“But, wait. That was a year before you asked me out,” I pulled back to meet his gaze.
“And, the rest is history,” he nodded, kissing the top of my head. “I realized that I didn’t want to waste anymore time. My divorce had been brutal and took so much out of me. Tomorrow isn’t promised and, when I didn’t see a ring on your finger, I decided I wasn’t waiting anymore. I waited a whole year to find you again, not knowing if I ever would. My heart would start racing every time I saw a redhead, but it was never you. Not until I came back here.”
“Rob,” I whispered in the warm glow of the flames.
“I knew in that moment, I could watch you for a single minute and find a thousand things that I love about you,” he murmured.
“That’s the most beautiful and sweetest thing,” I sniffed.
“You saved me. I was drowning. I put on a good show, but inside I was empty. You breathed new life into me that weekend. I swore right then and there that if you gave me the chance, I would love you in ways you’ve never been loved, for reasons you’ve never been told, for longer than you think you deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me.”
“And you have,” I whispered back, in awe of the man I married. “I never knew I was capable of a love like this. I didn’t think I deserved it, until you showed me.”
“I never want a day to go by and not tell you I love you. Even if we’ve been fighting. You and our family, it’s my everything,” he professed, pulling me up into his lap, the blanket draping across my hips. “Let’s make it bigger and better than ever.”
“You want another baby?” I gasped. Delilah wasn’t even six months old yet and we weren’t exactly spring chickens anymore.
“Haste makes waste,” he chuckled, crashing his lips to mine.
“I want a boy this time,” I giggled, grinding my core over his semi-hard cock. At our ages, we might have been crazy trying for another baby, but our love was strong enough to get through anything.
Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, mentions of pregnancy, Rob being the best husband ever...did I say fluff? SeaCon cancellation
Summary: Snowy weather has got Rob trapped in Seattle, but he manages to surprise me.
Pairing: Rob x OFC ME (Robelina)
Word Count: 1086
Written for: @spnfluffbingo
A/N: This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own. I have been experiencing some writers block and put out the bat signal yesterday. Thank you to all that send me gifs or ideas. This one was inspired by @dolphincliffs: Hmm how about this - your gone for the day, not expecting him home because of the latest convention, but because it was cancelled, he decided to drive home (cause no flights) and surprises you - brings a tropical feel to your place - crank up the heat, kids at relatives, got some good take out, cover all the windows with pics of a tropical location, brings in a massage therapist to give you an awesome pregnancy massage with awesome smelling coconut oils. I literally cannot resist the urge to write some Robelina, especially when it comes in as a request from this one!
This fits snuggly into my Robelina universe: Say It Like That
I was exhausted and sore everywhere. I don’t remember being this uncomfortable when I was pregnant with Olivia. I pulled into the garage, shut off the engine and shut the garage door. I leaned my head against the steering wheel and yawned. I just needed to get the groceries unpacked, then I could take a nice long bath and crawl into bed with some tea.
I hauled myself up and out of the car, which, to be honest, was a struggle these days. Carrying a few extra pounds and another human at thirty-six weeks is no easy feat. Especially when I can’t see my feet. I shuffled around to the back of the car, popped the trunk and grabbed one bag. I made it to the door and pushed it open. I dropped the sack on the island and took a deep breath. The house smelled heavenly. Thank goodness for the cleaning lady I hired to help me once a week. She must have plugged in that diffuser I always forgot to fill.
“Babe?” I froze dead in my tracks.
“Rob?” I turned and walked toward the sound of my husband’s voice. He was walking toward me and stopped as he reached the doorway to the kitchen. He was beautiful and god, did I miss him. “I thought there weren’t any flights out?”
“There weren’t. I drove. I needed to be here. I needed to be home,” he confessed, moving closer and pulling me into his arms. “Jason and I drove, then he hopped a flight home.”
God I missed him. I was so worried about him. He had been stranded in Seattle when they cancelled the convention and couldn’t get a flight out. I let him pull me as close as we could get and I broke down.
“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Shhhh, I’m home now,” Rob whispered into my hair.
“I’m so happy you’re home,” I cried, pulling back to look into those blue eyes I loved so much. “I missed you so much. Wait...I talked to you every day. Why didn’t you tell me you were driving?!”
“I didn’t want you to worry any more than you already were,” he said, pulling me back into his arms. “Now, can you do me a favor? Go upstairs to the bathroom. I laid out a robe for you. Get changed into that, then go wait for me in the bedroom?”
“Rob, there’s groceries in the trunk still,” I protested.
“Please? I’ll get them and put them away,” he promised. I made my way upstairs, the aroma from the diffuser getting stronger. I pulled off my clothes, leaving them in a pile for later and slipped into the robe. I tied it high above my belly and shuffled across the hall to our room.
Opening the door, the shades were pulled and the room was dim, lit only by a few candles here and there. Soft music was coming from the speaker on Rob’s dresser. Rob stood next to a massage table and, Sarah, my regular massage therapist. “Sarah? Rob, why is Sarah in our bedroom?” Pregnancy had turned my normally sharp brain to a mushy paste.
“Babe, I called Sarah and asked her to come here to give you a massage. I know you have been busy taking care of the house and Liv, and me, and won’t make your own appointment, so I convinced her to make a house call,” Rob explained. He turned to Sarah. “Take care of my girls.”
I enjoyed a quick catch up with Sarah as she helped me up onto the table and settle comfortably with my ever growing baby bump nestled safely in the cutout. With a wonderful mix of lavender, ylang-ylang, ginger, chamomile, and frankincense essential oils, Sarah had me completely relaxed, my muscles giving way under her expert touch. The sounds I made were unholy and I was slightly embarrassed, knowing Rob was usually the only one that could get me to make noises like that.
A soft knock sounded at the door and I heard Rob’s voice. “How’re you doing, Red?”
“Soooo good. I’m keeping her until the baby comes,” I mumbled, face down in the table.
“Well, good. I mean, not permanently, but she is coming twice a week for the next couple months,” Rob informed me. “Happy Valentine's Day, baby.”
After my massage with Sarah, Rob helped me into something comfortable and led me downstairs to the kitchen. The first floor of the house smelled like coconut and fresh fruit. Jimmy Buffett was playing and there were two mocktails complete with little umbrellas. The table was set with pasta and a spinach salad with fresh strawberries and candied pecans and a vinaigrette, all from our favorite restaurant.
“I was gone for like two hours. How long have you been home and how did you do all of this?” I was stunned as I took a seat in the chair he pulled out for me.
“I called your mom,” he replied, a little sheepishly. “She said she would get Olivia from school and take her in the morning. They got a room for tonight so she is can swim. I knew you had a doctor’s appointment today, too. How did it go?”
“Good. Baby is growing like a weed. My blood pressure is slightly elevated, but other than that, good. Just over a month to go,” I replied, digging into the heavenly, creamy pasta in front of me.
“I know it’s a day early, but I wanted us to have a date night just us. Then we can celebrate with Liv tomorrow. Happy Valentine’s Day, Red,” he leaned over and kissed me.
“Did you really schedule Sarah for twice a week?” I asked, sipping on the wonderfully fruity frozen concoction.
“Yes, Mondays and Thursdays until the baby comes, then you can set the schedule with her after that,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
“That is a pretty extraordinary gift, Rob,” I eyed him from over the top of my bright blue umbrella.
“You’re a pretty extraordinary woman, Red. We’re starting a new journey together. Blending two families with this baby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you or give you, if I can,” he professed.
“This baby is pretty lucky to have you for a daddy,” I smiled, though the hormones and emotions brought tears to my eyes.
“No, we’re the lucky ones,” he took my hand. “All of us are lucky to have you for a mama.”
Warnings: Pregnancy, labor pains (not graphic), Rob being an adorable bundle of nerves, emergency surgery, birth of a child, Daddy!Rob
Summary: Baby Benedict makes an appearance a little ahead of schedule and Dad is not ready.
Pairing: Rob x Angelina (Robelina)
Word Count: 2988
Written for: @spngenrebingo
Beta’d by: @iwantthedean, my other half, who always knows what I need. I'm so glad I found you. I love being around you. You make it easy, It's easy as one, two, one, two, three, four. There's only one thing, two do, three words four you. I love you. I love you. And also, @hannahindie, her ovaries will never be the same.
Inspired by the song ‘1, 2, 3, 4’ by the Plain White T’s. I heard this in the shower the other day and then played it a few more times. I love how it fits into this story and I imagined Rob sitting there with baby in his arms, telling him/her how much he loves them, how they make everything better and just confessing his love for their baby that is only hours old, but means the world to him already. Also, inspired by true events of the birth of my son in 2008.
This is the latest in my self-indulgent, self-insert series, Say It Like That
“I thought you said we had another week until the baby comes!” Rob was panicking. It would have been kind of adorable if I wasn’t in pain. I had been having contractions off and on all day. When they hit ten minutes apart and my water broke, I first called my doctor, then I gave Rob the news.
“I said the baby was due in one week,” I grunted, breathing through another contraction. “Babies come when they want to, whether we are ready or not.”
“But, we’re not ready!” Rob was rummaging through a pile of clothes on the chair, looking for something that was semi-presentable to wear to the hospital.
Let’s take a step back for a minute. My contractions are still ten minutes apart, we have a little time.
I was ready. I had been ready since the day I discovered I was pregnant. I was ready when I told my husband on our wedding day that we were expecting. I think I was ready for this the day he proposed -- hell, probably the day we met.
I never thought I would want another child, but Rob changed all that. Still, as excited as he was, he was not ready. The man could put on shows on multiple continents, in several countries for thousands of fans, but he could not find a pair of pants to save his life at that moment. I sat back and watched, slightly amused. I was ready, Rob was not.
My bag and a bag for the baby had been packed for two weeks, maybe three. I had even packed Rob a change of clothes and a toothbrush, knowing there could be at least one overnight stay involved. Luckily, it was spring break for Olivia and she was spending the week with my parents, and it was one less thing we had to worry about.
Rob finally pulled on a wrinkled flannel and a pair of jeans that probably could use a washing, but at least he was dressed. “You said…”
“Rob, I love you with everything that I am, but I am only responsible for what I say, not for what you hear,” I held up my hand to stop further buts and debate. With as stubborn as we were, it really could go on all night, and that kind of time we did not have. I stood, hands on my lower back. “Can we continue this discussion in the car please?”
“Oh, right. Baby!” Rob ran downstairs ahead of me, presumably to grab the bags and get them in the car and come back for me. I reached the bottom of the stairs, and the front door was open.
“Rob!” I called knowing he couldn’t have gone far. The car was in the garage so I headed that way, the bags right where they had been since I packed them.
Opening the service door, I saw Rob sitting in the car, hands gripping the wheel at ten and two. I grabbed his keys from the hook and waddled my way to the car. His eyes opened wide at the sight of me at his window. He quickly got out and grabbed the keys.
“I’m so sorry, pretty girl. I don’t know where my head is,” Rob apologized.
“Babe, it’s okay. We still have some time. Can you grab the bags please, by the door?” I added, knowing he would probably go all the way upstairs.
I gingerly climbed in the car and got comfortable. To avoid any unnecessary incidents, I pressed the opener. The heavy double door slowly lifted and all I could see were the white flakes falling from the sky. I should have expected it.
Rob rushed back into the garage, haphazardly throwing the bags in the back, and jumped in the driver's seat. He looked at me and smiled that million watt smile, his eyes bright and shining and took my hand. “Let’s go have a baby.”
“Let’s go have a baby,” I echoed, then wrenched his hand in mine as another contraction hit. I practiced the breathing we had learned, but at this point, I didn’t know if was working. I hadn’t opted for a natural birth; I wasn’t stupid and hoped that we got to the hospital with enough time for the epidural cocktail. I successfully managed to breathe my way through it, but knew there would be at least two more until we arrived.
The roads weren’t bad as Rob navigated the twenty or so miles to the hospital. I decided it was a good time to text my parents, siblings, Rob’s siblings, and his ex-wife just to let everyone know something was happening. With promises to keep them updated, I stowed my phone and concentrated on the road.
I absentmindedly checked the time as another contraction hit. Shit! That was only eight minutes. I called my doctor’s office to give them an update and I was assured that Dr. Grant was already on site and would be waiting for me.
“Babe, I need you to go a little faster, ‘kay?” I groaned from my seat, clutching his arm as the pain rippled through me. I had never gotten this far with Olivia when she was born. There had been complications and, an emergency cesarean later, I had a beautiful baby girl with a perfectly shaped head of dark curls. It had been more than eight years and I wanted to try again, but damn did it hurt.
Rob sped up as quickly as the roads would allow, and I could see the hospital. I breathed a sigh of relief. Within minutes, Rob pulled up outside the emergency doors where a nurse was waiting for me with wheelchair. Rob helped me from the car and rushed inside, but the nurse stopped him before he got too far.
“Mr. Benedict, we have plenty of time. Go park your car, get the bags and meet us inside, okay?” She was calm where my husband was a nervous wrecking ball of energy.
“Baby, it’s fine. I ain’t going anywhere,” I assured him, trying to get him to relax a little. He nodded, kissed me quickly then got back in the car.
“I want a room and I want an epidural now!” I told the nurse as she pushed me inside.
“You know the drill, ma’am. We have to examine you first,” she replied rationally.
~*~
“Angelina, how are we doing tonight?” Dr. Grant entered my room. Rob was nervously pacing after the last contraction. I had been admitted over an hour ago.
“Splendid, Doc. How’s tricks?”
“Well, you still have a sense of humor...for the time being,” he replied with a tight smile. Dr. Grant doctor wasn’t a charismatic man, but he was a damn good doctor.
“So Phyllis says things are looking good. Dilated to a four, fully effaced and ready for that epidural,” he recounted from the chart.
“Yep, yep, yep!” I chirped out. “Fuck!” Another contraction consumed me.
Dr. Grant noted they were still eight minutes apart. “Things seem to be moving slow, just like with your first. We’ll keep an eye on it, but I’ll send in the anesthesiologist.”
“Thank you,” I replied, not feeling the greatest. I had pain in my lower back and hips and couldn’t get comfortable in the grossly uncomfortable hospital bed. I groaned in discomfort.
“Hey pretty girl,” Rob cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “What can I do for you? I feel useless, just waiting around for something to happen and you’re in pain and I can’t do anything to help.”
“Rub my back?” I whimpered. Soon enough, his warm and calloused hands were working at least a little bit of magic on the sore and tight muscles.
“That better?’ Rob whispered. I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to get a little rest before the inevitable.
“Just lay with me a bit?” I yawned, the day finally catching up with me.
Rob curled up behind me on the bed, his hands slipping under the itchy gown, rubbing soothing circles over my swollen belly. The silence and comfort of it all was short-lived, but Rob breathed right alongside me through the pain.
“It’s not as bad when you’re here. I think the rubbing helps,” I smiled, turning my head to catch his lips with mine.
Three contractions later, another doctor popped her head inside the room. “Hi! I’m your anesthesiologist, Dr. Harris. How’re you doing?”
“Spectacular and in need of rest and drugs,” I replied.
“Well, I can give you one and the other will come,” she entered the room, followed by a nurse pushing a cart housing a tray filled with all sorts of supplies.
“Alright, Dad, if you want to help Mom sit up, we can get started,” she explained to Rob. “I’ll need you at the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off the side, alright?”
Rob eased himself from the bed and helped me into a sitting position. I threw the covers to the side and scooted my bum to the edge. The doctor had positioned herself behind me and untied my gown. The nurse began prepping the injection site and I jumped when the cold, wet gauze hit my heated skin.
“Angelina, I’m going to need you to be real still for this part, okay?” I nodded my head in understanding. “Dad, can you stand between her legs and wrap your arms around her in a bear hug?”
“Sure, yeah, okay,” Rob hesitated, but slid between my legs and I reached up, locking my arms around his neck. “Why are we doing this?” He looked into my eyes.
“Because it’s going to hurt like a bitch and your arms around me will keep me still,” I explained and readied myself. Even though it had been years, I still remembered the sensation I felt the first time I went through this.
“Okay, on three...one...two...three.” My face contorted in pain at the initial jolt. I squeezed Rob as tight as I could, then the burning started to fade and I could feel my body relaxing. I loosened my grip on my husband, and he pulled back enough to meet my eyes.
“You okay?” he murmured, leaning in and pressing small kisses to my temple.
“I will be in just a minute or two,” I sighed. The nurse finished up and quietly left the room. The lull was brief when Dr. Grant and Phyllis reentered the room. We both looked at them with weary eyes.
“Angelina, we’re going to hook you up to a fetal monitor now, since we won’t be able to observe your contractions externally. Dr. Grant is going to do a quick exam and see how you are progressing,” Phyllis explained.
Rob helped me back into bed and into position for the exam. I knew this had to be awkward for him, but he was doing great so far.
“You’re up to about five and half. We will let you get some rest and come back in a couple hours, okay?” Dr. Grant snapped off the exam gloves.
Rob was eyeing everything the nurse did as she strapped the contraption to my stomach. “So what does this do?”
“This monitors baby’s heartbeat. We can tell when a contraction is happening by the fluctuation of the heartbeat and measure the baby’s response to the contraction. The heart rate will range from 100 to 160 beats per minute,” Phyllis explained to your husband.
“Wow, that’s fast!” Rob looked over at the machine you were hooked up to as it started printing out the baby’s heart beats.
“Is this your first baby, Mr. Benedict?” She asked him, studying the results.
“No, third, but it’s been a while,” he reached for my hand and squeezed it tight.
“Well Mom, Dad, I suggest you get some rest while you can. I’ll be back in a couple hours to check your progress,” she excused herself from the room, dimming the lights on her way out.
Rob pulled the recliner chair closer to the bed where I drifted off, my hand in his until the nurse woke me up two hours later to check my progress. I was disappointed that I wasn’t dilating faster, the nurse informing me I had only progressed to six from five and half in the last three hours and my contractions were still at more than seven minutes apart.
“Oh…” Phyllis gasped.
“Phyllis? What’s wrong?” I turned to her, a furrow in my brow.
“Is the baby okay?” Rob was now fully awake.
“I’ll be back,” she stated, then rushed from the room.
Within minutes, Dr. Grant and three nurses were in the room.
“Angelina, I need you to roll to your side for me, okay?” Phyllis asked, helping me roll.
“What’s going on?” I looked her straight in the eye.
“Baby’s heart rate is dropping during contractions. We want to move you to see if they go back up,” she explained, further examining the paper printout for the last hour.
“What’s the current rate?” Dr. Grant asked her.
“Ninety.”
“Okay, one more flip,” Dr. Grant instructed and the other two nurses helped me up onto my knees.
Rob looked helpless standing there, hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do. He met my eyes, and shuffled closer to the head of the bed to be nearer to me.
“Rate?” Dr. Grant ordered.
“Ninety-three,” she responded.
“Angie, Rob, I’m not comfortable with the your baby’s heart rate during contractions, not with as slow as labor is progressing for you. It’s dipping into the low nineties and recovering nicely, but I would feel better if we took the baby now via cesarean. The choice is yours, but that is my recommendation.” Dr. Grant looked between the two of us.
“Guess we should have just scheduled it to begin with,” I smiled, reaching for Rob’s hand. “Let’s go have a baby.”
Rob smiled and leaned down to kiss me. The nurses made quick work of unhooking everything from the wall and soon my bed was being wheeled down the bright corridor and into an operating room. I heard Phyllis stop Rob at the door, telling him to go change and then he could enter the surgical room.
I was feeling nothing as I was moved from the bed to the table and within minutes, I was on oxygen and they added more meds to provide a solid spinal block.
“Hey, pretty girl,” Rob appeared at my side.
“Hey,” I breathed out, relieved to see him. “You ready for this?”
“Am I ready? I have been ready since you told me you were pregnant. I can’t wait to meet our baby,” Rob whispered, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“Give us about three minutes, then you can meet your little bundle,” Phyllis passed by with a wink, then disappeared behind the curtain separating us from the lower half of my body.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, we each silently counted the seconds. This was it. We were finally going to meet our miracle baby.
“Dad, do you want to see this?” Dr. Grant called over the curtain, and Rob stepped away from me.
Rob wasn’t gone very long and when he returned, he pulled the oxygen mask off my face and kissed me with everything he had. “It’s a girl. We have a baby girl.” His tears mixed with mine when he kissed me a second time.
~*~
I woke to the most beautiful sight in the world the next morning. Rob was sitting in the rocking chair next to my bed, our baby girl swaddled and safe in his arms. He was singing softly, completely in awe of her, her big blue eyes staring up at him, mesmerized. I quietly picked up my phone off the bedside table and started recording their first morning as father and daughter.
Give me more lovin' than I've ever had.
Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad.
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not.
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad.
Barely gettin' mad,
I'm so glad I found you.
I love being around you.
You make it easy,
It's easy as one, two, one, two, three, four.
There's only one thing, two do, three words four you.
I love you.
(I love you)
There's only one way, two say, those three words
And that's what I'll do.
I love you.
“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” I whispered, not wanting to wake her for somewhere in the middle of his serenade, she fell asleep.
“I love you,” Rob replied, the smile never leaving his face.
“I’ve never heard you sing that song before,” I commented.
“I, ah, I just wrote it,” he smiled. “I remember walking in on you in the kitchen a few weeks back. You were wearing one of my dress shirts, and your belly carrying our miracle baby was bare, the shirt hanging off to the side, You just looked so beautiful and I thought to myself, when I can think straight, I am going to write a song about this, but with work and travelling, I never got the chance. It just popped into my head as I was holding her.”
“It’s perfect. I love it and I love you,” I reached for his hand.
I managed to get in a shower with the help of one of the day nurses and was settled back into bed by the time our visitors arrived. My parents, Olivia and Rob’s brother Matt piled into our small room to meet the newest member of our family.
“We would like you all to meet Delilah Rose Benedict,” Rob handed her off gingerly to her big sister who couldn’t stop smiling as she held the new baby.
“Welcome to the family, Delilah Rose,” Olivia whispered, kissing the tiny pink bundle in her arms.
Summary: Rob wakes to an empty bed but finds a familiar sight
Pairing: Rob x Angelina (Robelina)
Word Count: 539
Written for: @spngenrebingo (card 2)
Beta’d by: @evansrogerskitten - Thank you Ash! For your shameless enabling and support!
This fits into my Say It Like That series
Rob rolled over, draping his arm over Ang’s waist. He was startled awake when it felt all wrong. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he blinked rapidly, seeing only pillows where his pregnant wife should be. He threw the covers back and pulled his discarded t-shirt back on. He shuffled out of their bedroom and down the hall, checking on Olivia as he passed her room. Thankfully, she was still conked out.
His bare feet padded down the stairs and that is when he saw the light on in the kitchen. He slowly made his way to the back of the house. She was standing at the kitchen island, in nothing but one of his white button downs and those little boy shorts he loved on her. The shirt was buttoned across her breasts, but with only four weeks until their due date, her belly was exposed, the shirt falling at her sides.
The sight of her took his breath away. He had always thought she was beautiful from the first minute he laid eyes on her, but to see her now, barefoot and pregnant (cliche as it might be) with his child, took his breath away. He knew there was a song there and as soon as he was coherent enough, he would write it, but for now...for now, he just wanted to take in the sight of her.
He watched from the doorway as she moved about the room, grabbing a couple things from the fridge, a plate and spoon. He knew her cravings had been intense and this didn’t surprise him one bit. He chuckled lightly as she sprinkled the plate with her toppings of choice. He head snapped up and she caught him staring.
“What’re you doing in the shadows there, Creeper?” she giggled as she placed her midnight snack in the microwave.
“Watching the most captivating sight in the world,” he replied.
“You mean your wife the whale?”
“I mean, my beautiful wife, pregnant with our miracle child. There isn’t a more perfect sight in the world to me right now,” Rob promised.
“You mean that, don’t you,” she sniffled.
“Of course I mean it, pretty girl. You’re wearing my shirt, with our baby growing right there, where I can see it. You’re making a snack and maybe, just maybe I missed you when you weren’t in bed next to me.”
“Your child wanted nachos,” she shrugged just as the microwave dinged, signaling her snack was ready.
“Nachos, huh? Last night it was taquitos. Last week, didn’t we have enchiladas, chile rellenos and street tacos from that food truck?” Rob laughed.
“Don’t forget the tamales,” she pulled the plate from the appliance and brought it over to the island. She drizzled hot sauce and dropped a dollop of sour cream in the middle. “We’re craving Mexican lately.”
“I don’t care if it’s Mexican, Italian, Thai or Indian. Whatever makes Mama happy is fine by me,” Rob reasoned, reaching around her for a chip.
“Whoa whoa whoa! What do you think you’re doing?” she grabbed his wrist, stopping him from eating her food.
“Eating a chip?” Rob answered, sheepishly.
“Get your own, Buddy. These belong to me and the kid!” she snatched the plate away from him.
Summary: Rob is overseas at a convention and misses his family.
Pairing: Robelina (yep, Rob x Me)
Word Count: 1090
Beta’d by: @hannahindie, who says I need to stop making her emotional with the emotional men...
A/N: I am inspired by music, a lot. Here is another one that I just couldn’t let go. This song was inspired by the song I Miss You by The Honey Dogs, a Minneapolis based band and this song is old, older than some of you. Click the link and give it a listen on YouTube.
As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.
This is part of my Robelina universe: Say It Like That
Bzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt
My eyes fluttered open, the ceiling above me still gray with shadows. A bright light caught my attention. My phone was ringing. On the screen was a picture of my husband and our newborn daughter. I quickly swiped to accept his call.
“Rob? Is everything okay?” I was concerned. He was overseas doing a couple of international conventions. London followed by Rome. Normally I would travel with him, but flights with a newborn were not an option right now.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. I just miss you. I miss you both so much,” his voice cracked.
Both of us were aware this would be a hard trip for him. Delilah was only seven weeks old when he left, she would nine weeks by the time he returned. She would grow so much in that time. He called every day, FaceTimed when he could. It wasn’t the same, but it felt like he was right there when he sang a lullaby for her and she fell asleep in my arms.
“We miss you, too, Daddy. What time is it?” I blinked, trying to focus on my alarm clock. Sleep was a commodity for our family lately. Miss Delilah figured sleep was for the weak and she was not missing out on a single thing. The bright green numbers glowing in the dark read just after two in the morning.
“I’m sorry it’s so late, or early for you, pretty girl. What time did she go down?” he asked not wanting to miss out on anything with her schedule.
“About eleven, which means she should be waking up any time now,” I yawned.
“Well, at least you got a small nap, huh?” he laughed, trying to lighten the situation. When he was home, he took as much Daddy duty as he could. I had started pumping so he could feed her in the middle of night, letting me rest.
“Yeah, it felt good,” I replied. As if on cue, she started crying. I dragged myself from the comfort of our bed and walked over to her bassinet in the corner of our room. She was whimpering when I picked her up, stuffing her fist in her mouth. “Babe? I’m going to change her and we’ll call you back once we get settled, okay?”
“Sounds good, pretty girl. I’ve got about an hour before anything, so I’ll be here,” he said and I disconnected the call.
I had learned the hard way changing a diaper with a phone tucked between my face and shoulder was no easy feat. I quickly changed little miss and got her settled in my lap, ready to nurse. I FaceTimed Rob back and we talked about what he had missed that day.
About fifteen minutes in, Delilah was fast asleep and I slipped her back into her bassinet. I curled up into our bed. “Babe? What’s going on?” I knew there was something bothering him and sometimes I had to pry it out.
“The days are cold and gray, It's hard to be away. But I guess that's what I meant when I said "I do" and you said it too. The distance is hard, Ang,” he started. “I can't get used to this, no matter how hard I try, but if it goes on too much longer, I'll probably die. It wasn’t this hard when my oldest were little. But then I didn’t travel as much as I do now.”
“Baby, it’s just another week, then you’ll be home and we will always be here waiting for you,” I promised, knowing this was hard for him. He wanted to be much more involved this time around. He wanted to be a better father.
“I know, I know. But there are so many people here and everyone is so relaxed and having a good time and I feel like I should be home with you,” he sniffed. “Just because I've been away so long and just because I'm not that strong. And just because a pretty woman turns me on doesn't mean I'm gonna be a fool and give up what I got with you.”
I figured this is where he was going and I knew it was hard on him, too. Granted he wasn’t Jensen or Jared, or Misha or even Matt, but damn, he was an incredibly attractive man and women threw themselves at him at conventions, at bars. It was inevitable and the ring on his finger didn’t seem to matter to them. But I knew it mattered to him.
“Babe, I know you love me and I don’t worry about you with all those women. You know why? Because I’ve got something they don’t. I’ve got you. And nothing in the world is going to come between us,” I assured him from thousands of miles away.
“It was easier when I was single. It wasn’t even this hard with my first marriage. I miss your laughing lips, I miss your eyes and hips, Do you miss me? 'Cause I miss you,” he went on. “ I feel there is a song here.
“I miss you, Rob. I miss you so much and I can’t wait for you to come home. I’m going to get a sitter and we’re having a couple of nights to ourselves,” I promised.
“In a week or two I'm coming home to you. And when I get back there's a lot of things , a lot of things that we're gonna do. I always think about the things you said. I always think about you in bed. Sometimes I try to think of something instead, but we make love for hours in my head,” he laughed.
“Oh that is definitely something we are doing when you get home!” I gushed, trying to be quiet so as not to wake the sleeping monster.
“I’m sorry to keep you awake, pretty girl. Go back to sleep and I’ll call before bed, so I can sing to our girl, okay?” Rob softened, bringing him back from the recesses in his mind.
“She’s going to love that. She smiles when she hears your voice, though my mother says it’s gas, I know it’s cause she loves her daddy,” I laughed and ended our call.
God, did I miss him too. This was the longest we had been apart in the better part of two years. But he was worth it, we were worth it. I curled up into his pillow and dreams of Rob filled my mind as I drifted back to sleep.
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