Estoy aquí, Baby
pairing. bad bunny (benito) x afab!reader
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notes. howwwwdy~ hope y'all aren't tired of me yet! haha this one is for @sp0ck136 who requested this here! I asked beforehand if it was okay to do more of a baby storyline, and we agreed upon that :) so hope you guys like this one!! tags. bad bunny x afab!reader, blurb, mentions of birth and pregnancy, the slightest angst, but also a lot of fluff and Benito being a good dad :)
As Benito got back to his hotel late at night, he was still energized from the performance he’d just put on. Every show seemed to be more energetic than the last, and this one in Brazil was quite crazy. Although he’d been able to have fun that night, he was anxious to get back to the room.
He had an important phone call to make, after all.
He’d been itching to call you since he got off the stage like he normally did, but that night, he’d gotten swept into talking with his managers and some of his crew about the next place they were scheduled to go to. It was almost an hour after the concert that he was finally alone in his room. He worried it would be too late for you to answer, but he immediately pulled out his phone when he could and dialed you on FaceTime.
To his luck, you picked up after the third ring, giving your lover a wide smile.
“Hola, mi amor,” Benito breathed when he saw your face pop up on screen, “¿Cómo estás esta noche?”
You breathed back, “Todo bien, mi amor. Y tu?”
“Bien. Me preocupaba llamar demasiado tarde.”
“No,” you let out a soft, almost breathless laugh, “Ya sabes que ella es noctámbula, como tú. Ella no duerme hasta tener noticias tuyas.”
Benito began to beam at the phone as the camera panned down to his newborn daughter, nestled in the crook of your arm. Her eyes were just barely open as she was already swaddled for the evening.
It made the curly haired man’s heart skip a beat.
“Mi Corazoncito,” Benito whispered, “Estoy aquí.”
Neither of you had expected to get pregnant, and it just so happened to be when his tour was just starting to kick off.
From the beginning, Benito had wanted to cancel it all - the tour, the album, everything - just to be with you during the time you were pregnant. But, you didn’t let him.
He was at the height of his career, and you knew that cancelling everything wasn’t a good move. So, it was your decision that both could happen; the tour, as well as the baby.
For years, you’d been able to travel alongside Benito and his tours, and during the pregnancy, you still got to tag along some too. But around the third trimester, you’d had to stay behind at home for the first time in his career for the baby.
His entire schedule and tour was then planned around your pregnancy and the birth of his daughter. Never in a million years would he have missed her being born, and at the very least, was right by your side when she was delivered, even if that had meant pushing back a month's worth of tour dates.
That was only five mere months ago that you welcomed you and Benito’s baby into the world, and since then, Benito had only been able to come home a whopping four times to help.
“My baby,” he cooed into the phone, “Has she been good?”
“An angel,” You sighed happily behind the screen.
Benito sat down on the side of the hotel bed trying to relax some, but he could never quite get comfortable without you.
He thought you were a superhero, having to take care of everything at home while he was away, and you looked like you did it with such ease.
“¿Puedo verlos a los dos?” He asked as he attempted to lay down.
He could hear you scoffing, but the camera started to move as you propped your phone against a side table so he could see you and the baby together.
You were smirking at him in amusement, “Happy?”
“Very.”
The two of you talked for a long while as you did most nights, but this time, Benito could tell something was off. You didn’t seem upset, but he could tell after years of knowing you weren’t completely yourself. At some point, the baby started to stir in her sleep, and that was around the time that you knew you needed to call it and make sure she was fully put to bed.
As you started to say your goodnights to each other, your voice started to waver slightly.
“¿Cariño?” He asked delicately, “Dime ocurre, querida.”
A soft cry left your lips, careful to not wake the baby.
“I miss you.”
Immediately, he frowned. The way you said it made his heart drop to his stomach. He missed you too, so much. He missed his baby. Benito knew it was so hard to be a first time parent, and he couldn’t imagine what it was like for you to be doing it alone, despite how strong and easy you made it look.
Watching you cry over the phone, he felt completely helpless. He could see how exhausted you looked then, and knew that even though you’re being helped as much as you could with his family and yours, you were still a young parent without their partner at the end of the day.
The tour was going to be done in two months, but that was just too long. By then, his daughter would be more than half a year old, and he will have only seen her a handful of times. It wouldn’t have been enough to justify why he was gone.
Benito calms you down as best as he can with his words, promising to you; “Voy a arreglar las cosas. Prometo. No pasará mucho tiempo.”
The moment the FaceTime call ended, Benito packed a bag. Having a plan set in motion, he knew what he had to do.
Throughout the night and into most of the next day, Benito made countless calls to his many teams, telling them his plan. He had several arguments with several different people, but at the end of the day, nothing was going to get between him getting home to his partner and kid. By midday, he was on a plane on a twelve-hour flight towards home. He’d even called you at one point, giving you a small lie and telling you he was already on his way to the next tour stop.
It was nearly 2am when he’d touched down in San Juan, and closer to 4am when he got to the house. When he walked through the door, he tried to be as quiet as possible, knowing you and the baby were already asleep.
First thing, he walked into your shared room and dropped his bag on the ground by the door, smiling at your sleeping figure. He walked over to your side of the bed and left a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief to see you.
Knowing it was getting close to one of the baby’s feeding times, he unlocked your phone and turned off your alarms for you before heading into his daughter’s room.
Carefully, he approached the crib and couldn’t help but just stare down at her in amazement. She’d grown a bit since he’d last seen her and that brought a small tear to his eye to think about.
“Mi Corazoncito,” Benito whispered to her, gently petting her soft cheek, “Hi, baby.”
She made the smallest fuss as Benito picked her out of the crib, but he was quick to shush her gently, holding her close to his chest.
“Papi está aquí, nena, no hace falta llorar.”
As quietly as he could, he fed and changed her; doing all of the early morning duties you’d been explaining to him over the past few months, all the while talking and softly cooing to his baby. She even managed a gummy smile at him, making his heart melt all over.
Benito put her back to bed within an hour before making his way back to your shared room. You’d barely moved an inch since he’d left which is exactly what you’d needed; more sleep. Gently, he got in the bed with you and slipped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to his chest. For just a moment, you snuggled in closer to him, letting him hold you tightly.
But the moment was short lived as you shot up.
“Benito?” You asked, eyes wide and bewildered to see your partner in bed with you.
He chuckled, placing his hand across your waist as he tried to pull you back down, “Sí, mi corazón.”
Without another second to lose, you leaned forward and captured him in a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Benito smiled wide into the kiss, holding you to him even tighter.
But again, you pull away too fast, leaving him in a daze. He could see even in the dark room that your face was starting to become panicked. You turned away from him too quickly before he could even register, mumbling something about it being an hour after you were supposed to wake up and feed the baby.
Benito caught you by the arm before you could get out of bed. You fell back into his chest as he started to leave a trail of kisses along the back of your neck.
“Ya me encargué de ella,” He murmured to you in a desperate growl, “Come back to bed with me.”
“Ya te ocupaste de ella…” You trailed off as sleep began to overtake your features again.
A small hum of a laugh escaped Benito’s lips, “Sí, mi amor.”
He carefully moved some of your hair out of your face as he delved back into you for one more kiss. Once he pulled away, he grabbed hold of you tightly to bring you back under the covers with him.
“The tour…” You said in confusion as you yawned.
“Can wait,” He finished for you, “Estoy aquí por una semana. Contigo. Con ella… No podría pasar un día más sin ti, mi amor. Todo puede esperar mientras ustedes dos me necesiten aquí.”
You snuggled into him tighter, letting out a sound of contentment as he buried his face into your warmth.
“Te amo, baby.” He whispered, “Estoy aquí.”
Benito would worry what would happen later, but while he was in bed with you, none of that mattered in the slightest. For the whole week, he would get to spend it holding you and his baby, and that’s all that really mattered until then.
end a.n. thanks for reading this one guys! the concept of Benito being a girl dad makes me writhe like an animal out of their cage, so a home coming back to his baby... suffice to say I would keel over. (taglist) @percysley, @zoomingspark888, @forwardsreckonreboundddd, @oceantides-and-daffodils, @whiteghostlyclouds, @kenstellation ,@videogamedriver
