STUDNON HCS pt. 3
pairing: manon x reader
summary: stud mommy meret manon
content: g!p tattoo!artist stud!mommy manon; poc!f!reader; fluff; reader is pregnant
notes: hello my dear followers and oomfs :) it’s been a while! first of all, i’m so sorry for going mia. my life has been such a mess these past few months, but at least i got to see katseye SUPER CLOSE at lollapalooza brazil. one of the best days of my life for sure. anyway, enjoy studnon part 3!
songs: mockingbird by eminem; mama's hand by queen naija
pt. 1 > pt. 2 > pt. 3
stud!mommy manon who comes home exhausted after an 8 hour session and finds you sitting on the bed with an expression she can’t quite figure out. she throw her keys on the table, ready to complain about her back pain, but stops the moment you hand her the test without saying a word. she looks at the test, then at you, then at the test again. the silence in the room grows heavy until she lets out a nervous laugh, you can see her eyes beginning to sparkle. “wait… ma, this ain’t no joke? you serious?”
stud!mommy manon who, when you nod in agreement, let her shoulders slump as she kneels on the floor between your legs, burying her face in your still flat stomach. she doesn’t say anything for a long time, but you feel her shoulders shake and realize shes quietly sobbing with pure happiness. “i love you” she kisses your belly. “i love you so much, my love” she climbs on top of you in bed so that your faces are on the same level. both of you were teary. “we bout’ to have a baby, can you believe it, manzie?” you were smiling and crying at the same time, holding manon's face in your hands. “if this a dream, leave me in it” she caressed your cheek, wiping away the falling tears.
stud!mommy manon who spends the rest of the night in a state of euphoric shock. she can’t stop touching you, like you’re made of glass. when you finally lie down, she refuses to turn off the light, just leaning on her elbow to watch you. “a tiny version of us, ma… you see it? that baby gon’ be the baddest lil’ one out here”.
stud!mommy manon who is completely obsessed with your growing belly. she’s started a ritual of massaging you with oil every night to prevent stretch marks, but the truth is she just wants an excuse to keep talking to the “little one” inside you. she tells about her day at the studio, mentions which client was a pain in the neck and promises she’ll teach the baby to draw before they even start walking.
stud!mommy manon who doesn’t complain even once when you wake her up at 3 a.m. saying you desperately need a specific sandwich that’s only sold on the other side of town. she just yawns, throws a sweatshirt over her bare skin, kisses you on the forehead and drives off. she comes back 40 minutes later with the sandwich and three different kinds of chips “so you got choices, ma”.
stud!mommy manon who at the peak of your anger, when you say she doesn’t understand a thing just steps forward and tries to pull you into a hug. and if you push her away, she calmly steps back and keeps her hands in plain sight. saying in that deep and calm voice: “it’s okay, ma. just let it out. i ain’t goin’ nowhere”.
stud!mommy manon who is there for you when your anger turns into desperate sobs in a matter of seconds. when you break down crying, apologizing and telling her you’re a horrible wife for yelling at her, she pulls you into her lap without hesitation. ignoring the fact that you just cursed at her and focuses only on calming your breathing, kissing the top of your head.
stud!mommy manon who deep down, always said that whatever comes is fine but couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes every time she saw a pair of tiny booties or a stylish little dress. on the day of the gender determination test, she was more nervous than on the day she opened her own studio, tapping her foot nonstop while she waited for the doctor to speak. and the moment he says “it’s a girl” she flashes one of the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen.
stud!mommy manon who notices that you’re having a bad day the moment she sees you avoiding the mirror after your shower. she doesn’t say anything right away, but she stops what she’s doing, walks over to you, and hugs you from behind, holding your gaze in the mirror. she rests her chin on your shoulder and whispers “look at you, babe. do you realize how wonderful you look carrying our daughter?”
stud!mommy manon when you’re having sex, looks you in the eyes the whole time, making sure you feel seen and loved. if you let out a sigh of relief or pleasure, she smiles slightly, brings her lips close to your ear, and says “i got you, my love. you good. let me take care of all this”
stud!mommy manon who becomes your favorite toy when you can’t sleep and your hormones are running wild. if you wake her up in the middle of the night with kisses on her neck, she doesn’t even complain about being tired. she simply wakes up, pulls you on top of her easily, even with your incredible 7 months belly, and let you take control, enjoying every second of your initiative. she loves seeing you confident and desiring her body.
stud!mommy manon was cutting up some fruits to take your breakfast to bed when she heard your scream “BABE! COME HERE!” she ran up the stairs fearing the worst, only to find you standing there with liquid running down your legs and forming a puddle on the floor. she immediately panicked. “o-okay. damn. shit, let's just-” her brain went into a spin, unable to fully process that the big moment had arrived. you were nervous too and needed manon to calm down. so you walked over to her and cupped her face in both hands. “manzie. look at me.” she obeyed you, staring into your eyes. you could see her eyes welling up and felt her anxious breathing. “our daughter 'bout to be born right now, aight? need you to breathe for me and get us to the hospital, okay? now.” as you finished speaking to her, you let out a groan of pain from the contractions, and that seemed to snap manon out of the catatonic state she was in. she quickly helped you down the stairs and put you in the car, which had already been packed for weeks with everything you would need to take.
stud!mommy manon in the moment the baby is born, when the first cry echoes through the room, she lets out a muffled sob as tears stream down her face. when the doctor asks if she wants to cut the baby's umbilical cord, her hand trembles slightly for the first time in her life but she makes the cut with a smile of pure pride. “we did it, ma... look at her... look at our little girl”
stud!mommy manon who, hours later, when you finally get to rest in the room, refuses to sleep. she sits in the armchair next to the hospital crib, just watching the baby breathe. she takes a photo of the little one’s tiny hand holding her finger and sends it to daniela with the caption the new boss of our studio has arrived. she’s never been so exhausted and alive at the same time.
stud!mommy manon who loves talking to her daughter while you were sleeping
“i got you, baby girl. ain’t nothin' gonna touch you. i promise.”
“that’s right, grip my finger. you already strong, lil' mama.”
“your mama restin' over there. she did good. really good. we’re lucky to have her.”
stud!mommy manon who when aalyiah has colic, places her in her tattooed muscular forearm and walks around the house in the dark until her body heat soothes the little girl. “you sleep, ma. i got her. me and the lil' mama got this handled.”
stud!mommy manon who gets all giddy at the baby’s first giggles. she’s discovered that if she makes vroom-vroom noises with her mouth on the baby’s tummy or pulls funny faces, she bursts out laughing.
stud!mommy manon as the months go by and the baby becomes more independent, makes a point of claiming time for both of you. she knows that motherhood can consume a couple, so she insists on evenings of wine and music after the little one goes to sleep. she pulls you into a dance in the kitchen, her hands sliding down to your waist with that affectionate possessiveness you love. “i love raisin' our lil' girl with you, ma. don’t get it twisted. but me and you? we still got it. i’m still crazy 'bout my wife.”
stud!mommy manon in a quiet moment, looks at you while playing with the baby and says “i didn’t know my heart could hold so much love, ma. i don’t say it enough, but… thank you. for this. for us. for her.” she gives you a gentle kiss, sealing the fact that you are, finally, the complete family she always dreamed of.
