The hospital room was quiet, the kind of sacred silence that only exists right after something incredible has happened. The sterile white walls, the rhythmic beep of monitors—it all faded into the background.
All Aaron could see was you—exhausted but glowing, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes glassy with joy. And nestled in your arms, bundled in soft ribbed blue and buttoned up snug, was the smallest miracle either of you had ever laid eyes on.
Your son.
“Come here,” you whispered, voice raspy but warm.
Aaron didn’t realize he was crying until a tear hit the fabric of his shirt. His hands trembled slightly as he lowered himself beside you on the bed. You carefully adjusted the baby, his tiny fingers curling instinctively in his sleep.
And then—your boy was in his arms.
Aaron stared, stunned. The baby’s little chest rose and fell slowly, his cheeks round and pink, lips parted just the smallest bit. He wore cream-colored socks and a knitted hat that was just a little too big.
Aaron’s voice cracked when he finally spoke. “He’s perfect.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder, watching the way he looked at your son—your son—with absolute reverence. “He looks like you,” you murmured, reaching over to trace the baby’s nose.
Aaron gave a teary laugh. “Poor little guy.”
You giggled, weak but happy. “You’re ridiculous.”
He turned to kiss your temple, his thumb gently stroking the baby’s chest. “You did so well, love. So damn well. Thank you… for him. For this.”
You let your fingers rest on the baby’s curled hand. “I can’t believe he’s here.”
Aaron nodded slowly. “I already love him more than I thought was possible.”
As the sun began to rise behind the hospital blinds, casting a soft golden hue across the room, Aaron tucked the baby closer to his chest. He leaned down and whispered into that tiny ear:
“Hi, little man. I’m your dad. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you and your mum with everything I’ve got.”
And just then, the baby made a soft little coo—like he already knew.
Clyde drove around the desert all morning. He considered going by her place one more time but he already felt stupid for going by the first time. He got desperate enough to call a few of the clubs but they were afraid he was some stalker ex boyfriend so they weren't giving him any details. Snow had asked him throughout the day if he had heard anything to the point he was now getting pissed about feeling like such a pathetic loser and decided to just turn his phone off.
If she didn't want him to find her, he would stop looking. He would rather be angry than heartbroken. Johnny and the guys stopped by and they ate together, making sure not to mention Y/n at all thanks to Johnny threatening them with bodily harm if they even thought about bringing her up. Clyde wasn't going to wallow. He refused to look like that much of a loser so when they decided that tonight they would get drunk and go to the skate park, he was on board.
Clyde knew that Johnny was keeping an eye on him because he kept checking in with him. He said Snow had tried to call but when he told him that he turned his phone off, he could faintly hear Snow yelling on Johnny's phone. He didn't want to engage with her so he pushed off the ground and rode away, cigarette in hanging from his lips. Once he had gotten decently buzzed, he popped the board up to lean against the fence while he scurried into one of the darker spots of the parking lot to take a piss. He tried not to think about how awkward it was going to be when they eventually run into each other at shows. He considered trying to talk the guys into a coastal tour but none of them had money like that.
"Yo! Clyde!" Johnny yelled out but Clyde didn't respond. He kept one hand on his cock and brought the other to the cigarette.
"Hang on man." He heard fast feet approaching assuming Beau was about to push him and make him piss on his shoes. Instead of a shove, he felt a sharp pinch of his ass cheek causing him to yelp.
"JESUS! What the fu-" Clyde was prepared to be pissed but a finger pushed his lips closed. Y/n was standing in front of him, freshly showered, hair down and wearing an outfit he hadn't seen before. He thought for a moment he was imagining it but she chuckled and cleared her throat.
"Can you holster that for a minute?" Y/n teased. Clyde quickly turned away to pocket his dick back into his jeans.
"What are you doing here?" Clyde asked wiping his hands on his pants.
"I've been looking for you." Y/n gave him a playful shove and Clyde nodded trying not to let his hopes grow.
"How did you know I was here?" Clyde started to walk around her and Y/n gripped his arm.
"Snow told me you thought I ghosted you. I couldn't let you think that." Y/n moved into Clyde's space carefully, hands in his pockets trying to remain calm.
"Before I explain myself, do you think maybe I could kiss you? I've been thinking about it since I left and I just-" Clyde allowed her to grip his face and kiss him. He sighed into her lips, unable to contain his excitement.
"I promise I didn't ghost you. Please know I've been trying to get back to you as soon as I could." Y/n pressed making Clyde smile.
"I look forward to hearing the brave story of triumph." Clyde tease gesturing to the hill for some privacy. The guys had taken random girls over there to make out but Y/n sat next to Clyde, body facing him, hand reaching to rest on his knee as he sat next to her.
"I didn't want to tell you why I was leaving so suddenly that other day because it's kind of hard for me to talk about things that are personal. I'm kind of stubborn when it comes to asking for help or letting people know that I actually have struggles." Y/n picked at the strings on Clyde's pants as he listened.
"I got a voicemail from the care center that my dad lives at. He had taken a spill but for some reason when I tried to call, my phone wasn't working. Which is why I used your phone." Clyde nodded his head.
"In the whirlwind of my roommate kicking me out and spending the long weekend with you, I forgot to pay my phone bill. I knew I had forgotten something on Friday but it wasn't until I tried to dial out that I realized they cut my phone off." Y/n's explanation was making Clyde exhausted from how stupid he felt. He dropped his face in his hands.
"I knew I wouldn't be able to call you until today because the payment wouldn't go through until this morning. Once it started working I had like 50 messages from Snow that started out with cute pictures of us and ended with cussing me out for being a bitch to you." Clyde shook his head.
"I'm...such an idiot." Y/n stopped him.
"No you aren't! If I was in your position, I would have thought the same thing which is why I couldn't wait. I didn't just want to call you. I wanted to find you, kiss your stupid cute face and tell you that I have zero plans of disappearing." Y/n put her hand on the back of Clyde's neck trying to get him closer to her.
"I was pouting all day yesterday to the point I actually went to my Dad's because I couldn't handle everyone asking me about you. I never seek comfort in my family." Clyde explained with a laugh.
"I'm so sorry Clyde. I hope I didn't screw everything up." Y/n apologized and Clyde put his hand on top of hers as it rested on his knee.
"You didn't mess anything up. I just...do you have any idea how crazy into you I am?" Clyde asked genuinely making Y/n smile sweetly.
"You made out with me after I puked on you so I could have guess. The feeling is pretty mutual in case you needed to hear it." Clyde swallowed a lump in his throat that he had been holding onto since he had started drowning his sorrows with the boys.
"I know you've had a few drinks and I'm sure you've made plans with the guys but I was kind of hoping that maybe you would come home with me tonight?" Y/n asked like she was nervous about him rejecting her.
"You want me to come to your place? What about your roommate?" Clyde asked confused.
"I told her to go stay with her new girlfriend for the night because I wanted to bring someone special home...she was happy to hear it was cute stoner boy with the creeper van." Y/n laughed. Clyde couldn't help but laugh as well.
"I mean, I kind of drove the guys here-" Clyde gestured over his shoulder and they both looked back at them standing, watching them talk. They tried to act like they weren't sitting there watching from afar but Beau shook his head.
"Hey can you guys speak up? We can't really hear you." Johnny jammed his elbow into Beau's stomach and shook his head.
"Don't mind us, we'll be over here." Johnny made them all turn away and Clyde shook his head.
"If you aren't comfortable with coming back to my place, that's fine-" Clyde cut her off, jumping up from the ground and extending his hand to her. She took it letting him pull her from the grass so they could walk over to the guys, holding hands.
They scrambled trying to look natural but Clyde cleared his throat.
"Hey, I'm going to go with Y/n for the night. Think you could drive the van home?" Clyde tossed the keys to Johnny who looked surprised.
"Y-yeah man. That's...yeah of course." Johnny was pleasantly surprised pocketing the keys. Clyde didn't know what the rest of the night would hold but he didn't care as long as he was with Y/n.
Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Mentions of Past or Present Abuse, Angst
Y/N Sohma was born with a zodiac animal that was banished long ago. The Panda was treated worse than the Cat. After being sent away by Akito, Y/N and her mother moved to America. After a tragic incident, Y/N moved back to Japan. With her move back home, she makes new friends and finds new love.
Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Mentions of Past Abuse, Angst
First attempt at a smau. Don’t let this flop 😅 Time stamps for the first few chapters are right, for the most part. After that, I kinda just gave up 😂
Heroes will sacrifice you for the world but villains will sacrifice the world for you. A statement Y/N knew to be true after being abandoned by her previous love Hawks. An act that led her to becoming the newest member of the League of Villains (Inspired from TikTok)
Is it short? Yes. Am I writing and posting this at 4, almost 5 am when I know I have a 9 am class? Yes. Will I probably regret it? Yes. Enjoy!
Series Masterlist || Masterlist
You'd been home for two weeks. After hearing an earful from your father, you decided you needed a job. Even if it was just to get out of the house. You were on your way to Port Angeles for a job interview. You put on your best interview outfit and prayed to whatever higher power there was that you'd get this job. You needed money, not only to save up for your last year at school, but for this wedding. You had nothing close to what you'd wear to a wedding. What were you even supposed to wear to weddings? How dressy did you need to get? You'd never been to a wedding before.
When you finally arrived at the store, you walked in with a smile. You walked out 20 minutes later with a bigger smile on your face. You got the job, you had to stop yourself from doing a victory dance in the street. When you came in the next day, you were given a smock and a name tag. You weren't in the best mood, because you had to park three blocks away. There was a construction project that started in the parking lot across the street.
It was just after noon when your shift started. The training was short and simple. You were ready to get started on your own after about an hour of being shown the ropes. You were at the register, and you had a front row seat to the construction workers.
During the times where you didn't have customers, you'd watch them work. Being boy crazy was never your thing. You and relationships just didn't work, it never hurt to look. You were currently checking out one worker. He worked shirtless and you couldn't help but admire his muscles. It didn't hurt that his face was pretty cute as well.
There was something about this man. You didn't know what it was but your eyes always fell on him. No matter what you were doing. Anytime you found yourself looking out at the construction site, your eyes found his. You were disappointed when your shift came to an end. You didn't want to leave yet. Hopefully he'd be back tomorrow, because your boss said they would be there for the next few weeks.
