Val

21 ⏐⏐ I like cats, coffee, writing and handsome military men

[vals-rambles]

"si?"  

"doll?" 

"do you think that this dress makes me look like a whore?" 

You gush at your boyfriend, trying your best not to let sadness show in your voice.  

But simon knew. He always knew. 

You were getting ready for a date with your boyfriend and you never dreaded it this much. Standing in front of the mirror, inspecting every single flaw on you, your makeup you spent 40 minutes to do and your red dress you were so happy to get just the other week when you saw it at the mall. 

You never found so many things to hate on you until now. Maybe they were right. 

Simon closes his book and leaves it down. 

"who told you that?" Simon asks hovering above you and causing a shadow, his tone cold

You freeze slightly. 

"n-no one. I just think that-" you ramble  

" 's one of your friends again innit?" Simon intrudes and you quickly drop your shoulders down. 

You sigh and look down. You can feel the shame and guilt enveloping you. you promised him you wouldn't hang out with them anymore while he was out on a mission but you couldn't help it. they were your friends. your longterm bestfriends. or so you thought.

Simon's finger makes his way to your chin so delicately and slowly turns your head to him. But you don't look at him.  

"love. look at me." 

He urges and you can't help.  

Your eyes meet his, the ones that you loved to see the first thing you wake up in the morning, the ones that held the galaxy for you.  

"Who is it?" He asks

The silence echoes for a moment. 

"kayla." You give in.  "she said I looked like a whore who wanted attention...and that I should pick more dresses that don’t-" 

Simon's finger over your mouth made you quiet. You fought your tears so hard but couldn't win. 

"look at me." Simon tells 

With your simon, you always felt safe, cared for, appreciated and loved from inside out. Your situation with your 'friends' you've had going on for a few weeks now didn't make an impression on him because you always picked up how they became jealous of you because you got engaged and they didn't. And it was too obvious. Your poor sweet heart loved them and trusted it would change. But you were broken so many times. And simon got sick of it. He wasn't the man who controlled you or anything so. But your happiness was his priority. And he wouldn't let it just slip away. 

"si,I-" 

"first off. They are just jealous of the most beautiful girl they've seen. Of my girl." simon spoke softly 

"second thing, you've got to promise me you'll cut 'em off. Jus because they are down in the mud don't mean they can pull others with 'em, yeah?" he coos and you nod

"promise you'll do it." He begged and you nodded. 

"okay." You sniffed and wiped away your tears 

Simon cradles you into his arms and wraps them around your small figure. you instantly melt and try your best not to cry heavily. his heart ached. if only you saw the way he sees you.

"don't you ever tell yourself anything like that, okay?" he cooed and you nodded into his shoulder.

"there's not a single thing I would change on you and in you. You are my world y/n."  

"those beautiful eyes and sweet smile. and the biggest heart I've ever seen anyone have."

"thank you si." You smiled  

"anything for my sweet girl." 

He says and presses a small kiss on your forehead. you linger in silence for a bit more. And it makes his heart so full. To see his bird smile and feel herself. You look up at him and you slowly connects your lips to his and you feel sparks crack through you like crazy. 

"now if you don't mind, I'd like to take my missus out on the best date of her life." 

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GIRLS....If you haven't heard it today....YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. JUST THE WAY YOU ARE. and im so happy that youre here!

-Val <3

[rubikqiub]

Simon Riley who becomes the most loving, attentive, domestic husband when his wifey is pregnant with their kid.

Johnny would make fun of him over all the different dessert recipes Simon would have spread all over his desk. Different sheets full of ingredients and steps to follow so that once he is back home, he can cook one for ____.

Although he has always been aware of his lover’s sweet tooth, he was definitely not aware of how that craving for sugar would intensify to an extreme once she got pregnant.

So he had to learn how to be good at baking. Had to waste a bunch of food only to get good enough to satisfy the hungry little bean monster inside that lovely womb.

His first attempts had to be shared with the rest of his team. They would all fuck around, joking about how the scariest bastard among them had become a mama hen just for that little babe.

Simon didn’t give a shit. After all, it was all for ____ and the baby growing inside her womb. His family.

So fuck them all, grown-ass soldiers. He would do everything to take care of his growing family, and there was not a single bit of shame about that.

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I loved the scenario so much I felt like doing it a fanart jsjsjs Thx for reading !! <3

[flytaco]

"Because true protection... has never been clean. If that day I had been 'perfect' enough—"

"Then you wouldn’t have shown up in my arms with all these bruises."

But what was left unsaid was ——he would rather be covered in blood himself than see those wounds on you.

[orchidsgrowfromthesoul]

when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character who’s down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD

[shamelessramblings]

lieutenant!simon riley tries to avoid his friendly new neighbor, but she's persistent

You, hearing the scrape of boots in the hallway for the third morning in a row. Heavy steps, deliberate, like whoever moved into 3B doesn’t know how to walk without carrying weight. You peek through the peephole just in time to catch the back of a broad frame, a hood pulled up despite the warm weather.

You, deciding today’s the day. Mug of coffee in hand, pretending you just happened to open your door at the exact moment he’s locking his. He glances over, his blond hair cropped short and strong jaw set hard enough to cut glass. His golden eyes barely flick to you before dropping to the floor.

You, smiling anyway. “Hi. I’m in 3C. Just wanted to say welcome.”

Simon grunts. Actually grunts. Then nods once, short and dismissive, then mutters, “Cheers.” Already turning to leave.

You, refusing to be discouraged, catch him again two days later. His arms loaded with groceries, keys in his teeth. You offer, “Need a hand?” He shakes his head, muttering around the metal, “Got it.” Bags digging into his fingers but he doesn’t complain. Doesn’t budge.

You, watering the communal hallway plants when you hear his door open. He stops beside you, like he’s evaluating the situation. You give him another bright smile. “Morning.”

Simon eyes the watering can. “Bit much, innit?”

You laugh. He doesn’t. Not yet.

You, stubbornly sticking with it. Little hellos. Quick nods. Comments about the weather. About the broken lift. About the new bakery on the corner.

Simon answers in the shortest possible ways. Only single words, clipped sentences, that gravelly voice kept low like he’s rationing it.

You, finally catching him one evening when he’s coming back looking exhausted. His shoulders are tight, shirt still smelling faintly of outside rain and something metallic underneath. Deployment, you guess. Training? Something close enough.

You, softening your voice. “Long day?”

Simon's eyes flick to you, quick and sharp, but instead of brushing past, he stops. Just for a moment. “Somethin’ like that.”

You, leaning lightly against your doorframe. “If you ever need anything, I’m right next door.”

Simon huffs something that isn’t quite a laugh and isn’t quite a dismissal. “Y’too friendly.”

You grin. “And you're not.” For the first time, the corner of his mouth tugs. Barely. A ghost of a smile, there and gone in half a second.

You, catching it anyway. Making to file it away like a victory.

And Simon, unlocking his door, slowly shaking his head once, almost fond, but his voice is gentler when he says, “Goodnight, luv.”

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Thinking about Simon coming home to you, house full on smelling like gingerbreads, sweet rum, chocolate and orange.

He drops down his military duffle bag on the floor, his boots making soft thuds across the hall. His back feels lighter now, bruised and scarred because unknown men lead the war. His head heavy and his left leg still hurts, but he is home. The door quietly clicks and he slowly makes his way across the hall to your kitchen.

You were standing at the kitchen island with your back turned to him, your hair squished in cute messy bun, humming and swaying your hips to the music of Mariah Carey playing on the radio next to you.

Simon stands and watches. He even forgot to take his mask off. His eyes linger on you for a few good five minutes.

The way the small of your hips went from side to side, your hands skillfully switching tasks in front of you with ease. It manages to wake up something in Simon - but just for a brief moment. He quickly forgets the feeling, but now after three months apart from you, Simon aches for you. Your whole person.

He admired how you enjoyed yourself, enjoyed doing this, preparing meals and now Christmas treats for him - for your family.

And he lingers just a bit longer. And he wants to stay that way.

Just when you needed some more cinnamon from the other table, you turned around and flinched at the sight of a man with a skull print on his face.

"Simon." You mutter out "You scared me."

He took of his mask and wrapped his arms around you so tightly and lifted you off the ground just a bit.

You pulled out from a hug and his lips found yours. You pressed them together and melted in his strong but somehow gentle embrace.

Simon kissed you like it was his last thing to do. Being far away from you for so long destroyed him.

You parted the kiss and rested your forehead against Simon's. You could feel the heat radiating off from him and gently warming your skin too. The two of you let yourself be in silence for a few moments. You knew simon often needed that. You respected his space and time he needed.

"You're back." You whispered cupping his sharp cheeks softly

"Of course I'm back." He answered "Can't let my missus down."

He said and you smiled.

The sound of small waddling footsteps interrupts your little moment.

Your daughter stands on the door with her eyes wide open as she faces Simon, her head spinning wheels as she didn't expect her father to come home.

"Hey little bug!" Simon chirps happily, his voice gaining life and cheer "Didn't see you there."

Simon reaches for her and she jumps into his hug, wrapping her small arms around his neck as Simon spins her around the kitchen.

"Daddy you're back!" She says happily "Daddy you're finally back! I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too kid. You've grown bigger now huh? Dad won't be able to hol you anymore. What did mom feed you with?"

"I ate lots of veggies and pasta! And she didnt let me eat a lot of sweets." Your daughter chirped and you chuckled

"As she should. Mamma takes care of you." Simon smiled

"And my tooth fell out daddy!" She screeched happily and stretches her mouth insanely wide with her tiny hands, revealing all her pearly white teeth with a small gap in the middle

"Mom didn't tell me bout that. You're a whole grown up now. Tooth fairy got you anything?" Simon asked

"She brought me a doll!" Your daughter answered "can I show it to you?"

"Of course bug. Le's go see your doll." Simon said and kissed her small chubby cheek, placing her down

"You go with her. I'll finish the cookies and I'll join you guys later."

You told.

By 8:30 you finished the cookies, cleaned the kitchen and placed them into container boxes and took some out for your family.

Your daughter was bombarding Simon with stories that happened to her while he was gone, about the boy she met in the park while playing ( and how she now has a crush on him ), how you took her out to a zoo and how she made a new friend in school. Simon really took an interest in her life and it hurt him that he wasn't there for some of her new milestones. However Simon would not let it slip away, because he promised he was going to be there for her as much as he can.

By 9, your daughter was firmly asleep on Simon, with him with a book between his hands as he finished reading. You placed the plate of gingerbreads down and took her upstairs to her room.

When you came back to Simon you helped him take off his whole gear as he was with the kid.

He was sitting on the couch, blankly staring at the ceiling, trying not to think of his tiredness and how heavy his eyes were. He wanted to be with you at this moment. To talk to you, to kiss you, to swoon over you. But his body didn't want to.

You sat down on the sofa in front of him and took his boots into your hands and untied the thick laces. He watched as you did it in silence with utter care and empathy.

You placed the black bootsnext to the couch and helped him unzip his camo shirt. You threw it to the side and he let out a sigh. Your gaze met his, with eyes full of understanding.

He kissed you once again and you curled up in his side wrapping your one arm around his torso while he brought you closer to him with his other arm.

You were safe and sound, with a Christmas tree lights flickering in the corner, fire cracking in the fireplace and Simon's heartbeat against your chest and TV voice slowly drifting away.

He was finally home.

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Here is a little holiday themed imagine! ✨️🎄

This was kinda quick and I'm tired, sorry for grammar and mistakes

[jun-hug]

cat illustrations portraying a day in the mossy autumn forest

commission of lovely @/kiki_siber on ig <3

! do not reupload/repost my art anywhere !

[a-wench]

Idk who needs to hear this but Ghost aka Simon Riley’s eyes are brown.

This is me begging fanfic writers to stop giving him the blue eye stare I can’t handle it 😭

[vals-rambles]

•°°•~☆~Wedding day •°°•~☆~•°

Summary: HCs for your and Keegan's Wedding

Pairing: Keegan Russ x fem!reader

A/N: idk really how weddings and parties go in USA haha😅 I come from balkan and we celebrate whole week before the official wedding day! Sorry for the grammar mistakes !

Anyways enjoy x

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Your dress:

• Keegan proposed you while you two were on a hike next to a waterfall in front of many people. You almost passed out

• He gave you the sweetest talk ever, as he kneeled down and opened up a small red box with a ring shimmering inside it. You happily said yes and he picked you up and gave you the sweetest, biggest kiss ever. People whistled and clapped at such a wholesome moment.

• Three days before your wedding you were throwing parties with your girlfriends while Keegan was out with the boys.

• Even though energetic and happy, Keegan was a mess on the inside. He was freaking out and didn't want to confess that to anyone. What if he messes up? What if he's not the right one after all?

• He was video calling you every night from their venue ( some house with a huge pool), and every time you'd almost get a heart attack. Every time you picked up to Face time Keegan, camera was either pointed on the guys jumping from the roof into the pool and doing flips, someone's legs were held in the air while they were chugging on a beer from the barrel, or they were dancing like crazy - loud music ALWAYS in the back. Obligatory.

However the boys seemed to have a great time but you'd always scold Keegan afterwards in private over texts to be careful.

• Your wedding consisted of your parents and siblings, your maid of honor and his best man (Hesh), and some colleagues from work, with around 50 guests. Keegan had more guests on his side since he had a lot of relationships in the military.

• On the wedding day, Keegan was freaking out. And I mean heavy category freak out. Hesh tried to calm him down and talk him out of the worries but it only seemed to help for a short time

• It was finally your wedding day. It was held outdoors just outside the town where you two lived. Keegan impatiently waited, unable to stand still and biting his lips.

And when the music started and when he turned around, Keegan would never be the same again after seeing you.

He was even more in love with you. He thought that was not possible.

When he saw the woman of his dreams walking in a beautiful pearly dress and a smile so big, he was 100% you were an angel. He was head over heels. Something in him changed deeply.

• You two prepared very sweet and emotional speeches. You read first and you couldn't help but to let a few tears roll down. But when Keegan pulled out his paper...he was controlling himself not to cry out a flood. He only cried a river. But a happy one. Under all that soldier stamina, discipline and rationale, Keegan was happily himself and he wasn't ashamed.

• It was the dearest, happiest moments of your lives.

• after the ceremony, you danced your hearts out on the dance floor, drank almost all the alcohol and had the bestest night of your lives.

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That's it my lovelies! Please comment down your thoughts. I'm really afraid I didn't "hit" Keegan and maybe it doesn't fit him and I would love to hear your suggestions, comments and advices! Love, Val x

[laceanddenim]

| Balkan Wedding

word count: 715 words

TW: none, posted semi-smutty fanfic for too long and had to return to my authentic self 😌

Simon’s sweating through his dress shirt and it’s only day two.

There’s music blasting from speakers the size of motorcycles, children running in packs like wolves, your uncle has lit a cigarette indoors, and some distant cousin just shoved a shot of something unholy into his hand and winked.

He thinks it’s raki. He also thinks his soul briefly left his body when he drank it.

He finds you sitting casually at one of the long tables under a line of sagging string lights, laughing like it’s nothing. Like you haven’t just danced with thirty people in a row and kissed seventeen cheeks in the last hour. You’re glowing. Shimmering, even, in that traditional embroidered outfit you slipped into after dinner like it was nothing.

Simon’s seen war. But this — this seven-day wedding saga you’ve dragged him into — this is different.

He drops into the seat beside you, loosens his collar, and mutters, “How many days left?”

You glance over, sipping something pink and suspiciously bubbly. “We’re nearly halfway through.”

“Halfway?”

“Mhm. Tomorrow’s the bride’s family day. Then there’s the mountain lunch. Then the official church part. Then the—”

“I need a bloody calendar,” he grumbles.

You snort, reaching over to tug gently at his tie, fingers brushing his throat. “You look good all overwhelmed.”

“I don’t get it,” he mutters. “Why all this? Why not just… ceremony, dinner, home?”

Your expression softens, amused but fond. “Because it’s not just about the bride and groom. It’s about everyone. Family, friends, neighbors, cousins you’ve never met — the whole village gets involved. It’s a celebration, not a formality.”

He pauses, processing that.

He’s used to English weddings. Quiet. Formal. Sit, stand, eat politely, leave by ten. Maybe a DJ plays Ed Sheeran. Maybe someone’s mum cries. But this?

This is raw. Loud. Colorful. Chaotic.

Real.

“Didn’t think I’d need stamina training for a wedding,” he mutters.

You laugh again, and before he can blink, someone grabs your hand — one of the aunties, cheeks flushed from dancing, gold bangles clinking — and drags you back to the makeshift dance floor. The music shifts. That same hypnotic rhythm. The kolo starts up again. Feet stomping. Arms linked. Clapping that’s both rhythmic and completely unhinged.

You shoot him a look over your shoulder, eyes gleaming. A silent: you’re next.

Simon groans. “Christ.”

He doesn’t know the steps. Doesn’t speak half the language being thrown around. He’s sure he just accidentally agreed to someone’s toast with a nod that meant yes, I will adopt your goat.

But when your cousin shoves a tambourine into his hand and your father clasps him on the shoulder with a proud, slurred “Good man, Simon, you’re strong, you eat like real Balkan,” — he can’t help it.

He laughs.

Actually laughs. Deep in his chest. Doesn’t remember the last time he did that.

And maybe — just maybe — when he sees you grinning at him from across the dance circle, cheeks flushed, arms raised, skirt spinning like a whirlwind of red and gold — he starts to get it.

Not all at once.

But enough.

Enough to grab your hand next time you pass him. Enough to try the steps. Enough to stay up a little longer, drink a little more, and let the madness pull him under.

After all — it’s only five more days.

A/n: apologies to all my non-balkan readers, but I HAD to bring my culture into this, hope you enjoyed <3

[vals-rambles]

BALKAN WEDDINGS ARE NOT FOR THE WEAK

[vals-rambles]

Dating Keegan HCs

Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x reader

Warnings: spelling mistakes and grammar

Type: Headcanons

– gym dates. Can't convince me otherwise. You two do your workouts together. Even though Keegan is a fit, muscly dragon who does very intense workouts, he never fails to be impressed by your skills - skills that require so much strength and stamina, like lifting yourself up a bar with a weight attached around your hips

– he'll be so proud of his girl. People in the gym will stare when you do lift ups and other things with such ease. However,it can't go without creeps giving you smirky and dark looks while throwing all kinds of comments in your direction. They all walk away in an instant when Keegan gives them a warning cold look. He'll touch you and kiss you, just so they know their place.

– hates when you don't see yourself the way he sees you. When you're insecure in that gorgeous red dress you were so excited to get while getting ready for a date or don't want to talk to him on face time while he's on the mission breaks his heart

– will do anything for his girl

– snores. Swears he doesn't.

– criticizes almost every military show/series and pointing out flaws

– gives you very special massages, especially while you're on you period. You get a full princess treatment while bleeding the red sea

– Pulling pranks on each other

– touches you all the time. It became a subconscious thing way in your relationship ( and marriage). Keegan needs to place a hand on yours while you two eat somewhere or wrap his hand around your waist while in conversation with someone else.

– generally very protective

– Often comes back home unannounced and sneaks in to give you a little scare while you sway your hips to the music in the kitchen, singing lyrics with all your heart and cooking dinner. You never hear to hear his cat-like, quiet steps. Its a ghost thing, as he says.

– loves little kids and kids love him. He's very good with them and he proves it any chance he has. Something flipped inside you one Sunday afternoon as you watched him handling your sister's three hyperactive kids while looking out of kitchen window. They climbed up on him like crazy monkeys, giggling and not listening to his words. He then gave them a military scoff and they all lowered down and stilled like bugs. When he gave them some funny orders, he began chasing and tickling them. Tactical game of run and don't get tickled. And you realize this is what you want. With a man who makes you feel seen, valued and safe beyond anything.

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Ho hey! I'm back.

Thought I'd do a little Keegan hc since he's my princess. I know it's short, I'm sorry! This was a quick idea dump and my first time doing HCs.

Send me in your requests for CoD imagines or HCs! (TF141 + Keegan and Roach)

[official-buckybarnes]

Against bullies since ‘30

[official-captainrogers]

Fine as fuck since the 30s.

[theironcan]

Amen

[introvertsnation]

[hurtspideyparker]

the hairstylists had a Pinterest account and a dream

[diilaurentiss]

"si."

"doll."

"what's this flower called?"

simon looked at the billionth flower you showed in just twenty minutes, sighing. "im a soldier love, not a gardener." though he took the pink colored flower from your hands, and placed it in the small box you bringed, just to turn them into a sticker later and put it in your notebook.

"makes sense," you murmured. "though i thought you'd knew since you guys are always on the forests or mountains."

"we don't really have time to search which flower is which doll." he said softly, moving everything that was sharp in front of you, in the small forest you two discovered in your hike. you liked getting lost in nature walks with your husband, who was as useful as a swiss army knife in your eyes.

"shame." you murmured, holding his hand when you felt like you were stumbling. though you liked to be a little dramatic sometimes. as you both continued to hike, and pick flowers, you occasionally liked to touch big tree's. "how fast you can climb this?" you asked curiously, looking up at the big oak tree.

"three minutes, max." he said with a casual confidence that made you remember why you falled for this man. he could do anything, and it was impressing you embaressingly enough.

"wanna test it out?" you asked with a mischief smirk on your face. simon mirrored.

"what do i get in return?"

"a big kiss."

he started climbing that moment, finding bumps to step on or using his big knife to help him climb, going all in for a kiss. you chuckled as he sat on one of the sticks, looking at the time. "two minutes and a half, lieutenant!"

as if it was nothing, he jumped down from that tree, landing on his feet with a loud thud. "my reward." his hands immediatly reached out and you happily hugged his neck, giving him the biggest smooch.

the next time he returns from a deployment, he has a bunch of squished mountain flowers on his gear pocket, a few of them losing their leaves but it mattered to you nonetheless. because he thought the weird and rare flowers would look great on your little notebook, and you felt special that he remembered that while fighting for his life.

[porcelainstarrr]

I cant do this anymore, I CANT DO THIS ANYMOREEEEE. HOLD ME BACK

[vals-rambles]

I wanna hug him and bite him bc he's just so cute

[vals-rambles]

First time parents

Pairing: Keegan Russ x reader

Summary: Keegan with his wife during her giving birth to their babygirl

Warnings: giving birth but nothing too descriptive, just pure fluff besides that

Word count: 1.3K

Notes: well, this got a little long haha but what to say . Also, English is not my first language and im sorry for mistakes! AND I'm no doctor and don't know much of giving birth so apologizes for errors in advance.

This is not proofread til the end and you've been warned.

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He shoots through the doors of the hospital, his face loosing its color, quickly passing through hospital staff and halls, running to get to maternity hall as fast as possible.

He is still in his military uniform, his mask off and his hair ruffled. His blue eyes panicly scan the numbers above white doors while trying to find yours.

A loud scream comes from 502.

Keegan froze, knowing it's yours.

He stopped in mid in his tracks and he could hear his heart loudly banging in his ears. He recalls the phone call he got while he got back from the mission, two hours away from you.

He gets himself together and without any further hesitation he aggressively pushed the door, just like he did on his ops so many times and though it may have seemed violent and brutal, he was just very worried.

Worried for you and his soon child to be born.

Keegan crashes in only to meet you on the hospital bed surrounded with doctors and nurses, your hair in apocalyptical bun and your face sweaty, puffy and red from crying. Your were in a blue hospital gown and your knees were bent up so you can push his little girl out. Unfortunately she didn't want to cooperate and it made birth even more painful for you.

The doctors and nurses immediately turn around at the violent sound of doors opening and you spot him.

He is there just standing, loosing all knowledge of what to do next. He was always a protector and provider and always knew how ro handle every situation. Every single thing that bothered you. He'd kiss you and hug you for hours when you were sad, cheated by friends or family, angry or anything. But for the first time in his life, Keegan is not sure how he can make your pain go away.

Your lips pout as you lock your eyes with his and you break into small sobs. All you want him is to hold you.

"Are you the dad?" One of the nurses asked and he nodded

"It's okay you can come in. Mamma, let's go. Push again, even harder."

The nurse instructed and you contorted your face at her words, as if you weren't trying so hard for the last 2 hours. You were sure you were going to pass out.

Keegan strides over to your side of bed and takes your hand into his. You immediately transition your firm grip from metal fence of the bed into his hand and look at him fearfully. A whirlwind of emotions surged through you as you took your husband's hand. You are scared, in pain, happy and excited at the same time.

"Come on mom. You can do it." The nurse encourages you again and you turn your sweaty face to Keegan

"I'm scared." You blurt as you try to pull yourself closer to his embrace. You feel a sweat droplet make a trail down your forehead.

"I know love. It's okay. You can do this. We're in this together." He says as he removed a strand of your loose hair from your face

You nod and you make one final push.

You give all of your being's strength, mental and physical into pushing your little babygirl out. The pain in you felt like someone tore you with a knife and crushed all your bones. You gritted your teeth and let out a scream again and feel the pressure in your birthing canal building up even more.

But then comes a relief.

And then, a cry, but not from you.

Your head fell back into saggy pillow of the bed and you closed your eyes, feeling your body failing you.

You then managed to get some strength and you opened your eyes and met with a nurse in her turquoise sterile gown, carrying a creature wrapped in pink blanket not bigger than a watermelon in her embrace.

Tears pooled out of your eyes as she placed your little one on your bare chest and sobs escaped your mouth. She was perfect.

Keegan hovers over you two and looks with unbelief. How his wife is so strong and his daughter so beautiful.

"Hey little one. Mommy is here. Everything's gonna be okay." You cooed as she cried softly

"Keegs look!" You say as you tiredly smiled "She already has your eyes and nose!"

"Holy shit." Keegan curses under his breath as he looks away and subtly tries to wipe away the tears so you won't see

You chuckle at the sight and your eyes go back to her. Even though you were tired as heck you wanted to just look at her. Your eyes and body were saying no but your spirit was so happy and content. She was just the most adorable little creature. She cried for a bit more and then calmed down once she got used to your warm skin.

"She's perfect." Keegan said and placed a sweet kiss down on your lips

"She is." You nod as you gently stroke her small elbows with your thumb

"I'm so proud of you honey. You did such a good job." Keegan said and kissed your head

"Mrs Russ," one of the doctors says taking off his sterile mask "You did a damn good job. That was hell of a birth. Never seen such tough one before."

"She's the toughest in the world." Keegan smiled as he looked at you with a look full of love.

You flashed him a quick smile and started to feel your eyes going down even more. You simply couldn't hold then open any more and after some time your body simply said no.

Keegan noticed it your dread and it tore his heart the sight of you being so exhausted.

"Mom is very tired. She needs some rest." The nurse said "Dad, you can take on the skin to skin contact now."

She said and Keegan obeyed.

"On it."

Keegan said and took off his vest and his black shirt under it. You were already half asleep and the nurse helped Keegan take her from your chest into his arms.

He carefully placed the newborn into his hands between his elbows, watching her as if she is made of glass. She wriggled and wailed as she noticed she is no longer laying against her mither but stopped when her skin touched Keegan's.

She made him so weak. He fought so many enemies, taken down bases and gruesome men but he would not win in a fight with her every time she fluttered her bean sized eyes at him. He would melt away on an instant.

He took his daughter and sat down in an armchair right next to your bed and cooed sweet nothings to her as he rocked her in his big muscular arms.

Keegan couldn't be more happy. His new love of his life in his arms with you drifted off into a well deserved peaceful sleep. His heart swelled with joy and contentment as he looked at you both.

"You're dad's princess, you know that?" He smiled as he whispered to her

A knock on the door got everyone's attention and they pushed open.

"Mr and Mrs Russ have a few visitors."

A nurse with black hair announced and Logan, Hesh and Ajax walk in.

"Ey did we miss the birth?" Logan cheers happily as he walks in but Keegan gestures him to shut up and points at you

"Oh crap, didn't see the missus is asleep." He apologizes and and they carefully make their way over to their friend.

The three men surround Keeegan and melt at the sight of a bundle of joy in his arms.

"Oh look at her! Shes cute as hell." Ajax chirps 

"Damn Keegs." Hesh says and pats his teammate on the shoulder "Maybe it is true."

"True what?" Keegan frowns

"That infantry men actually make only girls. Not that it's bad." Hesh said and the Ghosts laugh just quietly, not to wake you up.

"But this one is a princess." Ajax added

Keegans heart swells with pride as he looks down on her. Little one stuck her tiny tongue out and started babbling out something in her tiny weak voice.

"She's gonna be a real menace, like her dad." Keegan smiled "Because she is already killing me."