He Saved My Stuffie -Klaus M.

He Saved my Stuffie -Klaus M.

Warning: Dd/Lg and Smut

This was a request from a friend specifically asking me to write baby talk so I hope I did an alright job on that. This oneshot contains an extremely rushed DDLG relationship, it’s a work of fiction and that is all, I know it is unrealistic.

The commotion downstairs startled me, having been alone in the house 10 minutes ago. It sounded like arguing but then things started crashing and breaking, causing me to run down from my room. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I found Damon and a man tossing each other around.

I was going to just leave the room, not wanting to get in the middle of Damon's argument when they landed on the couch where I had been napping earlier.  As Damon tried to kick the man off of him, he hit my Bulbasaur stuffie and launched him straight into the roaring fireplace.  "Ahhhhhh!"  I screamed, alerting both men who quickly turned to look at me.  I darted to the fireplace but Damon anticipated what I was doing.  My stuffie was burning in the back of the fire place and I reached my hand in to pull him out, ignoring the pain in my arm until I was grabbed and pulled back.

"Are you insane?!  Jesus Y/n!  It's a fucking toy!"

"Wet me go!  Wet go!  I gotsta get him out!  Damon!"  There were tears streaming down my face as I watched my favorite stuffie burn and I began to sob.  I had gotten Bulbasaur when I moved into the boarding house, my parents had been killed by the tomb vampires and since it was their fault the Scooby Gang moved me in.  Bulbasaur has kept me safe from all the vampires in town, not to mention werewolves, witches and anything else that wanted to hurt me.

"If you're going to do that little bullshit then take it upstairs!  I don't have time for this."  As he turned back to the other man I felt something in my brain snap.  I turned around and jumped onto Damon's back, grabbing his neck and jerking violently.  He fell to the floor with a fractured neck and I crawled back to the fireplace, only to feel another arm around my waist.

"No!  I gotsta get him!  Stop!"

"Calm down love, I'll get him for you."  The man placed me on my butt beside him and reached in, grabbing the burned up stuffie, patting the fire out.  His burns healed immediately and I inched away slightly.  "Don't be afraid of me little one, I would never hurt you."  I began crying once again as I saw my burnt up best friend and I was pulled onto the blond mans lap.  I found it oddly comforting as he rocked me back and forth, singing in some strange language.  I rested my head on his shoulder as he lifted me up and walked to the kitchen, still singing.  He grabbed a bottle and filled it with juice, dropping some of his blood into it before sitting on the counter and holding it to my mouth, feeding me my bottle. 

It's extremely rare that I'm this little, considering I can't do much for myself when I am and that I don't have a daddy, but I decided to take advantage of the comfort as I suck on the bottle and clutch tightly to this mans shirt.

"Are you feeling a little better baby girl?"  I nodded, still holding on tightly, not understanding why but needing to.  "Your burns are all healed up, no more reaching into the fire.  Would your stuffie have wanted you to hurt yourself to save him?"  I shook my head, his logic seeming completely sound to me.

"Bulbasauw nevew want me huwt. He's ma best fwiend...Damon kiwwed him."  I could tell he thought the baby talk was cute as he smiled down at where I still was on his lap.  He hopped off the kitchen counter and sat me on the kitchen island.

"How about I take him with me?  Maybe my witch can fix him up for you.  It's worth a shot, huh?"

"Doesn't mattew.  I gotsta go...I huwt Damon, I need to weave befowe he wakes up."  I tried to squirm down onto the floor but this man wasn't having it.

"You can come stay with me, I'll help you grab your things.  Come on."  He lifted me onto his hip and carried me like a toddler, making me feel even more little, and I believe he knew that.

"Who awe you mistew?"  He looked startled by that.

"You don't know who I am?"  I shook my head.  "My name is Niklaus Mikaelson, I'm shocked your friends didn't tell you that."  I had a slight internal debate with myself, but ultimately decided I enjoyed the comfort he gave me too much to be afraid.

"Dey towd me youwe eviw and to stay away fwom you.  Dat you wanna huwt aww Ewenas fwiends." 

"No, I don't want to hurt anybody, however they push and push until I have no other option...how come you're not running away from me if you think I'm evil?"  I shrugged as he set me down in my room.

"Cause youwe comfty and wawm.  Youwe nice to me when I'm wittwe.  My fwiends don't wike me wike dis, say dey gots too much to wowwy about wifout my fucked up buwwshit."  I sniffled and he growled.

"I'm sorry your friend treat you like that but you don't have to worry about them anymore.  Also, if I hear those naughty words come out of your mouth again I'm going to take you over my knee.  You have such beautiful lips, those vulgar words should never pass through them, understand?"  I nodded, loving the way he was caring for me, feeling myself dampen slightly, praying to god he didn't notice, though if the smirk on his face is anything to go on, he did.  He helped me pack my things, my clothes and things in one bag and a separate bag for all my little gear.  Niklaus somehow carried not just me but my 2 bags down stairs and outside to his car.  "Is there anything else you need little one?"

I shook my head. "Why awe you bein so nice to me?  I'm fwiends wiff evewyone you hate..."  he smiled kindly, sitting me in the passenger seat and kissing my cheek.

"Because I saw the way Damon treated you and no Little should ever be treated like that.  You should be taken care of by your Daddy, loved and cherished like the gem you are.  I want to take care of you, my little mate."  Mate?  I can't be his mate...he waited 1000 years for me?  That sucks! 

I shook my head frantically.  "No mate Nik, no!  You find someone bettew!  Cawowine!  You wike Cawowine!  She bettew!  She-"  I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine, and though this may be cheesy, I felt fireworks explode in my stomach, making me wrap my arms around his neck and prolong the kiss.

"You are it for me, Caroline was a fun chase, but that's all my relationships have been, I've been waiting for my mate, for you.  I always hoped my mate would be a little, they're supposedly everything you need, even if you don't know you need it.  Y/n, I would be honored if you would consider me as an option for your Daddy, however, even if you don't want that, you are welcome to stay with me for however long you want."

I considered it for a moment before nodding.  "Daddy Nik...I wike it."  I giggled and he grinned, tickling my sides happily before kissing me again.  The drive back to his house wasn't long and he quickly carried me and my bags upstairs, avoiding his siblings who were all looking at us from the living room as we went by.  "Dey not gonna wike me Nikky... I fwiends wiff bad peopwe."  He shook his head.

"Not anymore, remember?  You're also my mate, I promise, my family will love you.  Now, let's get you unpacked, okay?"  I nodded, putting my things away in the empty dresser by the bathroom door, placing most of my little gear right on top of the dresser.  My box of Pacis, my collars, my fluffy cuffs and everything else.  I only had one stuffy besides Bulbasaur and that's my Toothless stuffie.  "Are you okay staying in here with me or would you rather sleep in a different bed?  I-"

"I not awwowed to sweep in a bed.  Damon made me sweep on da couch."

"Why in gods name would he-"

"I have nightmawes and I sometimes have accidents.  I gotsta sweep on da couch."  He shook his head and seemed to be in deep thought.

"Okay.  I'm going to go talk to my witch about your stuffie and then I'm going to grab a few things."  He sped out of the room, returning 10 seconds later with a bottle of apple juice.  "You watch cartoons, okay baby girl?  I'll be right back."  He turned the T.V on Scooby Doo before kissing my head and leaving.

Klaus' POV

"Elijah?"  I called, walking into the living room to see my 3 siblings all reading.  "Do you know of any spell in the world that could fix this?"  He looked at the burned up stuffed animal and shook his head.

"Apologies Niklaus, I do not.  Why?"

"It was important enough to my mate to put her hand in a fire place trying to get it back, and I-"

"Mate?!"  All 3 of them exclaimed and I smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, she had been living with the Salvatore's.  She's...just perfect."  I had no other words to describe the girl I had met today, she was everything I wanted and more.

"And a little judging by the stuffed animal?"  My elder brother questioned.  Rebekah and Kol, having been in boxes for decades, didn't know what that meant until Elijah explained it.

"She's watching cartoons upstairs, I'll be back soon."  I walked out to my car, driving to the mall to get a new stuffed animal and a little surprise for my mate that will hopefully help with her problem.

Y/n POV

I hadn't been by myself for 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door and a head peeking in.  I assumed this was my Daddy's sister, Rebekah.  "Hi.  I just wanted to introduce myself.  If you're going to be living here we should get along, right?"  I nodded, making sure not to baby talk my daddy's sister.

"Definitely.  I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you."  She smiled, shutting the door behind her and sitting across from me, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Rebekah."  She sat with me and we talked for quite a while until the front door opened and Rebekah hopped up.  "I'll give you back to Nik now I suppose, but you and I are going shopping tomorrow, got it?"  I nodded.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world.  I'll be ready."  She walked out and didn't bother closing the door behind her since my daddy walked in 5 seconds later.

"Did you have a good talk with my sister love?" 

"Yeah, we're gonna go shopping tomorrow...if that's okay?"  He smiled and kissed my head gently.

"Of course it is love, I always want you to tell me where you're going, but I trust you with Rebekah and Elijah."

"Not Kol?"  He grimaced.

"Well work our way there."  I giggled.  "I've been meaning to ask, how old are you when you regress?"  He was putting something together against the wall and I watched, fascinated as he worked, his hands amazing me as he did.

"Usually between 3 and 5 but when I have someone babying me I can get down to 1 and a half ish.  I can't do much for myself then so I don't go that far often."  Keeping up with his vampire paced movements was making me dizzy so I stopped, looking back at the t.v to see Scooby riding a log in a lumber mill and being chased by the snow ghost.

"Y/n, you can be as little as you need as often as you need."  Daddy sat in front of me now, holding my hands in his.  "I need to care for you, that's what I need as a Daddy, that’s why you’re my mate, and you giving me that makes me extremely happy.  Okay?  Never feel like you can't be as little as you need."  I smiled as he said this and examined his hands as he spoke.  "What?"

"I like your hands.  I can't help but imagine what they feel like all over me."  He moved his hands down to my hips and to my butt, lifting me up just like that and putting me on his hip.

"My hands are all yours whenever you want them.  However, I have something for you.  Look."  He brought me over and I finally realized what the thing he was putting together was...it's a changing table.

"You...you want me to wear diapers?"  I was stunned and had no clue how to react.  Diapers had never been a thing I had wanted to try.

"Only to sleep baby love.  You said sometimes you have accidents, well, now you can sleep in Daddies bed with him and not worry about it."  I was touched.  Most people would have just given me my own place to sleep but this man put forth the effort to help me find a solution and that shows me how much he really does want to be my daddy.  "I got the changing table so I can help you, okay?  You don't have to do it alone, you'll never have to do anything alone again.  Also-"  he set me on the changing table and handed me...A BULBASAUR!  He had fixed my stuffie.  "Now, He is not the same stuffie unfortunately, but since we couldn't fix him, I figured you might like to take care of one of his children."  I looked at him confused.  "This is Bulbasaurs son, you'll take care of him, won't you?"  I nodded frantically, snuggling the stuffie to my chest as daddy laid me back on the changing table.  "I brought us dinner but let's get you ready for bed first, then we can snuggle and watch cartoons, huh?  Sound good baby girl?  Do you want to watch cartoons with your Daddy?"  I knew what he was doing, he was trying to make me regress and it was absolutely...working.  I giggled, nodding and snuggling my Bulbasaur as Daddy pulled my pants and panties off.  "God baby love, you're soaking wet...who did this to you?"  I whimpered, feeling exposed but also wanting his hands on me desperately, trusting him after all that he's done in such a short time.  "Answer me Y/n, who made you this wet?"

"You did..."  I gasped as he trailed a finger straight up my slit.  "Oh...I've...I’ve nevew..."  my baby talk returned as my Daddy made me feel safe and loved.

"Do you want me to stop?  We can wait, I will never do anything you don't want Y/n, never."  I shook my head.

"Pwease...pwease touch me Daddy..."  I heard him growl and my eyes snapped open to see him looking straight at me.

"Say it again...say it again baby love, and you'll get what you want."

"P-pwease?  Pwease Daddy?  Pwease touch me...I need you Daddy!" The next thing I knew his thumb was on my clit and he had slipped 2 fingers into my entrance, making him groan.

"Jesus Christ baby, you're so tight!  Oh fuck!"  Daddy kissed up my neck, my right hand buried in his hair and the other clutching the table.

"Oh!  Daddy...feews so good Daddy!  Pwease...don't stop?!"

"Never."  I gasped as he bit my ear slightly.

"Tawking...don't stop...pwease?"  He stopped kissing my neck as I said this before understanding what I meant.

"You like Daddy's voice don't you baby love?  You just love knowing it's me who's making you feel this good, don't you?"  I nodded as he added a third finger, grazing this little spot inside of me that made me need to catch my breath.  "God little one, your pussy is just perfect.  It's squeezing my fingers so tight, can't imagine what it's going to be like on my cock one day, you make me so fucking hard."  I released his hair, moving my hand down and unhooking his jeans somehow with one hand and trailing my hand down, rubbing him through his boxers and hearing him snarl and growl in my ear.

"Do dat again Daddy, pwease?  Make dat sound again?"  I moved my hand into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his flesh, making him growl once again.

"Fuck princess, god you're so perfect."  His breathing became erratic as did mine and his body went rigid as he came in my hand, the moan he let out in my ear being my last straw as my hips lifted from the table and I came, squirting all over his hand.  "Holy fuck Y/n!  That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."  He covered my lips with his, kissing me for a moment before pulling back and grabbing baby wipes, cleaning us both off before lifting my hips and wrapping me up in a diaper like a present.  He stood me up and helped me into my Batman footie pajamas before sitting me on the bed.

We spent that night comfortable in each other's arms, eating and enjoying the comfort we got from one another.  I never thought I would be grateful to Damon for throwing my stuffie in the fire but I have to say...Thanks Damon.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

mum said no | lewis hamilton

an: i love hot ones <3 that’s all

After canceling many times, Lewis finally made his appearance on Hot Ones with Sean Evans. He was a big fan of the show so he was happy to finally get to be a guest. Not only was he a big fan, but so was his eleven year old daughter, Maeve, so naturally she accompanied him to the set.

Maeve Hamilton watched as her dad ate spicy wings and answered questions. When talking about Roscoe, Maeve payed close attention. She loved talking about Roscoe so much.

On the monitor, a picture of Roscoe and Maeve appeared. Maeve was wearing a black Lewis shirt that her mum had bought from an Etsy store while Roscoe licked her face. It was the British Grand Prix and Maeve, along with her sisters, was beyond excited.

“Look, Mavy, that’s you and Roscoe!” Lewis pointed to the screen. “That was taken last year. Do you remember?” Lewis asked his daughter.

Maeve looked at the picture and nodded. “Angela took it!”

“Is your family always at the races?” Sean asked.

“Most of the time during the summer, yeah. It’s always a great time when they’re in the garage, but when it’s school time, they stay home with their mum.” Lewis explained. “They don’t like that at all. But I always tell them education comes first.”

“But I get lots of good grades.” Maeve cut in.

“What’s your favorite subject?” Sean asked the girl.

“I like science.” Replied Maeve.

As the show went on, Maeve was seated next to the camera crew, laughing at her father. He was now taking bigger bites.

“You can do it!” Maeve cheered on.

“Thank you, baby. Love you.” Lewis chuckled and blew a kiss to the girl. “I can always count on my girls to cheer me on.”

“On the topic of family, is it possible that Formula One could get another Hamilton on the track? Or do they want to go into other careers?” Sean asked.

“At one point, they did say they wanted to, but now they’re discovering more careers that they’re interested in. I will support them in whatever choice they make.”

You and Lewis both knew that your daughters would never be Formula one drivers. You both talked about how hard it would be on them. He saw how fans were tough on Mick. He didn’t want his girls to go through that.

The wings got spicier and all Maeve could do was laugh at the faces Lewis was making. He drank milk but that barely helped. Tears were starting to come out his eyes. Maeve noticed and quickly went to her father’s side and used a clean napkin to clean the tears since she didn’t want him using his own hands that were covered in sauce.

“Thank you, baby.” Lewis said as Maeve cleaned up the tears.

“What kind of reaction do you get when somone pulls up alongside of you and then sees that it’s, you know, Lewis Hamilton behind the wheel next to them?” Sean questioned.

“Most people are just like ‘Holy Shit!’ um. . .” Lewis chuckled.

“They’re not revving their engine at you or anything?”

“I’ve had people, yeah traffic light that wanna race yeah.” He nodded. “Definitely when I was young, I felt like yeah. . . smoke this fool.” He laughed.

“This man wanted to race you yesterday!” Maeve spoke up. “Mum said no.”

“I got kids now!” Lewis laughed once again. “I got precious cargo, I can’t be fooling around.”

“And mum said no.” Maeve whispered to him.

“Yup, and mum said no.”

Sing me a Lullaby

Tim Bradford x reader

Warnings/Tags: character death, angst, fluff, hurt

Word count: 482

Authors note: Hey guys, don't know how this happened, but I suddenly had this idea. If my goal is to make you cry? Maybe. I did (but only a little bit, I swear). The song mentioned is Lullabye from Billy Joel.

I would say enjoy, but...

There weren't a lot of things Tim Bradford was scared of.

Still he couldn't sleep, having a hard time to calm down.

With you it was different.

Whenever he couldn't sleep you would sing him a lullaby, calming down his racing heart and erasing the horrible things he saw, when he closed his eyes.

He had seen a lot of things no one should ever see in their lives.

No matter how often he told himself that he was strong, your presence and your sweet voice that filled his head, luring him to sleep, were the only things that helped him at night.

"Goodbye my angel, time to close your eyes." you would sing, your fingers brushing through his hair as you smelled his familiar scent.

"And save these questions for another day. I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say."

It was a song as old as you were, your father singing it to you whenever you couldn't sleep as a baby. It continued even when you grew older, until he died of cancer when you were still very young.

You knew every word of it by heart, the song having a deep meaning for you. Tim knew that, feeling honored that you decided to share it with him.

You were his save haven, his light.

So when you were on patrol with your rookie, a call turning out to be a shooting like you'd rarely seen, his thoughts were trained on you, trying to get you all out of there alive as the supervising officer.

He silently gave administrations, telling you where to go and where to position yourselves, waiting for his signal.

It should have been easy, going in, arresting the drug dealer, going back out.

But it wasn't.

When you stormed the abandoned storage hall, they'd already been waiting for you.

Hiding behind boxes you waited for a clear shot, all the while looking out for the others. Firing whenever you were able to, you shot one down, Tim shooting another one.

There was backup right behind you, Harper, Nolan, Grey, Lucy and some other cops.

When you had shot all of them down, you released a sigh of relief. Even though they managed to surprise you, only one got shot in the leg.

Coming out from your hiding spot you followed Tim and Harper, as they slowly made their way forward.

There was no one in sight, causing you to frown. But you would have never complained about something easier than it looked.

But suddenly, your body jerked forward, straight towards Tim, who's face was sprinkled with blood.

Before you could have asked yourself where the blood came from, you fell into his arms, suddenly having trouble to breathe.

Tim's eyes widened in horror, as he slowly sank down onto his knees with you in his arms.

"No..." he breathed, as you started to feel the pain. A shot rang, as you heard someone call clear.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Tim panicked, frantically pressing his hands to the wound in your chest.

He couldn't lose you.

"Y/N, stay with me!" he shouted, though it seemed to blur, as your fingers slowly brushed over his cheek, adding more blood to it as your body convulsed.

You didn't get enough air into your lungs. It was like something blocked your airways, as you struggled.

Someone called for an ambulance, as Tim pressed harder on your wound. His fingers were full of your blood, as it seemed to just seep through, no matter his attempts of stopping it.

"Y/N!" you heard him shout your name again, as tears formed in his eyes, one after another freeing themselves. "I can't lose you, please, stay with me!"

A hot tear ran down your cheek, as you tried to understand what was happening through the fog in your brain. "I-I love you, T-Tim." you sputtered, blood seeping from your mouth.

"I love you too, so don't dare dying on me now!" he gave back, shaking as he sobbed.

You felt so cold, numb.

"Sing me a lullaby." you asked of him, as you noticed how black blotches started to cover your vision.

He stared at you for a moment, speechless. But he did as you asked him to, silently praying that the ambulance would make it in time.

"Goodbye my angel, time to close your eyes." His voice broke, as a sob racked through him, tears running into his open mouth. "And save these questions for another day."

His heart wrenched, as he fell silent, trying to find back his voice, hands still pressing on your wound.

"I think I know what you've been asking me." he continued, your body hanging limp in his arms. "I think you know what I've been trying to say. I promised I would never leave you, and you should always know, wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be very far."

Anther sob racked through him, his body shaking as he sung the words he remembered by heart.

"Goodbye my angel, now it's time to sleep."

He didn't know that you never heard his last words, even if they meant the world to him.

But as you lay dying in his arms, you knew he was your home. And wherever you may go, you would be his.

Always and forever.

Mid-Wilshire’s Finest

Hey! Could you do fluff John Nolan and wife reader where she visit the station and everyone just awed at her beauty? Maybe someone try to flirt with her. You decide how it end. Tag me later. Thanks!

first time writing for nolan 😜

lmk how i did!

nolan’s wife

You were way too beautiful to be John Nolan’s wife, is the first thing that comes to mind to all the officers when you introduce yourself.

Lucy and Jackson knew Nolan was with someone, because he always shot down anyone that came onto him everywhere they went. Whether it be the hospital, a call, the bar, anywhere.

But they didn’t know that that woman was his wife, nor that she was that gorgeous!

And I mean everyone, even Tim Bradford, was checking her out as she made her way towards the rookie.

“John,” You said in a silky voice, slightly fixing his tie.

“Y/n,” John smiles down at you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

That was the only downside of your husband—his height. He was so tall, and it wasn’t that you were short, it was just that he was so tall! Even in high heels you couldn’t match his height or anywhere near it.

“Oh, my god,” Lucy sped over to the two of you, her hair pulled back into a low bun. “You are gorgeous!”

“Thank you?” You pull back slightly from John, giving him some personal space.

“I have to say, you are beautiful,” Jackson says, his hands resting on his belt.

“Who’s this smoke show?” Smitty walks over, raising his brows and flashing a smile. “Wanna go out tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to pass,” You nod awkwardly, holding your hand out to let him see your ring. “I’m married.”

“To who? I could take him,” Smitty assures you.

“To me. She’s my wife,” John asserts dominance, which has Smitty backing up a few steps.

“Alright, slow down cowboy,” Smitty puts his hands up, walking back to his desk.

Lucy laughs, shaking her head.

“Hey, we were just about to head out for lunch, wanna join us?” Jackson asks nicely.

“Oo, yes!” Lucy jumps excitedly. “Please, please, please come!”

“I mean, if it’s okay with you,” You turn towards John, looking up at him sweetly.

“Of course, oh, I’d love for you to go,” John puts his large hands on the sides of your head, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“So it’s a deal, let’s go,” Lucy puts her arm through yours. “Y/n gets shotgun.”

Lucy drives you to this food truck joint, that has several different types and trucks to try from, so you could basically get whatever you wanted.

You sit in front with Lucy, while John and Jackson take up the backseat.

You snap a photo of John in the back seat, and tell him that you think it’ll make the Christmas card this year, resulting in a laugh from him.

Once there, Lucy picks a table with four chairs, and you sit as John gets the two of you something to share. Because, yes, the two of you are adorable like that. But also because he wanted to surprise you since you’ve never eaten there before.

You watch him go around to several of the trucks, getting a bit of everything, and you love him for it because he knows you so well.

Lucy shares a few of her fries with you as you wait.

When he sits back down, you are relieved to be hit with the smell of food, but then are hit with the urge to vomit.

Which brings you back to the whole reason you came to see John at the station.

You cover your mouth, which has you receiving a concerned look from your husband.

“Everything okay?” His frown deepens as get up.

“Excuse me,” You all but sprint towards the nearest trash can and hurl into it, not even caring about how people around you are trying to eat.

“You okay?” John appears beside you, rubbing your back and giving you a napkin so you can wipe your mouth.

“I’m fine,” You swallow, trying to get the taste out of your mouth. “Did you get something to drink?”

“Yes, it’s right this way,” John still watches over you intently, his hand on the small of your back. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” You laugh it off.

When you sit, you feel eyes on you, and you know who they belong to.

Your husband.

“John, we should talk,” You turn your head, dropping your fork.

“And that’s our cue,” Jackson nods to Lucy who stands with the man to leave to another table.

“What’s wrong? I thought everything was okay.”

“It is,” You grab his hand. “I took a test this morning.”

“A test? What— like, like a pregnancy test?” His eye brows shoot to his hairline. He was surprised, to say the least.

“Yeah,” You look down. “It was positive.”

“Really?” John lets out a breath.

“If you don’t want this, I understand,” You tilt your head. “You’re still just a rookie, and—“

“No,” John shakes his head with a big grin bloomed across his face. “I mean, I’ll admit, it’s terrible timing, but I couldn’t be more happier.”

You let out a big sigh of relief that has John laughing along with you.

“Good. Because I don’t know what I would have done, had you said you didn’t want this baby.”

“I would never say that to you, or anyone, for that matter.”

You smile up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” John whispers.

“Yeah,” Your eyes water a bit, stupid hormones. “We are.”

John Nolan Masterlist

First Case - For John it's love at first sight.

Bad Timing - You and John have always had bad timing.

Forget About It - You and John share a heated moment in the breakroom. - Companion piece to Bad Timing

Out of Your League - John has always thought you were beautiful.

Rainy Days - John wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain... and you.

Vest - You're there for John when he's shot in the chest.

Scars - John loves you and all your scars.