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Masterlist
Key List: ( ) means theres some smutty smut
The Video:( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
Issa Reunion: ( Chapter 1 ) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ( Chapter 5 ) Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 ( Chapter 7 ) ( Chapter 8/ Final )
Issa Reunion 2.0:
Issa Reunion Visuals: The House Vamp Inspo The Strip Club Vamp Inspo 2 The New House *Thanks To Taylor*
Mob Boss Zaddy: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 ) ( Chapter 3 ) ( Chapter 4 ) Chapter 5 My Lil Grimey Nigga ( Side Chapter )
Mob Boss Zaddy Visuals: The House Zaddy Inspo KuKu 1 KuKu 2 KuKu 3 [ Set 1 ] [ Set 2 ] [ Set 3 ] [ Set 4 ]
Doctors Orders: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 )
My New Toy: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
The Tutor: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2.5 )
Forbidden: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
Birthday Video Call: ( Part 1 )
Who Is She?: ( Chapter 1 )
One Shots: ( The Apology ) ( Tell Me About Your Day ) ( The Heat ) ( I Hate You ) ( His Personal Lawyer ) ( Oh That’s Funky ) Fuck That BBQ!
Anon One Shots: Henny Dick Faked Orgasm Erik’s Turn Ons Her Lil Girlfriend First Kiss Christina Piercing He Hit? Period Comfort ( Own The Dick ) 5 Stages Of Grief ( I Love You )
T’Challa:
T’Challa’s Daughter
Let me know if the links don’t work
Masterlist
Key List: ( ) means theres some smutty smut
The Video:( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
Issa Reunion: ( Chapter 1 ) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ( Chapter 5 ) Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 ( Chapter 7 ) ( Chapter 8/ Final )
Issa Reunion 2.0:
Issa Reunion Visuals: The House Vamp Inspo The Strip Club Vamp Inspo 2 The New House *Thanks To Taylor*
Mob Boss Zaddy: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 ) ( Chapter 3 ) ( Chapter 4 ) Chapter 5 My Lil Grimey Nigga ( Side Chapter )
Mob Boss Zaddy Visuals: The House Zaddy Inspo KuKu 1 KuKu 2 KuKu 3 [ Set 1 ] [ Set 2 ] [ Set 3 ] [ Set 4 ]
Doctors Orders: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 )
My New Toy: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
The Tutor: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2.5 )
Forbidden: ( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 )
Birthday Video Call: ( Part 1 )
Who Is She?: ( Chapter 1 )
One Shots: ( The Apology ) ( Tell Me About Your Day ) ( The Heat ) ( I Hate You ) ( His Personal Lawyer ) ( Oh That’s Funky ) Fuck That BBQ!
Anon One Shots: Henny Dick Faked Orgasm Erik’s Turn Ons Her Lil Girlfriend First Kiss Christina Piercing He Hit? Period Comfort ( Own The Dick ) 5 Stages Of Grief ( I Love You )
T’Challa:
T’Challa’s Daughter
Let me know if the links don’t work
Masterlist
Kevin Atwater
Resurfaced
Happy Birthday
Black and Blue
Smooth(ie)
Stay
Erik Stevens
Lights Out
A Better Man
Lights Out
Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader
Warnings: ANGST, Fluff, implied smut
Word Count: 2200
“Shit!!!” Erik yelled accompanied by a loud thud so jarring it woke you out of the first sleep you were getting in days.
You replied in a pleading, groggy whisper. “E please! You’re gonna wake the baby. What the hell are you doing anyway?”
“The power went out…and he’s already up.”
You heard your sons faint cry on the monitor and rose from your favorite armchair in the living room like a zombie to go feed, burp, change, cuddle…whichever of the nine things, if not all, that he required at this ungodly hour. You chose to nap here because Erik was PMS’ing…again. You knew raising a child with this stubborn ass man wouldn’t be easy, but lately Erik was on another level of pissing you off. His latest complaint was the fact that you babied Bakari too much.
“But he’s 4 months old E!” ...you exclaimed. He thought he should already be sleeping on his own.
You argued that you’re still breastfeeding and it’s a trek to get to him in the middle of the night. “Are you gonna start producing something more than keloids and muscles out of that chest for him instead?!”
You knew there was a root cause to Erik’s frustration, but you also knew that he needed time to express his feelings. Extra time that you didn’t have to give right now. So, for the third night in a row, he went to bed angry, while you took care of Bakari in his nursery and attempted to find peace in your comfy chair in between.
Brushing passed your husband without so much as a glance, you walk towards the hallway.
“I did that already.”
“You fed him?”
“Yeah..”
“And changed his…”
“Yes Y/N…that’s what I’m sayin, damn.
Bakari’s cries got louder by the minute.
“E…I’m exhausted. Don’t come at me with this attitude tonight ok?! I’m not beat for your shit right now.”
You make your way into your sons’ nursery and gently lift him from his crib. He’s beyond fussy but won’t latch on…not hungry. His diaper is dry…wow, Erik actually did that too. Bouncing Bakari lightly as you pace the room, you start to hum a melody hoping this will work.
“He’s hot…” Erik appeared at the door. “He’s pissed cuz there’s no air circulating. I opened the window, thought the rain would calm him down but clearly. Come on, let’s go…”
You look down to see three bags at Erik’s feet, one being an expertly packed diaper bag.
“Go where E? It’s a whole storm outside. And it’s 3AM.”
“The rain let up and it’s not windy anymore. Don’t you trust me?” You scoffed…
“Just come on girl.”
The three of you piled into Erik’s huge truck. He held the door as you secured Bakari in, choosing to sit next to him in the backseat just in case he started screaming again. Movement always helped when he was this antsy, but you were way too tired to do your usual laps around the loft to get him to sleep this time.
Erik slammed the driver’s side door, which of course scared the baby, making him scream yet again. You shot him a cold look in the rearview mirror.
“My bad.”
Addressing your son in baby talk…
“It’s okay my love…don’t cry. Daddy’s trying to take your place this week. Did he steal some of your diaper’s tonight Bakari? Is that the real reason why he was in your room?? You can tell mama…”
Erik just shook his head. Your teasing, the AC blasting and the sound of the open road actually did the trick. Bakari went from sobbing to giggling to REM sleep in no time. You didn’t bother asking Erik where you were going because, let’s be honest, you knew he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, so you decided to knock out also.
2 hours later
Erik hopped out of the truck and took the bags in to the house. He then gently took his son out of his seat before waking you up.
“Y/N…babe we’re here.”
“Are we back home?”
“Well, home for a few days yeah.”
You reluctantly took Erik’s hand as he helped you out of the car. One quick but GOOD nap wasn’t going to make you suddenly forget that you were mad at him.
“Did you remember to bring…”
“Your pump? I got everything Y/N. And whatever I didn’t pack is available here.”
Erik led you into a BEAUTIFUL beach house. Still holding Bakari, he smirked at your reaction to this surprise. Kissing you on your temple, thoroughly amused at your shocked expression…
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go put him down.”
You couldn’t even answer. Mesmerized by the sound of the waves crashing, you walked towards the back of the open concept house in awe. The infinity pool overlooked a beautiful pre-dawn sky and the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils was intoxicating. Truth be told, you wanted Erik to rip your clothes off and take you right here on this patio, but you needed to suppress that urge for the time being.
He walked up behind you, slowly placing his arms around your waist. It had been days since he touched you, his unexplained mood keeping you both in your individual corners of the boxing ring that had become your home. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lean into him. He traced a line from your ear lobe to your shoulder with his lips. You were a goner.
“Baby…who’s house is this?”
“It’s ours.”
You turned to face him. Erik had a sly grin on his face, a sight you also hadn’t seen in a very long time. Playfully hitting his chest… “Erik stop playin’. Did you steal this house? Are the owners on vacation and coming back in the morning? What’s the deal? Should I go grab Bakari now or…?” Erik caught your hand as you pretended to walk away. He had to admit that he missed this side of you too.
“It’s kind of an inheritance thing. T’s dumbass was gonna get rid of it. Talkin’ bout some…’N’Jadaka, I live in Wakanda, why on earth do I need a house by this polluted Californian ocean?’”
You were laughing hysterically at this point. You loved when Erik impersonated T’Challa’s accent…he was SO BAD at it. You were softening up again, dammit this man was good at getting you to let your guard down. You moved closer to him, hands on his shoulders as he bit his bottom lip….he knew that made you weak too. His hands were now roaming your hips and cheeks.
“Oh really…that’s what he said huh?”
“Yep, just like that. So, I told him, T, don’t you dare get rid of this house. It’s a family keepsake, you know. My badass wife and beautiful son deserve this house T. So here we are.”
“Here we are….”
His lips finally overtook yours. All concern for previous arguments melted away as Erik lifted your legs around his waist and carried you to a lounge chair. He then ripped your clothes off and had his way with you. Filling you almost immediately, the sound of the crashing waves was no match for the moans you released finally feeling his touch again.
A little later…
You walked back out towards the pool wrapped in a blanket to rejoin Erik who was still sprawled, bare chest and as sexy as ever on the chaise lounge. The sun had just started to rise, and you couldn’t be more grateful for this moment with your man.
Nestling back into his side, Erik’s hands found their way back to some of his favorite spots on your body.
“Is he ok?”
“Yeah, I fed him, and he went right back to sleep. I think he loves it here too.”
“Y/N, I owe you an apology.” You stayed silent, this was rare, and you didn’t want any sudden movements to make him change his mind. Erik wasn’t big on words or explanations. He covered you and Bakari like no one else could. You felt protected and loved beyond measure, but there was something about having a child that opened up a new well in Erik’s heart. You fell more and more in love with him in these last few months, which was why the difference in his recent behavior had caught you so off guard.
You sat up slightly to face him, encouraging him to continue.
“I started having dreams about my pops. At first, they were nice, we’d be chillin at the playground when I was a kid or on the courts playin’ ball. He’d be laughing with me, pushing me on a swing. I’d smile cuz I’d think about those times that I’d have with B…then the dreams got dark. My mother would appear, her eyes real dark, black…and she’d end up killing me or my father in one of the dreams. Every time she’d laugh about it and I couldn’t do anything but watch. I was stuck in the corner of the room, in that same blue hoodie I was wearing when I found my dad. She’d walk over and whisper shit like, ‘you’ll never have what we had’, ‘you can never be free’. And then I’d pop up.”
By the time he finished there were tears streaming down both of your faces. You kissed his away and held him close.
“Erik, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I wanted to; I just didn’t want to scare you. The first time it happened it was really late, and you were in the other room singing to Bakari. The two of you were so peaceful…so I just listened to your voice with him and that calmed me down. I had another one a few days ago. She was in our room, standing over B’s rocker, just staring at him with those dark eyes. Then she looked over at you sleeping with your hand on him. I was stuck to the damn bed, couldn’t move. That shit was so real Y/N”
“That’s why you didn’t want him in the room.”
“Yeah…I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do. That seemed like the most immediate solve at the time.”
You readjusted to straddle Erik’s lap. Your love language was touch and luckily you knew Erik found peace the closer you were to him. You felt his heart beating as you retraced the scars on his chest. You steadied your hand there for a minute as he continued.
“T noticed something was off with me…”, finishing the sentence in unison…
“…because he’s T.” You both laughed. You were so grateful for his family and the second chance he had been given with them, in these very moments especially.
“Anyway, his nosy ass told my auntie about the dreams, but she really helped. She reminded me that my parents really did love me, even my mother. And that the dreams were just traces of my old life of violence refusing to die. I guess because…”
“Because you don’t think you deserve this joy…a chance at real peace?”
“Yeah…” He tried to break his gaze from your loving eyes, but you wouldn’t allow it. You held his face and kissed him softly. You moved slowly, hoping that the connection of your lips to his would somehow reassure him of who he was…recharging him in some way.
“Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka. You are my king. I loved you before I knew about your past, I loved you after I found out all of the secrets you tried to hide and since you’ve made me a mother to our gift, I’ve managed to love you even more. I feel safe, adored and beautiful when I’m with you, baby. And you know what, that little boy back there already loves and adores you too. You can calm him down in minutes…you already make him laugh. I know this hasn’t been easy, but you’ve earned this happiness. Life isn’t perfect, babe. But all of that darkness is behind us now. Let me be here for you too. We have a very bright future ahead, but I need you present and here with us to enjoy it…all of you.”
“I gotchu princess. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Erik suddenly had a mischievous look in his eyes. You jumped up because you knew him all too well, but not fast enough. He started tickling you and laughing like a lunatic.
“Erik, stop! Your behind goes from 0 to a thousand in seconds!”
He pauses for a minute, getting close to your ear.
“Let’s make another baby.”
You laugh even louder now at this ridiculous notion and try to escape his arms.
“Uh huh! This birth control stays IN Mr. Stevens! Too soon…WAY too soon. I don’t love you that much.”
He chased you inside and into the bedroom. Hovering over you on this perfect king-sized bed, ready to pounce. There was no way you’d be willing to have another baby this soon, but there was absolutely no harm in practicing the latest techniques with this gorgeous man you cherished while Bakari finally slept peacefully in the other room.
A Better Man
Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Implied smut, cursing
Word Count: 3241
“Sssshhh...Erik you have to stop yelling.” You pleaded with your husband as you struggled to get his oversized drunken frame through the front door.
Slurring every word, “Y/N, I DON’T CARE! These colonizers know who’s buildin’ this is!”
You shook your head and couldn’t help but smirk as Erik kicked his boots off and planted himself on the floor in the hallway like a toddler. It was LATE and you were exhausted, but you gave him a pass on this f**k boi behavior because his 35th birthday was in a few days and even though he’d never admit it, that number was messing with his head. So when the owner of the lounge called you personally to come pick him up at 1:45AM, you threw on a sweater, grabbed your keys and ran out the door.
Erik looked up from his stooper just in time to catch you undoing your bra in annoyance. “YES!!! My girls need to be free!”
“Wow…..goodnight Mr. Stevens.” Shaking your head as you walked away, he seemed to find his sea legs long enough to scurry after you, wrapping his arms around your middle and slowly creeping his hands up to ‘the girls’.
“Come on ma, let me hit. You know I sleep better after.”
His touch in this moment was making you weak, but as you turned your head to permit him a kiss, you were hit with a heavy dose of reality. Erik hadn’t drunk this heavily in a while, and the evidence of it was seeping through his pores and breath in the worst way. You turned to face him, now keeping him at arm's length.
“UGH...nigga let you hit?! I love you, but the last time we tried to have sex when you were this drunk, you fell asleep in me, during said process. Uh huh...nope, not tonight. The girls will be all yours tomorrow.”
The next morning you awoke to find Erik still fully clothed, knocked and snoring on the chaise lounge in your walk-in closet. He still smelled, but you were grateful for the fact that he wasn’t too drunk to remember how you felt about outside clothes on the bed. You kissed him on his forehead, got dressed and started making calls. You were throwing him a birthday party that night at the house. You had to confirm food drop offs with the caterers, pick up some balloons and grab one final gift to surprise him with the next day. His training made him really hard to surprise, but you knew he wouldn’t be expecting this.
You heard the shower turn off as you walked back into the house from your excursion. “Erik!” You hollered putting bags and what seemed like 100 balloons in a corner, making your way upstairs to the bedroom. “Kia and Shuri will be here in a few hours to help me set up. I’m gonna need you out of here soo…”
Your words trailed off as your ebony Adonis emerged from the bathroom, towel low on his hips, scars glistening on his chest. He knew his power over you and now you were the one intoxicated. He raised an eyebrow as he slinked over to you ever so slowly, you, still frozen, allowing him access to begin undressing you without much of a fight.
“You were sayin’ somethin’?”
“Baby...I have so much to get done for the party.”
“I remember you saying that these right here were all...mine...today.” He started to pepper kisses across your chest and conveniently dropped his towel to the floor. Every task on your list quickly faded into the background. He was the soon to be birthday boy afterall. Who were you to deny him this gift?
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The house was filled with laughter and music. You sat on Erik’s lap with his arm wrapped snug around your waist as he and some of his boys laughed about stories from their days at MIT. You knew the majority of the people there, Erik always kept a tight circle. But there was one guy, Malik, from his days in foster care that he recently reconnected with that hadn’t made your acquaintance. He was mostly quiet throughout the night, sometimes too quiet, but you chalked that up to how he was raised. Knowing what your husband went through, bouncing from house to house, no one really caring if he lived or died, you always had a soft spot for the people he bonded with during those years, and Malik was one of them.
T’Challa walked over to the rowdy bunch in his usual stoic way, hiding something behind his back. Nakia stood next to him, beaming from ear to ear.
“Pardon me Y/N, gentlemen, but N’Jadaka, I have something that might interest you.” He revealed a black velvet cigar box with the word “Daka” embroidered on the top in gold. It was rare to shock this man, it was even more rare for T’Challa to pull a reaction from Erik that wasn’t sarcastic or flippant.
“Yooooo, T! You wild out man!”
Turning to you as Erik stood up, “Is that a good thing?”
Before you could reply, Shuri belted out a laugh from across the room and said, “Oh brotha! That’s a VERY good thing!”
Erik hugged T’Challa, which was enough to bring a tear to your eye, as the men clamoured for access to a cigar as they walked out on the balcony to light one and commemorate the occasion.
You and Nakia locked arms and laughed at the group as they ran outside as if hiding a porno tape from their mothers.
Turning to her, “Should I ask where you got those?”
“Let’s just say, they once belonged to a very bad man with many items that needed to be confiscated for...archiving. And now they have been gifted to a better man to celebrate his life and the passage of time.”
“Riiight. Well thank you, for everything. I really appreciate you guys. He’s been so down lately. I couldn’t have done this without your help. I’m gonna go get the cake ready while they’re out there.”
Walking towards the kitchen, you noticed Shuri trying to hide behind a few other guests that were deep in conversation in the dining room. Pausing, you didn’t even have to walk her way to know what she was up to.
“Shuri! Put that drink down right now!”
“Awww, Y/N come on! I thought we were cool. I just want a taste of this good American stuff.”
“Girl, your mother will kill me! Put it down and go find the candles for the cake.”
She stomped over to you and you grabbed her in a tight hug.
“You’re no fun, Y/N.”
“I love you too.”
You walked into the kitchen dancing and singing to yourself. “Tell Me” by Groove Theory was now playing through the speakers Erik insisted you guys have installed when you first brought the place. A few of the guests trickled out of the room as Erik’s friend Malik followed you in.
“Tell me if you want me to, give you all my time. I wanna make it GOOD FOR YOUUU!!!!”
You grabbed some plates and napkins from the cabinet and turned mid groove to find Malik standing a little too close. He was taller than your husband but his facial features were no comparison. Let’s be real, not many faces could compare.
“Oh my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you...I was just lookin’ for a garbage. Y’all recycle?”
“Yep, uuh, right there by the door.”
“Cool cool.” Walking over to discard his beer bottle, he turned back around and extended a hand to you. “Malik.”
Switching the plates to your left hand, you extended yours to shake his. “I know. Erik told me about you. He said you guys were like brothers growing up.”
“Yeah, that’s my dawg.” Licking his lips and taking you in a little too intensely, he continued his thought. “We always liked to share things when we were comin’ up.”
You snatched your hand back as Shuri walked in with the candles in hand, dancing to herself.
“Y/N, you have to make me a playlist of these songs for the lab!”
“I will, I promise.”
You walked towards her, grateful to your God and Bast that Shuri’s timing was so impeccable. As you handed her the other items and took the cake from the counter, Malik touched your butt and quickly left the kitchen.
Did he just grab my ASS?!
No, no, he didn’t, he couldn’t!
That nigga just grabbed by ASS!!
You stormed out of the kitchen ready to raise hell, but as soon as you did, a smiling Erik black man jogged towards you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.
“You good babe?”
Hands on his chest, gazing in to his bright eyes full of happiness and peace for the first time in a while, there was no way you could ruin this night.
“Yeah, yeah sweetie I’m ok. I was just looking for the candles that’s all. You ready for your cake?”
Nestling his face in your neck as he replied, leaving a wet kiss. “As long as I can have the rest of my dessert later.”
You giggled as his facial hair grazed your skin and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. You hoped that Malik was somewhere watching, being reminded of who the hell your man was and the imminent danger his life was in if he EVER decided to touch you again.
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“Aight aight, enough of this terrible singing...blow out the candles man!” One of Erik’s college friends yelled, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. Erik obliged and everyone cheered. He found his way right back to you, engulfing you in his embrace from behind.
“I wanna thank y’all for coming tonight, for real. To have everyone I care about in the same room celebrating me, it’s just, yeah…...I especially wanna thank my princess, my QUEEN who pulled this off without breaking a sweat. I love you, Y/N.”
Turning to face your man, you couldn’t stop cheesing, caressing his dimpled cheeks as he pecked your lips repeatedly.
“Damn, I guess this is what happens when a nigga gets old. Got me all emotional and shit! Shuri, turn that music back up!”
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The house had finally cleared of most guests, finally allowing you to put your fuzzy slippers on. You were saying your final goodbyes to T’Challa, Nakia, Shuri.
“Are you sure you don’t need Shuri to help you stay and clean up?” T joked as they walked towards the door.
“Haha! No it’s ok, really. There’s not much more to do. Thank you again. You really made his night.”
“It was our pleasure, Y/N.”
“Make sure you stop by before you head back to Wakanda.”
You closed the door and the newfound silence of your apartment caused you to immediately flash back to that moment in the kitchen with Malik. You had to make sure it got dealt with, but not tonight.
You walked out on the balcony to take in the night air. The life of a hostess was not easy and fatigue was hitting you like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere, a massive hand smacked you on the butt, scaring the crap out of you. You turned to see it was Erik and not the filth who had violated your space earlier.
“Why you so jumpy girl?”
Attempting to gather yourself quickly and avoid his gaze, you brushed past him and went back into the living room. But as always, he was hot on your heels.
“I’m not E, damn! You just...I thought you were upstairs.”
“You only call me E when you’re annoyed at something or pissed at me, so what’s up?”
“Nothing ERIK, nothing. You’re just always on your sleath shit moving around this house and I wasn’t ready. I’m just tired, baby, that’s all.” Walking towards the steps, you prayed that was enough to hold him off for a bit.
“I’m gonna go change clothes. I left the cake on the counter if you want another slice. Cuz I know you want another slice.”
Whew! Home free, at least for now. You knew your nightly routine would at least give you some time away from him to think. Of course you’d tell him, eventually, but you knew Erik’s past too well to pretend that you weren’t fearful of what he’d do. You’d never be able to erase the sound of the guy's jaw breaking because he put his hands on you at the club when you first started dating. Or the time he threatened your old boss's life and family for overworking his ‘princess’ when you started having panic attacks because of your job. You weren’t at all scared of him, but you were scared of how this news would set him back.
You emerged from the bathroom, fresh faced and wearing Erik’s shirt, to find him perched on the corner of your enormous bed, cake in hand and staring at you. You playfully walked towards him planting yourself in between his legs.
“Can I have a piece?”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’ll just go get my own.”
“I ate it all before I came upstairs.”
“You better be lying.”
He wasn’t budging and you could tell his patience was starting to wane.
“Fine! Since you refuse to drop this.” You hesitated, backing away from him, bracing yourself for impact, but quickly decided to go another route. You walked to the closet and grabbed a small gift wrapped box from where you kept your extra tampons. He joked with you once that he’d be willing to buy them for you, but after that, you were on your own.
“I made us reservations for tomorrow night. I was going to give this to you then, but you’re so impatient.”
You handed over the box with a huge smile on your face, the giddiness now starting to set in.
Erik looked down at the box and back towards you, rubbing your thigh slowly.
“Well, open, open!”
He chuckled, finding your sudden excitement amusing. “Oh I’m the impatient one?”
He finally opened the box and pulled out a black dog tag necklace with the word ‘Baba’ inscribed on one side and a fingerprint on the other. Erik stared at the necklace in awe. When he finally looked up, he had tears in his eyes, which always made you full on cry.
“Happy Birthday! I’m pregnant. This is your father's fingerprint. I had Nakia do some digging to…”
Before you could get another word out, Erik’s lips were attached to yours. He lifted you off your feet bridal style and placed you on the bed as if moving too fast would break you. Erik made love to you as if it were the first time. Covering every inch of your body with attention to make sure you knew how appreciative he was of the best gift he could have ever asked for.
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You laid on your husband's chest, tracing his scars while his fingers made lazy circles along your stomach.
“How long have you known?”
“A few weeks.”
“Damn, I must’ve really been out of it.”
You smiled because him admitting it meant he was finally back.
“E…” You sat up, gathering the sheet around yourself to face him.
“What’s up?”
“Is it hot in here? Wow, i’m sweating.” You jumped up suddenly wrapped in the sheet to go open the window. Now pacing…Erik sat up fully and gave you a minute to process whatever the hell you refused to spit out from earlier.
“Y/N, talk to me.”
“Ok, Erik, listen. Before I tell you anything, I want you to remember that you’re about to be a father. And before I needed you but now it’s your family that needs you. You hear the difference there? We’re a family. And I have a doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon so now that you know I want you to come so you can meet the doctor and get used to…”
In his usual sleath-like manor, Erik had hoped out of bed to stop you from pacing. Once you finally turned around, you were face to chest with him. He lightly grabbed your chin and raised an inquisitive brow. You took a deep breath and finally blurted it out! By the time you finished recounting the story, Erik’s jaw was locked and his body frozen. At this point, you were sitting on the edge of the bed because, exhaustion.
“....I didn’t say anything earlier because you were so happy. Baby I hadn’t heard your laugh in such a long time. I also know how close the two of you used to be. I’m so sorry.”
Hearing that brought your husband back out of his daze. He knelt in front of you making sure your eyes were locked with his.
“Y/N, listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me? You’re my whole world..” Touching your stomach, “Tonight you’ve managed to make that world even better. That nigga violated my trust and made you feel less than in your own body, in our house...f**k no.”
Erik was eerily calm. The man you knew would’ve been dressed at the part of the story with the handshake and in front of Malik’s house with you on speaker by the time you said, “...touched by ass.”
Instead, with a kiss to your forehead, he made the choice to lay back down. “It’s all good baby, let’s get some sleep.”
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The next day you awoke to an empty bed. You got dressed quickly and headed downstairs to find Erik in the kitchen making breakfast.
“Good morning beautiful.”
This was always one of your favorite sights. You stood behind him, wrapping him in a hug while he plated the cheese eggs and breathed him in.
“It’s your birthday Erik. I should be cooking for you.”
“Please...besides your doctor called and had to push your appointment up by an hour so eat up quick! I don’t wanna be late.”
You watched him run upstairs, still wondering who the hell this new guy was and what he did with Erik “the colonizers can kiss mine” Stevens.
He came back down, keys in hand, dog tag on next to his father's ring, sneakers and glasses on. Damn you loved when he wore those glasses. That’s probably how you got pregnant in the first place.
“You ready?”
“Yeah…” You put your plate in the dishwasher and grabbed your bag, walking towards the hallway with him.
“Baby? About our conversation last night. You’re not gonna do anything crazy are you?”
“Oh, you mean Malk?”
“Yes, Erik, that’s what I'm talking about”
“It’s already handled.”
“Erik...what did you do?! Didn’t we discuss this? FAMILY. BABY. Us NEEDING you to not get locked up or worse.”
“Relax, Y/N. I didn’t do anything personally.”
You breathed a small sigh of relief, but he wasn’t quite done. “...let’s just say no one will see him anywhere, EVER...AGAIN.”
“E! You can’t just go offing people at every whim, even if you do hire someone else to take care of it for you. That’s not what I meant.”
“Baby steps, ma. Baby steps.”