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could you please do a john nolan x fem reader where her and john are irrigation a suspect but reader is a few months pregnant and has those mood swings (her and john are dating)

Mood Swings

John Nolan x reader

Warnings/Tags: pregnancy, mood swings, language, fluff

Word count: 624

Authors note: Hey love, thanks for the request! I had so much fun writing this, it definitely was something different! I know it's a little short, but I hope you'll like it still!

Enjoy!

It was a miracle how you even fit into your uniform. Really, you should have been awarded for it.

Seven months pregnant, you were still on duty, even though almost everyone had an opinion about that.

Especially John and Grey.

You had mood swings (even Bradford was a little scared of you), cravings and a mouth that just wouldn't shut up (even though it definitely should have in some situations).

The others tried to keep you out of dangerous situations, but you did what you were able to do given the circumstances.

So, when John and you were on patrol, stopping a car who's plates were stolen, John tried to stop you from getting out of the car.

"Why?" you wanted to know, brows knitted together as you already felt your mood shift. "I'm pregnant, not sick!"

Rolling his eyes he sighed, knowing he was wasting time. Still he tried, needing to know that you were safe.

"It could be dangerous." he tried to reason, instantly shrinking in his seat at the look you gave him.

"Okay, okay!" he caved in, holding up his hands in surrender, before he climbed out of the car.

Huffing, you followed him, stroking your belly lovingly.

He would have been a fool, if he didn't let you do your work - one of the things you loved most in your life.

Making your way towards the car you looked through the window, spotting a man in his twenties.

"Get out of the car, hands were we can see them!" you shouted, and the man nodded, before he slowly opened the door, getting out.

He held his hands up in front of him, eying you up and down, as his brows furrowed.

"She looks like she's going to give birth any minute!" he exclaimed, pointing at you, eyes fixed on John. "You're letting her work like that?"

Your eyes widened, looking at him in shock.

"Are you saying that I'm fat?" you asked in disbelieve, before John could have said anything, considering if you'd get away with hitting that man.

"What? No!" he gave back, taken aback. "No, your looking great! I was just looking out for you! Instead of your partner here!"

"Oh, if you'd only know! He thinks no one hears him when he's singing those songs for children - which are horrible to be honest - but I do, because he forgets to sing them to himself instead to everyone!"

"But-" John stuttered, looking at you in shock and disappointment. "I thought-" He cut himself off, a small smile playing at his lips as he realized that it was one of your mood swings - one of those moments were you just said everything that came to your mind.

No matter the outcome.

"Yeah, my mom used to sing them to me when I was a little kid." the man spoke, looking down sadly. "She left when I was ten years old."

Before either could have reacted you started to cry.

"How could she do that?" you wanted to know, contemplating if you should hug that poor man. "How can she leave her own child?"

John mumbled something, apologizing to the young man as he rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. "Are you gonna leave our baby, too?" you asked, even though the answer was already clear.

"What?" John exclaimed, eyes wide. "No! Never would I leave you or our child!"

Relieved, you sighed. "Okay."

You sniffed, wiping your nose. "Maybe I should go home, it was a long day." John's brows furrowed, as he looked at his watch. "But it's only eleven in the morning!" he said, mouth agape, as you walked to the car.

"Yeah, like I said: It was a long day."

please write more john nolan x pregnant reader content. 🙏🙏

Rocking Chair

John Nolan x pregnant!reader

Warnings/Tags: just pure fluff Word count: 552 Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! Here you go!

Enjoy!

"John!"

It had been almost an hour, since he last saw you. If he hadn't been doing paperwork, he would have joined you earlier in the just recently finished kids bedroom.

You wanted to arrange a few more things, before the baby would arrive, being already in the eighth month.

Pushing himself out of the chair, he followed your voice.

He was glad for a little distraction, numbers never having been his strong suit.

Walking into the room, he stopped at the threshold. He had to double check, before he grabbed the wooden frame, snorting.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" he made, chuckling at the sight of you, as you clumsily tried to get out of the rocking chair you were sitting in, but your enormous belly was in the way.

His attempt of helping failed even before he had started.

Grumbling, you tried again, only being forced back into the chair yet again. John wanted to help you, when he fell into a fit of chuckles again, walking further into the room, before his legs slowly gave out under him.

His chuckles turned into a full on laugh, as your feet dangled helplessly in the air.

Okay, maybe it was funny. At least a little bit.

But you had to get out of that damn thing, or your bladder would explode soon.

"John!" you grumbled, sensing the frustration kicking in. "Help me! Your baby is stomping on my bladder and - for God's sake - I can't get out of this damn chair! Who even invented this? Who had the idea to buy this?"

John still laughed through your raging, wiping the tears from his eyes, as he sat on his knees in front of you.

Inhaling deeply, he tried to calm himself, heart racing and body trembling from all the laughter.

"You-" he breathed out, body shook by another, short laughter. "You had the idea! You wanted to buy this!"

He laughed again, lying down on his back, arms spread on the floor.

You had to smile at the sight, your aching bladder forgotten for a moment. He seemed so much younger in this moment, so carefree.

He heaved a sigh, slowly sitting back up, only to snort again, pressing his hand to his mouth to suppress it, though.

"Baby, I love you, but - wow!" he spoke, chuckling again, before he stood back up. Holding out his hands for you to take, you grabbed them, before he tried lifting you out of the chair.

It rocked forwards, making you squeal, even though it wouldn't tip over. He bit his lip, air escaping through it in a failed attempt to keep himself from laughing again.

You glared up at him, and he shut up.

Grabbing your arms in a secure grip, he tried again. This time you were able to get out of the chair, knocking into John.

He huffed in shock, arms catching you.

"I've got you baby." he assured you, but you just pushed him out of the way. "I need to pee!"

Walking to the bathroom as fast as you were able to, John looked after you, biting his lip.

You looked like a penguin to him.

Sighing, he tried to calm himself.

This was by far the funniest thing he had witnessed in the past few months.

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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.