Strawberry Lipstick - Y.B Imagines

Mother's Child

Summary: You're worried how your mental trauma is going to affect your future, and Dom comforts you

TW / attention: Talking about emotional abuse/neglect, mum issues, dad issues, general trauma, childhood neglect

This is going to be a rough one so please don't read if it's too triggering, take care of yourselves

You were grateful to be home.

You and Dom had been at your friends house, after the recent birth of her daughter. You were so happy for her, and her baby daughter, Eleanor, was absolutely adorable. 

Both of you were All. Over. Her. She was the cutest thing. And Dom was so clearly in his element. He loved babies, and he was being paternal, without being her dad. He wanted to hold her, and your friend let her.

And he was so sweet with Eleanor. He rocked her in his arms as she cooed in happiness, giggling and kicking, he even sung her a lullaby.

And, as sweet as the moment was, you felt so unbelievably guilty.

You knew how badly Dom wanted a child of his own. It didn't matter to him if it was a baby girl or boy, he was just desperate for his own child. He was in love with the idea of starting his own family with you, but it was your worst nightmare.

You'd never wanted kids without being so scared, and of course Dom wasn't forcing it, and he was comfortable with your decision, but you were genuinely scared of the idea of having children.

And that made the whole time spent at your friends house so uncomfortable for you. As you and Dom went upstairs, and you were halfway through taking off your makeup and getting ready for bed, Dom was gushing about Eleanor.

"She was so small and cute! Did you see her little face man, I swear to God!" He said, as he sat up in bed, waiting for you to finish getting ready for bed. You only nodded in agreement, as you changed into a hoodie and sweatpants.

Slowly getting in bed next to Dom, Dom immediately noticed that something was wrong. He knew when you were upset about things, and it was so obviously clear that something was deeply wrong.

"My love, are you okay?" Dom asked, as he faced you. "M'fine," You said, trying to brush him off, and opening Instagram for a simple distraction, but Dom reached over his hand to lower your phone onto your lap, making you look him in the eyes.

"I'm serious. I can tell something's wrong, what's up?" He asked. And that was what made the tears flow. A few tears first before starting to properly cry, seemingly unprovoked. "Hey, love, love, it's okay," Dom said, immediately comforting you.

He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, and letting you cry into his shoulder, as he rubbed your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear for a few minutes, before leaving the hug so you could talk properly.

"I just feel guilty," You said, in a small voice, hands sitting in your lap.

"Guilty? Love, what do you have to be guilty for?" He asked, and you just shrugged your shoulder.

"That I'm too fucking scared for kids, I know how badly you want kids," You said, and Dom's facial expression softened and harshened, somehow at once.

"Love! It's up to the two of us. If you don't want them, we won't have kids," Dom said, before you cut him off.

"I want kids Dom! I'm just too fucking scared!" You said in a raised voice, through your tears, and Dom seemed taken aback by it.

"Why?" He asked. You scoffed at it, feeling the mix of anger and sadness stir inside you.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO TURN OUT LIKE MY FUCKING PARENTS DOM!"

Dom was stunned for a few moments, facing you as you broke down into more tears, unsure of what to say to you.

"Y/N, why would you ever think you'd turn out like them?" He asked.

"Isn't it fucking obvious Dom!? My parents both grew up with parents who argued, and their own mental health issues, I'm fucking mentally ill, Dom! What if I'm like my mum?! What if I just go emotionally numb because of my own trauma and can't be there for my own child?! I'd kill myself if I ever became my mum, and I will!"

"You won't!" Dom said, but you ignored it.

"I WILL! I'm still my mum's fucking kid, and I can't change that, I'll always be that," You said, in a tone that Dom could only recognize as pure defeat.

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" He asked.

You nodded, resting your head on your knees.

"Do you think I'd be like my dad, if I became one?" 

Immediately, your mouth dropped open in surprise that Dom had even compared himself to his dad.

"Of course not! You're so much nicer Dom, you don't abuse me, you're nothing like your dad!" You immediately said, trying to comfort him.

"Then why will you somehow inevitably turn out like your mum?" He asked, plainly.

And, you didn't have an answer for it.

Tears just welled in your eyes, and Dom wiped them from your eye.

"Our parents aren't a reflection of us. You've realised that you went through trauma in the first place, and that's the first step to recovering. Yes, we're mentally ill. But, that means if we have a mentally ill child, we'll be more knowledgeable on how to help them,"

"We're our own little family now, they're them. And we're us," He said, kissing your forehead comfortingly.

"Look how you handled Eleanor today. You were so good with her, you're good with all the babies I've seen you with," Dom assured, kissing your forehead.

"You're not gonna be like either of them," He said, comforting you.

Completely silent now, you laid your head on Dom's chest, as he played with your hair, as he kissed your forehead over and over, again whispering sweet nothings to you.

Your eyes closed, not asleep yet, but tired. "And, everything feels a little bit more shit when you're tired, so let's get some sleep, alright?" Dom said, with a soft smile.

Nodding, you threw yourself into Dom's arms as he cuddled you underneath the sheets, holding you closely to him, as you both closed your eyes, listening to Dom's soft, gentle breath, as you slowly fell asleep, safely with Dom.

A/N. Hey... how you all doing?? 

Sorry about that, here's a cat wearing a hat picture to make it better 😭

Sorry I haven't been updating as much as I used to, I've just started school again so I'm getting used to my new schedule and stuff! 

Hopefully should have a Love In The Slopes update out before Friday this/next week!

Love ya, Lana 🐔🤍