Lovin' This ( Imagines || )

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prompt(s) : "Hello I was wondering if you could write an Evan Buckley x reader. Where the reader wants a baby but Buck does not so the reader goes and gets the rest of the 118 gets involved asking their opinions on the situation."

pairing :  Evan Buckley x Reader

TW : 1 mention of alcohol

requested? : Yes

word count : 1,137

requests : OPEN

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"Babe, can we have this conversation tonight when we get home?" Evan spoke, his toothbrush in his mouth. You were both getting ready for a barbecue with the 118 at Bobby and Athena's house. 

That was always his answer, whenever you brought it up. 'When we get home' or  'I promise we will talk about this.'

"Buck..." You sighed softly, leaning against the bathroom door frame. "You always say that we'll talk about it later. We never do." It was easy to tell how upset you were, just by the look on your face.

Buck finished with his brushing routine and rinsed his mouth out before walking over to you. One hand found it's way to your waist while the other found it's way to the side of your cheek. Turning your head softly to avoid his gaze, you placed a soft kiss against the palm of his hand.

"I promise, we will. I jus- I'm not ready for a baby. I'm still young, Y/N. We're still young. We have so much life to live, so much to do. There's a whole list of things I want to do. With you." Buck spoke softly. 

You pulled yourself from his hands and grabbed your sweater off the bed.

"I'll see you in the Jeep." Your voice barely above a whisper as you grabbed the bowl of fruit salad you prepared and headed down to the Jeep before hopping in.

The ride to Bobby and Athena's was quiet, and uncomfortable. Your hands fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater as Buck kept both his hands on the steering wheel. Upon arrival, you got the bowl of fruit salad you made and headed straight for the door, not bothering to wait for Buck.  

"Hey! Come on in!" Athena smiled at you as she opened the door. "Where's the other half?" She quizzed, arching her eyebrow. 

"He's in the Jeep, he's on his way in." You smiled weakly, heading out back, setting the fruit bowl down and greeting everybody.

You sat on the outdoor patio lounge seat as you, Maddie, Hen and Karen talked. Watching them talk about their kids made your heart crack a little. 

"What about you and Buck? When are you guys going to pop out some cute kids?" Chimney questioned, suddenly appearing behind Maddie. The smile you were wearing softly dropped.

"Um, we haven't really talked about it much. Buck keeps postponing the conversation about kids." You spoke softly, taking a sip from your glass of lemonade. Maddie frowned softly, reaching over and placing a hand on your knee.

"If you ever want to baby sit or just need some baby cuddles, you know where to find me." She nodded softly as she gave you a reassuring smile. 

"I know. I just feel like we've been together three years, married for one. I'm ready for kids, I'm ready to start growing our family. I'm ready to see Buck with a baby in his arms. Our kid being so excited that he's home from shift. I'm ready for my world to revolve around Buck and tiny Buckley's." You smiled softly.

"Alright guys! Food is ready! Everybody eat up!" Bobby echoed out, capturing everybody's attention. 

You followed everybody and met in the kitchen where all the food was gathered. Buck took his place behind you, his hands on your waist, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"I promise, we will talk when we get home." He whispered in your ear. You simply nodded before moving forward and making your plate. 

You joined the rest of the 118 outside as you took a seat across from Hen, Buck sitting next to you.

Conversation flowed around the table like a breeze. Everybody was laughing and chatting. 

"So, Buck. When are you gonna make some babies? Add to the Buckley clan?" Chimney spoke up. Buck coughed, choking on his beer.  

"Well, I'm not sure. One day, hopefully." He nodded, taking a bite of food. You looked down as you ate, finishing quickly. 

Soon you headed out, leaving as everybody else did. Making it home and walking in behind Evan, locking the door behind you. 

"Evan." You spoke softly, looking behind you at your husband. His expression was unreadable. 

"What Y/N?" Evan spoke, his expression never changing. 

You walked into the kitchen, Buck following you. Neither of you were quiet sure why the kitchen was where you had all your big talks, but it was.

You sat yourself on the kitchen island, your legs crossing at the ankles as they hung. 

Buck leaned backwards against the counter across from you, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Talk to me, love. Why?" You spoke softly, looking at Buck. 

A sigh left his mouth as he rubbed his stubble with one hand, the kitchen light casting a gleam from his wedding band.

"I don't want to leave them." He said. Confusion fell upon your features, wrinkles appearing between your eyebrows. 

"What do you mean, leave them? A-Are you gonna leave me?" You frowned, tears welling up in your eyes. Buck quickly walked the few feet to you, his hands landing on your thighs, softly rubbing his hands on them. 

"What if I die doing my job when your pregnant? Or after we have kids? Leaving my kids on this Earth without both their parents? I can't handle the thought." He spoke softly, raising his thumb to wipe an escaped tear that slowly rolled down your face.

"I want kids with you, I really do. Trust me, I love you so much. It's just a huge fear of mine. On top of all of that, what if I'm not gonna be a good dad. What if I turn out like my father?" Buck spoke the last sentence softly, nudging his nose softly against yours.

"Are you kidding me? Evan Buckley, you are nothing like your father. You are going to be the best dad, in the whole world. I've seen you with Christopher for the last five years, you're the best with him. You're so kind and caring, you put everybody before yourself." You spoke, your hands placed on his biceps. A small smile appeared on his face.

"I'm ready when you are, whenever that may be." You spoke, pecking his lips softly.

"Well you know what they say." Buck smirked. 

"What do they say, Buckley?" You giggled softly. 

"The practicing is just the start of all the fun." He chuckled, kissing you softly. 

You laughed softly into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around your neck. 

A squeal left your lips as you were lifted from the counter top and carried upstairs.

"Let's start trying. Right now." Buck spoke, breaking the kiss to place small kisses along your jaw as he laid you on the bed. 

You bit your lip softly as you nodded. This was going to be an exciting adventure.