Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 - 𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚗

"What about right here?" Cory asked as he stood on top of the step stool. He clutched the mobile gently in his hands, ready to attach it to the ceiling. I nodded happily, a satisfied feeling gathering in my belly, "Perfect!" Cory then smiled back down at me as he attached it, and stepped off. He then took a step back to examine the finished nursery. Well, semi-finished. Clothes and toys still needed to be bought, and I refused to buy anything else besides a rocky chair and a crib. Not until Chase had the time to take me to go a test them personally. He had a baby before, so he should know better than me. I rested a hand on my belly -the bump was barely there at this point but Cory insisted that it was noticeable and gave me a type of 'glow'.

"Thank you so much, Cory." I grinned as I leaned against him. Cory smiled down at me and then pointed to the walls, "Are you sure you want this shade of green? Cause I can go buy I different shade-"

"I'm keeping this nursery gender neutral until I know what the gender is. And besides, green is a very calming color, don't you think? I feel calm just being in here."

Cory laughed and wrapped an arm around me, squeezing my shoulder. This was my family now. He then clapped his hands together and opened the nursery door, "I'm going to make us some dinner now, okay? And remember that you have a prenatal appointment at the end of this week!"

"Alight, alright!" I shoved him out of the nursery, "I remember my appointment, Cory. I've got it." He held his hands up in defense before he disappeared down the hallway, back into the kitchen. I spun myself around back into the nursery, and sat in the light grey rocking chair, taking the teddy bear that sat in it and then placing it onto my lap. I smiled at it as I held one of it's stuffed hands. Only six more months to go, and there will be a baby in here. My mom-instincts told me that it was going to be a boy. Cory agreed since I was glowing beautifully, but that's what all men are supposed to say.

Cory and Chase have both been a great help, Cory more than Chase just because he's been home more than Chase. Chase has been busy taking care of the business, but he makes up for it when he brings me home a little sweet treat as an apology. But Cory has been the best partner this entire time. He's been cooking me my meals, rubbing my feet, helping me with the nursery. He was the boyfriend I needed right now. I use the term 'boyfriend' loosely. All of this "mom-stuff" has almost made me forget about Damien. Almost. I didn't find myself crying about him, or rolling around in bed because I missed him so much. Chase's words snapped me out of that. "You're a mom now." And I was. I didn't have the time to be crying about a boy that didn't want me anymore. I'm a mom. I'm a parent, and I promise to be a better parent than my mom was.

"Hey." Chase called from the doorway, as he leaned against it. I smiled to him and placed the bear back onto the floor. Chase then pointed to the ceiling, "I see that you go the mobile up. I hope you didn't do that yourself."

"No, I had Cory come in and do it." I laughed as Chase's face turned sour.

"I told you that I would do that when I got home." He rolled his eyes, "You impatient woman."

"Yeah, you said that a week ago, Chase."

He gave me a confused look, but then decided not to fight with me about it anymore. Chase let his eyes wander around the room for a moment, his hands stuffed into his pockets. It was still weird seeing him dressed in suits with his hair slicked back with gel. It's almost like he was trying to look like...

We both decided to head to the kitchen, as Cory would probably be yelling at us to come eat any minute now. I heard Chase chuckle as he swung open the door into the kitchen and Cory was just placing down our food-filled plates.

Cory laughed and gestured to us, "I was just about to call you guys to come eat."

"Well, she could feel it in her uterus that it was ready." Chase pointed at my belly, and then pulled a seat out for me. Both of them stood and watched as I took the first bite of my meal, waiting for a response. Cory looked terrified for the answer, Chase looked like he could care less.

I moaned in delight and melted in my seat. Cory sighed in relief and sat down to start eating his meal himself.

"Honestly, if it wasn't good, I'd just make you go to bed hungry." Chase shrugged before shoving a forkful into his mouth. Cory shot him a glare, but decided not say anything that could disturb the peace. We mostly ate in silence, besides Chase asking how my morning sickness was, and if I was handling pregnancy well. Cory always had the answers. And they were always correct. I tuned them out as I started to drift into my own little reality. A white picket fence, a golden retriever. There would be children's toys scattered throughout the front car, with chalk drawings on the driveway and sidewalk. My husband running around with our children, laughing and smiling with them. Damien laughing and smiling back to me, almost to say "We made this. We created this life". And all would be happy. Everything would be perfect. I felt a build up of tears in my eyes as I quickly stood from the table, almost spaced out. Chase harshly swallowed his bite of food and stared up at me carefully. They both looked as if they were trying not to scare off a baby dear. I let out a shaky breath as I clutched on my stomach, "I just need some fresh air." I quickly excused myself, and pushed out the back door that led into the garden. It wasn't much of a garden anymore. Damien usually tended to it, to make sure the roses and marigolds would continue to grow. They are all dead now since he's gone. Nothing left but weeds and soil. But it was the perfect spot for the moon to beam down, and you could just see the little town that was miles away. Damien's business was just seeable. It was like a constant reminder that he was gone. That and because I still worked in that very same building.

I sat down onto the cobblestone, it was cold to the touch and numbed my skin. It was all I needed to ground myself. I released a pained sigh and tucked the stray hairs from my face. I'm okay. I then gently rubbed my belly. We are okay. Chase was then at my side, wrapping a jacket around my cold shoulders, then sitting next to me. His hands were folded into his lap, and his eyes were on the stars. This is what Chase was good for. The emotional talks. The ones that felt so heavy and painful that no one else would understand the words that would come flowing from your mouth. That was Chase's specialty. Chase had been there. He had also been left behind by someone he loved. He's been where I am.

" I'm a mom." I scoffed as I gestured to myself, trying to distract us both from the tears that were pouring from my eyes, "I can't act like this, not anymore."

Chase sighed and paused for a minute. He allowed himself to think of what he was going to say, and it allowed me to calm myself so I could understand. He then grasped at my hand, intertwining our fingers as he pulled them into his lap, "You think that you're the only person that has been broken up with and pregnant at the same time?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, but you said that I can't act like that-"

"I said that so you would get out of bed." Chase interrupted sweetly, his blue eyes then meeting with mine, "Yes, you're a mom now. You're caring for yourself and someone else. But that doesn't mean that you can't feel things either. These things you're experiencing and what you're going through right now, it's a lot. I don't know much about pregnancy, but breakups? It feels like the world is crumbling under your feet, especially with what you and Damien had."

"And you're allowed to feel those feelings." He continued, "I want you to feel them. And learn from it. Because now, its you and that baby. You have to make good decisions for that baby. And I know you'll make mistakes along the way -trust me, I made plenty. But you'll be okay, because you're a good mom."

The words that came from his mouth caused my cheeks to turn pink, and a familiar feeling to swell inside my chest. Butterflies grew in my stomach as I held eye-contact with Chase. I watched as his eyes danced from mine, down to my lips, then back to my eyes. I watched as he mentally debated his next move before he slowly stood, helping me onto my feet. Both of his hands grasped mine, squeezing them so delicately, I thought I would melt. He opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped himself. He decided to use his actions instead. Chase then placed his lips onto mine, giving me a sorrowful yet loving kiss. It only lasted a second before he pulled away and looked back into my eyes.

"We should head to bed, Alright?"