Like Your Father (twst x reader oneshot)

Welcome Home (Deuce)

Warning: spoilers from the "Wish and Dance: Wish Upon A Star" event.

Last year I made the mistake to posting this fic in Italian on January 21st, but this year I decided to not make the same mistake. So here you are, the second work of the "Like your Father" series.

There's only darkness around me. The only light comes from the headlights of the car I'm driving. The radio is off, I want to enjoy some silence after a day of continuous voices and deafening noises, coming mostly from my colleagues and sirens. The only sound I can hear now is the car engine one, that I find relaxing, in its own way. I'm almost home, only a few kilometers.

I feel my eyelids heavy, my body tired, my neck sore. I pass my hand on it, rubbing it with energy, but the pain doesn't go away. I can't wait to be able to rest a little, after finishing a particularly busy shift. But nevertheless I don't regret at all having chosen this path for me. I managed to realize my dream, I became a policeman, one of the best in the city beyond measure, to the detriment of those who made fun of me for this at the time of Night Raven College, telling me that I would've never become one. I am very happy and proud to having achieved my goal. The day I was enabledor my mother cried with joy, saying she was proud of me. I couldn't resist and joined her tears, hugging her. The mere memory of the moment still makes me smile, despite being too tired to pull the sides of my lips excessively. Upon entering service I was very enthusiastic, I carried out my work diligently. Time has passed since then, but my seriousness on the field has never waned: it is as if I were on a perennial first day with, in addition, the experience of the years. I will never stop being proud of what I do. Even in the most exhausting days, like today, I do not regret any of my choices, perhaps also thanks to her, who always supports and consoles me. I know I can't always hope to find her at home or still awake, very often the shifts are uncomfortable, I stay out at night, I come back in the morning and she also has her job, but today I know that she's there and that she's waiting for me and this lightens my tired heart a little. Since I saw her in the white dress, while she walked down the aisle towards me, a few years have passed, but that smile, her beautiful smile, is enough for me to know that everything is fine and to overcome even the darkest moments.

It's not too late and, knowing her, she is probably still awake waiting for me, although I always tell her that it's not necessary for her to do so, not in her condition, as it can worsen the swelling feet or the symptom of nausea.

I inadvertently press the accelerator pedal a little more, wanting to get there earlier and make sure she's okay and didn't overdo something. She hasn't been working for a few weeks and she won't do it for a few more months, but this doesn't mean that she has decided to run less. I know it's a habit and that some essentials are still missing, but it makes me worry. I don't want them to be sick: neither she nor our baby. At this point it's almost time, it's estimated about a month. She's enthusiastic about it, so am I, but in the meantime I want her to relax more. She's constantly thinking about a name to give at the baby and every time I come back she waits for me to tell me all the ones she has found and that she likes. Last time she proposed the name Twain and I must admit that it's the one that so far I have liked the most. Twain Spade, sounds good.

I smiled again, this time more broadly, fighting fatigue. My son, I still don't believe it, a son with my (Y/n), it seems like a dream, both when she told me and every single time I think about it.

From a distance I noticed the backyard and my thoughts vanished instantly, giving way to the sense of relief of having arrived and the desire to get off quickly. When I parked my car, I hurried to close it and enter the house.

«I'm home», I announced my arrival, taking off my uniform hat and placing it on the coat rack hidden near the door. Immediately I was overwhelmed by a good smell in the air of eggs and stewed vegetables: she prepared my favorite dish.

A few moments later I saw her coming out from behind the jamb overlooking the entrance, smiling at me.

«Welcome home!», she came to meet me and leaned forward, waiting for her usual kiss and protecting her huge baby bump with one arm, to prevent it from accidentally bump into me, which I would never do.

I peck her lips with a quick kiss before placing one hand on her stomach and gently stroking it. «How are you?»

«Pretty good. Today the little one made himself heard and gave me little time to do my chores. I couldn't even go and buy any pacifiers. Do you realize that we don't have any pacifiers yet?». Although from the words she may seem exasperated, it's enough to hear her cheerful tone and see her smile to understand that in reality she didn't mind at all the liveliness of the child. I grab her cheeks and leave her other little kisses, transmitting my enthusiasm for the news, without adding anything verbally. «And how did the day go for you? I see you destroyed, was it very tiring?»;

«Today, yes. We had a lot to do.»

I saw her smile shrink, trying to stay on top so I wouldn't weigh her concern for me. «Be careful, okay?» They may seem like useless words, being already very careful to work, but it's her way to make me understand how much she cares about me and that if something had happened to me, she would never forgive herself. On the other hand, it's enough for me to know that I would give her a lot of pain to make me avoid any kind of madness or negligence. I don't want to see her sad, least of all because of me.

I nod to answer her and (Y/n) smiles widely. «Then come, dinner is ready. And then we get on the couch, cuddling each other, that I have to tell you the names I found today.»

I let myself be dragged up to the table, unable to stop smiling in turn. The tiredness of the day already seems a distant memory.