Stardew Valley Townies x Reader

Fathers | Sam x ftm! Farmer

CONTENT WARNING: coming out as trans, dysphoria, mild(?) angst, implied depression, discussion of pregnancy, unsupportive Christian family. Let me know if there's anything else!

Key: 

(y/n) = your name

(n/n) nickname

(f/c) = favorite color

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I yawn, stretching after dropping my muddy overalls around my ankles.

I'm exhausted- spring is always really busy on the farm, but the work I did today seemed like it was never going to end.

Trying to be quiet so I don't wake Sam, I run some water in the sink and take a bird bath- I scrub my hands, face, neck, arms, and underarms with a wet rag since I don't have the time or energy to shower- it's already past midnight.

I run my hands through my hair to check for twigs and dirt and then- satisfied with my cleanliness- crawl into bed next to Sam.

Since it's early spring, it's not too hot to cuddle yet. I start to worm my way over to the warmth of my partner.

I sigh happily when I reach him, draping my arm over his waist and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"(y/n)?"

I don't respond for a second, surprised- Sam almost always uses pet names for me when the two of us are alone, and never uses my full name when he's sleepy.

"Hiya Sammie. Did I wake you?" I yawn.

"No." Sam hesitates. "(y/n), I... I want a baby."

My stomach drops. There's no way he knows I'm trans, and Sam is a joker, so I wait for the punch line.

It doesn't come.

Sam moves his arm and takes my hand. "(n/n)? You still awake?"

I swallow hard. "Yeah, I-I'm awake, sorry. You... you said you want a baby?"

"Yeah. I've always wanted to be a dad," he admits, fidgeting with my fingers. "A-and I've been thinking, we've been married for almost a year now..."

I sit up and hug my stomach, trying to squash the butterflies.

Sam sits up too and, sensing my discomfort, hurriedly tries to ease my nerves.

"I don't mind waiting, though! If you're not ready that's fine! And I'm sure you'll be a great dad, so you don't have to worry about that. Vincent loves you almost as much as I do, and you're always able to make Jas smile and laugh-"

"So you figured out that I'm trans." I spit it out, hoping my stomach will settle when I do, but it doesn't.

Sam stops. "What?"

"You heard me." I don't want to be mad at him- I should have told him already, and it's only fair he wants a kid that's actually his. But I'm angry anyways- I didn't want him to know until I was ready.

I kick away the sheet and move to sit on the edge of the bed, resting my face in my hands. It's too hot in here all of the sudden. I feel dizzy.

"I am SO sorry, Sammie. It's just- I just thought you'd... I didn't tell you when we were dating because I just loved you so much- I STILL love you so much- and I was afraid you wouldn't want me if you knew I wasn't..."

Every negative reaction to my coming out replays over in my mind. I squeeze my eyes and fists shut tightly, but I can't squeeze the feelings back down a sob escapes.

"Oh, no. Baby, no."

Sam's voice makes it worse somehow- I burst into tears.

Sam leans over me and turns on the lamp, and then pulls me into his arms.

"I promise, even if I did realize you were trans, I wouldn't have thought of you any different. And I'd NEVER ask you to have my baby out of the blue like this- I was thinking about adopting!"

I sniffle, and burry my face in Sam's shoulder. " You feel in love with a guy who's doesn't exist. I'm sorry."

"No." Sam holds me at arms length and makes me look him in his eyes. "I love you for who you are, (y/n) (l/n), and that means I love you exactly as you are. And you are the most handsomest, manliest guy I've ever met. So what if you were born a girl- you're not anymore. You used to be a baby, and you're not that anymore either."

Sam kisses the top of my head. "I'm not mad you didn't tell me. I'm mad at myself because you were SCARED to tell me. I can't have been doing a good job as your boyfriend or you husband if you felt afraid to tell me something. It should be obvious to you that I'll never be angry, or stop loving you over something silly like the letter on your birth certificate. I promise I'll do better."

"It's not your fault." I sit up, but I still can't look Sam in the eyes.

My whole life, my family has placed lots of pressure on me and my sister to have kids, and pressured my brothers to get married quickly so that their wives could have kids, too. Coming from a family of big families, my being trans wasn't just bad because my family is conservative and Christian- by transitioning, I was denying my family my children, and thus disrespecting everyone who came before me. Plus, I was hardcore sinning, so ever since I was 12 years old I've been terrified of people finding out before I was ready to tell them.

I explain all of this to Sam in one rushed jumble, and even though I hardly know what I'm saying, I think he understands.

After giving me a minute to catch my breath, Sam gets up and rummages through the bottom drawer of our dresser.

He comes back with a mermaid pendant- a (f/c) one I've never seen before, not the one I gave him when I asked him to marry me.

"You beat me to it, asking the first time," he explains sheepishly, getting on one knee and offering me the pendant. "But, (y/n), will you marry me?"

I can't help but laugh- my adorable, dork of husband, clad in a band t-shirt covered in my tears and his boxers, is proposing to me at 1 in the morning even though we're already married.

"We're already married, silly," I sniffle, taking the necklace anyway.

"But now you know for sure I know what I'm getting into- I know your secret, and I still love you for you," he says, helping me put the necklace on.

"You're an idiot." I pull Sam into a hug, which he doesn't hesitate to return.

"I'm your idiot, though. Forever." He strokes my hair, and I lean into his touch. "We can talk about adopting some other time- I'm sleepy. What do you say, husband?"

I can't stop smiling. "Okay. But just so you know, you're going to make a great father."