Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

I want to be a big brother - Part Two

Request – A Part Two - What if Tate went to Kayce and asked to be an older brother? And Kayce is more than happy to make that happen. Reader has been married to Kayce for a year, and she wants to start to try for kids but hasn't told Kayce yet so one night while they are in bed, they both bring it up. Just an idea!

Your eyes opened when you heard the hospital room door open gently. Kayce peaked around the door and smiled when he saw you were awake. The door opened more to reveal a very excited Tate. You giggled softy, pushing yourself up more in the bed.

Next to you was a small rolling bed. A tiny little bundle with a blue blanket was peacefully sleeping. Kayce and Tate walked over, Kayce making sure he kept a hand on Tate's shoulder as the little boy peered down at the bundle.

"That's him?" Tate glanced up at his father.

"That's him buddy," Kayce leaned over Tate. "That's your little brother."

"He's so tiny," Tate looked back down.

"You were that tiny once too," You smiled.

Tate flashed you a grin.

"Can I touch him?" He asked.

"Of course," You reached over and gently placed your hand on your newborn baby boy's stomach. "Babies are tougher than you think."

"But be careful," Kayce reminded, and you rolled your eyes.

Tate gently brushed his finger against the baby's cheek. The little bundle cooed and wiggled slightly before settling back in. His lips smacked, making Tate lean in closer.

"Hey there little guy," Tate whisper and you felt your heart constrict. "I'm your big brother. You're too small now, but here soon I'll be the one to teach you how to fish and hunt, and how to ride and we can break colts together and go camping together, and..."

Your eyes found Kayce's as Tate continued to list off things. Kayce was ahead of you, a tear already rolling down his cheek. You reached out and brushed it away.

"What's his name?" Tate looked at you.

"His name is Matthew," You smiled. "Matthew John Dutton."

"And then I'll show you the bunkhouse, Matty," Tate continued with his activities list.

A few hours later, John came to pick Tate up and meet his new grandson. More tears were shared when you watched John hold Matthew in his arms for a while.

Now you were leaned against Kayce in the bed, Kayce's arm wrapped around your shoulders. Matthew was resting on a pillow close to your chest, breast feeding. Your eyes were glued to his cheek, your finger gently brushing against the soft skin.

You felt Kayce kiss your head as his hand rubbed up and down our arm.

"I have to admit something to you," Kayce murmured softly.

"What's that?" You asked.

"Tate asked when the next one will be here," Kayce was already chuckling before he finished.

"Next sibling?" You looked up at Kayce with wide eyes. "Tell that boy to calm down."

"I wouldn't mind it," Kayce joked.

"You didn't go through eleven hours of labor," You reminded him.

You then looked back down at Matthew.

"But he was so worth it," You whispered.

"M'so proud of you," Kayce leaned his head against yours, looking down at his son.