R5 Imagines

Riker and Katie: Part Two

Riker's POV
I could tell Katie was trying to wake me up but I stubbornly continued to pretend I was sleep.
"You gotta wake, Mr. Handsome." My wife cooed.
Eww. Does she seriously think 'Mr. Handsome' is gonna do it for me. It's eight in the morning and I haven't had hot chocolate, coffee, or Pop Tarts. If I have not had one or more of those three things and I am still in bed, DO NOT under any circumstances, try to wake me up. It won't work and you will suffer the consequences. Let me just say, I will not be held accountable for your "sudden" and "mysterious" death and I will not be paying your funeral fees. Okay. Love you. Thanks. Bye.
The whack of a pillow startled me out of my thoughts. "Riker!"
I kept my eyes shut and tried to ignore it.
"Get up you Lazy Sleeptalking Poophead."
How did I go from Mr. Handsome to Lazy Sleeptalking Poophead? Wow. Women are so hard to understand. One second they're like, "OMG CAN I HAVE YOUR BABIES?!?!" and then they're like "GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU SATAN SPAWN!!!". I seriously don't get it. Regardless, I still love my beautiful, stunning, kindhearted, adorably dorky wife. She's the best.
She was now jumping on the bed trying to get me. I finally sat up, startling her and causing her to fly off the bed.
"Oh dear." I mumbled. "Are you okay, Wifey?"
"Yes and don't call me 'wifey'." She grumbled.
"Aww. Why not, Wifey?"
"Riker, I will cut off your butt and throw it in the ocean if you don't stop." She threatened.
"Eww. I just woke up. Stop being so graphic."
"I'm not joking."
I rolled my eyes slowly got out of bed. "I'd love to see you try."
Within seconds of getting out of bed, I was tackled and pinned to the floor.
"You must have forgotten I come from a family of WWE fighters."
"Yes. I made that mistake again."
She laughed and eventually got off of me.
"I have something for you downstairs." Katie beamed. "Go check it out."
"Okay." I smiled. The kids had just woken up and were racing downstairs.
Breakfast was chocolate chip pancakes, Pop Tarts, and Cinnamon rolls because we were that healthy family that you know and love. The only time we had a nutritionally crappy breakfast like this was on a special occasion.
We all sat down to eat and Wifey handed me a Starbucks cup.
"You got me hot chocolate?" I gasped. "Thanks, Chica."
"You're welcome."
I turned the white cup around expected it to have "Katie" or "Riker" written on it in Sharpie but instead, it said "Brace yourself. You're gonna be a dad...again."
"Whoa. Are you serious?" I went pale with excitement. (Is that a thing? Can you go pale when you get excited? As you can see by my profile picture, I wouldn't know😂😂😂😂😂🙈)
"Yup."
I got up and hugged her. "I'm super excited and I'm so happy about this."
"Me too, Riker. Me too."
Katie's POV
The next eight and a half months were CRA-ZY. I was an emotional monster. The other night, the kids slept in our bed with us on Riker's side because they were "scared of Mommy's screaming and crying".
They were kind of accurate. I was always snapping at Riker, making him go out buy random food that I normally despised, and I cried at least four times a day.
Apparently, Baby Number Three decided to come a little early. Rydel took the kids, I got my stuff together, showered, and waited in the car. Riker was still inside the house and obviously didn't understand the pressing (literally) situation.
"RIKER ANTHONY LYNCH!" I got out of the car and screamed. "I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP AND BRING MY STUFF TO THE CAR, I WILL WALK BACK INSIDE OUR GOSH DARN HOUSE, LAY OUT ALL YOUR CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR AND GIVE BIRTH ALL OVER THEM!!!!!!!!!"
I looked over and saw our elderly couple neighbors staring at me.
"Umm...Good morning." I greeted them awkwardly. Riker came outside laughing and taking his leisurely time.
"Could you hurry up, Slowpoke?"
"Can't you hold it 'till we get there?" He asked, starting the engine.
"Hold it? HOLD IT?!?!" I shrieked and ranted about how it's not physically possible to "hold in" a human baby.
Four hours, our beautiful baby boy was born. We named him Casper Braxton Lynch.
An hour later, Thor, Britta, and the rest of my family showed up. Surrounded by everyone who I had such love for, it felt as if my life was perfect. Simply perfect.