Kiss me, you fool!

Kiss me Tippy toed

Prompt: "One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner's."

Pair: MarcoxReader
Relationship: established
Word count: 532

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Marco had been busy the whole day.

Being the first commander meant more responsibilities. This meant making sure the crews, the day to day, the chores and plans- everything went without a problem.

This would mean that he would barely go to bed or barely sleep. If he wasn't tending to the crew, he'd be tending to Pops. If Pops was doing okay by his own (which usually was all the time, he had his nurses), he'd be by the navigator's quarters.

The man couldn't take a break. It all came down that he stayed in the Navigation quarters until easily early morning, reading, writing and adding to the maps he'd already go over.

"Marco?"

He didn't hear the door open, but he didn't flinch at the voice. He smirked when he felt arms wrap around his neck, chin on his shoulder and lips against the side of his shaven head.

"You should go to sleep."

"And you should sleep even more." He retorted, hearing the annoyed groan from his love as she walked away from him.

"You haven't slept in days."

"I need to make sure everything is ready for when you give birth." He mumbled, earning a weird look from the (Y/N) as he rose from his seat.

"Birth?"

"Yes?"

"I-I'm pregnant?"

He almost wanted to throw himself overboard. He forgot to tell the love is his life she was pregnant after her last check up. Blood work came up a week ago. He lost track of time and didn't tell her and he thought he did. He was being extra careful with her as she did her daily chores and now he feels like the biggest idiot.

And it finally hit him.

"You're pregnant."

"Apparently so."

"And I forgot to tell you..."

"Yup. But now I know I am. It makes sense after all the 'projectile vomiting my breakfast and Thatch thought I hated his food' fiasco."

He snorted, walking her now to his room and preparing himself to go to sleep.

"Marco?"

"Yes, dove?"

"C'mere."

He did as told and stood in-front of his beloved (Y/N). Only to see her stand on her tippy toes and pulling his coat down to meet with her, a soft kiss upon his mouth.

"We're going to have a baby." She whispered, kissing his lips fully, feeling how excited and tired he was.

"Pops will want the ship baby proofed."

"Oh, please. Pops wouldn't want to leave the kid's side. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if junior's first word was "Pops". I'd be surprised if it wasn't!"

"Ace will be a fun uncle."

"Thatch is going to have to learn how to make baby food."

"If it's a girl, Izo is going to be her make-over victim."

The excited couple forgot to sleep. The more they talked and raved about their new child, the more restless they became, laying in bed in each others arms.

All too excited to notice that Ace was by Marco's door, eaves-dropping and grinning from ear to ear after learning he was going to be an uncle. He wasn't going to spill the beans yet.

He could bother Marco later.