𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Father Fever| Smut| Request

I'm sat on the sofa midway through my latest crochet project when my phone dings. I look over at it, debating whether or not it's worth moving from my comfortable spot to check it, but then it dings again, begging for my attention. I frown, setting down the supplies as Leon glances at me from the other side of the room where he sits on the floor, phone in one hand and cat perched on his lap, his other hand occupied by the cat's fur. I hum, grabbing my phone and seeing new messages from none other than my husband. 

"You're literally across the room, if you want to talk just talk." I laugh, arching a brow as Leon slyly sets down his phone and nods at mine. 

"Some things can't be told, they've gotta be shown." 

I huff a laugh, mumbling "Throwback to our wedding night" before I open the messages to see some links Leon sent me. My brows draw together as I open them and find numerous videos of babies and family orientated videos. I watch them, smiling at the mothers who cradle their new borns and dress them up, and at the dad's who bathe their baby's for the first time with cute music in the background. I catch myself grinning at the cutenes, immediately I lift my head and meet Leon's gaze. "What are you up to?" I suspiciously ask. 

Leon shrugs, then scoops our cat up into his arms, holding it like a baby. "Just thinking, maybe we should consider it." 

I laugh, heart warming as Leon coos to the sleepy, fluffy feline. "Someone might consider getting a car, not a baby Leon." 

"Alright, what if we don't consider it, what if we just do it." He shrugs, setting the cat down before kneeling his way over to me. I smile, taking a deep breath as Leon sets his chin on my lap, puppy dog eyes pleading up at me as he reaches out and rubs my stomach, sending a jolt of electric through me. "Think about it, you all mother hen like, cooking up a bun in the oven for a few months-" 

"It'll be nine months, Leon-" 

"and then out they pop, we'll have ourselves a little Kennedy. They'll be so adorable, just like their mom, and I know we'll give them the best life we can. Maybe they'll grow up to be an artist, or a doctor, or hell, even a world famous chef!" I giggle at Leon's childlike enthusiasm, admittedly I've been thinking about us starting a family too. He hums, kissing my stomach as my thighs clench together, and he just knows I'm in. His hands begin to graze up my bare legs, sliding under his shirt that I'm wearing as my breath hitches, but I whack his hands away, pointing a finger at him. 

"You do realise that this is a big deal, don't you?" I ask, taking on a serious tone. "You can't just walk away and change your mind, our whole lives will change, are you ready for that kind of commitment and work?" 

"I married you, didn't I?" He grins. I tut, playfully kicking him away until he grabs my ankle and kisses the inner part. I lean back, sighing as his lips trail kisses all the way up until he reaches my thighs. 

"In all seriousness, yeah, I know it's not going to be easy, but that's what makes it worth it. I'm ready to finally settle down and start a troop, I love you, and I swear I'll love our little one no matter what. I won't be leaving or turning back to drink when things get tough, I'm all in, I'm ready to be a father." He says with determination. I search his eyes, seeing nothing but honesty and desperation there. "I'm ready," he repeats softly, "if you are?" 

I don't leave it a second longer before I nod and lean down, meeting his lips with my own. The kiss is heated, both of us needy and eager. Leon's hands deftly part my thighs, exposing the lace underwear covering me. He groans, kneeling up to nudge his nose into my underwear, no doubt feeling the dampness gathered. I gasp, arching as he chuckles and uses one hand to tug on the elastic. I lift my hips, allowing him to pull the fabric down and expose my sex. 

"Oh yeah, she's practically begging for me to fill her up." Leon deeply says. I let a whimper free as Leon's mouth inches over my folds, kissing tenderly before his tongue darts out, lapping me up as I moan and spread even further. One hand finds his hair as he begins to devour me, sucking and licking with precision rather than speed, it's slow and torturous in the best of ways. Just as I'm about to come Leon pulls back, grinning as if knowing that he's being devious, then he stands, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulders as I yelp and grab his shoulders. 

"I swear, if this is how you plan to handle our kid-" I begin, but then his hand meets my ass lightly. 

"Don't worry, lets focus on making them first, times a wastin' after all." He chuckles, tossing me on the bed. We quickly get rid of all our clothes, then Leon grabs a pillow from his side of the bed, setting it under my hips and making sure I'm comfortable before he pumps himself a few times. I open my legs, wrapping my ankles around Leon's waist as he lines himself up then slowly inches inside. We both gasp, too riled up to realise that this is the same routine as almost every night. "Yeah, that's home." Leon teases. I snort, but it ends as a moan when he begins to pull out and slam back in. After a few more thrusts he finds a steady rhytm, but instead of riding out the wave Leon reaches behind him and grabs my legs, I let him position me until my knees are to my chest, practically bending me in half as he reaches a deeper angle, cock bumping my cervix with every movement. 

I'm close, clenching around Leon as he groans and pulls out suddenly, replacing his length with his fingers. Regardless it still has me calling out his name, then quickly Leon's sheathing himself back inside of me, groaning and linking his fingers with mine as his eyelids flutter. "Ready for the first try?" He groans out. 

"Just get me pregnant Leon." I beg, and with that he's spilling inside of me with a hoarse cry. After he softens inside of me, pulling me to his chest as we try and give it time. Not long after Leon runs me a bath and scoops me up, setting us into the warm water as we talk about our future and bicker over names. Only a few weeks later we find out that it worked, and we're going to be parents. 

Nine months later Leon lets me squeeze his hand to the point of breaking as I push out our first little one. It's a painful process but worth it for the pure look of hope and love in Leon's eyes when he first sees our child. With shaking hands and watery eyes he takes them from the nurse, cradling them to his chest as he smiles and coos, finger outstretched as our little one's hand wraps around it. "Welcome to the world baby Kennedy," Leon softly says before looking at me, "thank you so much. I love you." He comes over to me, where I finally get to hold my baby and begin the journey of motherhood. Leon's a cautious parent, but not a day goes by where he doesn't thank me for our blessing and laugh at the baby's coos and dribbles.