Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff/Smut (I'm gonna attempt to make it smut...)
Timing: Modern AU
Reader's Relations: Philip's wife (For context you're both like 25 in this)
Warnings: Smut
Other notes: To avoid confusion, within this oneshot, Eliza with be referred to as such, and the child Eliza will be referred to as 'Lizzie'
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Monday:
"Heya, Pip," I muttered walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck from behind.
"(Y/n)? What are you doing?" Philip asked, turning his head towards me as I sat down on the sofa beside him. I shrugged, "I just want to be close to you. Is that not allowed? We are married after all."
"No! That's not what I mean! I just mean, you're not normally this clingy... did something happen?" he asked, waving his hands in front of his face in defence.
"Nope, I'm just in a clingy mood today," I replied, bringing my hand up to his face, rubbing my thumb over his cheek, and biting my tongue.
Tuesday:
"Philip... whatcha up to?" I asked, approaching him while he was sitting at the desk in the study of our small flat.
"I'm working on a project. What about you?"
I rolled my eyes and started rubbing my hands up and down his arms, slowly, trying to give him the hint as I started nipping on his neck.
By Friday, I was fed up with Philip clearly not getting my hints, and decided just to do it directly, "Philip, can we talk?"
"Of course, (Y/n). Come here."
I smirked and walked over, surprising him when I placed myself in his lap, as opposed to the spot on the sofa next to him. I giggled as his face went red and I just started nipping his neck, pushing his bushy hair out of the way.
"(Y-(Y/n)... this isn't talking..."
"I know, but you're too damn oblivious Pip," I replied, stopping my assault on his neck, smirking as I looked him in the eye, "I want a child."
He just sat there, blinking, "You want a WHAT?!"
"If you're not ready for it. It's okay. I just thought I would let you know my opinion on the matter, seeing as I know how much your mum wants grandchildren. I-I'll go and start dinner. I'll let you know when it's ready," I replied, getting off him quickly and walking towards the kitchen, trying to stop the tears from falling, "You fucking idiot (Y/n). I should have asked him calmly first, to see his opinion rather than just straddling him."
"You never gave me a chance to respond, (Y/n)," I heard from behind me as I put the pan on the cooker, feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap around me.
"Pip, please don't hate me. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I should have asked you before boldly stating it," I squeaked, tears now falling from my face. Instead of unwrapping his arms from my waist and for him to walk off, claiming he 'needed space', he just started nipping at my shoulder after moving my top a bit, "I love you, I could never hate you, (Y/n), and you didn't make me uncomfortable. I was just shocked you put it so bluntly. I'd love to have a child with you."
I let out a smile and turned around, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him, "I love you so much, Pip."
"So, when do you want to do this?" Philip asked, placing his hands on my hips, looking at me like a predator at its prey. I chuckled, "Whenever you wa-Eek!" I was cut off when he picked me up and started carrying me to our bedroom, "If it's up to me, then there's no time like the present."
