Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Parenthood (10)

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It's been about a month since we brought our baby girl home, and though I'm absolutely in love with being her mom, the exhaustion is real. Every night blurs into the next with feedings, diaper changes, and barely any sleep. My body aches in places I didn't know could ache, and I'm running on fumes. C/N has been amazing—he's up at all hours with me, rocking her to sleep, changing diapers, and making sure I'm okay—but even he can't stop the overwhelming fatigue from settling deep into my bones.

I'm sitting on the couch, holding our little girl in my arms as she starts to doze off after another feeding. My eyes are heavy, but I can't tear them away from her tiny face. She's perfect. Absolutely perfect. But as much as I adore her, I feel the weight of exhaustion tugging at my mind.

C/N walks into the living room, looking equally tired but somehow still managing to smile. "How's our little princess?" he asks softly, sitting down beside me.

"She's finally asleep," I whisper, not wanting to disturb her. I lean back against the cushions, letting out a long sigh. "I don't know how much longer I can function like this."

He chuckles quietly and rests a hand on my shoulder. "I know, N/N. It's been rough. But you're doing amazing. Seriously."

I glance over at him, appreciating the support but feeling the fatigue weighing me down. "I don't feel amazing. I feel like a zombie. Like I haven't slept in weeks."

He nods, rubbing his eyes. "Well, you kind of haven't. But you're still handling it like a champ."

I smile, though it's weak. "Yeah, well, I don't feel like a champ right now."

Without saying a word, C/N carefully scoops the baby from my arms, cradling her gently. "You need a break. Go lie down for a while. I'll watch her."

I shake my head, my heart clenching at the thought of leaving her, even for a nap. "I can't. What if she needs me?"

He gives me a knowing look. "N/N, I can handle it. You need rest. Go take a nap. I'll bring her to you if she needs you."

I hesitate for a moment, then finally relent, too tired to argue. "Okay... but wake me up if anything happens."

He smiles, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "Promise. Now go rest, babe."

I shuffle off to the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of relief. As much as I want to be there for every moment with our daughter, I know C/N is right. I need sleep if I'm going to survive this crazy, beautiful thing called parenthood.

Before I can overthink it, I drift off, the sound of C/N humming softly to our baby girl lulling me into a peaceful sleep.

A few hours later—or maybe minutes, I can't even tell anymore—I'm gently nudged awake by C/N's hand on my shoulder.

"N/N," he whispers softly, "the baby's hungry."

I groan, barely opening my eyes, feeling the pull of sleep still weighing me down. "Already?" My voice is hoarse with exhaustion. I shift slightly, trying to get up but my body feels like it's made of lead.

C/N is standing next to the bed, holding our daughter close. "Yeah, sorry. I know you're tired, but she's getting fussy."

I rub my eyes and sit up slowly, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over me. With little thought, I reach for the buttons of my nursing shirt, but my fingers are clumsy and slow. In a fit of frustration, I tug on the shirt too hard, and the buttons snap open with a loud pop, some of them flying off.

"Oops," I mutter under my breath, too tired to even care. "Guess that's one way to do it."

C/N stifles a laugh, trying to play it cool, but I can see the amusement in his eyes. "Well, that's definitely... effective."

I glare at him playfully, half-asleep. "Don't laugh at me. I'm exhausted."

"I'm not laughing," he says, though the grin on his face is unmistakable. "You're doing great, zombie mom."

I huff, taking the baby from him, cradling her in my arms as I start to nurse. "You're lucky I'm too tired to fight back," I mumble, leaning back against the pillows.

He leans down to kiss my forehead, still smiling. "You're amazing, even when you're cranky." Then he sits down beside me, gently rubbing my back.

After a few minutes, my body gives in to the overwhelming exhaustion, and I drift back to sleep with B/N still nursing in my arms. I barely register when C/N gently lifts her from me, but his touch is so careful, so soft, that I stay wrapped in my dreamless haze.

When I wake up, the room is quiet, filled with the soft sounds of early morning. I hear C/N's voice, low and tender, and I blink groggily, focusing on the sound.

"You've got the best mom, you know that, B/N?" he's whispering. I shift slightly, but he doesn't notice I'm awake. "She's so strong, even when she's tired. She always takes care of you, always makes sure you're happy. I'm lucky to have her, and you are too."

His voice is so full of love that my heart swells, a quiet smile tugging at my lips.

"And I love her so much, B/N," he continues, gently rocking her in his arms. "I don't know how she does it, honestly. She's... everything. My best friend, your incredible mom. I'd be lost without her."

I bite my lip to stop the emotions from bubbling over. Listening to him talk like this fills me with a kind of warmth that cuts through the exhaustion. I feel it deep in my chest, knowing how much love he has for both me and our daughter.

"Someday, when you're older," he says softly, "I hope you appreciate just how amazing your mom is. But for now, I'll just have to keep reminding her, okay?"

I finally let out a soft laugh, unable to keep pretending I'm asleep. C/N looks up, caught in the act, but he grins, not even the slightest bit embarrassed.

"How long have you been awake?" he asks, walking over and sitting beside me on the bed.

"Long enough," I say, wiping away a tear. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, you know that?"

He leans down, kissing my forehead, still holding B/N. "You are special."

C/N gently lays B/N down in her bassinet, making sure she's snug and peaceful. Once she's settled, he quietly tiptoes back over to the bed, a playful smile on his face. Without saying a word, he slides under the covers and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

"Now," he murmurs into my ear, his voice soft and teasing, "I want to hold my baby."

I can't help but laugh, resting my head against his chest. "You've been holding B/N all morning."

"I wasn't talking about her," he whispers, squeezing me tighter, his warmth wrapping around me.

I smile, my body relaxing completely in his embrace. "You're such a sap."

"Only for you," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Now come here. I've missed you."

I nestle closer to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek. As we lie there, everything feels right, like we've found this perfect little moment amidst the chaos of parenthood. For the first time in weeks, I feel fully content, wrapped in his arms.

"Love you," I mumble sleepily, my exhaustion returning in the safest way possible.

"Love you more," he whispers back, holding me like I'm his entire world.

I feel the exhaustion melt away, replaced by something far stronger: love.