Nate Maloley Imagines

Fight for Family(part 3)

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Tumblr User: wrecklessimagine
(Names have been changed to fit imagine book)
Disclaimer: age difference, family before dating you
Story line:
Nate one where Reader wants a child so much but he isn't sure about it cause he thinks he is too old but reader thinks it's all about Jasmine, Kai and Hannah and they have an argument then he wants to take a break.
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As you pop some popcorn into your mouth, your eyes darting around the table of fresh pumpkins and gourds, you switch your heavy basket to your other arm as you roll the top of your popcorn bag down and toss it on in.
Your arm was beginning to hurt you, and you needed to switch the weight.
As a gust of wind catches the back fabric of your dress, you whip around quickly to catch the fabric, hoping that no one got a sneak peak of anything underneath, but just as you whipped too fast and caught the fabric within your fingers, a sharp pain throughout your pelvic muscles caused you to yip as your basket went crashing to the ground beside you.
And that's when you heard frantic steps come up beside you.
Grunting as you slowly raise yourself up, you go to squat to pick your basket up as a familiar voice stops you in your tracks and startles you to your core.
"Here, let me get that."
Looking down as his hands come into view, your body slowly lifting back up as your eyes gaze up his body from his feet, they heavily connect with a familiar set as the hair on the back of your neck begins to stand on end with panic.
Nate.
Nate was at the farmer's market.
Staring at him, completely dumbfound, your eyes dart down to the basket in his hands as you begin to reach out for it.
"It's alright," he says breathily as he pulls it back from you, "I can get it."
But you were stunned in your spot.
And still craving that damn pie.
"Nate," you whisper.
The silence that hung between the two of you was more stifling than the crowded tent the two of you hovered underneath, and as the sweat slowly began to trickle down your back now that the wind had dissipated, the sensation ripped you from your trance as your reality slowly dawns on you.
The father of your child was standing in front of you, just now realizing that he was going to be the father of your child in the first place.
"I can carry it," you say as you take a step forward.
"You shouldn't be carrying something heavy like this," he says as he pulls it back even further from you.
"I'm only 17 weeks along, I'm fine," you bite, your feet lunging you forward as you grasp the handle of the bucket full of fresh goods.
But his hand didn't relent, and your bodies were closer than they had ever been.
"17 weeks...?" Nate trails off.
You couldn't even bring yourself to look him in the eye, staring instead at his chest as he gazed at the top of your head, hoping desperately you would just look up at him so he could behold your dazzling Y/C/E eyes.
You thought about telling him it wasn't his. You thought about making up a story about some one-night stand after he broke your heart, and telling him that he was fine...that he wasn't going to be a father.
But before you could even consider the prospect, your mouth began to run away with you as fast as your brain could process.
"Everything is fine. She's healthy and even though I'm technically considered a high risk pregnancy and will probably have a c-section, we are both fine. No nausea now just an intense craving for rhubarb pie and I thought that they would have some here or at least the ingredients for the pie but I've never had rhubarb so I had to look up what it looked like and I don't see any here but there was some rhubarb pudding and I tried that but the craving didn't go away. We're still in my apartment but that's fine because I'm on a savings plan in order to save up to buy maybe a little house or a small plot of land to build on. I wasn't financially as bad off as I thought so I've been able to stock up on a few things already and we really are doing just fine and I'm really glad that you and Hannah are hitting it off because you deserve that family that you always wanted."
Taking a massive breath as you slowly raise your eyes to the man you had never really stopped thinking of, you find his eyes lightly rimmed with tears as he hooks your gaze and takes your breath away.
There was so much in that paragraph you had just blurted out that he needed to process.
Her?
You were having a baby girl?
He...was having a baby girl?
"...you're still in your apartment?" he asks lightly.
But when the slight disappointment rolled over your face, he quickly began to backtrack.
"I-I-I mean, that's fine. Your apartment is...is nice. It's in a...a quiet building with-...lots of..."
But you knew he was lying, trying desperately not to disagree with you and start yet another fight.
And it was had for you to suppress a snicker.
"W-...what?" Nate asks.
"Nothing," you smirk, turning your head away as you look out over towards his car, trying to suppress a giggle in the process.
It was light heaven itself opened up and shined a light right onto your features, the way your smile lit up your face.
"Hannah and I aren't together," Nate muses lowly.
That caught your attention as you whipped your face back around to him.
"We had-..."
Trailing off as your eyes dance in between his, it was his turn to lower his head in embarrassment and shame as you stare blankly at the top of his head.
"You think I didn't know?" you ask.
"I just-...I didn't know if...if you did, or not," he admits.
"I knew," you breathe as he slowly raises his gaze to yours.
"I always know with you, Nate," you declare lowly.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" he asks, almost pitifully as the reality of his question dawns on you.
You truly weren't going to tell him.
"I don't think so...no," you admit.
The hurt that wafted behind his eyes curled your stomach as you felt involuntary tears rise behind your own.
"You just...deserve your family, Nate. It was clearly where you wanted to be instead of with me, and it wasn't fair that I stand in the way of that any longer," you admit.
And then, after a bit of a pause...
"...she?" Nate whispers.
And as you nod your head lightly, you feel yourself grinning with delight as your cheeks begin to flush a deep crimson red.
"What's wrong?" Nate asks as he watches the flush taper down your neck, "You feeling alright?"
"Yeah," you breathe as you nod, a tear of happiness streaking down your face, "yeah, I'm-...I'm alright."
The happiness that you were experiencing is something he understood all too well.
The problem was that it took him sinking himself into another woman to realize just how happy you had really made him.
And he wasn't sure if he could come back from that.
But then, he had an idea.
"You still craving some rhubarb pie?"
And as much as you didn't want to admit it, your mouth began wholly salivating at the mere mention of this mystery pie.
The thick swallow that Nate watched answered his question as he shifted your basket to his other arm.
"Have you already paid for this stuff?" he asks.
You shook your head no as you turned your watery gaze of happiness back out to his car.
It looked so...out of place amongst all of the others.
"Well, let me go pay for this, and then we can stop by a grocery store I frequent. They should have the ingredients I need to make you one."
"You know how to make rhubarb pie?" you ask, shock rolling over your features as you whip your head back towards Nate.
"I know how to cook anything as long as I can find a recipe," he smiles.
And you found yourself smiling back at him.