Nate Maloley Imagines

Fight for family(part 6)

Imagine Series written by
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(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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You could tell that it was hard for Nate, bending to the statutes that you had established that night. You saw how hard it was for him to leave you behind in that apartment, or how hard it was to listen to your financial plans as you talked him through the little part of land on the outskirts of town that you had found. You watched him listen intently as he silently wrung his fingers white in his lap as you groaned about how tired you were because of some stupid party that was happened a floor below you, and he even tried to give you encouragement when you talked to him about your plans to work even through your last month of pregnancy.
And you were proud of him for holding his tongue even though he didn't agree with any of you.
You knew how hard this was for him, but boundaries had to be set. Things couldn't just go back to the way they were because you were all-of-a-sudden pregnant. He had slept with his ex-wife while the two of you were still together after one of the biggest fights the two of you had ever had, and you didn't trust him to not have that reaction now every time the two of you did fight.
And there would be a lot, because children were a lot of pressure and energy-consumed.
And you made sure that he understood that...that this wasn't just a punishment that would all-of-a-sudden lift. You communicated very clearly that this was just how it was because you couldn't trust him, and that...until you could again...this was how things were going to be.
It was his understanding of that that was giving him the strength to hold his tongue.
He told himself that if any of this ever got to a point where he felt the situation was compromising the health of the child, though, that he would step in.
And eventually, that's exactly what happened.
You had become so exhausted from the parties below you keeping you up that you had fallen asleep in your hot car on your lunch break at 5 and a half months pregnant, and had woken up in a hospital hooked up to a rapidly dripping IV and a doctor murmuring with someone off in the corner as the smell of disinfectant burnt your nostril hairs.
"He-...hello...?" you croaked out before starting to cough.
"Y/N!" Nate exclaimed before rushing over to your side and grasping your hand, "Y/N...sweetheart...can you hear me?"
You groaned and shifted away as the doctor attempted to pry your eyes open and shine a light in an attempt to dilate your pupils.
"She's still pretty dehydrate-...where's that damn ultrasound machine!?" the doctor yells behind him.
"What's-...hap-"
"Ssshhh sh sh sh sh..." Nate coos softly in your ear as you feel your dress being ripped up to your stomach, "just relax, tesoro."
"Nate...wha-"
Groaning out in pain as you feel something shoved up your vagina, your eyes begin to redden as Nate turns his head and growls between his teeth.
"Give her some warning next time," he threatens.
"The baby..." you whine.
"I'm sure she's fine, my love," Nate soothes as tears begin to well in his eyes.
"Is she producing tears?" the doctor asks as he squirts the cold jelly onto your stomach.
"No," Nate says as he rests his forehead to yours.
The only thing that gave either of you comfort was the sound that beat out into the room as the doctor sighed heavily with relief.
"There she is," he coos as the wand between your legs shifts.
"And her cervix is still closed," the doctor confirms.
"She's gonna need to stay here until she's re-hydrated," the doctor says, "the baby's fine...but she's not there yet. But after that, the two of you will be released."
"What happened?" you ask as you lob your reddened eyes back over to Nate.
"You fell asleep in your car, Y/N," he says incredulously. "Don't you remember?"
"I remember feeling hungry and taking my lunch break," you say.
"Have you not been drinking well?" Nate asks.
"I don't know...I've just been tired," you say as you wave your hand in the air, attempting to brush him off.
But Nate caught your hand mid-air and hooked his stern gaze to yours.
"When you laid your stipulations down, even though I was opposed to them, I was willing to do anything. Anything for you and this child. To have any part in what is happening, or what would happen in the future."
Your eyes were dancing in between his as he brings your fingers to his lips and kisses them, one by one.
"But I promised myself that if anything ever compromised the health of this child...or you...that I would step in."
"Nate..." you groan.
"Y/N," he cuts you off, "you fell asleep in your hot car while it was 97 degrees outside because you were so tired from not getting enough sleep in that apartment because of those damn parties. And because you were trying to catch up on sleep, you haven't been eating or drinking the way that you need to be for a woman carrying a child, and because of those things you are now in the hospital under a doctor's care."
"Nate, I didn't mean t-"
"I know you didn't mean any of this," he breathes as he cups your face.
And he was relieved to find a tear cascading down your cheek.
"But now it's time to work on our compromising skills," he says as he holds your gaze steadily.
And you knew that, this time, he was right.