Interracial Imagines

Our Baby -- Jon Bellion

Request: Can you do Jon Bellion?
When we both ha e twin girls and I am pregnant with a baby and we go to the doctors to find the gender, and you can say of it's a boy or a girl. Then we go home and celebrate!!

Requestee: LoveBIrds305

Warnings: is there cursing? idk, fluff, kids, not actually going back home, I is sorry

Author's Note: Sorry I made you wait so long foe this piece, I just prefer to know a little something about my subject's personality before writing for them, and I absolutely adore Jon's personality, so this was really easy to write once I started, I'm definitely doing another one for him soon. I hope you enjoy it too :)

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Jon sits in his at home studio as you take your shower. His headphones on and pen in his hand as he bops his head to the beat. Jon doesn't notice as one of your baby girls wanders into the room. At least he doesn't until she tugs on his pant leg.

Pulling his headphones off, Jon smiles down at the little girl as he pulls her into his lap, "Hey baby girl, where's your sister?" He asks her. You always tell him how intelligent kids are at three, so he refrains from using baby talk with them. A habit he misses terribly.

Your daughter blinks her big brown eyes behind her small glasses, one of the few things that helps outsiders tell her and her twin sister apart. "Oh, uh, she with Mommy. Daddy, can I listen?" She asks, pointing at the headphones. Jon looks to where her finger is pointing, "You wanna hear Daddy's music?" When she nods happily, Jon laughs, standing and holding the little girl up with one arm, "I can do you one better. Here, listen to this."

Unplugging his headphones and connecting his speakers, Jon restarts the song and presses play, music blasting - not too loud, of course -  and sets your daughter down so they can dance together. The little lady hops around, giggling uncontrollably while her little curls bounce atop her head. Jon laughs along with her and takes her hand, the two dancing together.

They're having so much fun, they don't even notice you and the squeamish little lady in your arms. Laughing at her, you set her down so she can run up to her sister and father. "Daddy! Daddy, I wanna dance!" She says, reaching her hands up for Jon to take. Deciding quickly to include both of his girls in the fun, he releases one girl's hands so he has one of each of their hands.

You watch them, a smile on your face as you rest your hand on your swollen belly. Patiently, you wait for the song to end, "Alright, come on ladies. Your auntie's upstairs and daddy and mommy have to go to the doctor." The girls cheer, "Our baby! Our baby!" You grab one girl, Jon, grabbing the other, "Yeah, and mommy promises that when we get home, we can pick out names for our baby, okay? But you two have to be good."

By the time you've finished talking, you're upstairs. Immediately, your sister runs up to you, grabbing your daughter from your arms, "Y/N! What in the world?! Don't exert yourself!" She scolds you. Jon chuckles at your warning, but it stops when her eyes land on him, "It isn't funny, Bellion. Her safety is in your hands, mister."

When she stops talking, you kiss her on the cheek and grab Jon's hand after he sets down your daughter. "Well, thank you for agreeing to babysit the girls, but we have to get going. The girls have already eaten and we'll be back soon." You call as you pull Jon to the door.

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"How are you doing? You nervous?" Jon asks you, placing a kiss on your hand while still focusing on the road. He doesn't notice, because he's looking at your surroundings - probably for inspiration - but you're gazing at him as you answer, "No. I'm excited if anything. Even if I end up sucking as a parent, or I don't know, skipping town with Captain America, you're a great father."

Jon chuckles, dividing his attention between you and the road, "At least I know you're planning on leaving me for a different man. Maybe I'll - oh, damn, baby, we're here. What if it's turned into another pair of twins? God, what if it's triplets. I'm excited and nervous at the same time." He rambles as he parks, making you laugh.

He's chuckling nervously and running his hands through in hair as he opens your door for you. "Jon, I'm gonna need you to calm down before we get in there, 'kay? Look at me, look at me." You say calmly as you grab his hand, "We're gonna go in here, and you're gonna smile and be cute because you're my trophy husband and what's keeping me from shoving this baby out of my uterus."

Your husband takes a deep breath and pulls you to him to kiss your forehead, "Let's go check out this baby." He says, pressing a quick peck against your lips and leading the way into the hospital, your intertwined hands helping you keep up.

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"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Bellion, you will be having a baby boy this time around!" Your doctor says. You're so excited that you can barely stop giggling. Even on the car ride home, you're still giddy. You had been hoping for a boy, so the news is extremely welcome.

"What are we doing here?" You ask Jon as he stops at the beach and pulls you out of the car, "I think your sister can handle the girls for a little while longer. I just want, to to spend a little more time with my beautiful, glowing golden wife. Will you give me the honor of this walk along the beach mi'lady?" He asks, hand holding yours and lips curling into that signature smile of his.

You smile back at him, pressing your lips to his, "God, I love you so much, you know that?" You say as the two of you start walking hand in hand down the beach. "You know I love you more?" He says, kissing you again, sweeping you off of your feet this time.