One Shots

Kuzaless

Dedicated to Lexibrie1986

Thanks for all of your support.

We had been together for five years, two of which we've been married for. It felt surreal. I never thought I could be this happy, ever.

I was the kid who was too skinny, too stupid, and not talented enough to make it anywhere in life, but here I am, running my own business and touring with my husband.

I was watching him side stage with the biggest nervous smile on my face, my hands clutching the ziplock bag behind my back so tightly it almost slipped from my sweaty palms.

I waited until Chris was giving his ending speech before I forced myself into the spotlight.

The guys all gave me knowing smiles, aware of what I was about to do, but Chris looked happily surprised. Some fans went nuts, recognizing who I was, making both Chris and I chuckle as he came to greet me with a kiss.

"I don't remember inviting you on stage." He teased. "You wanna help me close out the show?"

I smirked and held up the plastic bag to he could see what was inside.

"We would love to help you."

Chris's jaw dropped, and he picked me up by the backs of my thighs to smash our lips together in a heated kiss.

Fans awed, and I stole the mic.

"Just so it's official; you're going to be a Daddy, Chris."

I swear I saw a tear roll down his cheek, but he hid his face in my neck before I could wipe it away.

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Chris was coming home today.

The thought itself brought a ridiculous smile to my face. Evidently, our baby girl could feel my excitement, because she kicked inside my belly lightly.

I giggled to myself. "Oh I can't wait until you're out of here and I can snuggle you when Daddy leaves, princess."

I rubbed the spot where she was kicking while I walked to the kitchen. "Of course, Daddy isn't going to want to leave you, princess. He'll want to snuggle you just as much as I do."

I went about fixing myself breakfast, pausing when I heard the familiar sound of keys unlocking the front door.

Even though I wasn't supposed to, I ran at a full sprint to the front door and tackled my husband in a hug.

Chris laughed, letting one hand rove over my bloated belly as his other arm supported my weight.

"How have my babies been?"

I didn't give him a verbal answer, instead using my mouth to convey just how much I missed him while he was away.

He let out a cute little groan, and I heard him use his foot to slam the door shut.

"Fuck, I missed you." I gasped for air when our lips parted, his own immediately diving down to place marks on my neck and chest. My fingers tangled in his hair and I whimpered.

"I love you so much." I moaned, grinding myself on his thigh needily.

Chris smiled down at me, his tattooed hands sliding down into my sweat pants with unrestrained lust.