Requested by __BROOKE_BARTLEY__: So basically it's a Christmas one. Where you're newly pregnant and basically there's a lot of fluff and alsmot smut. But you end up playing in the snow and dancing as it falls around you. And end the chapter with a perfect kiss and basically you can add the details in. I just love your writing.
Author's Note: Okay because I made the reader fully pregnant, I didn't add the playing in the snow or dancing, but I still gave a cute and fluff Christmas imagine. It's very rare for me to write holiday imagines and I had so much fun with this one. I hope you like it and happy holidays.
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Y/N let out a heavy sigh as her back finally touched the bed. She had spent all day decorating their new temporary apartment in Chicago. Tyler had landed a new role on Chicago Fire with a huge storyline arc. He had already been filming for a month and would continue to film for another three months after the holiday break. Y/N thought she would surprise him by decorating their apartment while he filmed on his last day before winter break. However, with Y/N being almost 8 months pregnant, it was safer and easier to stay in Chicago until a few months after the baby was born.
She closed her eyes as she ran a hand over her belly. "Daddy better like this place or otherwise he'll be on the naughty list." Her eyebrows furrowed as she heard the front door open and close. She turned to see the clock and noticed Tyler was home earlier than he was supposed to. She was hoping to squeeze in a cat nap before surprising him when he came home.
"Honey?" Tyler called out.
"In the bedroom!" Y/N yelled back, too exhausted to even get up from bed.
Tyler pushed the half-opened bedroom door and immediately saw his tired wife on their bed. A smile reached the corner of his eyes as his eyes landed on her pregnant belly facing up towards the ceiling. Her head didn't even reach the pillow and her feet were dangling off the edge of the bed. He knew she didn't care. She just needed their comfortable bed, which she swore was made by angels from Heaven.
He chuckled as he walked up beside the bed. He grabbed the pillow and offered to tuck it under her head. She smiled at him as she lifted her head up. Tyler bent down and pressed his lips against hers. She was expecting a quick and simple peck, almost like one of those habit kisses you give everyday before walking out of the door in a hurry, but he surprised her with a long and meaningful kiss.
"What was that for?" She sighed with pure bliss and her eyes still closed. She loved that Tyler still gave her butterflies and made her toes curl after being together for 10 years.
"For being amazing," he chuckled as he slowly crawled into bed. He laid on his side, propping his arm up, and resting his head on his closed fist. He just stared at her. She was glowing and has been for months. He had never seen her more beautiful. Ever since she got pregnant Tyler couldn't stop admiring her or keep his lips and hands off her. He loved her deeply and appreciated her for carrying their unborn child.
He ran his fingers through her hair, slightly massaging her scalp. She hummed with approval and a small smile on her relaxed face. "The place looks amazing."
"Thank you." She finally opened her eyes and locked them with his. "I knew how much you were missing the holidays, especially since we're not in our home back in LA. So, I decided to buy a few things."
"A few things?" He chuckled. "Honey, the place looks like a home decor catalog. It's amazing..." he trailed. Y/N knew what was coming next as the smile disappeared from his face and he looked at her seriously. "You know you shouldn't be on your feet that long, climbing ladders, and certainly not lugging heavy stuff around." His voice was filled with concern. Since she told him she was pregnant, Tyler became more protective about her and the baby's health.
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