Sons of Anarchy - Reader x Son Fan Fic

What Hale Deserves

Summer in California could be truly brutal, you thought as the sweat trickled down your spine. It was even worse now that you were carrying around additional weight. Your toes, as well as more intimate parts of your body, sometimes felt like a distant memory because your belly had prevented you from doing your regular maintenance. You'd intended to fix that today.

"Big as a freaking house," you grumbled, staring at the clippers you'd just dropped on the floor.

You'd just hopped out of the shower a few minutes ago, but the broken air conditioner had meant that your clean body was already giving way to the heat of the day. You'd planned to air dry under the fan and do some simple trimming. Only, you couldn't really reach your toes and in the effort to contort in such a way as to do something about your nails, you'd dropped the metal shining back at you from the floor.

"I give up," you muttered. "I'll just be an ugly, unkempt, fat cow for the rest of my life," you said, sitting on the edge of the bed as tears started to spark in your eyes. Your head fell to your hands as the streaks of water slipped over your cheeks. 

Ten minutes later, you were still naked, sweating, and crying when David found you.

"Sweetheart?" he asked, his voice concerned. He stopped removing his shirt at the third button and jogged over to you, crouching down to your knees.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, his warm hands gentle as he pulled at your hands to see your face, which you were certain would be blotchy at this point.

"I can't reach my toes!" you cried, pointing to them as you raised them off the floor. "And I dropped the clippers," you explained, gesturing to the metal still on the carpet.

"And I'm fat and ugly and nothing fits but your shirts, which means I can't go out in public," you continued. A hiccup caught you as you spoke and then, you looked David square in the eyes.

"You're married to a lagoon creature and you're going to leave me!" you wailed before you buried your head back in your hands.

"Baby, no," David said, his voice soft and sweet, which only made you cry harder.

He moved up and lifted you against him until he had you pulled fully onto the top of the bedspread. Cradling your body close, he ran his left hand through the hair covering your face as he pushed it back. Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead before pulling your hands away and raining light kisses over your face.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "You do this to me, every time I see you," he said, pulling your hand to his chest, where his heart was beating hard.

"Every single day, I fall more and more in love with you, sweetheart," he continued. "And, every single minute, I want no one else but you," he finished.

You snorted, shaking your head as you looked at him. What he said was impossible. You'd been so miserably pregnant for the last month that you'd barely had the energy to keep yourself clean, let alone worry about makeup or other, more enticing things.

"Don't believe me?" he challenged. He then grabbed your right hand and pulled it down below his belt, over the fabric of his uniform, where you found him hard to the touch. Your eyes flew to his in confusion and he smiled and shrugged slightly.

"I came home to my beautiful wife completely naked," he said. "The reaction was a given."

"Really?" you asked, still unsure, despite what you'd felt. How was it possible that he was even remotely attracted to you? Your belly looked like it had been visited by Freddy Kruger or Edward Scissorhands.

"Hmm," he responded, bending his head to place a wet kiss at the juncture of your neck. You sighed into the sensation, tilting your head away so that he would continue.

David's left hand moved to cup your breast, which had become heavy with the impending addition to your family. He massaged it lightly, stroking his thumb over your hardened nipple as he continued to feather kisses over your skin. In mere seconds, he had you panting and clutching at him.

"So beautiful," he murmured against you, his head moving down as his hand graced over you lightly until he was cupping you. Your thighs fell open as his mouth pulled your left nipple into his mouth. Your breath became ragged as his fingers began to play with your lips before slipping inside of you.

"David," you cried, the back of your head pushing into the bed as he stroked you slowly.

"Every day," he said, moving to trace kisses over your large belly. "I'm blessed with having you in my life," he said, his eyes coming up to meet yours.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he noted, his eyes warm and so loving.

"I love you," you whispered, your hands coming up to cradle his face. He smiled that wide, easy smile that had taken your heart the first time you'd seen it. He then moved up, lifting his head to kiss you as his hand continued to work magic on your body.

As he was thus occupied, you finished the task he'd started and removed his shirt, tugging at his undershirt until his chest was bare. His fingers were making your mind scatter with pleasure, but you were able to unclasp his belt and push at his pants until, finally, he was bare to your touch. He groaned into your neck as your hand gripped him firmly, moving slowly from base to tip.

"I want you," you whispered into his ear and he shifted immediately, pulling your body up slightly to stuff a pillow under your hips before he angled and then pushed inside.

"Baby," he moaned, his eyes closing as his face blanked with pleasure.

You squeezed him internally, causing him to moan again as his head fell back for a moment, his body tense as he strained not to move. When he could take it no longer, he pulled back and then sank into you again, his hands falling to either side of you on the bed. Slowly, achingly, he pushed and pulled into you as he whispered how much joy you brought him.

"There's no one else for me, sweetheart," he half-spoke, half-moaned. "My whole life is yours," he vowed, curling down and into you as he ground low and deep, ripping a moan from your throat as you felt him everywhere.

"Yes, David," you cried, your hands coming up and pulling at him.

He half collapsed to you, devouring your mouth as his angle changed and you began to spiral. Moaning and gasping into him, your hold tightened until your body was overcome with the swell of pleasure. You called out again as David continued to roll into you, his breath harsh against your lips as he lost himself to the joy and fell over the precipice with you.

In the minutes that followed, David angled the two of you to the side and ran his hands down your back in soothing, easy strokes. With soft, warm lips, he kissed your collarbone and spoke against your flesh.

"My perfect wife," he murmured. "I'll spend my life working to deserve you."