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🌼 you're lucky i love you- samuel drake🌼

warnings: reader is pregnant! also this was my first x reader in a very long time so I apologize if it is bad lol

words: 1.5K

(also the music is for ambiance if you don't like billy joel try heart of glass. it gives the same feel (:. i feel like he listens to 70s, 80s rock music yeah? discuss lmao)

A salty, meat-like aroma filled my nostrils and I instantly woke up from the delicious smell of the cooking. The light from the white curtains gave the room a calming ambiance. Billy Joel (or your 80's music of choice) was playing on the living room speaker played quietly, and the lights were lit dimly.

There was a soft white blanket placed on my swollen, pregnant body, and a black round pillow was placed behind my head for support, and even my favorite old stuffed animal that I got from my parent's house when I moved into my fiancée, Samuel's apartment.

The blanket, pillow, smell, or comforting music weren't there before I fell asleep on my husband's busted up, brown leather couch. I sat up, and instantly a voice was calling to me.

"Hey, hey, hey relax, sweetheart!" it had called out to me with a thick Boston accent, so I laid back down with a groan. It was Sam, being a bigger mother-hen than me. "I should listen to you why?" I groaned, dragging out the sentence like a child, which made him let out a small snort. "That's real cute, hun... real cute.." Sam mumbled the last part to himself as he stirred the food in our kitchen, a bit softer.

The sizzling sound became even louder, which made my mouth water. I felt my bigger-than-normal tummy rumble, putting a hand on it. "What are you cooking?" I inquired, trying to sneak a look over the couch to see what he was cooking. "Ah ah ah... I see what you are doin', lay back down princess. You can sneak a glance when you are eating. "Its a surprise!" Sam reassured, standing on his tippy toes so I could see his soft eyes meet mine, as he poked his head over the couch.

I smiled at him brightly. I listened to the words of the music relaxing more and closing my eyes when the specific smells got stronger suddenly. Garlic powder, cayan pepper, and other spices filled my nose. Wow, I surprised myself. Pregnant smell powers really came in handy when your husband is whipping up a surprise for you.

He came around the couch, holding two large platters and set them onto the glass coffee table. He wore his favorite shirt, the 'Fletcher Clarke's 1956' shirt which was worn out from every adventure he had gone out solo after Nathan and his hunt for Henry Avery's pirate treasure. Sam turned the music down so we could talk, then helped me sit up. I finally saw the food, and couldn't believe my eyes. I looked up at him, to try and see if he saw the same thing I saw.

"...Samuel Drake. Steak with chocolate syrup? Are you out of your mind?" I demanded with utter confusion. I wouldn't really be so mad if I weren't pregnant, but he looked so goddamn full of glee and I wanted to know why he ruined this beautiful dinner that he spent probably a really long time on. 

Sam's proud look stayed on his face, taking a seat next to me. His steak dinner didn't have chocolate syrup, instead, his had steak sauce and a basil leaf garnish. Like a normal human fucking being.

"I heard the other day you said you wanted ice-cream with pickles, then chips with extra black pepper on them. So I tried to make a guess at your next craving... was I right?" he concluded, gesturing with to the grand dinner.

Normally I would think it was the sweetest thing in the world and kiss him all over, but... my hormones took over and I just hissed.

"No." I chided, simply crossing my arms over my chest. I glared at the man I had been married to for about two years of my life. And known for four. But, then I saw his face change from pure proud happiness to:

"I'm sorry, baby..." Sam's eyes faltered down at the food he cooked, then at his lap. Sam rubbed the back of his neck, looking uneasy as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably at how pissed off I was. It made me feel bad, so instead, I softened whatever pissed off look I gave him and put my hand on his back to reassure him. "Baby no wait, I will eat it... I am sure I will love it!" I smiled at him, looking down at the steak which was slathered in so much damn chocolate sauce.

Sam looked up at me, a chuckle erupting in his throat which confused me. It was sort of comforting but... He then switched the plates to give me his plate which was dowsed in steak sauce. "Was... this one right? With cayan pepper and steak sauce every damn where?" Samuel bantered, his fake pout turning into a returning banterful smirk.

My eyes fell upon the delicious-looking steak and practically drooled. "Sam you are a huge fucking dick..." I seethed, shaking my head.

Sam twisted his head to look up at me. "I wouldn't word it that way, baby." He winked, "Even though it's not proper grammar you are on the right track-" I punched him in the arm. "Ow- what the hell was that for?"

"What are you going to eat now?" I questioned him, gesturing with my fork.
"Ah... I might've made a third one." Sam smiled, getting up to go to the kitchen.

He came back with a small glass of scotch that tinkled with ice and another plate. "Aww... now you are just teasing me..." I whined, starting to eat the amazing food he cooked for me even though it probably wasn't good for my skincare routine coated in all of this pepper and powder.

"Huh?" Sam asked, his hand already wrapped around the glass and sipping. He placed it onto the glass coffee table which made a 'tink!' and began to dig into his own food.

"I want a rosé so badlyy..." I sighed with a mouthful of food. And like that my food was finished.

Sam looked at me, his eyes widened with concern as he swallowed his food. He looked at my plate, then back up at me. "Okay number one you cannot have alcohol... number two... are you okay sweetheart? You want a nap?" He asked, only a third done with his food and still not used to me being the first one done eating.

I nodded, a nap sounding the best thing ever.

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After Samuel ate, he did the dishes, and cleaned the kitchen he picked me up bridal style and took me to the bedroom. He tucked me in, then climbed into the bed next to me. He wrapped his arm around my stomach, laying his head on my chest as he listened to my heartbeat. I found it to be so damn romantic. Even though I was puffy and swollen, he still loved me for who I was. I am growing a tiny us inside of me.

He told me he would stop smoking for the baby, which was truly amazing. I couldn't get him to stop that habit for anything...

After about ten minutes of staring at the ceiling and breathing Sam was the first one to speak. "If it's a girl you think we could name her Charlotte..?" He asked me, tracing down his finger and making circles on my stomach as he stared at it. He stared as if he was thinking about all of the things he would do to protect the little girl/boy. Tossing the ball around. A father-daughter dance... giving the kid the talk...

"Charlotte?" I murmured, looking down at him, and studying his facial features. His eyebrows looked unfurrowed, and there were no lines on his forehead. His eyes were very much droopy. I didn't feel his finger tracing my stomach anymore, and he never answered my inquiry. He fell asleep. I put my hand in his hair to play with the dark locks comfortingly, using the other hand to pull covers up onto us. "Yes... Goodnight baby," I whispered as I kissed his head lightly. I closed my eyes, drifting off into a very easy sleep.

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(this was the first chapter ive done in a while, I'm sorry if it has bad grammar but i hope you guys like it! it will be strictly female x reader, or genderfluid, but no male im sorry.)

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