Big Hero 6 x Reader One Shots

(126): Long Nights

Fred x Reader & a baby, because why not. Enjoy. (Unedited).

You stand in front of the window, staring out. Your eyes kept looking down the street, where you waited for headlights. Your husband, Fred, was late again. He did this occasionally. He was a super hero, after all; crime didn't rest during the nights.

It was a constant worry that was always hard on you. The only thing that made it better was your (daughter/son) named (baby_name). Currently, (he/she) is cradled in your arms, sound asleep. (He/she) is four months old, with Fred's straight, light brown hair and your big (e/c) eyes.

You smile as light floods the street. He's finally home. Fred steps out of the car, dragging his feet down the sidewalk. You open the front door. "Look who's finally home," You say.

Fred smiles and kisses you. "I'm sorry. I hate leaving you two here so much."

"We're okay," You say. "Besides, (he/she) isn't that much of a problem. . . mostly (he/she) just sits around and tears away at your comic books."

All of the color floods from Fred's face. "W-What-"

"Kidding, Freddie!" You say with a laugh. Fred takes a deep breath. "You didn't think that I was serious, did you?"

"I had no idea," He says. "But you almost made Freddie sick. Thanks a lot."

You laugh and kiss Fred. "I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you," He replies. "Now, let's get (baby_name) in bed and then we can finally get some sleep."

The two of you walk into the bedroom just across the hall from yours. You set (him/her) in the bed and pull the thin (color) blanket over their legs. You kiss (his/her) forehead and pull away. Fred touches (baby_name)'s cheek and pulls away, whispering, "Love you."

Once in bed, you lay your head on Fred's chest. He immediately closes his eyes. As soon as the two of you fall asleep, (baby_name) starts crying.

Fred groans. You push him back down on the covers. "I'll get (him/her)."

"No, no. I will." Fred climbs out of bed. He walks into the nursery.

After a while, he still hasn't come back. The crying has stopped, though.

"Fred?" You ask quietly. You walk into the nursery to find Fred, snoring loudly from the rocking chair, holding a (baby_name), who's also snoring. You shake your head and smile. "You guys are dorks."