//Nothing dramatic. Just sooner than y’all planned//

At the time you got pregnant, you and Mike had been together in a committed relationship for 6 years. Very rarely did you use protection, so when those two pink lines popped up, you weren’t surprised.

You were trying to figure out how and when to tell Mike. Maybe you could make dinner, get him drunk then tell him, or during sex. “Hmmm..” you hid the stick in the back of the bathroom cabinet. 

“Where are you, Y/N?”, Mike called out in an excited voice.

“Office”, you called back to him. Removing your glasses and shutting your laptap your looked up to find him with a smile from ear to ear. “Well someone had a good day” and you smiled back at Mike.

“Remember when my dad talked about the transfer to Anti-Crime?” Mike came around and leaned against the desk looking down at you.

You knew where this was going- another move. Feeling your smile fall, you took a deep breath, “Uh, yeah. In New York, right?”

“I got it. We move to New York in two months. Isn’t that great?” He leaned down and kissed your head. “I’m goning order some Thai. Want your usual?”

“Yeah, sure.” you responded flatly. Once Mike was out the door, your head fell to your arms that were resting on the desk. “Holy shit.”

Later that night you came from the bathroom after a shower. Mike was lying in bed on his stomach watching TV. ‘It’s now or never’, you said to yourself. 

Climbing onto the bed, you stratled Mikes lower back. As you ran your hands up his back and over his shoulders, you commented, “I have some big news too.” 

“Oh yeah? That feels good by the way.” Mike answered.

“Feeling relaxed?” you continued massaging Mike’s back. His response was a nod. Swallowing the lump in your throat you continued,  “Okay. So, God, uh, I’m…pregnant. About five weeks.” You felt Mike tense immediately.

He flipped over making you slide off him. Mike sat at the side of the bed, “Pregnant. As in we’re going to be parents. Wow.”

Crawling over to him, you put your arms around Mike’s neck. He placed his hands over yours. “Are you mad?”, you asked sheepishly.

Mike let out a held breath. “Mad? No. Surprised? 100%. I mean I know we really never use protection, so not shocked. Just…wow.”

You sat back on your heels staring at Mike’s back. He turned around, “So, a baby. Okay. I’m going to be a dad.” He smiled big. “I like the sound of that.” He wrapped you on his arms

carisi-dreams:

people being in love with veronica warms my heart so much. love you, too! takes place a little after this

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“They’ve been like this ever since I moved in,” Veronica was explaining as she led Razor into the kitchen.

She had traded her work uniform of a shirt and pants to an airy sundress and had piled her hair on her head. The edge of her dress brushed Razor’s pant leg as she moved past him and he swayed a little in her direction before refocusing on the cabinets in question. The doors were indeed crooked and didn’t quite close. Razor reached out a hand to push it closed gently before releasing it. It creaked back open immediately and he pursed her lips before turning to face her again.

“Are those reading glasses?” Razor asked in lieu of addressing the cabinets at the moment. Veronica paused in putting the dishes away out of the dishwasher and fixed him with an amused look.

“No, they’re no. My eyes get tired after work and I swap put my contacts to give my eyes a break,” she replied with a small smile before grabbing a glass and placing it gently in the cabinet closest to her. “What do you think about the cabinet doors?”

Razor looked up at the doors in question again and frowned a little. “If I fix them will you go on a date with me?” he asked with an innocent smile.

Veronica straightened and narrowed her eyes at him a little. She bit her cheek and looked up towards the ceiling for a moment before sighing and meeting his gaze head on. The look in her eye was steely and unamused and Razor almost took a step, forward or back he wasn’t sure, before he caught himself and kept his feet planted.

“We’re not at work anymore. You don’t have to keep pretending to flirt with me. This is my apartment. I don’t much feel like pretending here,” she said after a long pause. She wore the same serious expression and Razor gave her a quizzical look.

“Pretend?” he repeated. She gave a dry laugh and shook her head at him a little.

“Yeah. Pretend to flirt with me. It’s cute and I don’t mind when we’re there, but don’t do that here. I appreciate it for what it is,” she replied. Razor tilted his head a little and studied her face.

“Which is what?” he asked slowly and this time he did take a step forward. Veronica tensed, but held her ground.

“Protection,” she answered with a slight tilt up of her chin.

“You think I flirt with you to protect you…? From what? Who? Everyone who works there is under our protection. I don’t need to flirt with you to do that,” Razor pointed with a small gesture.

“Stop playing naive, Andre,” Veronica snapped and he looked momentarily taken aback. “Not everyone who works there is a transgirl either, now are they? You pretending to take a liking to me keeps people off my back. I appreciate that. But you—”

“I like you,” Razor interrupted with an impatient hand gesture. “I don’t flirt with you for any other reason than that. If anyone ever tried to hurt you I’d take care of it, regardless of whether or not you ever go on a date with me, but that’s because I also genuinely like you as a person. I respect you. Eres bonita y inteligente. You’re sweet—all the girls love you—but you don’t take any shit. You’re my type, ask Nick.”

“That’s easy to say now. How about when someone yells slurs or epithets at you? Or speaks them under their breath as they pass you on the street?” she asked as she set her jaw.

“That’s not my problem,” Razor waved away and he took another cautious step forward.

“It’ll be your problem when one of your little hermanos says something. I know that Sonny and Nick have their ways, and I’m still truly surprised about that to this day. But you can’t tell me everyone in your MC is as progressive,” Veronica pointed out with an arch of her brow.

“Again, that’s not my problem,” Razor repeated in a low voice and when it looked like she was going to go on he kept going. “It’ll be their problem,” he said confidently in a dangerous voice and for a moment she was reminded of his nickname.

“How’d you get your nickname?” she asked. Razor seemed a bit taken aback at the change in topics, but slipped back into an easy smile and loose body language.

“Tell you when we go on our third date,” he teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows. The tension in the room was broken and Veronica rolled her eyes before crossing the room to the refrigerator. She pulled out a pitcher of lemonade and grabbed two glasses out of the dishwasher and he smiled and turned back to the cabinets in question with a disgruntled expression.

“I still haven’t agreed to the first date,” she reminded him as she crossed the room and handed him a glass. He took a swallow and winked at her.

“Yet,” he finished. “Now, do you have a tool box?”

thatonecurlygirl:

Fandom: Law and Order: SVU

Sonny x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Angst, death, violence.

Based on this song: Hold On by Chord Overstreet.

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The delicious aroma of your freshly baked blueberry muffins and the coffee that Sonny just finished brewing fills every corner of your shared apartment. The two of you sit across from each other at the small breakfast table and enjoy your muffins and coffees to the soothing sounds of Sinatra playing in the background. You love peaceful moments like these, just you and him enjoying each others company. You don’t always have the time to do this so you always enjoy it when you do. Between you and Sonny, your schedules are usually pretty busy – him more than you – so you try to make mornings like this happen as often as possible before one or both of you have to go to work.

“I wish you could come with me to Joel and Stacy’s today.” You say with your bottom lip poked out in a pout.

“Yeah, me too.” Sonny sighs. “But just think, this time next month the four of us will be on vacation and we won’t have to worry about work.”

“I can’t wait!” You exclaim in excitement. “Sun, sand, sea… another three letter ’s’ word.” You suggest with a wink and a smirk.

Sonny raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. “Maybe we can practice that last one later tonight, make sure it’s perfected.” He winks.

“Oh, I can say with confidence that we’ve perfected that, but I’m always up for some pregame practice.” You snicker and seductively lick your lips.

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