Beckett

I can’t do this. It’s just too much. I know I’ve let you down again big brother. Tell Y/N thank you for giving me yet another chance I didn’t deserve. Tell Beckett I love him but I just can’t be the father he needs right now. Not sure I ever will be. Beckett’s birth certificate and other important papers are in his diaper bag. I want you and Y/N to take custody of Beckett.

His signature appeared under with the date.

Peter read the letter. He frowned and furrowed his brow. “My wife’s friend is a great family law attorney. I’ll give her a call and figure out what you guys need to do next. I’ll be in touch.” Peter nodded then showed himself out.

“Son. I just don’t understand why you let him in again. Why you trusted him.” William stood in the living room. “This time he’s really messed up.”

Mike crossed his arms, his mouth was a thin line. “Wasn’t exactly my idea.” He shot a look at you.

“Don’t start again Mike. I know it’s all my fault. I’m too nice, too trusting, give people too many chances, which usually comes back to bite me in the ass. If he hadn’t been here, who knows where or with who he would have left Beckett with.” With your hands on your hips, you drew yourself taller. No way you were backing down. You feel angry tears threatening your resolve.

Anne stood beside you. “This is not Y/N’s fault. This rests solely on Matt. The only thing that matters right now is making sure that baby knows he is loved and will never be abandoned again.” Anne turned to you. “I’ll help you make some lunch. Maybe everyone will be a bit more amenable after they’ve eaten.”

William and Mike exchanged looks. Mike’s face softened and William looked at his feet.

“Right behind you, Anne.” You shook your head. “Both of you are unbelievable you know that. This is about Beckett, not me, not Matt or you William. This isn’t about placing blame if it is I’ll shoulder it. I’m a big girl because I know in my heart we did the right thing.” You started to follow Anne but turned back around. “Mike, you of all people should be thankful I’m forgiving and give multiple chances.” Mike gave you a wounded look as you went to the kitchen.

Later that evening after the kids had been given a bath and put to bed, you put on the tea kettle. While you waited for the kettle to heat up, you readied your mug with your tea bag and took the honey from the cabinet.

“Hey. Enough for two cups?” Mike shuffled into the kitchen. The two of you had barely talked to one another since earlier that afternoon.

“Yep.”

Mike hopped up to sit on the counter. “Hey. Stop for a second. Please look at me.” Mike took your hands and drew you to stand between his legs. “I’m sorry about this afternoon. I hate to see people take advantage of your good heart. I was angry but not with you. But I took my frustrations out on you and I apologize. ”

“ I do give people too many chances. I just, I saw Matt with Beckett and thought if anything can change a person, it’s becoming a parent.”

“You know one of the reasons I fell in love with you was your big heart and your ability to forgive. You always see the good in people.”

“I try.” You sighed heavily.

“We are here to discuss the matter of the minor child Beckett Sawyer Dodds, age three months. From statements, it looks like Matthew Dodds and his infant son began staying at the residence of Michael and Y/N Dodds on or about August 10. On October 13 he left without taking his son with him leaving a note requesting you and your wife take custody. Mother, Sarah Barnes, whereabouts are unknown.”

“That is correct your honor. The mother left shortly after Beckett was born and has made no contact since that time. Neither has Matthew, his whereabouts are also unknown. We request Beckett be placed in temporary custody ” The attorney that Peter introduced you to was amazing. She got an emergency hearing on Monday morning.

“I agree with the council. Sergeant Dodds. Mrs. Dodds. Do you agree to take temporary custody of said infant until any other family is found and if any other living relatives are not found, you are willing to take permanent custody?”

“Yes, your honor,” Mike responded.

Beckett was sleeping in your arms. “Yes, your honor. I agree.”

Judge Linden smiled. “We’ll schedule a permanent custody hearing at a later date. Barring any issues with home visits, which I don’t foresee, and if no other family members are found, you will be granted permanent custody at that time. Please see the court register. There are documents to sign. Good luck.”

“I can’t believe he’s a year old,” Mike held to a giggling Beckett who was covered in icing. Your home was filled with family and friends to celebrate his birthday.

The transition had been smooth. No other family members had come forward. Matt was in rehab in Mexico for the hundredth time and signed away rights. Sarah, Beckett’s mom had not been located. The adoption process was started three months ago and would be finalized next month.

“I know.” He had been such a delight. It was nice to have a baby in the house again. “I-uh-I’m going to refill the punch.”

Mike passed Beckett to Anne, who gave Mike a sad smile as you left the room. Mike watched you from the kitchen doorway. When you were unable to reach the extra punch bowl in the top cabinet, he easily passed it down to you.

“Thanks.”

He didn’t miss the tears that were in your eyes. “Hey. Talk to me.” He gently stopped your gait.

“I-I feel-,” you shook your head. “Nevermind. It’s not important.”

Mike brushed the tears from your cheeks. “It is important. Tell me. Please.”

“I-”

“Mom!” Isaac, Noah, and Julian came racing into the kitchen. “The girls just knocked down our castle.”

Cora, Jesse, and Audra were hot on their heels. “I not mean it!” Cora exclaimed through tears.

“You did it on purpose.” Isaac countered.

“Sorry,” Mike mouthed to you. “Okay. Everyone calm down. Out of the kitchen,” Mike said calmly and took charge of the situation. “We’ll talk tonight. Promise.”

“Sure,” you nodded and gave him a small smile.

“What a mess,” you muttered to yourself as you surveyed the damage after everyone had left. Paper plates, cups, and napkins were scattered around the house. Half ate cupcakes left behind, wrapping paper strewn around the room and balloons both inflated and flat rounded out the mess.

“Once the kids came down from their sugar high they crashed,” Mike said as he came into the family room. He passed you a hot cup of coffee, which you accepted gratefully. “Wow. Looks like a bomb went off in here.”

You chuckled. “Remind of today the next time I want to host a birthday party at home.” You sighed. “I guess I’ll grab some garbage bags so we can get started with the cleanup.”

Mike took your hand. “I thought we could talk. We got interrupted earlier.” Mike nodded to the couch. “Let’s sit,” Mike patted the seat beside him.

You placed your mug on the coffee table and wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked to the window. “I still struggle some days. Beckett and our baby would be close to the same age.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

Mike rose from the couch and joined you at the window. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you against his chest. “I think about that too.”

“I love him so much. It’s just hard. I can’t imagine not having him. And that’s the other thing…” You took a steadying breath. “What if Matt or Sarah come back and try to take him. I know it sounds selfish but he’s ours, not theirs. These are the thoughts that keep me awake at night and that make hypervigilant when I’m out with the kids. The adoption isn’t final-”

Mike turned you in his arms and cupped your face in his hands. “Hey. I would never let that happen. There is no way they could get him back even if they tried. Sarah abandoned him one week after he was born, Matt three months and he signed away all parental rights. Both are addicts and have made no attempt to check on his well being.” He pulled you to his chest and kissed your temple.

You just let him hold you for a couple minutes. “Yeah. I know you’re right,” you finally acknowledged.

Mike pulled back and looked down at you. His brows shot up in surprise and he put a hand over his heart. “Did-did you say I’m right? I’ve dreamed of this day and it’s here. And it’s just as wonderful as I hoped.” Mike fell onto the couch in a faux faint.

“What am I going to do with you?Hmmm?”

He grabbed your hand and pulled on top of him. “I can.” He placed a kiss to your lips. “Think.” A kiss to your jaw. “Of a few.” Kiss to your neck. “Things.”

“Isaac! Look at Mama!,” you made silly faces so he’d smile while Mike held the wiggly bundle in his arms. “There’s my little shark.” Isaac giggled and gave you a big smile.

You cut my head off,“ Mike complained as he browsed through the photos later that evening you had taken of Isaac.

"I was taking his picture, not yours Mike,” you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, but…” Mike said with a pout.

“Awww poor baby wants his picture taken? Okay. Lose the clothes big boy,” you suggested with a waggle of your brows.

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Morning After

Events following the night you and Mike met…and went home together. Goes along with how they met. Mentioned HERE

“Ugh,” your mouth was sticky and dry. Your head was pounding and you couldn’t move. A muscular arm wrapped around your middle and a heavy leg over yours held you in place. When you tried to move, he…Mike, his name was Mike, pulled you closer.

Cautiously you opened one eye at a time. It was just becoming light. Memories from last night came flooding into your mind. Putting that scum of a blind date in his place. Mike found it amusing that the guy was in tears. Him buying you a drink then another. You know for a fact you made the first move. Oh my God. Did he use a condom? You cringed.

Mike began to stir. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which was s surprise. “Mornin”, he crocked out.

Finally able to move, you turned in his arms. Goodness, he was beautiful. Dark hair, hazel eyes, and a rock hard body. No surprise you went home with him. “Good morning.” You grinned at him.

Mike pushed a strand of hair from your face. “So.”

“So.” The two of you stared at one another for a few moments. “I don’t know what uh-what I-”

“Have breakfast with me. I can make a mean ham and cheese omelet.”

“Sure. Just need to find my clothes,” you said with a giggle.

He sat up in the side of the bed. He passed you a shirt. “Here. Wear my shirt til we find the rest of your clothes.”

Your face had to be blood red. “Thanks.”

Mike grabbed his boxer shorts and pulled them on but not before you got a good look at his ass.

“I’ll start breakfast then we can look for your clothes,” he winked at you before he left the room.

Mike’s shirt was huge on you. You rolled up the sleeves and buttoned up the front, it skimmed your legs mid-thigh. On the way to the restroom, you spotted two open condom packages and breathed a sigh of relief.

After freshening up in the restroom, you joined Mike in the kitchen.

“Found your panties,” he said triumphantly. “Well, what’s left of them anyway.” A blush crossed his cheeks. “Sorry. I got a little overzealous.”

“I’ll make coffee,” you offered, trying to avoid Mike’s stare.

A few minutes later you were sitting across from Mike with coffee, toast and the biggest omelet you had ever seen. “This is all mine?”

“Hmmm?”

“This is a huge omelet-”

“I’ll finish what you don’t.” Mike shoveled a bit into his mouth. “So an ER nurse? I bet you’ve seen some stuff.”

“You have no idea,” you shook your head and took a sip of coffee. The two of you took turns asking one another questions. Mike was easy to talk to, free with information about himself and seemed genuinely interested in you.

“More coffee?” Mike held up the carafe.

“Please.” There was a long silence. “Listen. I’ve never done this before, so I don’t have anything to go by but is this how one night stands usually go?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. This is my first…hook up.” Mike looked into his cup of coffee. “I want to see you again. Maybe go out to dinner, a movie, whatever you want.”

“I’d really like that,” you smiled at him and received a dazzling smile in return.

“Great. I’ll pick you up tonight at 7?” His voice hopeful.

“Oh, I picked up a shift for a co-worker. I’m on til 11 tonight. But you could meet me at the diner across from the hospital. We can chow down on some greasy fries and get indigestion.”

Mike laughed. “I think I know the place.”

“Here. I’ll help you clean up.” You gathered your plate and placed it in the sink. When you turned to retrieve the pan off the stove, Mike was right there.

He dipped his head to meet his lips with yours. “Shower with me,” Mike pleaded. “I’m not ready to let you go.” His nose ran along your jaw as he gently nipped your neck.

“Then don’t.”

What amazing writing are you planning to post next? I love how you write for all the gorgeous SVU men! I am now a fan of Peter Stone because of you.

Thank you so much! Peter is fun to write for! I have a couple things for the SVU boys❤❤ I’ve had a lot of personal stuff, work, writers block and rewriting things cause I just haven’t been happy with how it was turning out. Hoping to get some things out this evening and tomorrow afternoon….fingers crossed! 🤞🏻🤞🏻

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More food here

“Fancy.” You smirked at Mike. “But, uh, where’s yours?”

Mike chuckled. “It’s their continental breakfast for two.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? I mean I could eat all this and still be hungry. We did work up an appetite this morning.”

“Hmmm…did we ever. Tell you what. Get dressed. There’s a pancake house down the street.”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

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Again…

Two months after… THIS

“I have to admit. Matt is different.” Mike watched as Matt played with Isaac and Cora. Beckett was asleep in the bouncy seat beside him.

It was a hard sell at first, but Mike agreed to let Matt stay until he could get on his feet. Matt had proven himself. He was off drugs, went to NA, got a job in a coffee shop, and spent whatever free time he had with Beckett.

“He’s doing really well,” you mused then sipped your coffee. “Plus. It’s fun being an aunt. I love watching Beckett while Matt is at work. Cora is pretty smitten too.”

“You’re an amazing woman, Y/N. Such a big heart, always forgiving, and giving people second chances."

“You are one lucky man, Michael Dodds,” you bumped your hip into his with a smirk.

“Don’t you think I know that?” He responded with a chuckle and slid an arm around your waist.

A tug of your sleeve and Isaac’s gentle voice woke you from a deep sleep. “Mama. Beckett is crying.”

“Hmmm…? Uncle Matt will get him, baby.”

Isaac climbed into bed. “Mama. He been crying a long time.”

“Everything okay?” Mike turned mumbled as he turned over. Isaac snuggled into Mike’s arms. He kidded Isaac’s head.

“Yeah. Go back to sleep babe.”

As you trudged down the hall, Beckett’s cries became more hysteric. “How the hell is he sleeping through that.” You knocked on the door and entered when Matt didn’t answer. “Hey. Shhh. Come here, buddy. Shhh.” He started settling soon after being picked up. “Where Daddy? Hmmm?” That’s when the note caught your eye. “Son of a-”

“Michael. Wake up. We have a problem.” Beckett was finally content after you made him a bottle.

“What’s wrong? Is it the kids?” Mike sat up fully awake.

“See for yourself.” You shoved the letter in his face. Mike reached for his glasses on his bedside stand. His brow furrowed as he read it. “Damn it. I knew it. I told you.” Mike raised his voice.

Domestic/Family Prompt List

harryspaceshipmchale:

because what’s cuter than imagining your OTP being disgustingly domestic and having a family?

Pick a number and I’ll write a prompt for your ship based on…

“Honey, where are the keys?”

“He/she’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Did you forget the baby wipes?”

“Wait… is he/she walking?”

“If you don’t get down here on the count of 3… 2… 1…”

“I can’t find my shoe.”

“Wouldn’t it be cute if he/she had a sibling…?”

“STOP SCREAMING!”

“Have you put his/her sunscreen on?”

“Wait… hold your hand here… they’re kicking!”

“Eww… gross.”

“Stop embarrassing me.”

“Because we are your parents and if you don’t listen to us then…”

“You want to dance around the living room?”

“You have got to stop doing that.”

“What are you doing?”

“Can you play a game with me?”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Woahh… Mom/Dad look over there!”

“I want to go on that one.”

“He/She’s so tiny.”

“Shh… be quiet.”

“Can you sing me a song?”

“Where’s your blanket?”

“I want Mommy.”

“I want Daddy.”

“GO. AWAY!”

“Can you tie my laces?”

“Daddy/Mommy will teach you.”

“I’m not scared.”

“He/she’s not going to hurt him/herself.”

“Did he/she just say…”

“Was that his/her first word?”

“Do not say that again.”

“Get back here!”

“I’m going to get you!”

“I’ll pick him/her up.”

“Don’t stay up too late.”

“Here, taste this.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Come on!”

“Hold my hand.”

“That’s it.”

“Good job, buddy.”

“WOOO! You’re doing so well!”

“Let’s do this!”

“Take a picture! Take a picture!”

“Where are we going?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Do not come in.”

“Go to your room! Now!”

“Pew, pew!”

“No, you have to do it like this.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“You’ll be okay.”

“Get in the car.”

“We’re going home.”

“I don’t want to go!”

“We are leaving even if I have to physically drag you to the car.”

“Can we get a dog?”

“What’s his/her name?”

“Can I hold him/her?”

“That’s weird.”

“Can I come?”

“It’s only for grown-ups.”

“I’m so tired.”

“Do you want to get a babysitter tonight?”

“Are we seriously going to watch this movie for the seventeenth time?”

“He/She likes it.”

“Well, I don’t want to.”

“Do it again!”

“It’s not that funny.”

“You’re the best.”

“I love you Mommy.”

“I love you Daddy.”

“Can I get this for Mom/Dad?”

“Why can’t I do it?”

“You will never guess what I just saw him/her doing…”

“Stop being ‘consending’.”

“What did you just say?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Did you pack his/her toy?”

“I’m not stopping the car again.”

“Turn it off.”

“It’s three o’clock in the morning!”

“I miss you.”

“What’s that… what’s that on the wall… is… is that CRAYON?”

“Tidy your room.”

“Why is this under here?”

“I didn’t do it! He/she did!”

“Don’t blame your brother/sister.”

“Get your stuff, we’re leaving.”

“You have five minutes.”

“We’re late!”

“We’re going to miss it…”

“Can I have a cuddle?”

“Family group hug!”

“I’m so happy.”

Looking for some fluff requests for my AU’s.

Could I get something of Dodds Sr and Anne watching the kids?

“So. What do you want to do first?” William clasped his hands together. Anne and William enthusiastically agreed to watch the kids for the evening so you and Mike could have a date night.

“Legos!” Isaac exclaimed. “We build a car, Pappy!” He ran to his room to get collect said Legos. When he came back he dumped them all over the carpet.

“Wow, Isaac,” William chuckled, “that is some collection. So you want to build a car? You know your Dad loved to make things with Lego when he was your age.

“Me and Daddy build stuffs. Mama does too.” Isaac pressed together a long, slender building block with a wheel.

“Me pways.” Cora plopped down beside William grabbing at the block.

“Cora! No! You are too little. These are my blocks. Go play with the baby blocks.” Isaac snatched the Lego from Cora causing her to have an instant meltdown.

Anne rushed into the family room from the kitchen where she was preparing dinner. “What in heavens name is going on? Is she hurt?” Anne took Cora from William and snuggled her to her chest. “Shh. It’s okay sugar.”

“Isaac Michael Dodds, was that nice?” William chided him. “Pick up all these blocks. Then apologize to your sister.”

Isaac started his own waterworks. It was rare he got in trouble with either Anne or William. “But-but these are big boy blocks. Not for baby’s.” Isaac sniffed.

William sighed, then knelt down to Isaac’s level. “C’mere buddy. We don’t take things out of peoples hands, right?” Isaac nodded. “Okay. Let’s go apologize to Cora.”

Cora was sitting on the counter with Anne standing next to her. “I’m sorry, Cora.” She grinned at Isaac and gave him a slice of cheese. “I think all is forgiven. Now wash up for dinner.”

Isaac was scrapping the bottom of his after finishing his ice cream. “Memaw. Are you Daddy’s Mama?”

“Well uh no. I’m his step-mama.” She replied exchanging a look with William. “Why do you ask darlin’?”

Isaac sighed. “I asked Daddy and Mama. They said in every way that matters.”

Anne looked at William, who gave her a wink. Anne cleared her throat. “How bout another scoop of ice cream?”

After dinner the kids got a bubble bath then jammies. They picked out a movie and settled on the couch. “Annie is Mama’s favorite movie. She knows all the songs and sings. She’s not very good. Daddy can sing real good. Mama said that’s why she falled in love with him.”

William looked over the kids heads and smiled at Anne. She returned the smile, then blew him a kiss.

When you and Mike arrived home, you found the four of them asleep on the sectional sofa. Cora was lying on William’s chest and Isaac was curled into Anne’s side.

“Oh they are just the cutest,” you remarked quietly. Pulling your phone from your purse, you snapped a quick picture. “Should we put the kids on their beds?”

“Really think that’s a good idea?” Mike whimpered. “I mean I can think of better things to do than trying to get two toddlers back to sleep.” He grinned at you suggestively.

“Well what are you waiting for?” You giggled and gently tugged on his hand leading him toward the bedroom.