Meeting Amaro II

*mentions of physical abuse*

“What the hell was that? You were fucking him with your eyes, Y/N” Sam barked. “Another couple minutes and I think you would have screwed him right there.” Sam pushed you up against the car.

“Well, at least I didn’t fuck a co-worker, Sam. Someone I have to see every day.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Sam backhanded you across the cheek so hard you saw stars and tears stung your eyes.

Sam grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the car.”Oof.” The wind was knocked out of you.

“That wouldn’t have happened if-”

“NYPD. Back away from her Sam.” The strong voice was a welcome sound. “Now turn around, slowly. Put your hands behind your head.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you. “This isn’t over.” He gave you a malicious smile before turning around, making your skin crawl.

Nick hurried over, handcuffed Sam, shoved him in his car, then radioed for a patrol car and a medic. Once that was done, he approached you. He gently grasped your shoulders. “Are you okay?” He gingerly touched your face where a bruise was already forming.

You sucked air through your teeth and winced. “Ah.” Nick’s jaw clenched at your pain. “I’m fine. Really. I’ve had…,” you cleared your throat. “I’m fine.”

You saw the disbelief in his eyes. Nick shook his head. “This isn’t the first time he-” Nick stopped his question. He already knew the answer. He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. It’s not any…”

The arrival of the squad and cops halted the conversation, much to your relief. This was not a conversation you wanted to have with a stranger. A medic helped you onto the back of the squad. You watched as Nick hauled Sam out of his car and into the cruiser.

“So how soon will he be out?” Nick looked surprised at your question. You averted your gaze from NIck to your feet.

“I don’t think anything is broke, but you should still get an X-ray. Examined for a concussion.” The medic put a small bandage over the small cut on your cheek.

You nodded your head. “Thanks.” When you looked back to Nick, he was studying you. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Uh, you’ll need to give a statement. I assume you are pressing charges?” You nodded in the affirmative. Nick offered his hand to help you from the squad. “C’mon. I’ll give you a ride. But first, the hospital.”

Nick left you with one of the officers to give your statement. “I’ll be right back.” He touched your shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, Marino. How ya doin’?” They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

“Nick. You gotta see this guys file.” He pushed it to him. “I don’t know how he is still on the streets, let alone a doctor.”

Multiple assault, domestic violence, harassment and other charges- all dropped or dismissed. A couple were from you, the rest were from other women, over the last 10 years. He looked over where you were sitting. Now he understood your question about how soon Sam would be out.

“He is a piece of work. She okay?” Marino nodded toward you.

Looking over to where you were sitting, he sighed. “Yeah. She will be. I’ll be sure of it.” He turned back to Marino. “Where is he?”

“Mr.- excuse me, Dr. Wonderful,” Marino said sarcastically, “is making his one phone call.”

“Hey, baby. It’s Sam. I need something-” He chuckled. “We’ll get to that later. I need a favor…”

Could you do a makeup sex story that follows the fight for the x readers pregnancy reveal with Mike plz?

// Continuation of THIS. Also, I am making this into two separate answers. I don’t feel she would just jump back in the sack with Mike. They need to rebuild trust 🙂 //

A month later and the texts, calls, flowers, cards hadn’t stopped. Finally one night, in a moment of weakness, you answered Mike’s call. Between the pregnancy hormones, a crappy day at work and the sappy movie, you were a sitting duck.

“Y/N. You answered.” He let out a breath. “How are you?”

“Pregnant”, you snapped. Mike was silent. You exhaled before answering his question. “Sorry. I’m good. You?”

“I’ve been okay. I’d like to talk in person. Can I come over?” His voice pleaded. You contemplated what he said. “Y/N? You there?”

“Mike. I don’t know if tha-”

“Please. I know I was an asshole. I want to apologize. In person. Please.” He sounded sincere.

“Fine. C’mon over.” No sooner than had you ended the call, then there was a knock at your front door. You shuffled to answer the door and was surprised to see Mike standing on the other side. “Mike. What are you- I just hung up with you.“

“’You should really see who’s at the door before just opening it. I could’ve been some crazy person…"

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “a crazy person? Seriously Michael?” Opening the door wider, you gestured for him to come in. “I was just about to have some hot cocoa. Want some?”

“Please. I haven’t had hot cocoa in years” he trailed behind you to the kitchen. “Wow, Y/N. Your stomach.” Mike remarked when your shirt rode up reaching for a mug.

Tugging at your shirt self consciously, you looked down. While your belly wasn’t huge, but there was definitely a noticeable bump. “I woke up one morning and it just kinda was…there.” A smile crossed your lips.

“Can, can I touch it…your belly?” Mike cautiously walked toward you.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Sure. Here”, taking his hand, you guided it to your belly. “Nothing really to feel. Just feels likeI’m bloated.” You said with a little laugh.

Mike dropped to his knees. “Wow, Y/N.” When he looked up at you, there were tears in his eyes. “That’s my-our baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your belly.

It took you totally off guard. Hesitantly, you ran your fingers through his hair. God, you missed him, even though he had been horrible. In his defense, he had been trying to apologize and make things right.

Suddenly Mike stood, cupped your face and kissed you. At first, you resisted but melted into his arms and kiss. He pulled away. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

You stood gaping at him as he ran his hands through his hair. Your fingers touched where Mike’s lips had just been. Unable to move, or speak, you just stood there and stared at him. Heart and brain battling one another.

Mike ran his hand through his hair. “I’m, uh, I’m going to go.” He turned on his heel, footsteps falling hard and fast on the wood floor.

“No. Wait.” Sprinting into the living room, you skidded to a stop feet from Mike. “Don’t leave. Not again. Please.”

Mike paused and turned to back to you. The tears that you been holding back were seeping from the corners of your eyes. He reached you in two long strides. Lifting you off the ground he squeezed you to him. “I’ll never leave you again Y/N. Never leave our child. I love you both so much.” He smoothed your hair and buried his face in your shoulder.

“ I love you too Mike.” He sat you back down on your feet and kissdd your lips gently.

I am glad Nick did not go further with the stripper. How does he begin to win the Reader’s trust back?

Two months since you and Nick had essentially become roommates. He had been making every effort he could to show you he was sorry and gain back your trust. Flowers at work, making dinner, taking you on dates and bringing you coffee at work. The two of you actually had conversations again. If he couldn’t talk, he would at least send you a text. And he never left the house without letting you know when he would be back and where he was going. If he was going to be late, he was sure to tell you. Your trust was building every day.

Things were starting to get back to normal. Except for one thing- sex. There was intimacy slowly coming back Kisses and hugs goodnight and goodbye were exchanged. You held hands at the park the other day. And every morning you woke up in his arms. The only thing missing was sex. Images of a woman grinding and kissing Nick popped into your head and killed whatever passion you would happen to be feeling.

Those thoughts were going through your head when you heard a familiar voice. Turning you saw Nick hobble toward you with a wince. “Y/N.” He kissed your cheek.

“Are you okay? Why are you limping?” Looking him up and down quickly, you didn’t see any other injuries.

“Just twisted my ankle chasing down a perp,” Nick smirked and jerked his head over to a man handcuffed to a gurney. “Got him though.” A uniformed officer stood watch over a rough looking man on a gurney.

“C’mon. Let’s take a look at that ankle.” You motioned for him to follow you to an empty bed.

“Nah. I’m okay. Th-”

“Nicholas Amaro do not be stubborn. I will call security”, you said with a grin.

Nick studied your face for a beat then decided he better listen. “Yes, ma’am.” Nick started walking, well limping back to one of the pods. He lowered to one of the stretchers.

“Let’s get your shows off.” Untying his shoe and slipping it off revealed a swollen, ankle with different shades of blue and purple. “Wiggle your toes, Nick.” He did but with considerable pain. “I don’t think it’s broke, but I’m going to order an Xray and start a chart.”

Helping Nick in the house turned out to be challenging. He almost fell several times just getting out to the car using crutches. “Here. Lean on me.“ You wrapped an arm around his waist, as he draped an arm around your shoulders.

Finally making it in the house, you helped him lower onto the couch. As you straightened up, the side of your face was centimeters from Nick. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. He brushed his lips along your jaw. “Y/N.” He whispered. “Tre amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti. Por favor no me dejas.”

You felt your heart clench. He thought you would leave him. “Nunca”, was your reply. Nick pulled you to straddle his hips. His dark brown eyes were red-rimmed and full of emotion. “I love you so much too Nicky.”