Happy Father’s Day | C.V.
I actually have a fic out on time??? what a miracle lmao anyway! hope y’all enjoy this cute little fic
Word count: 2,210
Warnings: like two mentions of sex but that’s it
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Christopher woke up on the morning of Father’s Day with the smiling faces of his two four years old daughters. They helped you make him breakfast in bed, proudly stating how they put the chocolate chips in the pancake batter and picked out the orange for him to eat with his breakfast. They even picked out a mug that said ‘World’s Best Dad’ on it. A colorful obviously written and drawn by small hands card came with the food, wishing him a ‘FeLiz DiA De Los PaDres’ [Happy Father’s Day], stick figures of him, you, and the twins under it. He’s definitely treasuring the card forever and probably going to gush about it to the guys next time he sees them.
“Papi! Did you like the card? I wrote the words and Luna drew you, mami, me, and her.” Diana said, pigtails bouncing as she talked.
“Thank you, mis cielos. I love the card, it’s really pretty.” He smiles, ruffling his daughters’ hair. “And thank you, mi amor. Breakfast was delicious.”
You smile, watching as your twins race off out of your bedroom after they see you quickly kiss him going ‘ew’ as they leave to go play. “You deserve it. Happy Father’s Day, love.”
“I wouldn’t be celebrating Father’s Day if it wasn’t for you.” Chris states, taking your hand in his, interlacing his fingers.
“And that wouldn’t have been possible if you didn’t get me pregnant. It takes two to tango.” You say, joining him in bed.
He grins, kissing the back of your hand. “Want to tango?”
“We already did last night and plus, it wouldn’t do anything.” You remind him, chuckling. “Not to mention the girls are awake.”
His hand finds your stomach, where you have a small bump from being pregnant with baby number three, just recently found out to be a boy. “I know, just teasing.”
You and him converse about some names ideas for the baby, giving him a look when he jokingly suggested Goku as a name. It goes on for a bit, the sounds of the twins playing with their toys in the background, still unable to come up with a name you both liked.
“We still have five months before the baby’s born, we’ll figure it out.” Chris says, hand still on your bump.
“Yeah, we do.” You yawn, getting more comfortable in bed, pregnancy making naps a more frequent occurrence for you.
He sits up from bed, pulling the covers over you. “Rest, mi amor. I’ll go see what the girls are up to.”
You don’t need him to tell you twice, asleep by the time he makes it to the bedroom door.
“Papi!” Luna looks up from her drawing, excited seeing her dad. “Look, we have tattoos like you.”
On the twins’ arms were Crayola marker drawings, some rough copies of his own and others were originals, like the fairy on Diana’s left forearm. They looked so proud of their work, he couldn’t help but grin.
“Wow, those look great.” He sits with them on the floor, taking a closer look of their art. “I love how colorful they are.”
Diana traces the eight ball on the back of his hand. “Can we give you some tattoos?”
“Can we papi?” Luna chimes in, excited at the chance to draw on him, already gathering up her markers.
“Of course.” Chris rolls up his short sleeves all the way up, giving them complete access to his arms. “I can’t wait to see what art you come up with, girls.”
Luna sat on his right, Diana on his left, each picking a spot on his arm to put their design. They went straight to work, switching between different colors as they drew on him, very much concentrated on what they’re doing.
Fatherhood came as a surprise to him. You and him didn’t plan to have kids, sure it was a conversation or two, agreeing to have kids once you both are ready, but fate had other plans. There was an initial anxiety about becoming parents, especially when that first ultrasound showed two heartbeats, wondering how the hell you and him would raise not just one, but two babies at the same time. The anxiety didn’t last long however, replaced by a love he’s never felt before when the doctor played the heartbeats from the ultrasound machine. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he knew then he was going to do his very best for his babies.
The day they were born was among the happiest he’s ever experienced, time seemingly slowing down as he saw his girls for the first time, they were so small, tears welling in his eyes. Richard told him that would happen, that it’d feel like reality shifted forever for him, like his heart grew exponentially from being filled with so much love, a love different from the love he has for you.
Christopher sat in the hospital next to your bed, twins in his arms. You were asleep, resting after hours of labor. He looks down to his daughters, smiling. Being twins, they’re smaller than usual for newborns, though they definitely don’t cry like it. You joked they inherited his loudness. They’re quiet now, looking up at him.
“You two really tired mami out, huh?” He gently kisses their foreheads. “And soon you’ll have us both tired and up all night, but that’s okay.”
The clock on the wall read 11:21 PM, stars and a half moon filling the window. It’s a beautiful night, but he much prefers the sight right in front of him. “I remember when you were in mami’s belly, moving around. I’m sure you’re going to be amazing at futbol with all that kicking you were doing in there.”
A nurse came in, checking in on you and the twins. “Hey dad, how are you?”
He shakes his head. “I’m doing just great, perfect even.”
“Good to hear.” The nurse nods then leaves.
He remembers once thinking Richard was exaggerating when he said he would do absolutely anything and everything for his daughter and now holding his own children, he can clearly see it’s really not. He’d do anything for the newborns in his arms without hesitation.
“I love you both so so much. I promise to be the best dad I can be for you and to protect you and make sure you’re happy and always be there for you no matter what.” The twins are falling asleep now, eyes closed more than open. “Sleepy, mis cielos?”
He starts softly singing a lullaby, rocking them gently until they fall asleep then putting them in their crib. “Love you both.”
Diana tapped him on the shoulder, smiling up at him. “What do you think?”
Chris looks over his arm, seeing that she’s added some more billiard balls on the back of his hand to go with the eight ball there. Flowers of various colors and sizes decorated the chain of the necklace tattoo, a crown sat on the head of the astronaut skater, and she drew a mermaid on his upper arm.
“Wow, these look really good, Diana.” He ruffles her hair, pigtails shaking. “Lets see what Luna did.”
On his right, Luna gave his dragon tattoo wings, a magic wand, a tiara, and fire coming from its mouth. Clouds and a sun were drawn around the airplane tattoo, making it look like it was in the sky. Music notes were scattered in the spaces of skin where he had no ink, up and around the wolf on his bicep.
“Luna, these are really good too.” He looks over his Crayola covered arms, smiling. “I might just hire you guys to do my next tattoo.”
They look at him with the same big brown eyes they inherited from him. “Really?”
“Really. How about we go show mami the beautiful art?”
They jumped from the floor, making their way to you. Christopher follows them, catching any markers they drop on the way.
You’re awake when you see your girls walk in, markers all over their arms, Chris behind them also drawn all over. “I see you three were busy.”
The twins climb up to join you in bed, showing you their arms, detailing each of the tattoos they drew. They go on for five minutes about how the fairy on Diana’s arm and the parrot on Luna’s hand are best friends who go on adventures looking for treasure.
“Did they find treasure on this adventure?” You ask.
Luna nods. “Yeah, they found a chest full of chicken nuggets and pizza this now. And don’t worry, they know to share like you and papi taught us.”
You chuckle, seeing very clearly that they also have Chris’s appetite and not just his appearance. “Great story, girls. Now tell me about the tattoos you gave papi.”
Chris stretches out his arms, the twins taking turns telling the stories of what they drew. The dragon on his arm is now a magic dragon princess who takes care of her dragon kingdom and protects them from the evil king, who is the astronaut skater on the other arm.
“And she’s friends with the mermaid too, they like playing mario kart together.” Diana explains, small hands gesturing to the drawings.
Christopher grins. “That’s all so creative. Why don’t you girls write a book about all these characters? I’d love to read it someday.”
They light up at the suggestion, the twins looking at each other, seemingly communicating without speaking as they do at times, before running off saying how they need to start working on their book.
“Seems we have some future authors, huh?” You smile, a hand rubbing your bump. “Or tattoo artists.”
“And they’ll be great.” He joins his hand with yours, shuffling down on the bed to be face to face with your bump.
You run your fingers through his hair, smiling as he starts humming. “Trying to feel a kick?”
“Yeah, the girls always moved so much when I would sing to them.” He starts singing, his voice soft. It’s the same song he would do when you were pregnant with the twins, seemingly making them dance in your belly. They’d also move around when he would laugh.
Sure enough, you start feeling little movements in your bump. Being your second pregnancy, you began feeling movement earlier than the first, but it’s been too early for Chris to feel it. Until now.
“Holy shit-” He presses both hands on your bump, smiling from ear to ear. “I feel him kicking.”
Christopher kisses where he feels the baby moving. “Hey baby, we can’t wait to meet you.”
This baby wasn’t planned like the twins, but you can say that you’re both more prepared now than four years ago. Doing some quick math, you figured out you got pregnant over Christmas break from the tour, finding out right before the tour ended in February. You surprised him by putting the girls in shirts that said they were big sisters when you picked him up from the airport.
“Be good to mami while you’re in there, okay?” He whispers, smiling as he feels his son kick some more. “She’s working hard helping you grow. My work was done months ago.”
You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Oh yeah, you worked really hard getting me pregnant.”
“Yeah, really hard. Worked all night long.” He teases, kissing your bump again.
“We won’t be working all night long for a while.” Not only are you pregnant which makes you tired more quickly than usual, but you still have two four year olds running around. This makes rolling around in the sheets different from before parenthood.
“Doesn’t mean we gotta stop working.” Chris says. “We managed last night.”
The previous night was great. The girls went to bed and stayed asleep without incident, allowing you and him the chance to have some fun. Sure you and him had to keep quiet and be mindful of your condition, but fun nonetheless.
“I thought of a name for the baby.”
He scoots back up the bed to be eye level with you. “You did?”
“Yeah.” You grin. “How about Lucas?”
Christopher shakes his head. “Lucas Velez? No.”
“You’re right. How about Daniel?”
He thinks on that one for a bit. “Not bad… We’ll add that one to the list.”
You type into a list on your phone. “That makes… one name on the maybe list.”
“At least we have the nursery theme agreed on.” He says.
You nod. “Yeah, ocean theme.”
He looks at you, brow furrowed. “Ocean? I thought we were going to do a space theme.”
“Well… We have five months to decide on names and nursery themes.”
He chuckles, rubbing your stomach, feeling a soft kick on his palm. “Five months until we meet this little guy.”
“Hopefully we have a name for him by then.”
“We’ll figure it out. The twins didn’t have a name until the day they were born.” He reminds you. “You and me, we can do this.”
“Of course we can, I have the best dad in the world by my side.” You smile, kissing him softly, truly meaning the words you said.
Chris returns the smile. “And I have the mug to prove it.”
Holy fuck
