Jeff Atkins – Request #1

Please can you do a Jeff imagine where him the reader and him are high school sweethearts and it’s years later and it’s some kind of big event like a wedding or anniversary or the birth of their child idk you choose but your writing is fab!

After tossing and turning most of the night, you gave up on sleep. With the baby kicking and moving, you couldn’t get comfortable enough to relax. She was usually pretty good about letting you sleep but tonight she was being fussy and it was painful. So you stood and threw on one of Jeff’s shirts, they were just about all that fit you this late into your pregnancy. Walking into the kitchen you put on lullabies on your phone and made yourself a warm glass of milk.

You had read that babies reacted to music, even in the womb, so when she would get active at night, you’d put on some music and let her relax.

“When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” You sang quietly, your hands cradling your belly as you swayed slowly to music. “When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and mommy will catch you, cradle and all.”

You sighed when the movements continued. Tying your hair up in a ponytail, you let out a tired exhale. The clock on the oven read 3:29 AM and instead of being curled up against Jeff, you were dancing in the kitchen.

Your mind wandered to what it would be like when she got here. Would she be this fussy? You were a fussy child or would she be calm like Jeff. Would she look like you, or him, or a perfect combination of the two? All it was so exciting, all you knew was that you were ready for her to come out.

You reached for your phone, trying to remember the song you parents used to sing to you when you were restless. You could recall the nights you’d keep them up to the point of exhaustion and they would strap you in the car and drive around, singing to you until you fell asleep.

Night Moves. That was the song they would sing. Night Moves by Bob Seger.
They were in love with classic rock and somehow it soothed you right away.

You found the song on your playlist and pressed play, starting to dance again.

“Working on mysteries without any clues, working on our night moves” You sang along. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Working on our night moves.”

“Are you singing Bob Seger to our baby?”

You jumped, hearing Jeff’s voice behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing at the doorway, sleepy-eyed and ruffled hair, with that same smile you fell in love with freshman year of high school. He’d grown a lot since then. His voice was deeper, his features chiseled and rugged. But even at 27, his boyish charm had never left him.

“I think it’s working.” You smiled, nodding you your head.

“Well then.” He chuckled, crossing the room. “Let me help.”

He took your hand, spinning you around before pulling you against him. With one hand on your waist, the other on your belly, he swayed you to the music, holding you close.

“Working on our night moves, trying’ to lose those awkward teenage blues.” He sang out loud with a smile, his forehead leaned on yours as he held your gaze. “Working on our night moves. And it was summertime. Sweet summertime, summertime.”

You laughed, laying your head against his solid chest as the two of your danced in your kitchen in the middle of the night as you tried to ignore the pain and pulsating in your stomach. There was not a moment in your relationship when you weren’t reminded of why you loved this man so much. He was your best friend through and through.

Suddenly the pain became too much and you let go, holding your stomach tightly. Jeff instantly got worried, holding onto you so you didn’t fall over.

“Babe?”

You felt a pop and suddenly the ground was wet. It felt like you were peeing but the fluid was clear. Was that…? Was this …? Did your water just break?

Oh shit. It did.

“Babe, I think my water just broke.” You said calmly while in shock, slowly lifting your head to meet Jeff’s terrified gaze.

“How – what – what do we -”

“Jeff my water just broke!” You said louder as the realization of the situation hit you.

“What – what do we do?!” He asked, sensing your panic and starting to panic himself.

“We – we have to to go to the hospital. I’ll get changed. You grab our hospital bags.” You instructed, waddling away from the puddle to make your way to the bedroom.

Jeff helped you to the room, helping you change into clean clothes and ran down to the car, throwing the bags and the car seat into the back before running up to help you down to the car.

Your breathing had become more and more labored at that point and he held your hand. “This is it baby.” He whispered with a smile. “Breathe with me just like they said in the classes.”


After you got to the hospital, Jeff called your families to let them know you were in labor while the nurses set you up in the room. The pain had become increasingly worse and Jeff was by your side, holding your hand the entire time, helping you concentrate on your breathing, helping you cool down with damp towels to wipe your sweat, having the nurses grab you ice chips and feeding them to you.

Your eyes filled with tears, not only from the pain of the contractions but also from the overwhelming emotions.

“Hey, hey” He said wiping your tears. “You’re doing great baby.”

“That’s not it.” You cried, holding his hand tightly. “This is the last time it’ll ever be just the two of us. After this we won’t be Y/N and Jeff – we’ll be mommy and daddy.”

You and Jeff had been high school sweethearts since freshman year. You went to the same college. Jeff had asked you to marry him on the field during one of his baseball games in front of an entire stadium of people. You got married after graduation. Bought a home two years later. Now after 12 years of being together, you were about to bring your first child into the world.

He hung his head in a smile, “I know babygirl, I know but it’s a good thing. We’re about to be a mom and dad to a beautiful baby girl that we’ll love more than anything in this world.”

You knew all of this was your hormones talking. You were so ready to be a mom. You and Jeff had done classes. You both had read all the books. Your home was filled with baby things. It was time.

“I love you so much.” You breathed, squeezing his hand through another painful contraction.

They had gotten closer and closer together by this point so a nurse came in to check.

“Full dilation.” She smiled, “It’s time mama. Are you ready?”

Your breath caught in your throat and full of fear. you looked at Jeff who’s face was now pale as a ghost. Despite all of that he was holding it together for you like he always did.

He smiled, running his fingers back through your hair. “You got this baby.”

You nodded, turning to look at the nurse. “I’m ready.”

She smiled sweetly, looking between the two of you before she headed out of the room. Only a few minutes passed before she returned with another nurse, preparing the machines and whatever the doctor would need.

To calm your anxiety you looked at Jeff the whole time. He locked his eyes with yours, ignoring everything else happening in the room. With his hands running through your messy hair, he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

The doctor came and sat between your legs and it wasn’t long before you had to start to push. Jeff held one leg, the nurse held the other. You screamed through the pain, pushing for what felt like hours before you finally started to crown. Jeff took a peak and it looked like he was about to faint but turned his head to you instead.

“I swear, you’re incredible, babe. You’re like superman right now.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your head with his eyes full of tears. “I love you so much baby.”

You cried, smiling as you looked up at him before you screamed in pain with another push. You had planned on having your mother by your side during the birth but because you weren’t due for another week and a half, your families hadn’t flown down yet. Yet in that moment, you were glad that nobody was next to you but Jeff. Your life was with this man and he would be the one by your side for the rest of your life. This was all you needed.

With one final push you heard the cry of your baby and all of the pain you’d just went through seemed to fade away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Atkins, say hello to your baby girl.” The doctor smiled.

The baby was placed on your chest and you kissed her head, holding the little angel as Jeff wrapped his arms around you, both of you unable to stop from crying at the sight of her. Just like that, you were okay being known as Mom and Dad from now on.


The chaos calmed by the end of the night. The baby was cleaned and brought back to your room for the rest of the night. You had been able to breastfeed and Jeff learned to swaddle and change the diaper. Then as much as you had wanted to stay awake and stare at your beautiful girl you had drifted off to sleep for a little while.

The sound of her crying had woken you up but instead of moving, you opened your eyes to see that Jeff was already picking her up to rock her gently. He was already a natural at this. You pretended to still be asleep as you watched him with her. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Grabbing your phone, he put on Night Moves with the volume low and danced slowly with the baby.

“Sweet summertime summer time.” He sang lowly to her until she quieted down, cooing in his arms with her big beautiful eyes looking up at him.

You watched him take a seat on the chair, holding her in his arms as he looked down at her with tear glossed eyes rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep but a smile on his face nonetheless.

“I knew from the moment I met your mother that she would be my wife. We would talk about one day having a baby. We both wanted a girl. I never thought I could have more love for your mother than I already did, but watching her today…” He sniffled back a tear. “She gave me the greatest gift on earth. She gave me you. And I will thank her for that every day because you are the love of my life. I promise that I will love and care for you with every fiber of my being. As long as there is breath in me and your mother, you will never face anything alone. Everything I am and everything I have is yours.”


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