Request: Number 30 with Tig Trager- ‘Let’s have another baby’
Number 30 with Tig Trager- ‘Let’s have another baby’.
So I’m not entirely sure this is any good, but I tried my best! If you’re looking for Tiggy fluff, this is the place to be <3 this is for anon.
Whenever he was home to do so, Tig always made a point of reading your toddler son a bedtime story. You weren’t sure exactly when this began, but it always warmed your heart to see your old man with the beautiful child you’d made together cradled in the crook of his arm, half on and off the bed, reading from whatever story book he’d picked out. It was always something different, but Tig went to great lengths to make it entertaining- he did voices for the characters and sound effects too.
But lately, you knew Tig had been stressed. The club was going through a rough patch and he often wasn’t getting home until well into the early hours of the morning. You of course understood that it was par for the course of being with a member of SAMCRO and you never complained, even though of course you missed him. You just got on with it and so did your son.
Tonight, for the first time in a while, Tig had come home early. His shoulders had been stiff and his brow furrowed, the beautiful blue eyes you’d fallen in love with clouded over with worry. You wanted to ask what was going on but you could sense he didn’t want to talk about it, so you’d simply made him dinner and let him relax, not piling on any extra stress. You had expected him to forget about the bed time story routine, so you were surprised when he heaved himself off the couch and carried your boy up the stairs to choose a story, but nevertheless it made you smile.
You smiled even more when you went upstairs a little while later and peered into your son’s bedroom.
“… And where was her white-frilled cap? And her shawl? And her gown and her petticoat? And how small she’d grown, and how brown, and covered with prickles! Why, Mrs Tiggy-winkle was nothing but a hedgehog!” Tig finished reading softly. Your son was pretty much asleep already, the eyes he’d inherited from his father almost completely closed. Tig closed the book and caught sight of you leant against the doorframe, watching with a gentle smile on your face. He smiled back, carefully moving the small boy onto his pillows before getting up and tucking him in. “Goodnight, son,” He muttered to the now truly sleeping boy before crossing the room towards you. Joining you in the doorway, Tig looked down at you.
“Mrs Tiggy-Winkle, huh?” You asked quietly, with some amusement.
“He liked Peter Rabbit last time, so…” Tig shrugged. You both looked back at him for a second before withdrawing from the bedroom and closing the door. You looked at him properly out in the hallway.
“You look happier,” You noted, before you could stop yourself. “Than earlier, I mean.”
“Yeah… sorry I haven’t been around much lately, doll. I’ve missed you,” His hands curled around your hips and he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I missed him, too.”
“It’s okay,” You promised.
“It’s just kinda shitty, ya know? Missing him growing up while I’m out dealing with club shit… But the only time I feel… right… is here at home with you two.” You were touched to hear this- Tig usually wasn’t one for talking deep about his feelings. He made them clearer in other ways, usually. He looked back at the bedroom door you’d both closed behind you, looking wistful. He then heaved a sigh and looked back down at you. “I wanted to get this fatherhood thing right, you know? Just doesn’t seem to be coming together lately.”
“It’s a rough patch,” You said, “We’ll come through it.” Tig nodded.
“I hope so.” He looked doubtful, which saddened you. He’d been so open with you just then that you felt the need to give him something, too. So you took both his hands, looking up at the man that you loved.
“It was really good, seeing you just now. You know, reading to him, spending time with your son… I don’t think you’re doing so bad at fatherhood, Tiggy.” He looked down at you with silver-grey eyes, reluctant.
“You think?” But you knew in your heart then that it was true.
“Seeing you like that… I fall in love with you even more…” You blushed at the admission. Even after all this time. You looked down at your feet, but Tig put his finger under your chin, lifting your face and forcing you to look at him. He was wearing a small smile now.
“You know I’m the luckiest man in the world, right? Getting to do all this with you,” He gestured to the house but you knew what he meant. Family. You smiled shyly.
“Actually, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a
while…” This is what you’d been steeling yourself for, on all
those lonely nights without him there beside you. Maybe those long
nights alone were reason enough for this to be a very bad idea, but
somehow it just made you want it even more. You’d been watching
your son grow up so much like his daddy and feeling a familiar ache
inside of you, a craving for that feeling again… the one where you
were full, round with Tig’s baby, and then the wonderment of a
newborn in the house once more, seeing him or her in the arms of her
father… Somehow, though, you just couldn’t find the words to say
it. You looked up at your old man, mute, pleading for help. He was
gazing at you like you were his whole world. It knocked the breath
out of you. And then he shocked you:
“Let’s have another baby,” He murmured in a low, slightly hoarse voice. You opened your mouth in shock, which Tig misinterpreted. “I know I was just saying I was a shitty father but you and him are the two things that’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I’d love to give him a little brother or sister… add to the family, ya know? Maybe it’s crazy, but…” His words were coming out, tripping one over the other, in a rush to explain something which you didn’t need to have explained. You already understood- you felt the same.
“It is crazy,” You interrupted him, looking up at him with brimming eyes. “Yes.”
“Yes… I want to have another baby with you, Tiggy…. If… if you really mean it…” He silenced you by kissing you. You clutched onto him, your head spinning. Neither of you needed to say any more.