One Exciting Ride (Gaston x Reader Modern Coffee Shop AU)
One Exciting Ride: Part 4
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You and Belle continued to debate whether or not Gaston and Adam had made out at least once for a little bit before she had to go for the evening. Checking the time, it was around 11:30 and you hadn’t any word from Germain or Juliane. Opening up messenger, you found “Captain Georg von Trapp” in your contacts and texted him real quick.
-> want me to stay the night or nah?
While waiting, you searched in the bedside table drawer for the remotes to the T.V. After finding them, you turned on the Netflix app and started searching through the recommended section. You settled on rewatching F.R.I.E.N.D.S yet again- you weren’t really feelin’ any of the other shows, ya know? Ross was being a total dick when your phone rang. Older folks really don’t like texting do they?
“Evening, Germain! Congradulations on lucky number 12!” You greeted after picking up the phone. “How is she?”
“Thank you, (Name). You’re a real gem you know,” Germain chuckled on the other end of the line. “She hasn’t dialated past 10 cm yet, so we may be a while. On the way over, I called Nanny Wetstone and had to leave a message. Has she contacted you at all?”
Pausing Netflix, you relaxed on the bed more comfortably. “Negative, Capitaine, Marrisa has not contacted me at all.”
Germain chuckled at the title before sighing. “(Name), you don’t have to call me that.”
“I know, but you just remind me of von Trapp.” You shrug, you had a point, Germain did look like the father from the Sound of Music- even if he acted the complete opposite. “So I’m stayin’ the night then?”
“If you’d like, dear.” Germain paused for a moment, asking you to hold on as he talked to a doctor. “Gaston texted me not long ago saying he’s staying in for the night. Apparently he and Adam got into a tiff again. He can watch them if you want to go home.”
Seeing the flash of headlights go through your window, you acknowlegded that Gaston had indeed arrived home. “No offense, dude, but I wouldn’t trust that boy with safety sissors, let alone my favourite kids in town.”
You could hear Germain sigh on the other end, you could just picture him tiredly running his hand through his graying hair. “I understand, (Name). He’s not the most responsible lad. I’ll go ahead and pay in advance, added to your account as usual?”
“Yes sirry! Take all the time you need,” you sighed awkwardly, using one hand to type in your password to your computer so you could soon check your bank account balance. “I don’t really have much going on right now.”
“Very well then, (Name),” Germain sighs, his voice seems distracted, he must have just been handed a form to fill out. “I’ll keep you updated. It’s late though, so you get some sleep, you hear?”
“Yes, sir,” you chuckle, struggling to type with one hand. “Good luck, give Juliane my love!”
“Will do, good night (Name).”
“Good night, sir.”
After finishing up a few things on the computer- Germain had yet to pay you, but you expected it by morning- you closed it and decided to relax in the queen sized bed. You took your hair down, tossed your bra off and snuggled in nice and cozy while watching the old 90’s sitcom.
An hour or so later, you were finally three seconds from lullaby land when there was a knock on your door. Taking two seconds to debate whether or not you should just ignore it until they went away, you realized it was probably one of the kiddos who had a nightmare and needed comforting. Not wanting to be cruel, you sluggishly forced your eyes open and removed yourself from your cozy cocoon to zombie walk to the door.
“Yes?” You muttered, eyes not yet adjusted to the light from the hallway and brain not yet fully cognizant.
Near automatically, a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs and a weak voice saying “Nounou, I’m scared!” Looking down, you saw the familiar mousy brown hair of George, the five year old little boy with his fathers eyes.
Picking up the young boy, you held him close and brought him back to the bed to sit down. You sat with him on your lap
“What’s wrong, baby?” You mutter to him, smoothing down his messy hair with your hand as you rock him gently back and forth. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“I’m worried about Maman,” he finally whimpered, clutching onto you as tight as he could. His chubby little cheek was pressed into your shoulder, his arms hardly reaching from one of your shoulders to the next.
“Oh, honey, she’s fine! She’s at the hospital with all the nice doctors, they’re gonna take great care of her, I promise.”
“But- but-” George had a problem of stammering when he was upset, most kids his age do.
Gently rubbing his back, you whisper. “Calm down, Georgie, use your words.”
The five year old took a deep breath before trying again. “Gerald said that the baby is going to rip mommy open! She could die!”
“When did he say this?” You knit your brows, mentally starting the lecture you’re going to give that pre-pubesent mogrel.
“He came into my room! He said that he was worried too!”
“Oh did he?” You sigh, taking George by the shoulders and move him to look at you. Using your thumb to wipe away his tears, you look to him kindly. “Remember what I told you about Gerald?”
“He’s- he’s a big dumb, dumby head?” George sniffled, using his chubby fist to rub his eyes.
“He’s a meanie butt-puddle?”
Chuckling, you nod and look at his large brown eyes. “That’s a good lad, what do we do when someone is being a big dumb, dumby head and a meanie butt-puddle?”
“We don’t listen,” George huffed, calming down his sniffles as best he could and pouting sternly. “Because they’re just trying to make us into big dumb, dumby head and meanie butt-puddles!”
“That’s right!” You smile, poking him in the tummy causing him to giggle. “So don’t worry, Maman is going to be fine, I promise! She’ll come home and be in a rolly chair for a little bit, she might not walk right at first, but I promise, she’ll be just fine!”
George nodded, using the back of his hand to wipe away the trail of snot gathered there. Children can be pretty gross sometimes.
“Ya wanna know a secret?” You whisper, leaning in just a little and looking off to the side to ‘make sure no one was there’. George did the same and leaned close, nodding enthusiastically. “I was there when Gilly and Jeanie were born, and Gerald was scared then! Yeah! He was terrifyed, screaming like a baby that his Maman wouldn’t love him anymore now that she had two new babies.”
George laughed loudly. “That’s silly!”
“Yes, it is,” you chuckled, tickling the boy a little. “Now come on, let’s get you back to bed.”
You walked hand in hand with little Georgie back to his room, tucking him in nice and cozy before kissing him on the head and walking out. Poor thing was asleep before you’d even closed the door.
Turning on your heel, you were met with a very naked and very muscular torso. Boredly raising your head, you’re met with a smug looking and half naked Gaston Desrochers. “Like what you see?”
Slowly blinking twice, you sigh deeply before walking away from him. “I didn’t when you sent the photo, I don’t like it now.”
Gaston, however, was very stubborn and matched your stride. “Okay, okay, I guess I used the wrong approach here,” Gaston said quickly, putting an arm around your shoulders as he trailed along with you.
“Ya think?” You sarcastically ask, rolling your eyes and pulling one of his fingers up and removing his arm from you. “What do you want?”
“A date,” the tall teen said simply, a bright smile on his face. “With you, tomorrow.”
“Gaston,” you sigh, lowering your head in complete done-ness. “You’re mother is in the hospital right now, having her vagina torn open by the head of your future brother, and you’re more focused on boning the babysitter?”
“First off-” Gaston held up a hand, before shuddering violently. “I didn’t need you to be so vivid about birth.”
You shrugged casually, not really apologetic. He almost lost step with you when you unexpectedly turned a corner, but he managed to catch back up.
“Second, I don’t want to bone you so much as just, ya know, go on a date!”
“Isn’t dating the help a bit below your standards?” You sass, tilting a head towards him and crossing your arms. “My father doesn’t make seven figures, you know.”
“You’re not the help, (Name)!” Gaston laughed, placing a hand on the small of your back. You said nothing to it, but instead sucked your teeth and gave him a sideways glare. “You’re my friend!”
“Oh really?” You chuckled, licking your lips and taking a deep breath. You’d already reached your guest room, so you stoped in front of it, crossed your arms and looked up at him expectantly. “Then what’s my last name?”
You shrugged, looking to him with pursed lips. “Well, you learned my first name within the five hours since you last tried to hit me up, so if you were so interested, you should at least know my last name, yeah?”
Biting his lip, Gaston reached out and placed a hand on the door behind you, leaning down to be close to your face, a hand finding your chin to tilt slightly upwards. “Don’t you think you’re being a little silly, darling?”
Your facial expression of pure done-ness did shift at this sudden change of pose. Picking up a demure expression, you looked down, biting your lip coyly while twiddling your thumbs. “I think you’re right, Gaston…” you begin, not meeting his eyes. “I am being silly…”
You hesitantly put your hand atop the one he had under your chin, finally looking up into his eyes. “Oh Gaston, take me now!” You gasp out in a mocking tone, removing his hand from your face. “Get bent, kay?” You groan before opening the door blindly and stepping back into your room, leaving Gaston in the hallway.
“Suit yourself,” Gaston sighed as he shoved his hands into his pajama pants pockets and made his way down the hall. “I’ll get'cha sooner or later.”