This is honestly kinda long because i was really inspired to write thissss

IVE BEEN IN A LONG WRITERS BLOCK

i really apologize for not posting😭

requested by marvelanddcfan05

Y/D/N: your daughter's name
Y/S/N: your son's name

KIDS

My eyes flutter open and the sunlight immediately hits them. I turn over to Morts side of the bed holding back a groan.

I nearly "awh" out loud at the sight of Mort laying on his back with our three year old daughter laying on him. Her cheek is pressed against his bare chest and her mouth slightly opens and closes as she breathes peacefully. One of his hands is resting on her back. I look up at Morts face and his peaceful face makes my smile even larger. His lips are slightly parted as well—wonder who Y/D/N got that from? I close my eyes and lay on my side, using my arm to hold up my head.

It had been a restless night of tending to our new born baby boy. I just gave birth, again, three and a half weeks ago, I'm exhausted. I was up all night breastfeeding and rocking Y/S/N to sleep, but my wonderful husband did the rest. I have no clue what I would do without Mort. He seriously has matured so much since we had our first child, and he has been so helpful the entire time. I move Morts hair from his face and kiss his nose lightly. I carefully get out of bed and slip my white t-shirt on, that belongs to Mort. I slip my slippers on and tie the drawstring of my sweatpants. I rub my eyes and stretch while walking to my sons room. I open his door and see he's still sleeping, so I close the door back carefully and walk down stairs. I shuffle into the kitchen and fill the coffee pot up with the coffee grounds and water. I press the brew button on the machine and lean forward on the counter with my hands over my face.

I hear foot steps shuffle on the tile and I know exactly who it is. Two hands grab my hips as I'm bent over. I stand up and lean my head back on Morts shoulder.

"Mmm." He groans and kisses the side of my head. "Good morning, baby." He whispers as his hands glide around to my stomach.

      "Good morning." I whisper and chuckle silently.

      "Did you sleep?" His morning voice is deep and raspy. He rubs up my hips as we share a kiss. We walks over to the fridge.

      "Eh, I breastfed him about four times, and changed his diaper...a lot." I exhale and rub my face.

      "I'm sorry, baby. If I could do it all for you I would." He says while grabbing a carton of creamer out of the fridge.

      "Did you sleep?"

      "Yeah, I'm sorry. I got up and changed his diaper a few times and rocked him. Y/D/N came out of her room when I was going back to bed, said she had a nightmare." He scratches the bottom of his chin and reaches in the cabinet for mugs. I let out a small laugh. "Baby I'm sor-"

     "Mort, darling. It's okay." I say while walking over to hug him. I rub his chest while kissing his lips once. "You do so much, and I appreciate it." I kiss him again and a little smile spreads on his face. I kiss him again. His strong hand rubs my back as he kisses me back multiple times. I smile as he pats my ass. I bring my arms up to wrap around his neck, when I hear a little voice.

"Momma?" Mort and I both look over and out little daughter stands looking at us with a stuffed bunny in her hand. My hands slowly fall from around Mort as a smile appears on my face.

"Good morning, beautiful." Mort says as he goes over and scoops her up gives her kisses all around her face. She lets out the cutest wailing giggle. I smile.

"Shhh, baby shh. Your brothers sleeping." I say while silently laughing. Mort and Y/D/N look at each other while the same eyebrow-raised expression on their face. I smile at their cuteness and pull out a chair at the bar for Y/D/N "Breakfast?" I ask her while wiping the counter off with a paper towel.

She responds with a simple 'mhm', and Mort carries her over to her seat. He kisses the top of her head as she slaps her hands on the counter.

As much time that she spends with me, Y/D/N is definitely a daddy's girl.

I grab a packet of oatmeal and pour water into it. I stick it in the microwave and as soon as I close the door Y/S/N starts whining and crying from his room. I pout at the 'pitifulness' and sigh.

      "Baby, let me get him. I got it." Mort says while placing a hand on my shoulder and kissing my head. I give a small smile in return. 'Thank you' I mouth. Mort runs off to go grab our son. I take the small bowl of oatmeal out of the microwave and stir it to cool down. Y/D/N is singing the most adorable song that's composed of complete gibberish. I smile while looking down at the food I'm stirring.

     "Oh my goodness." Mort says in his baby voice while holding Y/S/N to his chest as he walks down the stairs. The baby's still crying and Mort is holding his head and patting his back. They enter the kitchen. I gasp smiling wide while walking to them.

     "Hey, little man." I say in a high pitched voice. "Come see mama." I say as Mort hands him over to me. He immediately stops crying as I hold him in my arms. "Hey baby boy." I whisper while bringing him up to my face. I kiss both his cheeks

     "I think he looks just like you, baby." Mort says while rubbing his thin hair back. I giggle and kiss Y/S/N nose.

     "Oaaaatmeeeal!" Y/D/N calls out.

     "Okay, okay." I say while sliding her the bowl. "Be patient, darling."

     "Ooh, thank you Mommy." She says while grabbing the little spoon.

Y/S/N whines and grabs onto my shirt right where my breast is. I smile and raise my eyebrows looking at Mort. He laughs, tilts his head, and raises an eyebrow as he pours himself some coffee. I walk into the living room and pull up my shirt to breastfeed Y/S/N. I rock him slowly in the chair. Mort walks in and sets me a cup of coffee on the table beside me. He leans down and gives me the sweetest kiss on the lips. I smile lightly and he rubs my arm before walking back to the kitchen with
Y/D/N.

Y/S/N starts cooing as he's done eating. He gives a big cute stretch as I clip my bra back and pull my shirt down. I lean down and give him a little kiss on the lips. He closes his eyes and gives an adorable giggle.

     "Mort! Did you hear that?" I shout.

     "What, baby?"

     "He laughed!" I laugh myself.

Mort runs into the living room sliding on his socks as he enters. I laugh at him.

     "Really?" Mort asks.

I reply with a nod, and smile at him.

     "And next's gonna be mama." I mumble to myself.

      "What was that, babe? I don't know about that...I can predict that it's definitely gonna be
dada." He gives a goofy thumbs up as he leaves the living room once again.

I tell Y/S/N I love him as I bring him over to his little swinging bed, which is out in between the kitchen and living room. I carefully place him in the soft sway and clip the loose harness around his waist. I place another kiss in his forehead. I grab his pacifier and hold it up to his mouth.

I walk into the kitchen and see Mort feeding Y/D/N like an airplane. I sip my coffee and walk behind Mort. As I wrap my arms around his neck, I give him a kiss on the cheek. He gives Y/D/N the last bite of her oatmeal.

Mort and I talk a little bit about what we're going to do today, which is basically staying home all day, as Y/D/N goes to the living room to play. Mort spins around in his chair to me and gives me a few kisses on my lips. I start to walk to the living room and Mort pats my butt.

"Morton Rai-" I raise my voice and he covers my mouth from behind. My eyes go wide and I exhale. I remove his hand from my mouth, kiss, and I stop at Y/S/N's swaying cradle. I sit on the floor in front of him. Mort stands behind me admiring the two of us with his arms crossed. "Hey baby." I say in a baby voice to Y/S/N. I repeat myself as I tickle his stomach every time making his eyes squint and a little smile showing on the sides of his pacifier. I look up at Mort and he has the cutest smile on his face.

"It's so your smile." He says, pointing to our son. I look back down and smile.

Time passes and I'm in the living room holding
Y/S/N to my chest, and Y/D/N's head is resting on my lap as I play with her wavy hair. My eyes are glued to a TV screen and I lean my head back on the couch, on the edge of falling asleep. Mort is in our bedroom working on a writing project. I nearly fall asleep when a knock pounds on the door.
Y/D/N lifts her head up and goes to a play in the living room with a basket of toys. I lift Y/S/N head to my neck and I rub his back as I walk to the door. I twist and handle open. My eyes go up to a woman with blonde hair and brown eyes.

     "Hi..." She speaks. I shift my son in the position I'm holding him in as I take in her features. My eyebrows slightly raise as I think 'that's Mort's ex.'

     "Uhm, hi." One side of my mouth gives the smallest smile.

     "Mort lives here right? Morton Rainey..." The paper in her hands crinkle.

     "Uhm." I laugh silently because of the awkwardness. "Yes...Mort!" I call out.

"Yes, ba-" He stumbled out of the bedroom and stops in his tracks. "Amy." He says in a very uninterested tone. He runs his hand through his hair as he approaches to the door, I step to the side. I sway my body to calm Y/S/N as he starts whining a little. "Amy what the fuck are you doing here?" I can tell Morts really stressed.

     "Mort, I- I need to talk to you...really." She looks at me and back at Mort. "Look, Ted- he left me for another woman..." She mumbles and looks down. Mort laughs at the ridiculousness.

     "And you come crying to me?" Mort points to himself. "Wow, Amy...wow. Get a taste of your own shitty medicine." He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

She has a guilty look in her eyes as they scan from Morts hand to mine to see that we both have a wedding bands on our ring fingers. She hums to herself, thinking what to say.

"I didn't know you moved on, Mort." She shakes her head.

"Well I have, Amy." He sighs while speaking and gives a very straight sarcastic smile.

"Now, I would appreciate it if you left my house." He raises his eyebrows. "I don't-"

"Daddy?" Y/D/N comes and hugs Morts thigh while shyly looking up at Amy. Her big brown eyes are an exact representation of her dads, her nose even looks identical. Amy looks down at our daughter and purses her lips. She swallows.

"Mort." She nearly whispers while looking at my husband and then me. Mort rubs the top of our daughters head slowly. Amy continues to look at Mort with a hurt expression. Silence fills the room. "These are seriously your kids?" She asks imply the 'your' to Mort and I.

"Yes they are." I speak up. "Mort and I a-"

"Baby." Mort says as he puts his hand up. He gives a little shake of his head, so I shut my mouth. "Amy...I'm gonna ask you to leave one more time." He says in an almost sinister tone as he tilts his head.

     "How could you..." She trails off.

     "How could I." He disappointedly reply's.

"Mort that was supposed to be us." She says quietly looking right at Morts face. She clutches the fabric of her shirt that lays on her abdomen. Mort throws me a glance as if saying things aren't about to go well. I carefully grab Y/D/N's hand and takes her into her bedroom.

"Can you stay in here and play with your toys for a little? Mommy and daddy are going to talk, okay?"

She nods her head and immediately starts playing with her dolls. I put my sleeping son in his swaying cradle and cover him up. I begin to walk back into the living room.

     "The baby Mort! What about the baby?! What if we had the baby?!" Amy's tone is on the verge of crying. She yells at him as a sign that things have obviously gotten heated quickly.

      "Amy calm the fuck down!" Mort yells, but much quieter, so his daughter can't hear him. He rubs his forehead. "That was four years ago Amy." He adds sternly.

      "Mort things would have been different." She crumbles the paper in her hand. "We- we could have had a family, a- a house, and-"

"But you cheated on me with that son of a bitch!" His last word is extremely forced. "And now your paying for it." He runs both his hands back through his ombré hair.

She rubs her forehead, tears starts to fall down her cheeks.

     "Amy please leave." He shakes his head. "I can't deal with this. I can't!" He sighs, his eyebrows are tightly furrowed. "I've got a deadline for a project that I'm not near finishing, I've got a toddler and a newborn-"

     "I have no where to go, Mort-"

     "Why don't you go back to that piece of shit motel and find yourself another like Ted." He falsely smiles and grabs to door to shut it.

     "Be careful with him." She informs me, looking right at me in the background.

     "Do not talk to her!" He's giving Amy the hardest glare. "You can leave now."

"Mort-" She starts.

"Leave!" He slams the door making me jump. He punches the door, not too hard, but hard enough to hurt himself.

"Mort." I whisper and scrunch my eyebrows sympathetically. He slowly leans back on the door. My arms are crossed by my hand lightly goes to my mouth.

"I'm so sorry." He says tiredly. "I'm sorry." He shakes his head as he starts to cry. I never see Mort cry...ever. I run over to him and hug my arms around his waist. I rub his back slowly.

"Baby..." I whisper. He drops his head to rest his chin on my shoulder. He doesn't move one bit, but only to hold my head. He inhales deeply and I pull away from him. He's not crying anymore, but he has a super blank expression on his face as he looks down at me.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am."

"It's not your fault." I shake my head. "Go to bed and I'll stay up with the kids."

"No, I can't do that, baby." He takes a deep breath in and then lets it out. "I'm gonna go work for a little longer...and then we can have dinner."

I begin to say something but he takes my chin and kisses my lips.

"I love you so much, baby." He rubs down my side. "Thank you for never leaving me." He gives the smallest smile and leans into kiss me again.

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honestly i loved writing Mort as a dad so if y'all have any requests for that then go ahead and comment, beautiful people😌