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promotion ; part 1/2

pairing: lt. hank anderson x wife!reader

summary: hank tells you the big news that he's getting promoted to lieutenant. you can't help but worry, but hank does his best to remind you that there’s nothing to worry about.

warnings: talks of pregnancy and pregnant body (reader is 8 months pregnant w/ baby cole), swearing, angst, minors dni

a/n: bestie showed me dbh and changed my life for the better. i love hank anderson the pathetic drunk bastard that he is — so hopefully you enjoy younger and recently-promoted lieutenant hank in this. he’ll probably feel a little ooc in this since it’s pre-dbh (and i guess also my hc of how i feel like he could have been when he was younger and married), but i hope you can still find enjoyment in this version. this can be read as a stand alone, but part 2 will be a continuation with smut for those who read that stuff. i haven’t wrote fanfic in at least a year so this helped me get back into the swing of things. enjoy! :’)

august 22, 2029 - detroit, michigan - anderson residence - 6:45 p.m.

you should have known he was going to be late. for as long as you've known him, as long as the two of you’ve been married — hank never seemed to be on time for anything. unless it was to a gears game.

you weren’t necessarily upset that he was late. you were just — confused. you knew you were probably just working yourself up over nothing, but it’d been nearly two hours after hank said he’d be home.

“he’s probably just working late,” you mumble, shaking your head before letting out a sigh. “i promise, your mother isn’t usually this paranoid.”

you feel your baby move around, pressing up on the spots where your hands rest on your stomach. the corners of your mouth quip up into a small smile.

“you’re right. i just need to relax,” you let out a deep breath. “he’ll be home any minute.”

and if on cue — the front door swings open. you could hear hank finishing a conversation with someone as he came in, closing the door after a few more waves goodbye.

he must not have seen you on the couch. when he went to turn, he caught you out of the corner of his eye — jumping back and nearly knocking into the bookshelf. before you could ask if he was okay, he starts talking.

“sorry, honey! the guys at work took me out for drinks after — and i lost track of the time,” he shakes his jacket off and hangs it on the coat rack before making his way to you.

leaning over the back of the couch, he gives the top of your head a kiss, “thanks for staying awake.”

your nose crinkles at his words, “it’s not even seven. you’re not ‘keeping me awake’,” you shake your head, laughing a little before sitting up for him to join you on the couch. “can’t do much when you’re expecting a baby in a month. i’m so bored.”

hank gives you a toothy grin before settling on the couch beside you. he opens his arms for you to join him on his lap, sitting sideways so he could hold you. you let your legs stretch out across the couch, while hank’s legs rest on the coffee table.

he feels you play with the buttons of his uniform, undoing each one until his uniform was left open. you run your hand over the white t-shirt he wore underneath, feeling his pecs. hank could have stayed in that moment for the rest of his life, you in his arms.

“i missed you a lot today,” looking up, you give hank a smile before kissing his lips, “but i’m glad you’re home now. seems like it was a good night at least after work.”

hank let his nose run along the side of your’s — up until he let it flick up off your forehead, only to be replaced by his lips. he could kiss you all night.

“it was. i’m sorry again for being late though. it was a long day,” he gives you another kiss. “glad to be back home though with you. i missed you too,” hank’s calloused fingers found their way into your hair, pushing it back behind your shoulders to expose your neck. “i missed you more.”

before you could protest that you did, in fact, love him more, you feel hank’s lips press against the side of your neck — peppering kisses up and down the one side, before gently biting down at the joint where your shoulder and neck met.

you let out a squeak, pushing at his shoulders, “stop, that tickles!” but he wasn’t going anywhere — only moving his assault to the other side of your neck.

you were laughing now, hugging hank to you as sat in the moment. you almost forgot about the news he was going to share with you.

“hank,” you let out a breath, feeling yourself begin to get tingly and warm. “as much as i want you to keep doing what you’re doing, i also do want to hear what your great news is. it must be really good if you went out for drinks.”

there was a brief moment of silence, as if hank was debating with himself on whether to listen to you or not. he was enjoying where he was at, what he was doing, in that moment. he was also still working up the courage to tell you the big news.

he wasn’t even sure why he was so nervous to tell you. it wasn’t like it was bad. he’d been promoted to lieutenant. detroit’s youngest one. he was proud — and it gave him some relief knowing you’d be taken care of, all of you … you, him, and your son. he just had to tell you.

he finally let himself pull away from your neck with a wet ‘pop!’ noise and a shit-eating grin — there was a little bit of saliva on his lips.

“you don’t want me to keep kissing you? that’s a first,” your face grows hot at his tease, looking at him from your spot in his lap. he gives your side a squeeze. “i haven’t even gotten the chance to ask how your day was.”

you shift in his lap to your best ability. your baby bump was not helping, hearing hank let out a quiet groan when you finally were able to settle down. his hands were on your thighs now, as each of your legs were on either side of him.

“very compromising position for someone who doesn’t want to be kissed,” you let out a laugh at his words.

“leave me alone, i want to be close to you,” you gave both his cheeks a kiss before finally his lips. “but also look at you, you know?”

“weirdo,” hank let out a laugh this time when you gave his nipples a twist, a playful glare on your face. he finally let out a yelp and began swatting your hands away.

“okay, ouch, stop that. i’m sorry, i was only kiddin’ around!”

you give into his pleas and let your hands roam up his chest to wrap around his neck. the two of you fell silent as you did your best to compose yourself.

“my day was good. i’m ready for the baby to be here,” your eyes fell to the bump that was in between you and hank. you felt the baby move as you spoke. “he’s ready to be here too, i think.”

hank was just as ready as you were for the baby to be here. you both had agreed going in that it didn’t matter what the baby came out to be, so long as they were healthy. but when you told him that your baby was going to be a son, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

so maybe now was a good time to get the promotion, hank thought to himself in that moment.

“well the big news i wanted to share is that they promoted me at work,” he did his best to be casual about it, not be too prideful — despite the wonderful accomplishment. “i’m now lieutenant hank anderson.”

there was a glaze that cast over your eyes. he caught it before you zone out. shifting the mood. hank couldn’t help but frown at your reaction. it wasn’t what he was expecting at all.

of course you were happy for hank. what kind of wife would you be if you weren’t? he’d been working so hard to get here.

he was now the youngest lieutenant in detroit city police history. you wish you could have given him a better reaction, but you were taken off guard and, as selfish as it was, you almost didn’t want him to take it.

“honey? you okay?”

his words pull you from your thoughts. looking up, you force a smile, “yeah, of course. i’m sorry, that’s wonderful news, hank. i’m so proud of you.”

you lean forward and give him a proper kiss. holding his face to you until you pull away for air. you did your best to not look him in the eyes — you didn’t want him to see you cry.

“i’m really, really proud of you, hank,” you shut your eyes and feel the tears escape, slipping down your cheeks. you began crying once you felt hank kiss away your tears. “i’m sorry.”

“talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispers against your temple, rocking you in his arms. “what’s going on in your head?”

“i don’t know. i guess im scared,” you confess. you knew his job wasn’t going to be any different — except more responsibility and paperwork — but now you were about to have a baby. you didn’t want to lose hank and be left alone to raise your son by yourself.

looking hank in the eyes now, you watch as his expression softens — wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“i’m scared of losing you,” you begin again, this time more clear. “i’m scared that i’m going to get that call one day — from fowler or someone at your job, telling me something happened and you didn’t make it. i don’t- i can’t lose you.”

you let out a deep breath. it felt like a weight had been taken off your chest then. your hands found their way to hank’s wrist, holding them steady as he kept your face in his hands.

you watch as he comes close to you. he gives your forehead a kiss before tilting your head back so you could look him in the eyes.

“i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he gives you that toothy grin you love so much and you began to cry again. “i’m not leaving you or the baby. you’re not gonna lose me.”

sniffling, you look him in the eyes through wet lashes, “promise?”

he chuckles and nods his head, “i promise, sweetheart. you have my word.”

you didn't want to spoil his night any more than you already had, so you decide his promise was enough for the time being. you give him a soft peck on the corner of his mouth.

"i love you, hank. i'm sorry for ruining the big news," you gently stroke the side of his face, smiling weakly as your thumb traces over the lines on his face.

"you didn't ruin anything, honey. not at all," he turns his head to kiss your fingers that were on his face, wrapping his arms around you in the process. "but i can't lie, it's not exactly how i pictured the night to go."

you laugh and nod in agreement, "i'd like to blame the fact that the baby is going to be here next month, but i just have to accept this is who i am."

"and who exactly are you?" hank asks you, leaning forward to press kisses on your neck again.

you smile and pull him closer to you, feeling his hands rest on your sides to hold you down on his lap.

"lieutenant anderson's wife,"

he stops pressing kisses to your neck when you answer him, a low growl escaping his throat. he pulls back from where he was buried in your neck, his once blue eyes now onyx from his blown-out pupils.

"that's right. my wife," he grips you tight before standing up, steadying you before making his way to the bedroom. "and i think it's time i show my wife some appreciation."

"but this is supposed to be your night!" you protest, clinging to him as he turns into the bedroom. you feel him gently lay you on the bed before smiling down at you. you couldn't help but glance down at the growing bulge in his pants.

"trust me, sweetheart — this is still my night."

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