mlb imagines⚾️️? (OPEN)

Giancarlo Stanton -requested-

gonecarlo

 I take a deep breath, ending my call with Giancarlo and setting my phone down on the table.

Taking a step back, I look at the small collection I put together. Ballons, pink and blue cupcakes, a little Stanton jersey, the ultrasound pictures, and the positive pregnancy test were all in an organized set up so each one could be viewed.

I set up my camera on the counter so that I could keep this moment forever. I hear the door open, and I rush out of the dining room and to the front door, greeting my husband with a kiss.

"Hey baby, how was your day?" Giancarlo asks, setting his backpack he brings to and from the stadium down before wrapping his arms around my waist and looking down at me.

"Kind of stressful. I ran a lot of errands, but that's not really important because I have something to show you."

"What is it?" He asks, his bushy eyebrows raised at me.

I bite my lip to hold back my smile and pull a black blindfold out from my pocket. "It's a surprise," I say, hopping onto the counter behind me so I can reach Giancarlo's eyes.

"If the surprise is that you're a kink, I already know that," G smirks, resting his hand on the small of my back.

I gasp lightly smack his shoulder. "Giancarlo Cruz," I warn, "Enough with that mindset. Get your head out of the gutter."

He laughs, and I roll my eyes, taking his hand and leading him into the dining room.

"Where are you taking me?" G asks, squeezing my hand.

"Hush it, and you'll see," I tell him, stopping when we're in front of our dining room table.

"Are you ready?" I ask giddily, jumping because I couldn't contain my excitement.

"Why are you acting like this babe? What are you showing me?" He asks, laughing at me.

I reach up and untie his blindfold, stepping back so I could watch his reaction.

I lace my hands together and rest my chin on them, watching as my husband pondered over the items in front of him.

It takes him a second, but as soon as he sees the ultrasound pictures his jaw drops. He holds the set of pictures and the pregnancy test up and stares at me.

"Are you serious?" He asks, his eyes big and his 6'6 frame hunched over, so he's looking me in the eye.

I nod, and he launches forward, wrapping me in his arms and spinning me around.

"Oh my God, I'm going to be a dad. There's a kid in there?" He lifts my shirt and puts his lips to my stomach, smothering it with kisses.

I cup his cheek with my hand, kissing his lips once he stands back up.

"Are you excited?" I ask him, accepting the hug he pulls me into.

"Are you kidding me, Jillian, I don't think I've been this excited in my entire life. I'm so ready for this," he looks down at me, and my heart skips a beat when I see the single tear trickling out of his left eye.

He kisses my forehead before pulling away to look at the rest of the goodies on the table. He holds up the Stanton jersey and holds it to my still flat stomach.

"I have to call my mom!" He shouts, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sitting down in one of the chairs. "Wait, you got cupcakes too?"

I laugh, leaning back and sitting on his lap. I hand him the pink cupcake, and I take the blue one.

G opens his snapchat and snaps a selfie of us with our cupcakes and the balloons that I wrote 'You're going to be a daddy!' on.

He draws a heart on the top corner, typing something before showing me what he was going to post.

The selfie was adorable, so I give him the nod of approval to go ahead and add it to his story.

I wrap my arm around his neck, leaning down and kissing his lips. "Are you ready for this?" I ask him, his lips forming a smile against mine.

"We're going to kick ass at this parenting thing, Jillian. I'm so ready for this."