Morning Miracle {Daddy!Jean x Mommy!Reader}

You felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around you from behind, making your skin flush with warmth. The feeling was certainly welcome to your cold body. You'd taken off the fluffy blanker that you had draped around your shoulders and wrapped it around the bundle in your arms instead. You didn't care if you got a chill, as long as your newborn child was snuggly and warm.

"(Y/n), come back inside. You'll catch a chill. And so will baby." Jean hummed, pressing a loving kiss against your cheek. "Come back to bed."

You smiled gently, but didn't move. "Give me 10 minutes, Jean. Then I'll go back inside, I swear."

Jean moaned and nuzzled his face into your neck. Poor thing, he had just woken up and was too sleepy to put up a proper fight. "Why?" He moaned, his hot breath sinking into your skin.

"Because I want baby to see the sunrise. She needs to know that the world we live in is beautiful, and that no matter how cruel life is, the sun will always paint the sky pinks and oranges every morning. I want her to realise that every day is a miracle, Jean. Because every day is. You and I know that more than anyone."

Jean sighed and buried his face into your hair. "I know, (y/n). Every day is. But still, it's cold."

"It's worth it. Baby and I love it."

"We need to name her, (y/n). We can't keep referring to her as 'baby'." Jean ran his hand through your hair, twirling the stands around his fingers absent-mindedly.

You huffed and held your precious baby closer to your chest, letting her absorb more of your body heat. She made the cutest content little noise, though she was still asleep. "Well then, Mr. Kirschtein. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Jeanette." You could feel his smirk though you couldn't see it.

"You can't be serious!" You groaned.

"Shh, don't get so worked up, I was only joking!" Jean stroked your hair reassuringly. "How about Maria?"

"Like the wall? Isn't that a bit... well, you know. The wall DID fall."

"Okay, okay. Daisy?"

"We called the pet fish Daisy, remember? Then it died."

"Oh yeah. Rose?"

"Jean, no walls."

"Damn. Mikasa?"

"What? Is this your way of telling me that you love Mikasa?"

"What? No! I just couldn't think of any other names, I swear."

"Hmph."

Jean and you stayed standing still on the grass for a couple of minutes. You were both too tired to think or talk excessively. You wriggled your bare toes in the thick green grass, the morning dew pooling around your feet. Your only request you ever had house-wise was something with a garden. You didn't care how big or small the actual house itself was, just as long as you had fertile dirt to plant and grow flowers, herbs and vegetables, as well as plenty of grass for your incoming child to play on. You looked down at the baby in your arms. She was bundled in two blankets, though she was already in dressed in a thick woollen onesie. All you could see was her little face, her chubby cheeks, cute button nose, long, dark eyelashes and the little tuft of (h/c) hair that poked out from under the folds of the blankets. She was so perfect with her daddy's eyes and soft skin. In the silence, you could hear her soft, even breaths.

"Hey (y/n), how about--"

"Jean! Look! The sun's rising! Come on baby, wake up and see the sky!" You squealed.

The dark blue of the skies above you became littered with rays of warm yellows, mellow oranges and gentle pinks. You watched, wide-eyed and amazed as the morning colours blended and overtook the dark blue, absorbing the shining stars in the process. You watched it most mornings, but it still never ceased to amaze you. You sighed and rocked baby in your arms.

"Sorry for interrupting, Jean. What did you want to say?" You asked, pulling your sight away from the sky, which was beginning to blend into a heavenly daytime blue.

"Mirabelle."

"What?"

"Mirabelle. For baby." Jean moved to your side and lovingly stroked your baby's little chubby cheek. Said baby's golden bronze eyes lit up with joy as she saw her dad. Jean couldn't help but smile at the little wonder in his wife's arms.

"Mirabelle Kirschtein..." You repeated, sounding out the name with your own voice.

"It... I know it's a bit lame and please don't ask how I know this, but... it means incredible beauty, and she's the most beautiful thing that's ever come into my life." Jean's smile deepened as his baby wrestled her had out of the blankets and wrapped her tiny hand around one of Jean's fingers. "Except for her lovely mother, of course." He quickly added, making you laugh.

"Mirabelle... it kind of sounds like 'miracle', doesn't it?" You grinned.

Jean chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose it does."

"It suits her, though. She is our little miracle." You looked out further into the garden. The sprouts of roses and cornflowers were visible from where you stood. "Mirabelle it is."

"Really?" Jean sounded a bit taken back. "I thought we'd never decide on a name and she'd just be referred to as 'baby' forever."

"She's not going to be a baby forever, Jean. One day she's going to grow up..."

"Shhh, (y/n). Don't say things like that. It scares me." Jean leaned in to kiss your cheek. He smiled sweetly at you. "Now, back to bed?"

You nodded. "Let me feed little Mirabelle first, then I promise I'll be in."

"I love you, (y/n). And you too, Mirabelle." Jean pressed Mirabelle's nose gently with one fingertip, making a 'boop' noise under his breath, causing her to let out a happy squeak.

"Just as I love you two." You smiled, snuggling little Mirabelle closer.