Demoman x Reader (Dinner with the In-Law)

“Tavish~” (y/n) giggled, half-heartedly trying to escape her husband's embrace.
“Aye, hen?” he chuckled, holding her tighter around the middle and nipping at her neck.
(Y/n) grinned and managed to turn around and face her cyclops of a husband.
“Have you been drinking?” she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave his lips a peck. He didnt taste like alcohol but that doesn't mean he didn't have any.
“Nae, ah huvnae. Aam jist canty coz mah maw is comin' ower fur tatties an' neebs wit me and mah guidwife.”
She shook her head slightly, she were only just getting used to his jargon but she was still no where near being able to translate most of it.
“In English, darling?” (y/n) pecked his nose, messing with his short, fuzzy hair.
“Me mum's comin' ta dinner, (y/n).” Tavish smiled, taking your hand and kissing the palm.
She paled a bit. That woman didn't like her one bit, she was so rude to her on her and Tavish's wedding day. Who knows what she'd be like tonight.
The mercenary laughed at his wife's expression, “Don' look so glum, hen. Maw just wants to see how we're doing.”
“We're doing fine,” (y/n) mumbled, moving away from her husband's warm embrace to check on whatever she was cooking in the oven for dinner that night.
Tavish frowned and leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen, “Why are ye so against havin' me mum over, hen? She isnae that bad.”
(Y/n) sighed, eyes watering, “She hates me.”
“Oh, pish, love,” Tavish cooed and hugged his wife from behind,  kissing whatever exposed flesh he could reach, “Maw loves ye. You're funny, smart, know your way around a grenade launcher, can hold your liquor, beautiful-”
“Well that doesn't mean much to her, does it?” she chuckled slightly.
A smile blessed his handsome face, “True. The old chook couldn't tell salt from sugar til it's already half way down her gullet.”
The two burst into giggles, for what seemed like a lifetime.
“Maw really does like ye, bonnie,” Tavish kissed the spot just in front of her ear before nuzzling his face into her neck, “She's just… gettin, used to her only family startin' a family of his own.”
He kissed her lips with a warm passion, a hand massaging her stomach.
“Tav, you know I don't want kids just yet.” (y/n) mumbled, a hand on his.
“Aye, hen, ah know.”

*Timeskip*
“Ye undercooked th' chookie. Cannae ye dae anythin' reit?” the old, blind woman huffed, stuffing more of the 'undercooked chookie' into her mouth and chewy slowly.
(Y/n)'s ears went red as she bit her tongue. She knew this was a bad idea, but did Tavish listen? Noo, he just had to have his mother over for dinner.
“Soo…” said husband cleared his throat, “How've ye bin, Maw?”
“Nae guid, son. It's bin lonely withit mah loon aroond. Ah wish tae tois ay ye woods coorie up an' make me a bairn ur tois sae they can visit.” She scolded, scooping a heap of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
(Y/n) had no idea what was just said only knowing it was enough to embarrass Tavish.
“We arenae up tae havin' bairns jist yit, Maw.” The mercenary blushed heavily, making his wife even more confused.
(Y/n) tuned them out as they continued to banter back and forth about whatever the topic was, instead choosing to lose herself in her thoughts.
It wasn't that she didn't want to have kids with the demoman, quite the opposite. She was just… afraid. Yes, that's the right word. Afraid. She was deathly afraid he would get called back to war and die a horrible, slow and painful death, leaving her to raise however many kids they chose to have.
On her own.
“Hen? Are you alrigh'?”
The smooth voice of her husband brought (y/n) out of her thoughts. Her mother-in-law wasn't sitting at the table anymore.
“Where's-?”
“She went to the loo,” he wiped a tear she hadn't known she'd cried off her cheek, “What's wrong wit ye, love?”
Tears burned eyes as she wrapped her husband in a needy hug, “I love you so much, Tavish.”
Her words made him smile like a mad man. Never would he get bored of how delicious and sweet his name and those three words sounded coming from your mouth.
“Ah love ye too, (y/n).” He held her tight, breathing in the scent of her hair.
Their passionate embrace was interrupted by the sound of a toilet flushing, followed by the tapping of a cane and footsteps.
“It's braw ay ye tae hae mints in yer bathroom, a wee prissy but braw l” The old woman rambled as she came into the dining room. In her hand was not a mint. Definitely not a mint.
It was a small piece of soap, shrunken in size by excessive use of its lifetime, with a single, curly, black hair stuck to it.
“Wait, Maw-!” Tavish stood quickly but was too late.
His mother had just plopped the soap into her mouth ans swallowed it whole, hair and all.
“Mm, minty. A wee tangy thocht.” Giving a sour expression as she described the flavour.
(Y/n) covered her mouth, muffling her giggles and her gagging. Tavish had paled, in too much shock to laugh.
Taking the ringing phone in the other room as his excuse to leave, mumbling an, “Excuse me, I'll get that” on his way out.
Mrs DeGroot sat down in her original seat, “Brammer mints, (y/n), but ye shoods pure invest in some soap”
“Pardon?” (y/n) flushed pink, still noy understanding half of what her mother-in-law was saying.
“Soap, lassie,” the tsked, “Fur ye and yer guests to wash their hands after usin' the loo.”
(Y/n) choked on her giggles, “I-I'll make sure to buy some.”
Mrs DeGroot nodded and gave a soft smile, “Ah know ah havnae bin a guid maw-in-law but ah do trust ye are the best fur me loon of a son. I know ye'll raise some guid bairn.”
(Y/n) smiled, her insides going golden with warmth, “Thank you, Mrs DeGroot.”
“Ye can caa me Maw.” The old woman smiled through cracked dentures.
(Y/n) smiled wider, “Thank you, Maw.”

*Timeskip*
Tavish settled into the covers, waiting for (y/n) to join him before falling asleep.
“Tav?” she called from their ensuite bathroom.
“Aye, hen?”
“About this morning. The thing you said about us starting a family? I think we need to talk.”
“What about it?” he sat up a bit, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever his wife was doing.
(Y/n) stepped out of the bathroom and saschayed over to the bed before crawling in next to him.
Tavish's jaw dropped. Never before had his wife looked so sexy with clothes on! (A/N: I'll let you imagine whatever clothing/lingerie you want, mainly because there is no singular kind of beauty and you might not agree with or think you look good in whatever clothing/lingerie I would choose for this oneshot {at least not in your eyes})
(Y/n) blushed and smiled shyly. He hadn't looked at her like that since the day she walked down the aisle.
Those muddy pools just echoed with all the love, passion and lust her felt for her, resonating his endearment for her.
His one and only.
“By the way, what were you and your mother talking about during dinner?”
“We were discussin' our future,  hen.” Tavish snuggled up closer to his wife,  “Annd, abou' our babies, (y/n)”
Pulling her closer with one arm, her head resting on the other, he moved his knee up between her legs.
(Y/n) giggled, “Well, since you've brought it up, I've had a change of heart since earlier today.”
“Abou' what?” he mumbled, kissing, biting and sucking places of her neck and shoulder.
“Having kids,” she moved back so she could look him in the eye, “Tavish,  I love you more than anything and I think I'm ready to start a family with you.”
His eyes lit up like Christmas lights, a grin dancing across his face.
With a hint of mischief in his voice, he moved so his arms caged her beneath him and his lips brushed against her ear before whispering,  “Well, we best get started then.”