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Sunscreen

Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bob burns. Your daughter gets very paranoid when he forgets his sunscreen one morning and insists on bringing it to him.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: ahhh my first bob fic. I just love the idea of him as a dad!

“Do you have everything?” You called from the kitchen, the rustling of objects from upstairs perking your ears. 

“I got it, darlin’,” Bob told you kindly as he trotted down the stairs while zipping his tan backpack. 

Beach football had become a tradition since the first game almost seven years ago. One football emoji from Maverick in the team’s group chat would have everyone rushing off base or nearby homes and gathering on the beach across from the Hard Deck. Bob would smile every time but quickly turn off notifications and grimace as Phoenix and Hangman started their taunts. 

The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, “Don’t come home with a bloody nose, please,” you jokingly pleaded, pushing up his aviator glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

Your husband chuckled and draped his backpack over his shoulder before walking over to the other side of the counter. His hand playfully grabbed hold of one of his daughter's space buns and pulled her closer. “Be good for your mom, Ames” he told her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’m always good, daddy,” the six-year-old sighed dramatically and looked up at him, her matching aviator glasses slipping off the nose that also matched her father's. 

“I know, but as your dad, it’s my job to say it,” he reminded her matter of factly before offering a quick ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll see you later’ to his favorite girls. 

Amy returned to her coloring book, her cheek resting against the palm of her hand as she meticulously colored her half-finished page. You leaned against the counter and watched as he walked towards the front door, casually eyeing him up and down with a smirk appearing on your face as his yellow shirt rose slightly.  “Gross,” Amy mumbled under her breath after hearing the door shut. 

You playfully scoffed and tugged on her other bun before kissing her forehead. “One day when someone catches your eye, baby, the payback will feel so good,” you chuckled before leaving her to her coloring book. 

The house was still. 

Like her father, Amy was a quiet child and her soft voice only ever rose when she was in distress or angry, which wasn’t often. “Mom!” she cried. Your blood turned cold at the shrill tone of her light voice, the basket of clothes collided with the wood floor. 

“Amy,” you breathed as you hurried into the room, your heart pounding against your chest.  The little girl stood in the center of the kitchen, tears filled to the brim as she looked down at the cylinder spray bottle in her hand. You came closer and got down on your knees, instantly looking for scrapes. “Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head, moving the can towards you. “Daddy left his sunscreen,” she told you meekly. 

Your face instantly softened as she passed it to you. Amy was never the same after last summer when the sunscreen was left in the room while you were out in the hot weather. Bob came back a bright blinding shade of red. The sounds of his pained groans and restless nights still haunted Amy. She hated to see her dad in any kind of pain or even slight discomfort. 

“He’ll probably borrow Aunt Nat’s sunscreen,” you tried to reassure her, taking your finger and pushing up her glasses. 

“But it’s his special sunscreen,” she grumbled, her eyes slowly narrowing. “We have to go give it to him!” 

You looked down, the bold labeling reading: up to 110-degree protection. A laugh threatened to escape your poorly concealed smile. Bob swore by this stuff, proudly taking it with him everywhere during summer outings since the incident. “Ok,” you gave in, “we’ll go.” 

The salt air was refreshing, the seagulls wailing loudly from above and the testosterone-fueled shouts were not any less quiet. You took a quick glance inside the windows of the Hard Deck, sending a quick wave to Penny before Amy pulled on your other hand. 

 “I see him!” Amy gasped excitedly, seeing Bob sitting in the sand with some of the other aviators while they reset for the next game. She let go once she noticed you watching, taking off towards Bob. “Daddy!” she called. 

Bob’s eyebrows knitted together as he heard the familiar voice, he looked up to the sun wondering if he was overheating. The voice called to him again, the voice huffing and puffing before standing in front of him, her little shadow blocking his slightly pink face from the blazing sun. He looked down in surprise, “What are you doing here?” he asked with a grin. 

“You left your sunscreen at home,” she said as she pulled away, showing him the can. 

“She was adamant about bringing it to you,” you chimed in from behind. Bob’s torso turned and he wrapped his arm around your calf to pull you closer to his side. 

Bob chuckled and took the can, pressing his kiss to her cheek. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, darlin’,” he hummed.  Amy put her hands on her knees and inspected his face, noticing the small patch of red forming on his nose. There was only one way to get her to relax. Bob popped open the lid and removed his glasses before spraying it all over his face. “Is that better?” he asked, one of his blue eyes opening to see her reaction.

She was about to tell him to spray his face once more but a gasp left her throat as she was hoisted into the air and seated on broad shoulders. Her eyes were screwed shut and her arms had a death grip around the person’s neck. “I didn’t think I’d get to see my favorite girl today,” he said. 

Her eyes opened once she heard his Texas drawl. “Jake!” she giggled, her eyes opening widely and a bright smile forming on her lips. 

“Come to save your old man from losin’, baby bob?” 

Amy blushed and shook her head bashfully. It was no secret to the team that Amy had a little crush on Hangman. “No, daddy left his sunscreen at home. I didn’t want him to get burnt.” Jake looked down at Bob and tsked, teasingly shaking his head in disapproval before carrying Amy off towards the water. 

You took a seat next to Bob and looped your arm around his. “You know I just borrowed Natasha’s, right?” You couldn’t help but smile at the small laugh he had in his voice, it was your favorite sound in the world. 

“I know,” you sighed, resting your head on his clothed shoulder. “You should have seen her face. She was worried you looked like a lobster.” 

“I was doing just fine,” he hummed, turning to kiss your temple. “I promise.” 

 You looked down at his sand-ridden forearm. Raising a single eyebrow in suspicion, “You’re looking a little pink there,” you smirked, nudging him with your shoulder. Untangling your arms, you moved to sit on your knees, taking the can from its spot in the warm sand. “You could always…” your voice faded off as you eyed him up and down, hoping he’d get the hint. 

Bob noticed the slight change in your tone and watched as your thighs clamped together while your eyes examined his clothed chest. “Baby,” he said in a low voice.

"Lift," you said sternly. He did as he was told and lifted his arms so you could spray his strong arms. You looked over, Amy was still sitting on Jake’s shoulders as he ran her down the beach, her little arms held the red football tightly to her chest, and giggled as the guys tried to reach for it. “She’s with her fan club,” you murmured before dragging in your lower lip. 

The blond gave in and took off his shirt, gently placing it over his backpack. “This is what does it for you?” he joked, pointing at his pale skin. 

“Very much so.” You nodded happily and started to spray his chest and back. Goosebumps started to form from the cold mist, naturally flinching to get away from it. “You should keep your shirt off,” you told him, sending a wink in his direction. 

He pulled you in for a kiss, “You would like that wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he mumbled against your lips.

“You guys are so gross!” Amy whined as she trotted towards you, plopping down right in between your bodies. Bob rolled his eyes and took back the sunscreen, spraying a little on his finger and dabbing it on her nose. She pouted, yet still nuzzled against his bare chest. “Thank you,” she sighed, scrunching her wet nose. 

Amy shifted into your lap after the team called for Bob. He groaned and stood up from his spot, instinctively reaching for his t-shirt. A low hum of dissatisfaction rumbled from your throat, his head whipped towards you and caught your knowing expression. “Fine,” he sighed before walking back towards the beach, looking back to see your grin. He looked down at Amy and pushed up his glasses, making his daughter giggle and do the same.

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“Do you miss being alive?” His feet swung, water rippling around his ankles. I dipped my toes into the hotel pool, the water refracting blue shimmering light over my bare legs.

“What does that mean?” I kicked a leg out to watch the rushing white bubbles.

He huffed, using his foot to send a splash of water against my thigh. I swiped off the droplets with my hand, laughing.

“Lately that’s been echoing in my head,” water lapped at the bottom of his knees, “I miss being alive. I miss being human.” His voice carried over the water easily, reaching every hollow corner of the room.

“You’re thinking too hard, then,” I said, twirling my ankle as I spoke, “Being alive is breathing. Being human is feeling.”

“I’m not feeling lately,” he watched the bubbles forming behind my ankle, “Not breathing.” His head dipped at the admission.

I held out my hand, and he looked at me quizzically. I beckoned for his hand, and he placed his wrist in my palm. I set his hand on my chest, my skin prickling at his freezing fingers. I watched his mouth as I took a deep breath, his lips parting as my chest rose.

“I’ll breathe for you,” I exhaled, his eyes honey at my offer. “I feel enough for the two of us.”

“You always do this,” a rim of tears was forming under his irises. He looked away when he caught me staring, “You’re so kind.”

“It’s easy to be kind to someone like you,” I pressed his hand more firmly to my sternum.

“No, I know it’s not,” he pulled his hand away, clasping his hands together tightly, “I’m hard to love.”

“You think?” the chlorine in the air was choking me with nostalgia, “You can’t imagine the people I have loved before you.”

He laughed, without humour.

“I have loved men who berated me, who had no respect for me, who treated me like a maid,” I shook my head, “Men who had no love to give.”

“Not a very high bar for me, is it?” his fingers twisted around each other, picking at his cuticles.

“I’m trying to tell you,” I sighed, “You reciprocate everything. You meet me where I am. If I’m excited, you’re excited. If I’m sad, you’re crawling into bed with me. You bring me what I need.”

“I’m insufferable, most of the time,” he met my eyes, mouth pulled to the side as he bit his cheek.

“Some of the time,” I gave him a sheepish grin, sending a ripple of water against his leg. “But I love you all the time.” His bottom lip shook briefly, and he wrapped me in a hug, pressing my dewy skin to his.

“Thank you,” he said into my shoulder, voice aching, “I’ll try not to forget.”

“I’ll remind you,” I whispered, “As much as you want.” He gave me a tight squeeze, kissing the top of my head.

“My angel,” his fingers circled the bumps in my spine, “I’ll love you forever.”

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