#Airport Transfer With Baby Seat

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Family Travel Made Easy: Navigating Airport Transfers with Baby Seat in Turkey

Travelling with a baby can be challenging, especially when it comes to navigating airport transfers. However, Turkey, with its rich cultural heritage and welcoming atmosphere, offers several options to make this experience as smooth as possible. Here’s a guide to help you navigate airport transfers with a baby seat in Turkey, ensuring a stress-free start to your family vacation.

Choosing the Right Airport Transfer Service

When travelling with a baby, safety and convenience are paramount. In Turkey, numerous airport transfer services cater to families with young children. It's crucial to choose a service that provides baby seats as part of their offering. Most reputable companies allow you to book a baby seat in advance, ensuring that it's ready and properly installed when you arrive.

Look for companies with positive reviews regarding their family-friendly services. Some popular options include private car services, shared shuttles, and even some taxi companies that offer pre-booked baby seats. Websites and apps like KiwiTaxi, GetTransfer, and local Turkish providers like TransferAlanya offer these services.

Booking in Advance

Booking your airport transfer in advance is highly recommended. This not only guarantees availability but also gives you peace of mind knowing that all your transportation needs are taken care of. When booking, specify the type of baby seat required based on your child’s age and weight. Ensure you receive confirmation that the baby seat will be included.

When making your booking, provide details about your flight to account for any delays. Most services track flight times and will adjust your pick-up time accordingly, ensuring that your driver is there when you land, regardless of any unexpected changes to your schedule.

Arrival and Pick-Up

Upon arrival in Turkey, follow the instructions provided by your transfer service for pick-up. Typically, drivers will meet you in the arrivals area with a sign bearing your name. For larger airports like Istanbul Airport or Antalya Airport, it’s helpful to know the specific meeting point as these airports can be quite busy and sprawling.

Your driver should assist with your luggage and help you install the baby seat if it isn't already set up. It's always a good idea to double-check the installation to ensure it's secure. Taking a few minutes to do this can provide extra peace of mind for the journey ahead.

Enjoying the Ride

Once everything is set up, sit back and enjoy the ride to your destination. Turkish hospitality often extends to transportation services, so don't be surprised if your driver offers water or other refreshments. If you have any specific needs or requests, communicate them clearly to your driver. Most drivers will go out of their way to ensure your family is comfortable.

Travelling through Turkey's scenic landscapes can be a wonderful experience, even more so when you know your child is safe and secure in their baby seat. Whether you're heading to the bustling streets of Istanbul or the serene beaches of Antalya, a smooth and hassle-free airport transfer sets the tone for a great holiday.

FAQs

1. Can I bring my own baby seat for airport transfers in Turkey?

Yes, you can bring your own baby seat. However, it may be cumbersome to carry it along with your luggage. Many airport transfer services provide baby seats upon request, which can be more convenient.

2. How do I ensure the baby seat provided meets safety standards?

Most reputable transfer services in Turkey use baby seats that comply with international safety standards. When booking, you can ask for details about the brand and model of the baby seat. Upon arrival, inspect the seat to ensure it’s in good condition and properly installed.

3. What types of baby seats are available for airport transfers?

Airport transfer services typically offer various types of baby seats, including infant seats for babies up to 1 year old, toddler seats for children aged 1-3 years, and booster seats for older children. When booking, specify your child’s age and weight to ensure the correct seat is provided.

4. What if my flight is delayed or arrives early?

Most airport transfer services in Turkey track flight arrivals and adjust pick-up times accordingly. When booking, provide your flight details so the service can monitor your arrival time. In case of any significant delays, it’s always good to have the contact details of the transfer service handy to inform them directly.

Conclusion

In conclusion, navigating airport transfers with a baby seat in Turkey is made easy with a bit of planning and the right service provider. By booking in advance and ensuring the necessary equipment is available, you can start your family vacation on a positive note, enjoying all that Turkey has to offer.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

babys first flight

words: 1.3k

warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying

a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol

rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.

“two hours.” he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.

“i think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.” you say, running your finger over rosie’s cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “whatever you think is best.” rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.

you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when she’s asleep during her usual naptime. “wake up, babygirl.” you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.

“its okay!” you stretch a smile over your face. “its okay, rosie!” your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.

“here, let me take her.” rafe reaches out. “you stretch your legs and take a break.”

you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.

“gonna use the bathroom.” you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. “be right back.”

you don’t hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that you’re booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie. 

you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.

“here ya go.” you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.

“oh god, thank you.” rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.

“would we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?” you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.

“we absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, i’ll use my phone.” rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.

“shes loving this.” rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.

“now boarding first class.” the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.

“she just started looking tired too.” rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until you’re all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.

“welcome aboard.” the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.

“babys first flight!” you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.

“here, i got her.” rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.

you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.

while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosie’s buckles. she’s asleep before the plane even begins to move, and you’re surprised when she doesn’t even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until you’re steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.

“doing good baby?” rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, yeah.” looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.

the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.

“ohhh, its okay baby.” you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that she’s simply hungry.

“oh god, will you shut that baby up?” a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.

“what did you say about my daughter?” rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.

“you heard me! i didn’t pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!” the man grunts.

“you’re lucky we’re on a plane or-” rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. “stop it, let the flight attendants handle it.”

rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.

“sir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-” the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself. 

“it’s okay.” you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until he’s calm.

“dudes an asshole.” rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.

“she’s so perfect.” he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.

you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend. 

“i got her.” rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.

you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.

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“this was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.” you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.

you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.

“couldn’t agree more.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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[ducks-in-crocs]

I love your writing!! I really love the older sibling head cannon. I was wondering if you could write something off of this but the reader is like 25 and she tells the boys that they’re going to be uncles. Like their reaction and them meeting the baby would be the cutest. I’m obsessed

Uncles

Pairing - Sturniolo Triplets x Older Sister!Reader

Summary - You tell your brother they are gonna be uncles

Sitting in the car outside the airport leg bouncing in anticipation as you wait for your younger brothers Nick, Matt, and Chris. Anxiety feels your bones as you think about the little white boxes sitting at home on the kitchen table. You’re broken out of your thoughts as the passenger door swings open and you are engulfed in a hug from your youngest brother Chris.

“Jeez, Chris you almost gave me a heart attack” you exclaim as the triplets start to laugh. Nick and Matt express their hellos as they pack their bags into the car. The two boys give you a small hug as get in the car. As you pull out of the airport the anxious feeling starts bubbling in your chest once again

🦆🦆🦆🦆

Walking into your house after the long drive your eyes lock with the three white boxes on the table. Your nerves starting to get the best of you decide to just rip of the bandaid and get it over with.

“Hey boys before you head upstairs could you meet me in the kitchen please” you ask

“Okay, now I need y’all to stand in front of the box with your name on it” you instruct. Inside each box, there is a stuffed animal, a baby hat, an ultrasound picture, and a note that says I can’t wait to meet you uncle ( Nick,chis,Matt ).

“You got us presents,” Chris says excitedly. “ yes but you have to open them at the same time, okay,” you tell them. Each boy gives you a puzzled look before starting to open the boxes. Shock washes over their faces as they realize what is inside the box.

“Oh my God” Nick says in shock. “You’re having a baby” Matt whispers while Chris stands there quietly with his jaw on the floor. In the next moment you are in the middle of a group hug as all three boys spill their congratulations.

“You’re not having triplets are you ?” Chris questions after a brief moment of silence. You all start to giggle as you reassure them that no you are only having one baby.

🦆🦆🦆🦆

It been two weeks since you gave birth to your daughter and today is the day that your three youngest brothers finally get to meet their niece.

Hearing your husband’s car pull in to the driveway your excitement about seeing your brothers starts to rise. Behind your husband come three boys barely recognizable behind the mountains of baby gifts in their arms.

Nick and Chris put down the gifts before sitting down on either side of you. Eyes immediately locked on to the small baby in your arms spewing out compliments about their niece.

As Nick and Chris take turns holding your little girl you notice Matt is standing there quietly watching the three of you.

“Come hold her Matt” you call out softly as you stand up to allow him to take a seat on the couch. You gently transfer her from Chris’s arms to Matt’s.

“See you’re not gonna hurt her” you reassure Matt as your daughter settles into his arms. Taking a step back to stand next to your husband you both watch in awe as your brothers coo and fawn over their niece.

Uncles Headcannons

[ thank you for my very first request I hope you enjoy it - Ducky ]

[gingiesworld]

Old Flames

Civil War Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Reader has a penis. Breeding.

Requested by @ginnsbaker

18+ MINORS DNI

"Forever."

"And always."

After the battle at the airport, Vision tried to help get Wanda free from the Raft. Tony could see that the synthezoid was evolving, he was feeling more human with each passing moment. What Tony had never expected was the news he recieved when he arrived at the Raft.

"Wanda Maximoff was broken free last night." Secretary Ross informed him. "You wouldn't have anything to do with it now?"

"No." Tony told him firmly. "As much as I feel horrible with her being here, I wouldn't go back on the Accords."

"The power went down. The cameras were hacked." Secretary Ross stated. "The only person that came to mind with that was you."

"I can assure you. It wasn't me." Tony stated. "You can search the compound and every one of my safe houses but I assure you it wasn't me."

Wanda soon woke up in a dimly lit room, her eyes darting around the room. She wasn't in the restraints she was put in when she was in the Raft. She was just in her suit.

"You know, when I heard your name on the news after the incident. I just couldn't believe you were still alive." She watched as a figure emerged from the doorway.

"Who are you?" She asked, her accent thick.

"I'm hurt that you don't recognise my voice." They spoke, feigning hurt. "After all, you were the one who said always."

"You were dead." Wanda whispered as Y/N chuckled.

"That is what Strucker told you." Y/N stated as they took a seat on the bed beside her. "I was transferred. After they realised our bond. Our relationship, they used it as leverage for their own gain." Wanda remained silent as they spoke. "They told me that you had lost the baby."

"What baby?" Wanda questioned. She remembered their nights spent together, but she was never pregnant.

"They were the ones who told me you were pregnant, and when you miscarried. They told me that you never wanted to see me again." They told her.

"Y/N, you were the only one I ever cared about. Why would I hate you?" Wanda questioned as Y/N shrugged.

"I wanted to have a family with you Wanda." They whispered, they had flicked on the light. Wanda gasped as she saw the once warm blue eyes she fell in love with. "I always did, since we were little."

"Y/N, we're completely different people now." She whispered as they took her hand in theirs. Playing with the many rings on her fingers.

"You will always be the same Wanda to me." They whispered as she shook her head.

"Y/N, we don't know each other anymore." Wanda tried as Y/N shook their head and cupped her cheek.

"You are just a little different." They whispered as their thumb brushed against her bottom lip. "But I bet I remember all of the things that make you squirm." Wanda sighed when they pressed their lips against her own, almost getting lost in the feeling.

"I can't." Wanda whispered as she pulled away.

"You can Wanda." They told her as she shook her head.

"I have Vision." She told them as they smiled at her.

"I understand your powers may be different but it will be ok. This is meant to be. We are meant to be." They told her as they brushed her hair from her face.

"No. Vision has nothing to do with my powers." Wanda whispered as her heart pounded in her chest as Y/N untied her corset. "He is my uh, well I'm not quite sure what we are."

"You're mine Wanda." Y/N told her sternly. "You belong to me, and me alone." Wanda sighed when she felt their lips on her skin as they removed her top. Their hands softly grazing her skin. Remembering the way her skin reacted to their touch.

Wanda moaned as they wrapped their lips around her nipple. Wanda's hand went to the back of their head. Keeping them in place as they continued to suck on the hardened bud.

"Fuck." Wanda moaned lewdly when Y/N's fingers made their way beneath her pants and underwear. Thrusting slowly into her soaked core.

"We have to find her Mr Stark." Vision urged as Tony sighed.

"I have been looking for days Vision." He told him. "I haven't found a single trace of Wanda or the person who broke her out."

"What about Steve?" He questioned as Tony sighed.

"He only got there a couple of days ago. I already questioned him in Siberia." Tony informed him. "He knows nothing of Wanda's whereabouts."

"I don't know what this is that I am feeling Mr Stark but my calculations tell me it's love." Vision told him. "I can feel more with each day that passes."

"I understand that Vision." Tony sighed. "I am looking everywhere."

Y/N was thrusting inside her at a steady pace, the two sharing a kiss before Y/N looked in Wanda's eyes.

"I can't wait to breed you Wanda." They husked out. "Have the family we always talked about."

"Please." Wanda begged as she scratched down their back. "I need it. I need you. All of you."

Y/N grunted as they went faster and harder. Wanda reaching her third orgasm as Y/N reached their own releasing inside of her before they brushed the hair from her face. Watching as she caught her breath.

"I love you Wanda. Forever." They whispered.

"I love you Y/N. Always." She leaned up and kissed their lips lovingly. All of their feelings coming back in full force. The two old flames back together. Burning brighter together than they were when they were apart.

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If I Could Fly || J.D

!! A Part of the 30 days of music series !!

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Synopsis: After Jamie got drafted to the Flyers you were both missing the other more than ever. You would have left with him if it weren't for your classes. However, after a late night phone call with Jamie, you drop everything and go to him without a second thought.

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Jamie had been gone for nearly three weeks now. You couldn't help but feel lonely as you sat in the once shared apartment.

It was nearing 9 in California, so you knew calling Jamie was not an option. It was almost midnight on the east coast.

You sat on the couch watching one of your favorite movies to hopefully distract yourself.

About thirty minutes later a familiar ringtone buzzed from you phone. you were quick to pick it up answering the call.

"Jamie? everything okay?" you asked into the phone.

"Not really," He said trailing off.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You asked now sitting up.

"I just miss you so much, I can't sleep at all," He said softly.

"I know baby, I miss you too," You spoke truthfully, "I wish I could be there."

"I do too," He said.

"Its late baby, go to bed, you have a big game tomorrow against the red wings."

"Alright, I love you," Jamie said smiling into the phone.

"I love you too."

"I'm missing half of me when we're apart"

After the call ended you couldn't help but think about going to Jamie. At around 11 you decided you couldn't just sit here.

You practically sprinted to your room. Grabbing your laptop and emailing your academic advisor, letting them know you would be needing to transfer schools and would like to finish this semester online.

Once your emails were sent you booked a flight to Phili.

You packed up as much as you could in two suit cases and texted Trevor to come over.

As you sat in the living room bags packed you felt more relaxed then you ever have before.

You knew you would be coming back during the summer to finish your moving but for now these two suitcases would be more than enough.

You heard a knock at the door and quickly got up to answer it. As you pulled the door open you saw a half awake Trevor standing there.

"y/n it's midnight, what was so important I had to come over?" He said rubbing at his eyes.

"I need a ride to the airport, and here is the keys your gonna have to check in here once a week til im back to move everything," You spoke quickly.

"Wait what where are you even going?" Trevor said taking the key from you.

"Im moving to Phili."

Trevor couldn't help but smile. He was happy his best friend had someone like you in his life.

"Let's go then," Trevor spoke picking up one of your bags and following you out to his car.

-

You landed in Phili calling an uber to take you to Jamie's apartment. You texted his neighbor carter letting him know you would be at the stadium within the hour.

Carter, Jamies Goalie and Neighbor had agreed to leave a key to his place outside the door so you could leave your stuff there to make it to the game on time. He also agreed to get you a media pass so you would be able to surprise Jamie.

After you dropped your stuff off you headed straight to the Arena. You got in through the back and quickly made your way to your seat. You opted for a pretty bad seat but you didn't want Jamie to see you.

-

The Flyers had won the game against the wings and you were more than ready to run down and see your boyfriend.

You quickly made your way to the ice, walking to the locker rooms. You stood outside of the locker room.

Many teammates walked by giving you an odd look as they had no idea who you were.

Carter came out and sent a smile your way, as you handed him the key to his apartment," Thank you so much for helping me."

"I did this for the kid but, your welcome," He said with a laugh," I'll see you both later."

You stood a little longer, Jamie was the last one out.

He walked out of the locker room, with wet hair and you swear he's never looked so good. His eyes were stuck on his phone.

You picked up your phone calling him. He answered.

"Look up, idiot," You said before hanging up.

Jamies eyes met yours, you both felt butterflies as the world around you froze. You practically ran to Jamie engulfing him in a much needed hug.

"I can feel your heart inside of mine"

"Is this real? how are you here?" He said pulling away to look at you.

"I'm moving here," You smiled leaning up to kiss him.

"baby, you have school," He said, once he pulled away hesitantly.

"I'm transferring, I couldn't be away from you any more," You spoke softly," I already talked to my advisor, Trev's gonna keep an eye on my place til we can move the rest, and for now my suitcases are at Carters."

"I love you so much," Jamie said as he awed at not only your physical beauty but how perfect you were for him. He truly thought that he wouldn't see you for months but now here you are in his arms, and he is never letting you go again.

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Away From Her Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: next part in the Score A Goalie universe... enjoy! next one will take a while, it requires research:)

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The UWCL final in Eindhoven was here. Barcelona versus Wolfsburg. Clàudia on the pitch, you watching from the stands. You hadn’t felt so anxious about a match since the Copa De La Reina final, Atleti against Real Madrid, a match that went from 2-0 up to Real Madrid to Atleti bringing it to 2-2, through extra time and into penalties. Atleti came out on top and you were unashamed to admit that you had shed tears of joy over Atleti’s victory.

You had spent your time after the league finished organising the stuff you had brought to Barcelona back in January, trying to fit what you needed for your plans after the final.

Both sets of plans, as Clàudia planned to help you with your move, before the two of you went on a small holiday to serve as a break for you before you were thrown into training for the NWSL with NJ/NY Gotham FC, a club in need of a strong goalie to maintain their position at number 1 in the table.

It was hard, but you no longer had your apartment in Madrid, moving your things into storage that you did want to keep, but selling a lot. Clàudia was keeping some of your stuff for your return to Barcelona, the plans being after the NWSL season was done in November, you would be able to visit whilst Atleti and Gotham sorted out the post-NWSL training you could do before the winter transfer window in January.

But your career wasn’t the focus right now, as you sat in the stands of the Philips Stadium, in Eindhoven, waiting. Pina was on the bench but the stadium energy was electric.

Wolfsburg may have scored two goals first, but you couldn’t help but think about the Copa De La Reina final, Atleti were two goals down before bringing it up to 2-2, taking it to penalties after extra time where Atleti won.

You did not want it to go to penalties.

The second half was different and you could feel it, Patri sending the ball into the net to take it to 2-1, then two minutes later, Patri sent the ball in again, the score going to 2-2. Rolfö eventually making it 3-2 but later shots were going wide.

Pina was finally subbed on for Mariona in the 79th minute, while Ana was subbed on for Caro at the same time.

You grimaced as Wilms fouled Pina, but it wasn’t long after that Wilms was subbed off. A clash between Bronze and Popp had all the attention on the sidelines however, as Ingrid and Alexia prepared to be subbed onto the pitch at the 89th minute. 7 minutes of stoppage time were added, your stomach twisting as you leaned forwards in your seat, watching carefully.

Popp and Paredes ended up with yellow cards after a collision almost looked like it would turn into a fight on the pitch, Alexia and Ingrid having been subbed on minutes before the seven minutes of stoppage time arrived. Tackles flew in with players dropping like flies and you couldn’t stop grimacing.

Eventually the minutes ran out, Barcelona being crowned champions of Europe as Queen’s We Are The Champions played across the stadium, the team swaying and Pina rocking the trophy like it was a baby.

She spotted you in the stands, grinning and waving as you waved back, jumping up and down in celebration.

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The UWCL final was a flashbulb memory in your mind, and your fiancee’s as you sorted out your suitcases, the flight across the Atlantic amounting to more than 8 hours in the air, with Patri driving you two to the Barcelona airport.

“I will miss you, but I will miss your pancakes more.” Patri declared as she watched you travel with double the amount of suitcases as Pina, but the reasoning made sense.

You were moving countries for your career, your fiancee was helping you settle in first, but you were allowed a break before going head on into the NWSL.

A break that you were spending with Pina, visiting someone you hadn’t seen in almost a year. Jenni Hermoso, who currently resides in Mexico to play for Pachuca in the Liga MX Femenil.

Arriving at JFK airport, Pina pulled up her hood, whilst you dug through your backpack, eventually finding a pair of sunglasses and putting them on to obscure your face.

“Where do we go?”

“I was emailed instructions… we need to get the subway to…” you paused, looking between your suitcases, to your large backpack balanced on one of them, to Pina’s luggage, “we’re taking suitcases on the subway… great start.”

“So we go from central station and get a connecting train to New Jersey…” You went over the instructions, passing Pina your sunglasses as you found your hat, almost amused at the Atleti logo on it but you were pretty sure someone had recognised you both whilst on the subway already.

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“This should be it. The club arranged something close to the subway so I could get around without a car.” You explained, putting the key in the lock and almost celebrating when it turned and opened the door.

Wheeling all the suitcases inside, you headed over to the windows as you heard your fiancee speak, “es pequeño,” as she locked the door behind you both.

“Un poco,” agreeing with her, but it was a studio apartment with a tiny kitchen and windows that let in a lot of natural light, the view of the city presenting the hustle and bustle of New Jersey as you gazed out at the busy road full of cars.

“It feels very… New York, New Jersey… I don’t see a bat signal though.” You joked, peeking through the blinds like you were looking for a way to summon Batman.

“Gotham.” Pina rolled her eyes playfully as she snickered at your joke, walking over to the window to have a look.

“Suppose I should unpack something. Can’t leave it all until I’m back from Mexico and you’re on a flight… back to Barcelona.” Meeting your fiancee’s sad gaze, you held back your emotions as she reached for your hand.

“What am I doing? Moving nearly forty thousand miles away from you for a few months in the hopes my goalkeeper career isn’t just sitting on a bench until I retire then get stuck trying to become a goalkeeper coach? I’m sorry, you deserve better.”

“No. I deserve you. We deserve each other, and we both deserve play time, but I want you too.” Pina declared, her hand cupping your cheek as your face softened from where it was scrunched up in sadness, trying to hold the tears back.

“I want you too, and I want to play minutes. You are the only person who has put me first in a long time. You’re it for me, mi vida, our souls are together, even when our bodies are so far apart. I want to come back to you, marry you, and never leave you again, unless you don’t want that-”

“I choose you, remember? And our bodies are not apart yet.” Pina smirked, leaning in to press her lips against yours, before pulling away as you smiled.

“You’re right. In fact, I think our bodies could be a little closer.”

///

It took a little while to get your stuff unpacked, the two of you heading back out to travel from Hoboken and ending up in Greenwich Village, Lower Manhattan.

“I’m sorry you’re missing Ibiza this year.” You apologised over dinner/lunch (the timezone difference threw you two off), but your fiancee shook her head, pointing out that she was getting to spend time with her fiancee, in a new city before heading to another new city for a few days and seeing Jenni again after so long.

“I missed you in New York last winter.” Pina rationalised, smiling at you, before avoiding eye contact with whoever was behind you as the two of you were recognised.

“When do Atleti and Gotham announce your loan? People are recognising us from Barcelona.”

///

The flight to Mexico was nowhere near as long as the Transatlantic flight from Barcelona, the two of you bringing a lot less luggage too as you both looked to find Jenni and whoever she had brought with her to pick you both up from arrivals.

“¡Hola mis bebés!” Jenni cheered, pulling you both into a hug when she spotted the two of you approaching.

///

Your time in Mexico came and went, revealing the engagement to Jenni and how you were going to be on loan to NJ/NY Gotham until the end of the 2023 NWSL season. Jenni’s reaction included how you did not ask for her blessing, before she was congratulating you both and hugging you for taking a big step in your goalkeeping career.

Now you were staring out of your tiny studio apartment’s windows, watching the sun rise and trying to hype yourself up on your first day with Gotham.

///

Atleti and Gotham posted their posts first. Atleti revealed you had been sent on loan to NJ/NY Gotham for the rest of the 2023 NWSL season with good luck.

Gotham was a little more excited for you, using a photo array of shadows to tease your arrival, the shadows even resembled Batman before the final reveal of you in the Gotham goalie kit, the shadows made to look like the Bat Signal through the use of the spotlights during the photography session.

You were the next one to post, announcing your loan with a repost of the photo of you in the Gotham kit, with Bat Signal shining onto the dark background behind you, followed by photos of New York and New Jersey you had saved from when you and Pina were exploring around the two states.

Your previous posts consisted of photos of you and Pina hanging out with Jenni in Mexico, throwing people off online who thought everyone would be going to Ibiza, whilst leaving fans speculating as your engagement rings were spotted in one of the photos.

‘Sorry I’m not Batman, but I’m here to protect Gotham.’ Your caption was cheesy, especially with the bat emojis that Pina copied into her comment, along with a heart and flame emoji reminding you of the early days in your relationship.

///

[yournameoneverypage]

Snuggle Bug

Shawn Mendes x Reader. Established relationship.

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: My first sick fic...!! 🤒 Soft and fluffy, as per the request. I hope I did it justice and that y’all like it. ☺️

~*❤️*~

You threw yourself into your fiancé’s arms the moment you saw him step through the arrivals gate early Friday evening at Toronto’s Pearson airport. Shawn had been commuting between Los Angeles and New York for the past month and you had missed him something fierce.

He caught you like he usually did, but he almost lost his balance and, laughing softly, he set you back on your feet.

“Hi baby,” he sighed, enveloping you in his arms and burying his lips in the crook of your neck. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” you hummed back, breathing in the scent of him. It was off in the slightest of ways, but you pushed your concern aside. It was probably just the smell of the flight still clinging to him.

You hadn’t ever been one of those couples who sucked face in public, so it didn’t wholly surprise you that he didn’t add a kiss to your greeting. There’d be plenty of time for that once you were, at the very least, behind the tinted windows of your vehicle.

He transferred his guitar case to the same side where he had his carry-on hooked over his shoulder so that he could have a hand free to link with yours. He leaned into you slightly.

“Tired, my love?” you murmured.

“A little,” he exhaled, unconvincingly.

You knew him well enough to tell when he wasn’t being entirely truthful with you. He had been working himself to exhaustion in meetings with his team, writing and producing with musician friends, recording new music of his own, doing press for his movie, and house hunting. You could see it in his eyes with every FaceTime call.

He needed at least two full days’ rest wrapped in your arms, and that’s exactly what you were going to give him.

///

Shawn was dragging his feet as you made your way to where his Tesla was parked. He was definitely more tired than he let on. He never wanted you to worry about him, but of course, you did anyway, even when, - especially when, - he tried to assure you that he was fine.

You popped the trunk and reached for his guitar case and carry-on. “Get in the car, baby,” you smiled softly, touching his cheek. “I’ll take care of this.” He usually fought you on things like that, but this time he didn’t. He nodded thankfully and entered on the passenger side.

The moment you slid behind the wheel and closed the door after you, Shawn reached for your hand. “I’m so happy to be home,” he breathed, leaning over the console of the car and dropping small kisses along your jawline from your temple to your chin.

You knew when he said ‘home’ he didn’t necessarily mean Toronto. You were, after all, in the midst of relocating to LA. When he said ‘home’, he meant you. You were his home. You traveled with him as often as you could, - most of your work could be done remotely, - but the past month had been especially busy and you’d needed to be on site.

You were essentially doing the work of two as management strived to fill a couple of positions before your transition to full remote. Things had finally settled enough for you to take a few days off into the next week and you were going to spend every minute with Shawn, reconnecting and loving all over each other.

You tipped your head and his lips descended to your neck and you giggled. You took his face in your hands and finally claimed the kiss you’d been aching for for weeks.

He hummed contentedly as he eased away. “Missed your kisses, too.” He then brought your hand to his lips.

You tried to withdraw it but he tightened his grip as his head fell against the seat and his loving gaze met yours. He was so soft and clingy, which made sense as you hadn’t had any physical contact for way too long. You hated to ruin the moment, but you snickered, “I need both hands to get outta here, bub.”

“Get outta here then so I can have it back,” he murmured with a small smirk.

///

You and Shawn dropped his things inside your condo door. Unpacking and gifts, for he always brought you something from his travels, could wait a while longer.

“Dinner?” you asked, pulling him further inside, toward the kitchen, since he’d once again glued his hand to yours, and also his chin to your shoulder and his front to your back.

“Not hungry. Maybe later. Unless, of course, you’re hungry, my love.”

“I’m alright.” You turned around in his embrace and melted into his warmth. “How about a nap?”

It was music to his ears. He’d missed your bed almost as much as he’d missed you, and he particularly missed you in your bed. “Yes, please.” 

‘Nap’ was usually synonymous with sex in your home, and the first thing you normally did when Shawn had been away, even if only for a few days, was make love. After a month, you were craving him, acutely.

But when he crawled into bed after you and curled himself around you, resting his head on your stomach, instead of pulling your and his clothes off, you knew he genuinely wasn’t feeling well.

You tangled one hand in his curls and scratched the fingernails of the other across his upper back beneath his tank top.

Shawn was always warm, but he seemed especially so that evening. “Are you okay, baby? You’re really warm.”

“’m fine,” he mumbled, already half-asleep.

You brought your hand from his hair to his forehead. “I don’t think you are,” you frowned. “I think you have a fever.”

“Don’t want you to worry ’bout me.”

“Too bad. It’s part of the job description as your devoted fiancée. As is taking care of you when you’re sick.”

“Don’t wan’be sick,” he pouted.

“Unfortunately, you can’t just wish it away, bub. I’m gonna get you some soup, because you really should eat something, and then see if we have some meds.” You began to extricate yourself from your clingy fiancé, but he further tightened himself around you.

“Stay. Please,” he whispered. “Just need you here. Just need some sleep. Be fine in th’mornin’.”

And with that, he was out like a light.

///

Surprisingly, you fell asleep almost as quickly. Now that Shawn was home again and in your arms where he belonged, and your body and mind truly realized you had a few days without deadlines or expectations ahead of you, you fell into your own sort of exhaustion.

You woke a few hours later, having barely moved, to a rumbling in your stomach. You contemplated whether or not to try to ignore it and go back to sleep.

Ultimately, you untangled yourself from Shawn, successfully this time, and padded into the kitchen to warm up some soup for you both. You would try to rouse him to eat and drink and take some medication before falling back to sleep for, hopefully, the entirety of the night. You wanted to try to get ahead of whatever was ailing him.

You felt his presence in the kitchen before you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind. “I woke up and you weren’t there,” he whined, voice a little raspy.

You rubbed his forearms, now covered with the fleece of his favorite bear-stamped sweater. He must’ve gotten cold, even if you could still feel his body radiating heat. You looked over your shoulder to see heavy eyes, mussed hair, and pink-stained cheeks. It wasn’t fair; even when he was sick he was stupidly attractive.

“Sit,” you instructed, urging him toward the stools at the kitchen island. He did. “I want you to eat, drink, and take your meds,” you gently, yet firmly, demanded, placing a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and two Tylenol Cold and Flu capsules before him.

“I’m not sick,” he tried to argue.

You hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. “Humor me, bub.” You then sat beside him with your own bowl of soup and glass of water. He pulled you as close as possible without you ending up in his lap.

You weren’t satisfied till he’d slurped the last spoonful of chicken and vegetables, drained his glass of water, and swallowed his pills.

The short stop-off in the kitchen had exhausted him all over again.

“Go back to bed, baby, I’ll be there as soon as I clean up.”

Still, he offered, “I’ll help.”

“You will not. Go.”

“Can’t we clean up in the morning?” he frowned.

He looked so downtrodden, you didn’t want to deny him anything. You glanced around the kitchen, - it would take all of three minutes, - but before you could contest, Shawn’s hand was in yours and he was leading you back to your room.

After using the bathroom, and completing an abridged bedtime routine, you were back in bed and curled around one another, yet with less clothing. Shawn had again grown too warm and had divested himself of his sweater and tank top and you only wore your little boyshort underwear and one of Shawn’s old t-shirts.

“Do you wanna...?” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath the tee and up your back.

He would put forth his best effort, even as tired and unwell as he was feeling, because he’d missed making love with you as much as you had, and he was selfless like that. But so were you. The intimacy of just being able to hold one another close enough to share breath was everything you needed right then.

There was no way you could get any closer than you were, but that didn’t stop him from trying to crawl into your skin. 

“You can ravish me in the morning,” you promised with a smirk he could feel against the juncture between his jaw and ear.

He tenderly wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and sighed an ‘I love you’ before his eyes fluttered closed.

///

Shawn’s tossing and turning began around 2am. He was alternately too cold, buried under the comforter and flush against you, or too hot, blankets thrown off and balancing his giant, sweat-sheened body on the edge of the mattress. Regardless, he still needed some sort of skin to skin contact at all times, reaching for you, even in sleep, if only to touch his fingertips to yours.

His fever hadn’t broken yet; in fact, he seemed a little warmer as he was currently facing you, with only his forehead touching yours, again in that ‘too hot’ state. You did your best to attune yourself to his hot and cold fluctuations and adjusted the blankets accordingly whenever you were conscious enough to do so.

He finally, thankfully, fell into a deep, restful sleep around four-thirty.

A rattling cough startled you awake just after eight.

“Sorry,” Shawn croaked.

“Come here, Love,” you murmured, drawing him toward you. You lovingly traced the contours of his face with your fingertips. “How are you feeling?”

“’m sick,” he rasped, finally admitting what you already knew. “Shouldn’t’ve kissed you. Now you’re gonna get sick, too. ’m sorry.” His eyes were emotion filled and limned with unshed tears.

You shrugged. “We’ll be sick together then. No sorries, baby. Kissing you was, and is, worth the risk.” You moved to kiss him again.

He pulled his head away. “No. There’s still a chance to save yourself.”

You giggled. “I assume all responsibility. You can even say ‘I told you so’.”

“Oh, I will,” he smirked, but he could no longer deny you what you both wanted so badly. He brought his mouth to yours for a few moments of languorous kissing. He hummed against your lips.

When you eased away, you dipped your thumb in the divot of his chin. Your voice softened and cracked when you whispered, “It was too long without you this time.”

“I know,” he exhaled, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “Things will settle after the move.”

“You’re still too warm,” you said, kissing his forehead and frowning. “What hurts?”

“Everything,” he sniffled. “Throat’s sore. My chest is a little tight. My head hurts. My body hurts. ’m cold. You’re warm,” he sighed, cuddling even closer.

“I’m going to make you something to eat, and hot tea for your throat. And let’s get another dose of meds into you too, okay?”

He wasn’t hungry, and the thought of swallowing anything was currently a little overwhelming, but he was well aware that his immune system needed the boost. He also knew it would make you feel better if he at least tried to eat and hydrate. That alone was enough.

He reluctantly loosened his hold on you to allow you out of bed. You rounded to his side and organized a mound of pillows at his back. You turned on the television and asked, “What do you want to watch?”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “It’s Saturday morning.”

“Of course,” you chuckled and flipped to Cartoon Network. “How silly of me.” Saturdays were always no gym, breakfast in bed, cartoon mornings.

You peppered kisses along his jaw and into his neck. “Love you. I’ll be right back, ’k?”

His eyes, filled with adoration, found yours. “Thank you,” he breathed. “I love you.”

With an affectionate smile, you ran a hand gently through his curls before leaving him in the company of ‘6teen’ to go make breakfast.

Shawn stumbled into the kitchen with the duvet wrapped tightly around him just as you had finished organizing the breakfast tray. You laughed. “You’re supposed to be in bed!”

He opened the blanket and drew you into his cocoon. “I missed you.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, hugged him to you, and tipped your head up to kiss his chin. “I’ve been gone less than ten minutes, bub,” you snickered. 

“Less than ten minutes is too long,” he affirmed. “And I needed more Kleenex.”

“Go on now. I’ll be right behind you with the tray and a box of tissues.”

You had balanced two bowls of honey-sweetened oatmeal with blueberries and strawberries, two cups of citrus-honey green tea, another dose of Tylenol, and now a new box of tissues on the tray. You set it in the middle of your bed after Shawn had once again gotten as comfortable as possible and before you climbed back in beside him.

All throughout breakfast, Shawn craved your warmth. You were too hot encased in the duvet with him, but you endured it because he was sick and snuggly and needed you. And even with that, and a belly full of oatmeal and tea, he wasn’t warm enough.

You cupped his face and he leaned into your touch. “How about I run you a hot bath?”

He nodded tiredly.

He sat on the closed toilet seat with the blanket still wrapped around him while you began to prepare his bath in your heated soaking tub big enough for two. His insistence on being wherever you were was endearing.

You were often invading each other’s bubble on any given day, but being apart for weeks, coupled with him feeling unwell, made for an especially clingy boy.

You added a few drops of essential oils to water just shy of too hot and soon the bathroom was steamy and aromatic. Shawn could already feel the soothing effects of eucalyptus and peppermint as he filled his loosening lungs with deep breaths.

“I’m afraid you have to peel yourself out of the blanket and your clothes to get in, bub. Quick as you can. A few moments of cold and then you’ll be as warm as can be.”

You pushed the duvet off his shoulders and pulled his sweatshirt and tank top up and over his head. He shivered and quickly removed his joggers and boxer briefs himself before stepping into the tub.

He sunk in, up to his chin, sighing deeply, eyes closing. You began to gather the dirties to deposit into the hamper, and then the comforter to return to your bedroom.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded, reaching out to encircle his hand around the back of your knee.

You crouched down beside the tub to bring yourself eye level with him. You tangled a hand in his hair and gave his scalp a gentle scratch. “How about you let me clean up after breakfast and change the sheets, and then I’ll get in with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be away for ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Think you can handle that?” you teased.

“Meanie,” he scowled.

You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. He fell back against the bath pillow and again closed his eyes.

///

You turned the heat up a few degrees on your way to the kitchen with the tray of dirty breakfast dishes.

After the kitchen was clean, you returned to your bedroom to strip the bed of the sheets Shawn had sweated through earlier that morning and tossed them in the washer. You then remade the bed before pulling clean boxer briefs, joggers, a tank top, sweatshirt, and socks from Shawn’s dresser drawers.

Less than fifteen minutes later and you were back in the humid, fragrant bathroom. Shawn smiled contentedly at your return. You removed your engagement ring, placing it safely on the ring holder, - you never wore it in the bath or shower, - twisted your hair up into a messy bun, pulled your shirt off, and slipped out of your boy shorts. He scooted forward enough for you to climb into the bathtub behind him.

Your new home in LA had to have a heated soaking tub as well; it was one of your mutual must-haves for intimate moments just like this. If it didn’t, Shawn had promised to have one installed.

He relaxed into you, his hands stroking the backs of your thighs which had found their way around his hips. You draped your arms over his shoulders and began to run your fingertips through the hair on his chest.

You didn’t talk much, even though his throat was already feeling better, speaking instead with soft touches and caresses, entwined hands and palm and wrist kisses. You absorbed each other’s very essence, letting your body rhythms continue to re-attune to one another’s, as you soaked in the hot water.

Everyone outside of your relationship found it truly amazing that you and Shawn were almost always in harmony. You easily finished each other’s sentences, and often knew what the other wanted or needed without having to say anything at all.

Once you were both thoroughly waterlogged, and Shawn was finally warm deep into his bones, you lovingly washed his hair. 

///

Shawn sighed blissfully as he pulled on the clean boxers and joggers you’d laid out for him, - he was warm enough now not to need anything else, - and slid into bed between clean sheets.

“Try to sleep, hm?” you murmured. What he needed more than anything was sleep. You placed your hand to his forehead and, much to your relief, his fever had finally broken.

You suspected it wouldn’t take long for him to doze off now that he was warm and his body aches had eased. The Tylenol had dulled his headache and the lozenge you had given him, which he was currently sucking on, was soothing his sore throat.

You assured him you were coming back to bed as soon as you put the sheets in the dryer and retrieved some fresh water for your bedside.

He was barely holding onto consciousness by the time you returned. You made him sit up and drink as much of the cold coconut water as he was willing and able to. You then crawled back into bed beside him.

He whispered another ‘thank you’ and yet another ‘I love you’ before he succumbed.

Before you allowed yourself to fall asleep as well, you turned off the television and reached for Shawn’s phone next to yours on the nightstand. You had placed it in ‘do not disturb mode’ as soon as you’d known he was sick.

You entered his passcode to check his texts and voicemails for anything which might be pressing, and returned the necessary calls and messages.

From your own phone you called Shawn’s mom to let her know you weren’t going to make it to dinner that night because her son was sick with what you suspected was the flu.

You promised Karen she didn’t need to come over; that you would be home with him for as long as he needed you to be, and that you were taking the very best care of him. And yes, you would have him call her himself when he was up again and hopefully feeling better.

Despite your and, later that afternoon, Shawn’s assurances, Karen and Manny still drove into the city from Pickering to bring dinner to you. Baked Parmesan zucchini, homemade spaghetti and meat sauce, and a small plate of brownies, all gluten-free, of course.

They didn’t stay long. Shawn was still fatigued and achy as his immune system fought against his illness, but they were happy to see him eating, even if his portions were smaller than usual, and otherwise being well taken care of. Karen adored you, and trusted you wholeheartedly, but she was still his mother and he was her baby boy.

Karen insisted on cleaning up after dinner. She wouldn’t even accept your help.

She and Manny risked close contact, - after all, they also hadn’t seen Shawn for a month, - by giving him (and you) huge hugs before they left.

You fell into bed that evening, again wrapped up in one another, and slept, deep and restful, straight through till morning.

///

You woke up alone. Shawn’s side of the bed was empty. You listened for sounds of him from the bathroom. Instead you heard the strumming of his guitar from outside your bedroom, interspersed with some slight coughing.

He looked up from his playing to find you leaning against the archway with one of your small smiles only for him on your face. “Good morning, baby,” he returned your smile.

You crossed over to him, curling up on the couch beside him. You reached out to give a playful scritch to the stubble along his jawline. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back to sleep. I feel like I’ve done nothing but sleep for thirty-six hours,” he chuckled.

“You needed it...”

He simply nodded his agreement. He brushed a lock of hair from your eyes and tucked it behind your ear. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You shook your head and then asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he smiled, just before a small fit of coughing began again.

Your brow furrowed.

“It sounds worse than it feels,” he laughed. “It’s good, it’s loose. I can breathe deep.” And he drew a deep breath to reassure you.

For the flu, it was certainly a mild case if he was already feeling better. It made you hopeful that if you did end up also getting sick, you’d get through it just as quickly.

Now that you were up, Shawn voiced his desire to get out of the house for some fresh air.

It was a cold morning, with a slight coating of snow across the grass from the night before, so you dressed warm. You tucked scarves into your coats and made the short walk over to your favorite café for coffee and pastries.

You spent the rest of the morning gaming. You made lunch together. You fell asleep while watching movies and cuddling on the living room sofa. You ate Karen’s leftovers for dinner, all of them. (Spaghetti was always better the next day.) Shawn’s appetite was much improved.

His color and his strength were also a lot better.

Back in bed after dinner, you sat shoulder to shoulder in front of Shawn’s laptop as he showed you the latest of the LA homes he’d bookmarked, one which had just come on the market. He hoped it wasn’t gone before you returned to LA with him the week after the one upcoming.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he sighed, out of nowhere, as if it was an afterthought. “You always do.”

You dropped a kiss to his bare shoulder and murmured, “Always will.”

“You’re gonna be the best mommy.”

His comment wasn’t exactly surprising; you’d just looked at photos of the aforementioned property, one of which was a nursery.

Still, you teased, chuckling, “Do you know something I don’t?”

He laughed. “Just manifesting. For the future.”

“Let’s get through the move and our wedding first, hm? Then we’ll talk babies.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Shawn closed his laptop and set it on the nightstand before turning to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I seem to remember another promise made.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Something about ravishing you...?”

You grinned, giggled, “You’re sure you’re feeling well enough for ‘ravishing’?”

“I feel well enough to sure as hell try,” he smirked, swiftly maneuvering you beneath him and tugging the duvet over your heads.

~*~

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[tealingual]

Airport vocabulary in Finnish

Lentokenttä, lentoasema - airport Lentoliikenne - air traffic Lento - flight Vaihto - transfer Lippu - ticket Koneeseennousukortti, tarkastuskortti - boarding pass Passi - passport Viisumi - visa Lähtöselvitys - check-in Turvatarkastus - security check Rajatarkastus - border check Tulli - customs Matkatavarat - baggage Matkatavaroiden noutoalue - baggage reclaim Matkalaukkuhihna - baggage carousel Palvelut - services Palvelupiste - service point Informaatiotiski - information desk Myymälä, kauppa - shop, store Ravintola - restaurant Kahvila - café Käteis(nosto)automaatti - ATM cash machine Valuutanvaihto - money exchange Postilaatikko - mailbox Matkatavaroiden säilytys - luggage storage Löytötavarat - lost & found Lounge - lounge Työskentelypiste - workspace Lastenhoitohuone - baby changing facility Autonvuokraus - car rental Sähköpistoke - power socket Internet, WiFi - internet, WiFi Vessa - toilet Terminaali - terminal Portti - gate Matkustajasilta - jet bridge Rullaustie - taxiway Kiitotie, kiitorata - runway Asemataso - apron Lentokonehalli - hangar Ilma-alus - aircraft Lentokone - airplane Matkustamo - cabin Rivi - row Käytävä - aisle Istuin(paikka) - seat Matkatavarahylly - cabin compartment, hand-luggage compartment Turvavyö - safety belt Viihdejärjestelmä - entertainment system Turvallisuuskortti - safety card Oksennuspussi - sickness bag Happinaamari - oxygen mask Pelastusliivi - life jacket Hätäuloskäynti - emergency exit Käymälä - lavatory Ruuma - cargo bin, luggage hold Lentoyhtiö - airline Allianssi - alliance Miehistö - crew Kapteeni - captain Perämies - officer Matkustamohenkilökunta - cabin crew Lentoemäntä - flight attendant (female) Stuertti - flight attendant (male) Lentomekaanikko - flight engineer Lastaaja - loadmaster Lentäjä - pilot Purseri - purser Matkustaja - passenger Matkustusluokka - travel class Ykkösluokka - first class Business-luokka - business class Turistiluokka - economy class Lentää - to fly Vaihtaa - to transfer Matkustaa - to travel Tehdä lähtöselvitys - to check in Nousta koneeseen - to board the aircraft Noutaa matkatavarat - to reclaim baggage Nousta - to take-off Laskeutua - to land

[kaiyonohime]

Safely in the US. I have many, many comments to make about the issues with the airline industry.

First, Jetstar Japan does not allow babies to use car seats on their plans. At all. And the baby seatbelt that I was given to use was broken. That should NEVER have happened.

Second, American airlines conveniently forgot to load the baby meals on an international flight. I had snacks, but nothing as solid as a meal. Also, as a 183cm tall woman, I know for sure I can't evacuate from the economy section in case of an emergency. Nor could I even brace. The source allowed is now so little that my baby spent half the flight entertaining himself by using his feet to screw with his screen. And my stroller was destroyed, which is even more fucking awful.

Third, LAX. Burn it down and start over somewhere else, there is no saving it.

Fourth, put the smoking areas away from just outside the doors in Denver. No one likes smelling smoke while waiting for their ride.

Fifth, all American airports need baby strollers with luggage area. Japan has them for free, just get them. Also, child play areas. If the kid burns off steam before the flight everyone will be happy.

On Wednesday I get to see if we can make a thirty minute transfer that American booked. I really hope so.

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Bad idea right? Chapter 7

When the boys woke up the next day it was early. The sun was up and they were spooning. Ricky was the little spoon as always. EJ woke up first and couldn’t help from looking at his adorable baby boy laying next to him. Ricky quickly wakes up and looks at EJ

Ricky: what?

EJ: nothing just taking in the view

Ricky: but you’re looking at me (Ricky pauses for a min) oh I’m the view

EJ: the best view

Ricky: you say the sweetest things to me sweetheart

EJ: hey that’s my line

Ricky: sorry it was to perfect not to use

EJ: you’re forgiven. So what do you wanna see today? Flight is late tonight I think we have to be there by 7 to be 2 hours early

Ricky: well I have about 30 bucks so whatever that can get me which most likely only covers food

EJ: yeah I don’t have much either.

Ricky: so what are we gonna do?

EJ: I’m googling free things to do in New York

Ricky: smart

EJ: we can explore Central Park, ride the Staten Island ferry, or explore colleges here.

Ricky: wait you thinking about going to college here? What about our plan?

EJ: it doesn’t hurt to tour a campus and besides it’ll be easier to transfer after at least a semester we can still do our plan

Ricky: why would it be easier?

EJ: idk maybe because you’re barely passing high school now and schools here are tough to get into the first time around. Transferring can work for any college as long as you get in

Ricky: if we get in

EJ: we could. If you can pass after last semester you can do it. Just need more extracurriculars and a winning essay

Ricky: right cause I’m such a good writer.

EJ: I’ll help you obviously

Ricky: ok let’s actually get dressed and do something instead of talking all day

EJ: fine. But what are we doing?

Ricky: college tours.

EJ: ok we start with closest to here: NYU. I’m not even gonna attempt to try ivy options for you

Ricky: good plan. I’ll shower first you get a tour guide or whatever

EJ: I think we’ll just need a map we can explore on our own.

Ricky: fine

Ricky takes his shower quick followed immediately by EJ. He was barely out the bathroom when EJ walked in. After they were both ready to go the boys were too late for breakfast so they just took coffee to go from the lobby. They weren’t that hungry anyway. NYU wasn’t too far so they walked in order to save some cash. The campus isn’t huge so touring wasn’t so bad but after a few hours they needed a break. They stopped at a nearby pizza place that sold pizza pretty cheap by the slice. Cheapest meal they’ve ever had honestly. They were still tired so they took the metro (sharing a card) to the next stop that they could ride another metro to near the airport. It was the staten island ferry.

Ricky: I thought we were touring colleges

EJ: we did. I figured we were still tired could sit for a while and we were there for longer than I thought. It’s already 3 pm. By the time we’re done we won’t have much time left. Figured getting us near the airport was the better option. Besides I don’t wanna get excited about a bunch of schools here if you don’t even get in.

Ricky: sensible plan. But will we be able to sit down?

EJ: yes the ferry has seats. We will get one outside so we can see the Statue of Liberty.

Ricky: we gonna get to see that? Cool

EJ: what did you think the staten island ferry was?

Ricky: I honestly didn’t even think about it

EJ: it’s the cheapest way to see the statue.

Ricky: how close does it get

EJ: idk I guess we will see

After the hour ride on the ferry the time was getting closer to leaving time. They grabbed another quick bite since the hot dogs were cheap and they had just enough for a cab to the airport. The metro was going to take a while and they figured why not? (They are flying out of LaGuardia since it’s cheaper flights and closer to the ferry than jfk).

Once they got to the airport they had quite some time to kill so they just exploded after tsa which did kill some time but not as much as they thought. They didn’t have any money left so they didn’t buy anything. Wasn’t really anything good anyway. Soon it was time to go home and they did. Ricky drive EJ back to school and then drove himself home. (Yes he told his dad). EJ could’ve rode home with the group but they got earlier flights home and that was fine since he had Ricky. Ricky luckily saved some money in his car which paid for parking or he would’ve been in trouble. He text EJ later when he got home

Ricky: I’m home

EJ: glad to know you made it home safe

Ricky: I’m just glad I was able to pay parking. My dad must have thought about that when I was gone.

EJ: wouldn’t surprise me he always looks out for you

Ricky: anyway I’m tired good night

EJ: good light love you baby

Ricky: love you too sweetheart.

They fell asleep very fast since it had been a long day of walking.

Note: they carried their stuff with them all day and had backpacks as their carry ons. It was only a 2 day trip.

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Soulmates pt 3

As promised! Here’s chapter 3

Summary:

When Bradley Bradshaw finds himself single and transferring from the base in Virginia to the base in San Diego California he expects it to be a pretty boring trip, and given he’s chosen to fly as if he were a civilian he plans to drink his way through the whole thing so maybe just maybe he can fast track fixing his broken heart. But what he doesn’t expect is to meet the girl of his dreams.

Addilyn finds herself in a much better place than she’d been the year previous. And despite her promise to herself that she wasn’t going to jump into a new relationship or move too fast as she’d had the tendency to do, decides to turn on the charm with the cute yet sad man at the airport bar.

With both feeling a comfort they hadn’t experienced with anyone else before things could get interesting.

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Warnings featured throughout the story: 18+ minors DNI. SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER! Fluff, angst, all around cuteness, lots of flirting/pining. Age difference Addilyn (Phoenix’s younger sister) is in her mid-20s and Bradley is in his 30s. Pregnancy, emotional triggers. Language. Mentions of infertility.

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Addilyn and Bradley had been dating for almost three months, keeping it as much on the down low as possible. She wasn’t ready for all the inquiring her friends would do, plus with Della’s wedding right around the corner the last thing any of them needed was Della distracted by Addy’s sudden love life. It was hard enough as it was to keep Della on track, so adding anything else and the wedding wouldn’t be happening.

“Baby girl, what is all this?” Bradley asked as he opened his door to let Addilyn in while trying not to knock anything out of her hands.

She dropped her bag on the floor the moment she walked in a sigh of relief washing over her at not only the sight of him but also the smell of food. “I have to work on this stupid seating chart for the wedding and make all these table placements. So ya know, just work.”

The night called for much more than pasta and bread, apparently it also called for a bottle of chilled wine that Addilyn drank all by herself since Bradley knew he’d regret it in the morning if he helped her finish the bottle off, though he had a feeling she was also going to regret it in the morning, but he’d take care of her.

After they ate, the pair moved into his living room and onto the couch. Bradley’s arm found its way across her shoulders gently playing with her hair, without thinking she snuggled her face into the crook of his neck and softly peppered kisses along his collarbone. “You smell nice.” She whispered against his skin.

“But you have to stop distracting me. I really need to get this done.” She giggled, turning back to the book in her lap that had the almost finished seating chart. Once this and the placement cards were finished, the only things left would be finally picking out a cake flavor, planning the menu, and of course the actual wedding. And of course, given how indecisive her friend was, it all had to be done in less than a week. Honestly, Della was lucky she was not only getting married to Tom Kazansky’s son but also that Addilyn had as many connections as she did otherwise there was no way they’d be getting this done.

Bradley wouldn’t lie about being turned on. One of the many things that got him ready was collarbone kisses. But he also knew she was a little tipsy, and he learned that tipsy meant extra cuddly, though apparently so did tired. His fingers slid up and down her arm as he tried to readjust himself to be more comfortable, without disrupting her.

Bradley stood up and scooping his arms around Addilyn after another hour of sitting on his couch, while she finished up her work. He lifted her up into his arms so he could carry her to his bedroom. There was no way she was driving home in her condition. “Are you going to sleep in that?” He asked her as he laid her down hoping she was awake enough to help him out some.

“It’s not comfy. Do you have a shirt?”

Bradley hadn’t thought of what it would do to him to see her wearing his clothes, but he was willing to find out. He pulled out one of his t-shirts for her to slip into. Fully expecting her to be slightly more concerned or somewhat aware of her situation before she just took her clothes off. She’d sat up in the bed, took her shirt off then shimmed out of her pants, then slipped his shirt on and lastly she’d slipped her bra off and tossed her clothes into a pile by his bed. Then she laid right back down and snuggled herself into his bed.

“Are you coming to bed?”

He’d barely heard her, partly because she’d mumbled, and partly because he was totally daydreaming about her. Truthfully, Addilyn was the most breathtakingly gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He had never felt this way about a girl before. It was something he could get used to. It made him think of all the stories he’d heard about his own parents and the love they had for one another. His uncle Maverick would go on and on about how Goose could just stare at Carole for hours and never get tired of looking at her. The way he worded it was ‘I think your dad fell more in love with your mom every time he saw her’.

A love like that was what he wanted. Before he’d run into Addilyn at the airport, he’d almost convinced himself that it just wasn’t for him. Maybe there wasn’t someone out there for everyone, or maybe there was but it didn’t mean it would be great. Then she literally planted herself into his life and here he was, almost three months into knowing her but never wanting to let her go.  

He finally pulled himself together and took off his own shirt before he slipped into the bed beside her. She cuddled closer to him and pressed a soft kiss to his exposed chest. “Can we stay like this forever?”

Oh, what Bradley would give to stay like this forever. This had to be what his parents felt towards each other. A desire to simply stay wrapped up in each other forever.

—

The following morning Addilyn woke up to an empty bed.

She huffed as she eventually climbed out of Roosters bed and explored his small quaint apartment. The walls of her home were covered in pictures of her, her friends, and her family, there were no pictures on his walls. In her own home there were fake floral arrangements on tables, books on all her shelves, a TV mounted on a wall. Bradley’s apartment was pretty bare, aside from two pictures. They both sat in a frame on a side table in the living room. One was of him and his mom the day he graduated high school, the other he was young, maybe two, and he was resting on who Addy assumed was his father’s shoulders, and his mother was standing beside them, her hand was laced with her husbands and she had the brightest smile on her face. They looked happy.  

It made her sad to think about how long Bradley had been alone. Seeing the picture made her realize that was probably the only family picture he even had of all three of them. She remembered him telling her that his dad had died when he was really little. No older than he was in that picture.

There were hardly any indications that he lived there or that he’d had much of a life before he’d moved in aside from those two pictures. And maybe he hadn’t had time to unpack, though from the lack of boxes Addy was pretty sure he was finished.

Addy thought back to her own home and how cozy it felt. She couldn’t imagine hiding any part of her life from her own home. There were pictures everywhere, she may not still have pictures with Jason still up for people to see, but she still had them. They were just in photo albums, like all the other pictures she wanted to keep but didn’t want hanging on a wall. If someone were to walk into her home, they would know someone lived there.

Addilyn turned towards the door when she heard it open behind her.

“How did you sleep?” Bradley asked as he walked in and kissed her head.

Coming home from a run to a pretty girl in nothing but his old navy t-shirt was a sight he knew he could get used to.

“I slept fine.”

“You want something to eat?”

Addilyn shook her head. “I can’t stay long. I’m meeting Della in an hour to try cake samples.”

“Shouldn’t Christopher be trying the cake with her?”

“Usually yes, but just because he’s an Admiral’s son doesn’t mean he can just not show up to training because he has to try cake-”

Addilyn honestly couldn’t imagine that this wedding would’ve been planned at all if Christopher had to help plan anything. She loved him like a brother, always had, but when it came to things like wedding planning, he was totally hopeless. Addy also knew that all he really cared about was making sure Della was happy, they could’ve gotten married at the courthouse in jeans for all he cared, but he knew Della wanted an actual wedding so he’d left everything up to her.

“-So I’m stepping up. Besides, he doesn’t really care what kind of cake is at his wedding, he just wants to get married.”

Addilyn sighed when she heard her phone buzz, she knew before she even walked into his kitchen to grab it from the charger that it was probably Della or Presley wondering where she was, because of course they’d be somewhere early the one day she wasn’t running behind.

“Fucking great. We also have to find a replacement groomsman for me to walk with since Andrew apparently can’t make it. What a flake, I told Christopher this would happen. Andrew is literally the most unreliable person on the face of the earth.”

Honestly, once Della and Christopher were married Addilyn was taking at least two weeks to herself, and in that time she didn’t even have to hear the word wedding it would be too soon.

“So you need a date for the wedding?”

Bradley wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder before kissing her neck.

“I guess you could say it that way. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone would you?”

Bradley rolled his eyes playfully at her. “Don’t play with my heart like that baby girl.”

She smiled and leaned her head back against his chest, “would you really be willing to go as my date and be in a wedding where you don’t know anyone?”

“I think the real question here is are you okay with that? I mean are you ready for people to know we’re seeing each other? Because the moment we show up at a wedding, together I think people will know something’s going on.”  

Addilyn hadn’t thought about that. The second she mentioned having a replacement for Andrew after only just finding out he was flaking out, and not totally overreacting to something going wrong, her friends would know something was up. They couldn’t keep their relationship a secret forever, though she had really enjoyed keeping Bradley all to herself. “I’ll mention it to Della.”

—

The night of the wedding was beautiful. It was stressful arriving to the day, but they’d made it which was what mattered at the moment, and thankfully the day went by with only one hitch.

“You’re a lifesaver Bradley!” Della called as she saw her friend's apparent boyfriend followed by all the other groomsmen carrying bags of ice and taking it to where it needed to be.

Addilyn smiled to herself as she continued to curl Della’s hair at the sight of Bradley in his uniform. Honestly, it was enough to turn her on, but she had to keep her composure, at least until they made it back to her house after the wedding. The only thing Christopher had decided on regarding the wedding was that he wanted all service members in their uniforms, and personally, Addy was thankful for that.

“Are you going to be okay out there with your man looking as good as he does?” Della winked at Addy through the mirror.

“Girl I wouldn’t be. There are so many fine ass looking men here tonight I don’t know if I’m going to make it. And yes Addy your man is one of them.” Presley had always been a sucker for a man in uniform. “You know you’re going to have to tell us how you two met right? And how I can get one of my own.”

Addy bumped shoulders with Presley and rolled her eyes. “Thankfully, there are plenty of other nice looking men in uniform here tonight for you to choose from Pres. And can you go tell them we’re almost ready.”

“Fine. Another time I suppose.”

Presley disappeared for a short period to inform everyone else that things were about to start so everyone should take their seats and get ready.

“You ready?”

Della looked at herself in the mirror. It was happening. She’d actually made it. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Addilyn linked her arm with Bradley’s trying her hardest to breathe and focus on getting through the wedding, not on how amazing Bradley looked and smelled currently.

Throughout the ceremony Addilyn had to keep her eyes focused on Della and Christopher to avoid Bradley’s eyes, though she could feel him looking at her the entire time. She was going to be putty in his hands before the night was over if he didn’t stop.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Bradley hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of Addilyn all day. He was pretty sure he loved her in her dress only slightly less than her in his old gray Navy t-shirt. Honestly, Bradley would give almost anything to take things to the next step with her tonight. He’d try to make a move right now if it weren’t for the fact that they were at a wedding so there wasn’t anywhere they could sneak off to, that also didn’t seem like something Addy would be into.

“Care to dance?”

Addilyn glanced up to look at Rooster before she took his hand so he could lead her to the dance floor once it was open for dancing.

His one hand rested on her waist, the other held her hand and he held her body close to his as he led their bodies to the music.

“Who taught you how to dance?” Addilyn followed his lead letting Bradley twist and dip her when necessary. Jason never would’ve done this with her. He probably would’ve complained the whole time about how he didn’t even want to be there. She knew he wouldn’t have asked her to dance with him, and then if she would’ve danced with whatever groomsman she walked with Jason would’ve lost his mind out of jealousy and they would’ve fought the entire way home. But with Bradley, things were different.

“My mom,” he whispered, “she loved to dance. She used to tell me that one day I’d thank her for teaching me how and putting me in a dance class, and I wouldn’t be embarrassed.”

“And did you ever thank her?”

“I did.”

Addilyn rested her head against Bradley’s chest as they eventually swayed to the music, which made him even harder to resist in the moment. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed out on the dance floor, dancing to different songs, chatting about different aspects of their childhood. But it was long enough for them to be one of the last couples still out on the dancefloor as people had finally left, and Addilyn didn’t care. She wouldn’t have traded that time for anyone.

–

Addilyn climbed into the passenger seat of Bradley’s ford bronco with a brightest smile on her face. Her best friends had finally tied the knot which truthfully she already felt the stress of the whole thing lifted from her shoulders now that the wedding was over. Plus, she had her lovely boyfriend to spend the rest of the evening with.

The car ride back to her house was quiet aside from the soft melody coming from the radio in Bradley’s Ford Bronco. He had one hand on the steering wheel and his other was resting in Addilyn’s hand in the middle console, their fingers laced together as per usual.

As he put the Bronco in park, he turned and smiled expecting their night to end there, this was usually when the night ended. There had been a few times he’d stopped by and they’d watched a movie or after a long day of training she’d have him over to eat, going on about how he couldn’t live off the shit he had at his house and needed real food. Twice he’d stayed the night only to be up and gone the following morning before Addy had even woken up leaving her feeling no better than when he didn’t stay over. But tonight was different.

Bradley’s free hand was reaching over to brush her hair out of her face, gently tucking it behind her ear. Then his hand was cupping her cheek and his thumb grazed against her lips and they parted open ever so slightly, and as if that was the sign he needed Bradley leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against hers feeling her melt against him. He smirked against her lips when he heard the moan in her throat pulling away to pepper a few kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and onto her exposed shoulder thanks to the dress she was wearing, which did in fact make it harder for him to resist her.

“Do you wanna come in?” Her voice was breathy, and they both knew what was going to happen if he went inside. But he wanted to. So he forced himself to pull away from her long enough so he could get out of the Bronco and help her out.

Once inside Addilyn kicked off her shoes to make it a little easier to walk, but it made it slightly harder for her to reach Bradley’s lips as he was so much taller than her. She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arm around his neck so their lips could meet again. Bradley’s arms wrapped around her waist until his hands were resting on her hips and if they moved forward anymore, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself.

Addilyn could sense his hesitation, but she knew this was what she wanted. So she took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom. Then she took his hand and guided it to the slit in her dress hoping he’d get the picture.

Bradley ghosted his fingers over her thigh hoping he left goosebumps against her skin before he rested his hand right above her lacy panties playing with the hem as he walked them towards the bed until the back of her legs hit the bed.

Addy could feel herself throbbing between her legs craving him to touch her and as if he could read her mind he slipped his hand into her panties so he could rub her until she moaned and told him what she wanted. “Bradley, I need you.”

“Anything for you baby girl.” He whispered against the crook of her neck and her shoulder as he slipped a finger into her. “You like that?”

“Mmm” was the best response she could give him as she bucked her hips against his finger already drunk off his touch.

He eventually slipped another digit into her and lifted her off the bed so they could reposition themselves. He sat down then pulled her onto his lap moving his fingers just a little faster.

“Bradley.” She moaned, moving her hips closer even rubbing herself down against his thigh for just a little more friction.

“Atta girl.” he said, “you can do it.” he told her moving his free hand up her back so he could find the stupid zipper on her dress. Nearly losing himself when he heard her moan his name as she hit her orgasm and came on his fingers and his leg not even caring. He dragged his fingers out of her panties eliciting the smallest of moans from her smirking to himself as he felt her still rubbing herself against his thigh.

“Mm Baby Girl, we gotta get this dress off of you.” Bradley told her standing her up so he could finally get the damn thing unzipped and it fell to the ground. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of her. He wanted his hands all over her, but first he also needed to be undressed.

“No, let me.” She told him walking in between his legs to help him take his clothes off. He eventually scooted back onto her bed a little more before resting his hands on her hips and drifting them up her body until his hands were cupping her breasts. He smirked when she moaned and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself when he gave them a little squeeze. Finally he used one hand to pull her panties down until she could kick them off and out of the way, then she positioned herself into his lap and slowly let herself settle on him.

Addilyn’s head fell forward, resting on his shoulder leaving a small kiss before her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and her hips bucked closer to him. Bradley groaned in pleasure of being inside of her. His hands rested on her hips and he let her control how fast they moved, matching her speed, until she finally pushed his shoulder back so he was laying down completely so she could press herself down further onto him, stretching around him. One of Bradley’s hands stayed on her hip while the other moved back up to squeeze her breast and thumb over her nipple. “You feel good Baby Girl?” he asked, bucking his hips up when her hand went on his chest to steady herself.

Addilyn nodded her head, “so good,” she moaned, “Bradley. So fucking good.” She breathed. “Fuck. Bradley. You feel so good,” she moaned, moving her hips a little faster, grinding them as close to his as she could.

“You gonna cum baby girl?” He asked now holding her hips with both hands to help her out.

She nodded again.

“Atta girl.” he said, rubbing his thumbs over her hips as she rode it out. And the sounds she made sent him over the edge as well.

Finally, out of breath Addilyn leaned forward so she could rest her head against Bradley’s chest and listen to his heartbeat, but she didn’t roll off of him honestly just enjoying the feeling of him inside of her without moving.

At first Bradley had expected Addilyn to remove herself from him, but when she didn’t and instead rested her head on his chest, he couldn’t help but gently run his hand over her hair and let his head fall back into the bed content with the current situation. One hand stroked up and down her back loving the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips, but not as much as he loved the feeling of being inside of her. Nothing was happening, but it was the most intimate he’d ever been with someone.

A little time passed before he felt Addilyn rub her hips against his causing a little friction between them and Bradley took his shot. In one fell swoop he had them flipped over so he was looking down at her. His hand moved up her leg and he could feel her getting excited around him. He smirked as he leaned forward to capture her lips with his own as he also moved her leg up and over his shoulder giving himself a little more leverage so he could go a little deeper. His lips smirked against her skin as he kissed along her jaw and towards her collarbone as he moved his hips against her, when he heard the pleasure he was providing to her escape her pretty lips. “You’re doing so good for me baby girl.” he whispered against her skin before his lips found the perfect spot to suck until he knew there’d be a mark there for at least a few days.

Addy’s fingers were wrapped tightly around her sheets and she could feel her toes curl every time Bradley moved against her and she didn’t want him to stop. She couldn’t even form coherent thoughts let alone words, but Bradley didn’t mind. Just hearing her moan was enough to keep him going.

Her head fell back as she felt herself getting closer to the edge, she was throbbing around his cock and knew it wouldn’t be long before yet another orgasm washed over her. She tried bucking her hips up so she could feel more of him or something before she felt him move her other leg over his shoulder so he could go as deep as possible as they both went over the edge.

And the most amazing noise escaped her as she loudly moaned his name. “Atta girl. Finish strong.”

Once they were done Bradley pulled himself apart from her and leaned forward so he could kiss her one more time, then he pulled her in close to his chest silently wishing they could stay like this forever.

Addilyn pressed her lips softly against his chest before she nuzzled herself close to him. She knew she loved him at this moment, there was no doubt about it.

—

“Hey this is Bradley I’m obviously busy so leave a message.” Followed by a beep.

“I know I’m the last person you probably want to talk to right now. But I really need you to call me back, please.”

Cassie hung up after she left the first message running her fingers through her hair. She hadn’t expected him to answer. With the way things ended between herself and Bradley she expected he never wanted to speak to her ever again. Truthfully she didn’t want to see or speak to him either. But she was trying to be the bigger person here.

There was no denying that the last year, at least, of their relationship was nothing but toxic. It was on both of them, though during the break up neither really wanted to take ownership over messing up the other. Just another reason they clearly shouldn’t stay together.

This wasn’t how she’d wanted her life to go. Honestly, she wanted to move on from Bradley all together. Let him be another girl's problem, but currently he is still her problem, apparently.

“I got his voicemail.”

“Well, don’t give up. He needs to know.”

Cassie knew her friend was right. It was wrong of her to not tell him. Even though she was sure it wasn’t what he was expecting if she didn’t tell him she’d feel more guilty. So she called him again.

“Trying again, please call me back.”

Cassie waited at least half an hour before she called a third time. At this point she was annoyed. It wasn’t late, so he had to be ignoring her.

“Listen Bradley I’m not sure if you’re dodging my calls or you’re actually busy and just haven’t gotten them. But I wouldn’t be calling you if this weren’t important so please call me back.”

When it was finally clear that he wasn’t going to call her back, and so she didn’t totally lose all her nerve she decided to just text him. It was not the best way to communicate what she needed, but it was either this or he wouldn’t know.

I’m pregnant.

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Finally, booking in advance allows passengers with specific requirements (such as wheelchair users) more choice over their mode of transport - something which isn't possible if they wait until they arrive at the airport itself!

Traveling with children? Check if the Stansted airport transfer offers special services for families

If you're traveling with children, it's important to know if the Stansted airport transfer offers special services for families. Are there baby changing facilities? Do they have car seats available that you can borrow on a first come, first serve basis? Do they sell baby food options and/or baby wipes at their shops? And are high chairs available in restaurants so that your little one doesn't have to sit on the floor while eating!

Make sure to find out airport transfer booking facilities

If you're planning to book an airport transfer, make sure that the airport has this facility at the spot. London Stansted Airport has many options for car rentals, taxi and private Stansted airport transfer and can help make your travel experience easier.

The airport transfer company has a wide range of cars available and can help you find one that meets your needs. If you're traveling with children, there are a variety of child seats available for airport transfer.  If you're planning to drive into London, it may be helpful to know which roads are toll roads and how much they cost.

Ask about the level of service, size of vehicles and any additional costs that might incur while traveling between Stansted Airport and your destination.

When you are looking for a London airport transfer service provider, you should review the website of each company and ask them about their level of service, size of vehicles and any additional costs that might incur while traveling between Stansted Airport and your destination.

You can also ask for a free quote from the company, so that you know exactly how much it will cost to travel from Stansted Airport to your destination. If you are traveling to London or surrounding areas, then we recommend that you use Stansted Airport transfers provided by car. By doing so, you will be able to save time off your journey and enjoy the view of beautiful landscapes on your way to your destination.

Booking an airport transfer beforehand is the best way to ensure a smooth journey

Booking in advance is the best way to ensure that your journey goes smoothly. When you book online, it's quick and easy to do so at any time of day or night. You can also cancel or change your booking at any time if something comes up that prevents you from travelling on the day of travel and need an alternative arrangement made for you.

Book your Stansted Airport Transfer in advance from Best LondonAirportsTransfer.Com

The first thing to do is book your London Stansted Airport Transfer in advance from Best LondonAirportsTransfer.Com, so you can be sure that you are using a licensed and insured company.

Conclusion

We hope this guide has been helpful in informing you about the best way to travel between Stansted Airport and your destination. If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us at 020 70962001 – 020 39277700.