#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.

[maddieladner1999]

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

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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.

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Why You Should Take A Taxi At The Airport When Travelling With Kids?

Do you have children travelling with you and find it difficult to go around once you reach your destination? Travelling with children may be challenging, particularly after a long journey. You already have to contend with strollers, baggage, and unhappy children. Getting from the airport to your location causes tension that you do not want to deal with. Though ridesharing or public transportation appear like low-cost options, they may lead to unneeded complications. Therefore, a sensible and simple approach to ensure your family is secure, comfortable, and happy from the minute you arrive is by renting a taxi at Airport.

Comforts And Simplicity After A Long Trip

One of the biggest reasons to choose a taxi at airport while driving with children is that it provides immediate comfort. After spending so much time in the air, I believe the whole family is exhausted and annoyed. Waiting in waiting for buses or figuring out public transit may be draining. You can get where you are going fast when you hail a taxi. Your luggage, strollers, and other baby gear will fit in taxis; many will even provide child-friendly services like car seats if you so choose.

Prioritise Your Children's Safety.

Safety is really crucial when travelling with children. Taxies are typically better and more constrained than rideshues or public transportation while you're at the airport. Trained employees, and taxi drivers know how to remain safe on congested roads. When travelling with your family, particularly in a nation you are not familiar with, this peace of mind comes in quite handy.

Spend No Time In Congested Areas.

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WHY HIRING A PRIVATE DRIVER & GUIDE IS A GOOD IDEA!

When planning your next trip to Perth, Margaret River, and the Southwest, leverage our experience. A private driver can make your journey easier, safer, more comfortable, and more enjoyable! There are numerous advantages to hiring a private driver compared to driving your own vehicle, renting a car, taking public transportation, or using taxis.

If you're travelling with babies or children, we can provide suitable and approved car seats or seatbelts upon request. If you choose to drive into the region yourselves, having these fitted in any of our vehicles is also straightforward.

We offer a standalone transfer service between Perth and the Margaret River region for up to six passengers. This service can be incorporated into a multi-day discovery tour of the area with personalised itineraries. Additionally, an in-region transfer service is available for those flying directly into the Busselton Margaret River Airport (BMRA). This airport has been developed to accommodate interstate and international air services, and with ongoing planning for long-term infrastructure needs, to support the growing passenger demand and potential for additional services.

Flexibility & Freedom A hallmark of having a private driver and guide is the flexibility and freedom it offers from the outset. You'll be traveling with only family and friends, and your itinerary will be tailored to your expectations, allowing for a degree of flexibility.

Having a local connection enhances your experience, providing greater insight into the region and its happenings. This connection allows you to make the most of your journey and explore opportunities that might otherwise be missed!

A Personalised Service We approach all bookings with professionalism and will contact you promptly upon receiving your booking or inquiry. Since most of our tour experiences are bespoke, we will request as much input from you as possible. This helps us create a tailored and private tour itinerary that not only meets but exceeds your expectations.

Itinerary copies will be sent to you, as we understand that the planning process can often involve multiple parties. As a long-time local and wine-trained tour operator, we are happy to provide suggestions. Once the itinerary is approved, we will take care of all necessary bookings on your behalf.

Local Knowledge & Connections MYDRIVER Margaret River boasts over 25 years of experience and a well-developed network within the local and regional wine industry. This deep expertise and established relationships foster exceptional service and flexibility when crafting custom wine and food-focused itineraries for visitors to the Margaret River region.

The popular adage, "It's who you know, not what you know," holds true in environments where the right connections can make all the difference. By leveraging our extensive network, we can provide a personalised and flexible itinerary tailored to your exact preferences and interests. After all, a memorable tour experience often stems from the passion, insight, and integrity of your host or guide.

Convenience & Time-Saving If your travel plans include a vacation, hiring a private driver offers a high level of convenience and significantly reduces your travel time. Navigating unfamiliar streets and trying to find the most efficient routes can be daunting. Questions like how to get from your hotel to a location, how far you need to park from the entrance, and what traffic laws apply in a foreign country can be overwhelming. With a private driver, these concerns disappear.

A private driver can take you anywhere, at any time, allowing you to focus on enjoying your experience rather than worrying about logistics. This means traveling with flow and efficiency as you move through your itinerary, which is essential when visiting multiple venues and participating in various activities.

Cost Considerations for Private Driver Hire While hiring a private driver offers numerous benefits, it does come at a cost, which can sometimes be hidden during the inquiry process. At MYDRIVER Margaret River, we prioritise transparency in our pricing, reflected in the setup of our website. We provide a direct online booking function and multiple contact options, including phone, text, email, and WhatsApp. We encourage you to do your due diligence by checking various review sites.

Our tailored and private tours are offered on a flat fee basis, with tasting fees and lunch at the client's expense. Typically, tasting fees are fully redeemable with any individual purchase, and the choice of lunch location is entirely up to you, making it challenging to include these costs in our pricing. This approach allows us to avoid turning your experience into a regular bus tour, often shared with strangers. A private driver not only provides convenience and safety but also enhances your overall experience with a level of service that public transportation simply cannot match.

Extensive Services Being a long-term local with extensive experience in tourism and hospitality provides us with a wealth of recommended contacts and referrals across various sectors, including adventure tourism, sightseeing, and the wine and food spectrum. While the list of these contacts is too extensive to display here, as our client, we are more than happy to make suggestions and follow up on your behalf. For instance, we offer access to a personal, private home chef hire service that can take you on a culinary adventure right in the comfort of your residence. This personalised experience allows you to enjoy exquisite meals tailored to your tastes, making your stay even more memorable.

Luxury Transportation Traveling in style often means traveling in comfort as well. We operate a small fleet of K4 Kia Carnival Platinum and SLi vehicles, which fuse SUV-inspired design with an unstoppable attitude. The Carnival features progressive styling and boasts an impressive 627L boot capacity, even with all eight seats in use, making it ideal for carrying luggage—or, even better, wine!

Although licensed to carry up to seven passengers, we limit our bookings to just six to ensure a more comfortable experience for everyone. For groups larger than six, we can offer two vehicles along with a more comprehensive split itinerary. This means the itineraries can share a common pick-up and drop-off location, as well as a lunch venue, while the morning and afternoon activities are personalised to suit your group’s preferences.

Safety & Reliability The safety of every customer is our top priority. Our drivers and guides undergo thorough training to ensure they are knowledgeable in both safe driving practices and exceptional customer service. Additionally, all our drivers and guides are subject to background checks, providing complete assurance of safety for our clients.

Our vehicles are well-maintained and equipped with modern safety features, ensuring a secure and reliable travel experience. You can rest easy knowing that your journey with us prioritises your safety at every turn.

Where to Stay in the Margaret River Wine Region When planning your stay in the Margaret River region, your choice of location can greatly enhance your experience.

Yallingup and Prevelly: If you prefer beach locations, these areas are ideal. Yallingup offers spectacular views, while Prevelly is closer to Margaret River, making it a convenient choice for day trips to Boranup or Augusta.

Busselton: Known for its charm and famous jetty, Busselton can feel a bit removed from other attractions in the region. Keep in mind that there are currently no Ubers in the area, and taxis can be scarce and unreliable, so consider your transportation options if you plan to go out for dinner.

Margaret River town, along with Prevelly and Gnarabup, boasts the greatest concentration of dining options, including cafes, coffee shops, galleries, and shops, placing you equidistant between the two capes. As a local tour operator, we can provide valuable insights to help you choose the best accommodation for your needs.

ORIGINALLY FOUND ON- Source: MYDRIVER Margaret River(https://www.mydrivermargaretriver.tours/wine-country-blog/2024/9/27/private-driver-margaret-river)