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MEMORY LANE

— flashback from the dad harry universe! please reblog and leave feedback 🌊

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A gloomy sky greeted Harry's vision when he awoke from an accidental midafternoon nap. The inside of his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, and a numbness tingled through his nerves. Usually, he had downtime scheduled to perfection, so he was confused about how he had slipped into unconsciousness so easily. It could have been courtesy of the lunch he devoured that was packed with carbs and sodium because, honestly, preparing three healthy meals a day was impossible with parenting at the forefront of his mind.

Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and slowly sat up on the couch. He surveyed the living room, finding it empty of you and his children's presence. Huh. He distinctly remembered lying down with a comforting weight on his chest in the form of his one-month-old baby girl. You'd been watching a show on TV. Apparently, he had drifted off for a solid hour. Maybe it was the lack of sunshine or the abundance of time at home that came with paternity leave, but he wasn't complaining. At this phase in his life, any sleep at all was considered a luxury.

He wandered around aimlessly, yawning and scuffing the slippers covering his feet across the hardwood floor. The patio door was dotted with droplets from the rainstorm earlier. Further in the distance, the waves were rough and choppy. It was ideal weather for staying inside.

After chugging a bottle of water, he began searching for signs of you. He assumed both kids were down for a nap since it was so quiet. Sleep when the baby sleeps had been the best parenting advice he ever received. He hoped you were taking advantage of it too.

The sounds of tape ripping and pages rustling led Harry to the home office. The ceramic table lamp cast a mellow and intimate spotlight on you sitting cross-legged on the mahogany desk, piecing together a scrapbook of some sort. Dozens of pictures were splayed on the surface, along with special keepsakes from the day his second baby girl was born—her tiny inked footprint imprinted on cardstock, sonograms spanning over several months, and written notes from you and Harry detailing milestones from your pregnancy and the newborn stage.

He thought you looked so pretty in these moments, caught unaware and completely immersed in something. Your eyes darted all around the memories in front of you, and he could see the creative gears of your mind turning. Your teeth bit into the plushness of your bottom lip. Call him crazy, but motherhood enhanced your features in an almost bewitching way. While pregnancy had blessed you with a heavenly glow and curves as sensational as a sculptor's muse, the maternal maturity that complemented your face and body was even more attractive. You possessed a natural gracefulness in the way you cared for the kids. Gentle with their needs, patient with their outbursts, and playful to the perfect degree. You had it down to a science.

"Hi, my artsy angel," Harry said, walking toward you. He tilted his head as he rounded the desk, observing the pictures you picked out. They were all printed memories from the digital camera he owned. Memories from the past year, dating back to the day he had found out he was going to be a dad for the second time.

"Hey." You taped a sonogram onto the first floral-patterned page—it looked like week eight when she was just a blob that captured his heart instantly. "How was your nap?"

"Didn't even realize I dozed off," he said. "Are the girls sleeping?"

"Yeah. I know you toss and turn in your sleep, so I took your little snugglebug away." You ruffled his unkempt hair. "Sorry."

"Smart thinking." He rubbed your shoulder, smiling down at you. "I see you're keeping busy."

Sighing, you leaned into his touch and said, "I tried taking a nap too, but I had an itch to get started on her book."

"Looks nice so far," he said, impressed with the creativity that motherhood had sparked in you. "Shall I leave you be?"

You shifted over a few inches and patted the space next to your bent legs. "Stay for a second. I need your input."

Harry obeyed, sitting on the desk. The office hadn't been used much since you became a stay-at-home mom. And he only really used it to pay bills, file taxes, or complete other incredibly boring paperwork. It was a relief to see you filling the space with much more interesting things.

"So, I was debating if we should write something for her since she turns one month old today," you said. "Maybe make it a habit. It was hard to keep up with the first baby, but I think we could stay on top of it this time."

"Let's do it," he replied eagerly. You grabbed his chin and guided it over for a slow, sweet kiss, then flipped to a thick page in the middle. He slid the book onto his lap, peered at the page he was supposed to lend his inferior handwriting to, and barked out a laugh. There was a photograph already taped down, and his heart swelled when he saw that it was from earlier today. He took in every part of it. Him lying on the couch with his baby girl curled up on his chest; his hands protectively covering her head and back; his mouth slightly parted as he slept like a baby himself. Absolute serenity.

"I think it encapsulates the one-month milestone pretty well. Tired all the time," you said, handing him a ballpoint pen. Even if exhaustion was present on your face, your eyes still lit up with a fondness for your family.

Harry kissed behind your ear, then held your gaze. "It's perfect," he whispered before pressing the black ink onto the paper. His hand moved freely from left to right, narrating the past four weeks in his mind and with each significant word.

You've been in our lives for an entire month already. Time is flying by! It feels like only yesterday you were clinging to me for the first time, changing my life once again. We feel so lucky to witness you slowly start to become aware of your surroundings. You keep us captivated.

One Month Milestones: You've been opening your eyes more often. We won't know the true color of them for a while—Mommy thinks they'll be green like mine (lucky you). You like looking at your mommy a lot, by the way. I can't blame you. She's beautiful, isn't she?

You love sleeping, which is a terrific thing. That picture just about sums up most of our days with you. When you are awake, you're a smiler. Your big sister and I do some silly things to make that adorable little smile come out. Dance moves, goofy faces, ridiculous voices—you name it. I can't wait until you start laughing. There's no better sound in the world.

You despise tummy time. It's kind of hilarious. Your sister likes to join you to make it less awful, but you just cry even more. It's a work in progress. Maybe we'll try it on the beach instead of the carpet. I have a feeling you'll love being by the water.

You're growing inch by inch. I think it might be the hardest part of parenthood. Soon enough, before I can even begin to appreciate this stage in your life, you'll be running around the house, carrying a personality and sense of adventure. I won't be able to keep up—figuratively and literally—but I promise I will cherish every moment with you and devote my life to being a person you can rely on.

Above all, I love you more and more each day.

~ Dad

There was a chart underneath where he could add traits that the baby shared with each parent. With a deep breath, he continued writing.

Dad's Traits: Loves to smile, cuddler, easily entertained, big appetite, likes to stare at Mom for long periods of time

Mom's Traits: Loves to sleep, endearing, perceptive, cute nose, stole my heart from the very beginning

Lastly, Harry drew another row below and wrote Sister's Traits: So irresistibly sweet and adorable that Dad can't handle it.

You rested your chin on his shoulder as he finished. "I don't think I'll be able to beat that."

"Just write what you feel," he said, setting the pen down. He flexed his hand. "Did you need anything else?"

"No," you answered quietly, staring at him like you hadn't expected several sentimental paragraphs to pour from him. "Thank you. I'm going to work on the book a bit more, and then we can... I don't know. What do parents do when they're not needed?"

Harry squeezed your thigh. "Sleep while the babies sleep. I could use another nap."

"Right. I'll meet you under the covers in half an hour."

"It's a date." He pecked your lips and murmured, "I love you."

You slapped his butt as he stood up and made his exit. "Love you."

Harry left the office and traveled down the hall, stopping at the closed door of his eldest daughter's bedroom. He gently cracked it open, hearing the white noise machine whirring. The lights were off, and the linen curtains were closed halfway, engulfing the space in a subtle, peaceful darkness that was prime for a long nap. However, she lay awake on her bed, faintly lit by the ladybug-shaped nightlight plugged into the nearby wall socket. Her body was covered by the pink Sherpa blanket his mother had given him as a baby shower present.

"What are you doing up, sweet pea?" Harry asked, sitting on the floor beside her bed. It was low enough that he was at eye level with her face.

"Not sleepy," she mumbled.

"No?" This was her daily nap time, and she was very accustomed to it. It was odd for her to reject it. He scrunched his nose and tapped his chin. "Hmm, let me guess why that is. Did you... have too much sugar?"

She giggled, her slightly crooked teeth showing. "Nuh-uh."

"Did you... watch too much Oswald?

"No!"

"Well, I give up!" he said dramatically. "Tell me."

She went silent and fidgeted with the blanket. When Harry swept his hand over her wispy hair in gentle encouragement, she finally spoke up. "Mommy's ignoring me."

He frowned, not expecting you to be the culprit. "What do you mean?"

"She goed into the room I'm not allowed in."

"Oh," he replied, still confused. "She's working on your sister's baby book."

A pout formed on her lips. "She does stuff for her more than me."

"That's not true," he said, tone soft yet firm.

"Then why is she always with Sissy?"

Harry exhaled, mentally calculating which answer would be most understood by a toddler who was used to being the sole focus for three years. He had to remember that she was adjusting to this new reality too. "Because," he said, "Sissy needs extra attention."

"Why?"

"She's tiny and new to the world," he explained. "She can't do certain things by herself."

His daughter crossed her arms stubbornly. "I'm tiny."

He laughed. "Yes, but you know how to feed yourself and speak like a big girl. It's not quite the same."

He was beginning to grasp the roots of her attitude. He didn't believe there was jealousy at play. She just seemed to not comprehend why there was a sudden shift in attention distribution. It was rational for a toddler's way of thinking.

"Is she... your favorite?" she asked shyly, reaching her short arm out. Her fingers grazed the tip of his nose. He pretended to bite down on them, then captured her hand in his and kissed all five of her fingers.

"There are no favorites in this household," he said sincerely. "Mommy and Daddy have to help your sister more frequently. It doesn't mean we're leaving you out, lovebug. She just requires a different set of needs than you."

She hummed, processing his clarification. He hoped it was good enough because it hurt to hear that she was feeling overlooked.

"We did this with you too," Harry added.

"How come I don't remember?"

"That's normal. None of us do at that age." He rested his elbow beside her head. "When you were only a few days old, we barely got any sleep. We were up all night with you, trying to figure out what you needed. Even when it was hard to understand your cries, we listened and comforted you because those moments of one-on-one time were super important. It's what we're doing now with your sister. Does that make sense?"

She gave a small nod and whispered, "Yeah."

He smiled. "So, when we're giving her our full attention, I want you to think about why that's happening. It's not because we're ignoring you. It's not because we love you any less. Okay?"

"Okay." She sat up and reached for him, and he wrapped her tight in his embrace. "I like it when you and Mommy give me attention."

He briefly tickled her armpit, making her giggle infectiously. "Oh, I know. You're just like me." He stood up, realizing he'd now need to entertain a very wide-awake toddler. "Do you want to see your baby book?"

"Yes! I wanna see, please."

Harry flicked on the light switch and walked over to her closet. On the top shelf, there was memorabilia from the past three years of her life. Books, toys, and clothes she had grown out of, as well as drawings and crafts she made that couldn't fit on the fridge. He reached up and grabbed the thick baby book, then brought it over to the bed. He situated his daughter on his lap and opened the book to the first page. Immediately, his chest ached with nostalgia. He hadn't taken this trip down memory lane in so long.

The first photograph was of you three months pregnant, lying on the beach and glowing under the sunshine. You were squinting at the camera with a shy smile. In your bikini, your small baby bump was loud and proud. It had been a time of quiet excitement, knowing the secretive stage of being pregnant would come to an end soon. Harry had been eager to finally document you getting bigger each month. He had probably taken a hundred photos that day. Even kept a tiny duplicate in his wallet.

"What did I write under this picture?" Harry asked, throwing a quick impromptu vocabulary test at his daughter.

She slowly sounded out the letters. "Pre-tty... pretty ma-ma."

"Good girl. Pretty mama." Especially in that photo. His neck warmed just looking at it.

She nodded in agreement. Harry continued flipping through the pages, explaining the memory behind each photograph and reading the corresponding writing you and he had provided.

A picture of you eight months pregnant, standing in the shallow ocean water with your arms spread wide, was the day he'd found out you were carrying a girl.

~ Daddy knew it was a girl all along. Claims he noticed my sweet cravings and "moodiness," which are supposed to indicate that someone's having a girl. You were the size of a jicama that day. Every week of my pregnancy, your dad bought the fruit or vegetable you were the size of. He's a goofball. It was our first time trying a jicama... not too bad!

A picture of you nearly a week past your due date, standing by the front door looking miserable in his T-shirt and a long stretchy skirt, was taken mere minutes after your water had broken.

~ Mommy almost walked out the door with no pants on. She was annoyed that I was taking pictures (look at that scowl). This night was unexpected. I say you decided to come because I fed your mom spicy noodles. She says you were finally ready to meet us. Either way, I think my life officially began when you arrived.

A picture of you in the hospital bed, four hours into labor with elastic straps over your belly and a less-than-flattering medical gown on. Your smile was forced. The picture taped beside it was one you had taken, which was of Harry impatiently sitting on a birthing ball. 

~ Daddy couldn't sit still. I think he was more anxious than me. He nearly passed out when I was injected with an epidural but was somehow completely fine with a front-row seat to watching you be born. He was right there with me, being the supportive man I fell in love with. I'll never forget the look on his face when he heard your first cry. Pure wonderment.

A picture of Harry standing by the hospital window, the California sunrise a glorious view. He was staring at his baby girl in his arms, practicing skin-to-skin contact. So tiny, yet so life-altering. He hadn't known you were capturing the moment, too enthralled with every noise and movement she made.

~ Our first morning with you. We had croissants and coffee and watched the sunrise. We were so, so happy. And tired. The nurse said you were exceptionally healthy. Nine pounds, seven ounces (and three stitches for Mom—ouch). Twenty-two inches. Squirmy and full of life. Couldn't wait to bring our little lovebug home.

A picture of his daughter on her first birthday, frosting smeared on her lips and hands. The purple party hat was slipping off her head. It'd been impossible to get her to look at the camera when dessert was in front of her.

~ Twelve months with our angel. We spent your special day on the beach. You walked into Mommy's arms all on your own, and it made us cry. Later, Daddy baked you a yummy cake from scratch. You made a mess, but we didn't care because look at that big grin on your face. You're growing up so fast and becoming your own person every day. It's a joy to love you eternally. You're our biggest love.

By the time Harry reached the last picture in the book, his daughter was asleep on his lap, her head slumped against him. Each page held precious memories so dear to him, so it was no surprise that tears welled up in his eyes. It was hard to believe this was his life. So harmonious and enriching. It came with its obvious challenges, but every moment was timeless. Every moment mattered.

When he glanced up, he saw you standing in the doorway with the digital camera cradled against your chest. With a tender smile meant just for him, you said, "We made something beautiful."

The significance of all the years he'd shared with you was heavy in his gaze. "We did," he replied, emotion rasping his voice.

The only sounds in the room were his daughter's steady breathing and the distant waves crashing outside. You crouched beside him, and he pressed his lips to your head, soaking in the beauty of the family you both are building. With a final glance at the photograph of the first morning you both spent as new parents, Harry placed the baby book on the nightstand, deciding to keep it out since it'd be a pleasant bedtime story for tonight.

He tucked his daughter in and shut off the lights, then followed you into the bedroom. The sheets were crumpled from the morning, and Harry got cozy under them, the fabric still holding warmth. You found your way into his embrace, and a pang shot through his heart, because this moment, despite it happening thousands of times before, was just as poignant. Nowadays, this rare type of alone time was almost sacred��the hecticness of parenthood, where he was needed around the clock, melted away when it was just you and him together.

Peace sent him to sleep within minutes.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re not the only one experiencing cravings during your pregnancy.

It was the first time Miguel came home to see you in a summer dress during your third trimester. You would usually wear sweatpants paired with a tank top or a t-shirt that would always be too big for you, in an attempt to hide your growing belly.

But now Miguel could see every curve and crevice of you. The dress reached upto your knees with the thin cotton adorned with floral prints, hugged the shape of your body. But the real charm was the ribbon that was added around the waist that accentuated your blossoming bump.

He watched as you bent over the counter top, the fabric tightened as you stretched further and struggled to reach the edge with the wet cloth to wipe down the surface. You huffed while resting your palm on your stomach, a thin film of sweat coated your face, making you glow under the warm kitchen lighting.

After a moment, Miguel finally drew himself closer to you, his hands gently gliding over the soft fabric of your dress as he placed them on your waist. You hummed inquisitively, acknowledging his presence. The faint smell of disinfectant and soap lingered from your skin as your eye bore up onto his.

“¿Qué pasa, amor?” It was easy for him to get lost in the sweetness of your voice, especially hearing you talk in Spanish. Even hearing you curse angrily, the feistiness with the edge you’d carry in your tone was still attractive. He could already see you after giving birth to his child, after hours of labor and pain and you’d still mumble soft words of affection to your baby’s ear that cradled in your arms.

“Your dress.” He simply replied back, his hand trailing up to reach the spaghetti straps that rested on your shoulder, looping his finger beneath the string.

“You like it? I thought I’d treat myself to one of the dresses from the maternity clothes section today.” You seemed unaware on how radiant you looked right now, especially with your bare arms catching a kiss of the setting sun.

“It’s phenomenal on you.” he murmured, his lips grazing your ear with his soft exhales ghosting over your soft neck. He knew by the shift in your gaze, his compliment didn’t reach you completely. He turned you around so you finally faced him, his hands on your belly.

The impending arrival of your child has brought with it subtle signs of motherhood and visible changes in your body. The stretch marks that accommodated the growing belly, the ever-present sheens of sweat and the swelling of your feet that made it hard to walk sometimes - these were all part of your everyday reality until the big day arrived.

Although you were both amazed by the life growing within you, you couldn’t help but feel unattractive which Miguel wasn’t surprised by. You were never obsessed with your appearance but these changes were bound to make you feel a little more self-conscious. However, the dress you were wearing was a hopeful sign.

Miguel found the connection you shared more profound now more than ever and he continued to remind you that you were carrying his child which made you more beautiful to him as well as the journey you were sharing.

He hooked his finger under the strap again, this time dragging it down your shoulders until the top of the dress hung loosely over your breast and did the same on the other side.

“Miguel…” you breathed but it sounded distant and it didn't fully register in his mind. His focus was solely on the straps that fell completely off both arms, the dress slipped off the top now exposing your breasts. Watching them grow along with your belly made Miguel’s libido flare.

Carefully, he cupped his hand over one, grazing his thumb over the hardened nipple. He knew you were more sensitive now so he handled your chest with care. The barest touch would have you whimpering. He heard your groans as he kept fondling with your breast, a sharp exhale leaving your lips.

Gentle.

He watched your dress loosely cling over your swollen stomach. He knew it wasn’t going to fall to the floor so he tugged the fabric and pulled it over your head before he lifted your bare body on the countertop.

“¡Ay Miguel! Not here. I just cleaned the counter.” You scolded lightly, but the grip you had on his biceps contradicted your protest. You wanted it as much as he did.

“I’ll clean up the mess after. Just let me have you now.” He was already tugging your undies, feeling the pool of your arousal staining the fabric.

“You’re unbelievably needy, you know that?” You watched him as he kneeled down to reach your cunt, your belly now blocking your view.

“I don’t see you complaining, querida.” He purposely breathed heavily over your clenching cunt, making sure you felt the hot air from his mouth in an attempt to tease you. Your hand feebly reached around to his hair, running your fingers over his locks in a silent plea to continue. Your other hand leaned against the counter behind you.

His tongue ran over your folds before reaching your swollen clit. He attached his mouth and started sucking on the sensitive bud, keeping a firm grip on your thighs. You tasted different now compared to when he ate you out before he knocked you up. Slightly sweeter than before. He could feel you tugging on his lock and attempting to pull him in closer to your cunt. But he was more firm and he wanted to take his time with you.

As he pulled away, a few strings of saliva were connected from your fold to his lips that he quickly wiped away. His cock was painfully hard behind his digital suit and he was sure you already noticed.

With a few taps on his watch, his suit disengaged, each pixel fizzled out in cobweb shapes.

Both your elbows rested on the counter as you locked your gaze onto him. He loomed over you, hands on the counter and leaning in before his lips found yours. The kiss was soft and sweet but carried a depth of emotions. He felt your swollen belly press against his torso as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. Breaking away from your lips, his gaze fixated on you as he brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

So soft.

He held onto your waist and pulled you in until his cock was inches from your cunt. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip and twitching in anticipation. Slowly, he pushed himself in and felt your walls caress each inch of him. You were already throwing your head back, one hand gripping onto his arm to steady yourself.

He could feel every pulse from his cock rubbing against your silky walls and flesh, squeezing him just right. Your body swayed helplessly over the countertop, taking in every thrust from his hips. He groaned as he was lost in a haze, completely aroused by how your wet cunt was pulling him back in greedily with each withdrawal.

Finally with his peak crawling up to him, he made sure he reached in deep, but not too much that he’ll hurt you. He felt a sudden rush from his cock as his seeds spilled inside of your swollen womb, reaching every crevice and coating your walls.

With a shaky breath, he pulled out of your dripping hole. As expected, his seeds didn’t stick, instead leaked out of your folds, spilling onto the counter. The post-nut clarity he was experiencing nearly made him forget his promise of cleaning up his mess.

“See why it wasn’t a good idea fucking me on the counter.” You quipped, smearing your fingers over his cum that continued to spill from your folds. Miguel groaned, his senses were coming back to him now and he could feel the newfound frustration settling in.

“Cállate.” He mumbled while grabbing the wet wipes from the shelf. “You’re lucky I had to be gentle with you, amor” he lowered himself and kissed your thigh before cleaning up the surface.

“Next time, we’ll stick to the bed.”

[dyslexic-mess]

So- my aunt's pregnant, and she had the 'omg nothing fits me anymore, I'm so massive and ugly' breakdown that I've come to expect from 2nd trimester pregnant people.

Obviously, I wanna be supportive and give the well practised 'your gorgeous, Of course you are. Its just that you're literally growing a human, your body's making room! Cloths should fit you, your not supposed to make yourself fit the cloths, put the fucking gym subscription down and lets go grab coffee and update your wardrobe' -yadda yadda yadda. I've done this a good few times before.

ANYWAY. We sit down to start searching for some maternity ware and??? Why is it all ugly as fuck???? No like. I get that it's gotta be made a little different to make room for the bump and stuff, but. Why is it all disgusting florals or abhorrent animal print? Why is it all suddenly covered in ugly frills and long sleeves and weird gathered pleats and necklines so high, it might strangle you?

Every time I need to do this with a sad pregnant friend/family member, it's the same problem. Im in the trenches out here trying to find something that makes her still feel like the beautiful woman she is and a person instead of my mothers teapot cozy. What the hell.

[preggomancer]

Tulip holds up another hanger, waving it at her boyfriend, and he raises a brow. 

“Once again, I feel that you have fundamentally misunderstood the purpose of this trip,” Alan monotones. 

Tulip giggles, looking at the frilly pink top she’s pulled from the clothing rack. “Sorry, sorry. I just think it’s cute!”

Rolling his eyes, Alan goes back to leafing through the sales rack. His mission in coming here–and to the five other stores they’ve slogged through already today–is failing miserably. At five months pregnant, he’s already outgrown much of his wardrobe, and it won’t be long before he’s left with nothing but a few extra-stretchy shirts and maybe some pajama pants. So here he is, trying to achieve the apparently monumental task of finding clothes that will both fit him and not make him feel like shit. 

The problem is, of course, Alan’s a guy. A trans guy who started T just a couple months before getting pregnant and having his entire life trajectory thrown off the rails. He’ll be fine–he knows he’ll be fine. It won’t be easy, but if anyone can manage college as a single dad, it’s him. What he can’t handle, right now, is being pregnant. He knows he’s never really passed. Puberty left him with unwanted curves, an ample chest and wide hips. He’s been counting on T and top surgery for years, and now, right when he could finally start, he’s being flooded with the exact opposite hormones in his system, a milk-swollen chest, and the prospect of even wider hips after he gives birth. 

He could handle it, he thinks, if he could just find a single goddamn masc maternity shirt. 

It takes him about ten seconds to rifle through the skimpy XL rack. Maternity selections are never particularly robust, but for someone like Alan–fat and six feet tall–finding anything besides the same ugly gray V-necks and garish floral blouses appears to be impossible. 

“Ooh! This is cute!”

Alan looks up to see Tulip once again holding up exactly what he’s not looking for. “Tulip. Babe. Darling. Love of my life. Please.” 

“Sorry, I know, not what we’re here for, but look!” Tulip holds the bright green crop top to her chest, its bottom draping sweetly over her own baby bump. She looks down. “Um, okay, maybe not. This is not a very Tulip-core print.” 

Alan laughs. “Why not? It’s cute! It’s got limes!” 

“Well sure, you’d say that, because it is Alan-core.” 

“Yeah, sure, I guess.” Alan grimaces, looking at the sad selection in front of him. Maybe he’ll have to spend the next few months in baggy gym shirts, after all. “Now if you could just put that pattern on a T-shirt and give it some extra belly room, that would be great.” 

“Or,” Tulip says, sidling up next to Alan, “you could just try this on.” 

“Wh–” Alan turns to face her. “Okay, first of all, that’s your size–”

“It’s stretchy!” 

“And second of all, I’m looking for shirts that make me look like a dude, and that’s explicitly not even remotely that.”

“Yes.” Tulip nods solemnly. “But also, maybe, I just think that my very attractive boyfriend would look hot in a too-small crop top.” 

“That’s–” Alan starts to argue, then glances at the maternity rack, and stops himself. “Okay, you know what? I need a fucking break. Where’s the dressing room?”

“Yessssss,” Tulip cheers quietly. 

Yanking the hanger out of Tulip’s hands, Alan marches into the closest dressing room stall and instructs her to wait. He examines the garment. It’s one of those stretchy, low-cut spaghetti strap pieces, the kind that’s made for skinny women on Pinterest to show off their B-cups and sucked-in stomachs. Not for a fat, busty trans guy with a stretch-marked baby bump. He doubts they even make them at his size. 

He reaches to take off his shirt, and realizes with embarrassment that his top has started to ride up, showing the bottom of his belly and gathering right below his bra. How long has he been walking around like that? He yanks it off, trying not to look too hard at his reflection as he puts on the dumb crop top. 

Given that it’s several sizes too small, it certainly doesn’t have the loose, boxy fit it’s supposed to, but when Alan looks in the mirror he’s surprised to see it… kind of works. The ribbed fabric pulls across his heavy chest, only just covering his bra, leaving most of his cleavage on display. (Cleavage that’s already much deeper than it was five months ago, and only getting worse.) He meant to throw the dumb thing on and get a little laugh from Tulip, but instead, he finds himself staring at his reflection. 

Back when he was trying desperately to be a cis girl, he wanted so badly to look like those skinny Pinterest girls. He’s always been fat, since he was being scolded in grade school for eating the same candy all the other kids got plenty of, since the school nurse told him to exercise more even though he was the star of the softball team. It was only when he realized that he would never look like them, would never be skinny and petite and girly and swoon after the annoying sporty guys, that he finally accepted that, under every box he’d shoved himself into, he didn’t actually want to. 

And somehow, right now, wearing this dumb crop top, it feels… good? To take the toxic femininity he felt for so long he had to achieve, and throw it on his fat, trans, pregnant body feels like a rebellion. It hasn’t been long since his doctor warned him to stop binding if he wanted any chance of breastfeeding, and until now, seeing how his bust pulls at every shirt has made him feel like hunching over and burying himself in blankets. But somehow, looking at it on display, outlined by this much too-tight little top, it feels right.

Suddenly, a flutter of movement distracts him, a kick from inside Alan’s heavy belly. He puts a hand to his bump, rubbing it, smiling when he feels another flutter in response. And he realizes: he’s been scared to look in the mirror, scared to be seen, because he’s been so worried what everyone will see is a pregnant woman. He was wrong. In the mirror in front of him are the wide hips, tits, and the big, round belly of a man. And the fact that he can look like this, curvy and pregnant and milky and still know beyond a doubt exactly who he is, makes him feel pretty damn good. 

Behind Alan comes a knock at the stall door. “Alan?” he hears Tulip say. “You don’t really have to wear that thing. Sorry, I was just being silly.” 

Throwing his jacket over his shoulders to make it feel more him, Alan turns and opens the door. 

Tulips eyes widen. “Oh. Okay. I was extremely right, actually.” 

Alan smiles. “Yeah, you were.” He turns back, giving his bare-bellied curves one last look. 

“You ready to go?” He asks. “I think I’ve picked out everything I needed.” 

[saintmeghanmarkle]

😲 TIL that Meghan's maternity wardrobe cost a whopping £𝟑𝟔𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎❗

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Most of her 75+ outfits were bespoke, custom-made outfits by her favorite luxury designers — some of the biggest fashion names in the world, including Dior, Givenchy and Valentino.

Club Monaco coat, £360, and dress, £166, with Givenchy shoe-boots, £754

Early in her pregnancy, Meghan stepped out in New Zealand in a white Antonio Berardi tuxedo dress, £2,000, and navy Manolo Blahnik heels, £511

red coat by Sentaler, £1,100, over a purple dress from Babaton by Aritzia (£100) and red suede court shoes by Stuart Weitzman, £350

£185 mini dress from High Street store Reiss

Givenchy white shirt and black skirt combo, £4,500

Navy peplum top with bateau neckline and a matching skirt, believed to be Prada, £1,500

A bright red Valentino dress, est. £6,000, she also wore nude Dior heels, £600

Bespoke Dior kaftan, £16,000 !

pink floral silk dress by Figue, £1,130

Victoria Beckham’s chain-print dress, £1,668, and coat, £2,250

blue Carolina Herrera, £5,000

Forest green Erdem coat and dress, £8,000

asymmetric black bespoke Givenchy gown, £8,000

Loyd/Ford dress, £426, Babaton jacket, £150, and Manolo Blahnik heels, £575

Oscar de la Renta gown, £4,600

blush Brandon Maxwell dress, £3,500, and blazer, £2,000

burgundy Hugo Boss dress, £249, Aquazzurra shoes, £672, and Cuyana saddle bag, £175

blue Veronica Beard shirt dress, £450, and Banana Republic slingback heels, £70 

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[castalyne]

Some head canons I have for Stephen Holder's life that happen between Linden leaving and the epilogue:

-If there's anybody who's totally enthralled with the idea of pregnancy, it's Stephen Holder. He was more taken by Caroline's constantly changing body and the idea of creating a new life even when she wasn't always in a good mood from pregnancy soreness. This man was more than willing to make sure she was comfortable.

-He read ALL the pregnancy books and the two decided on going to a birth center because it seemed like a happy medium between a hospital birth or home birth. Kalia's birth was pretty straight forward with minimal complications.

-Holder cries at Kalia's birth because he's an more of an emotional sap than people give him credit for and there's something about child birth that just marks the end for him and he finds himself crying more at the little things than he ever did before.

-He's a little relieved with the gender of his baby. While he still worries about fucking his kid up regardless of gender, he feels like if Kalia were a boy, he'd fuck it up harder like his dad did with him.

-However, having a girl had it's own set of worries. The first couple weeks after Kalia's birth, he had terrible nightmares about the Pied Piper case; swimming around in the lake looking for Kalia in a sea of red body bags while her cries get further away. These nightmares increase in volume around March every year.

-Stephen Holder has the best and worst time around the month of October. It starts with the his daughters birthday on the 10th and ends with Bullet's birthday on the 28th.

-He made Sargent sometime after Linden left, figured he'd continue on with that because he really wanted a job where he could 'help' people and officer work was aligned with 'helping' people and was largely disappointed when he actually passed the test and got the position.

-Caroline's firm offered her more money and a better position when she'd get off maternity leave, saw how Holder was suffering and offered him the stay at home parent position instead so he could think more on if the Sargent thing was something he really wanted to do.

-Found his community centre job through some parent and baby activity class he was doing with Kalia.

-Holder and Caroline did get married when Kalia was 4 months old. It was a court house ordeal. Kalia was the nicest dressed out of the three, wearing a frilly floral print dress. Holder keeps a picture from that day of him holding Kalia and both him and Caroline are both more enthralled with their daughter then actually tying the knot.

-Holder and Caroline got divorced when Kalia was a year and two months. It was an easy move for him as most of his stuff was in storage at that point after he moved in with Caroline. He started renting a smaller town house in decent part of town with a tiny yard for Kalia to play outside in.

-He stopped calling Linden's cell the first week after she left but tried one more time a month later finding out the number had been cut.

-He still texts Jack from time to time. Mostly to send him pictures of Kalia and himself. They never talk about Linden. The one time Jack does is to mention she was there for his graduation.

Three headcanons nobody asked for:

-He's gotten really good at making comfort foods and breakfast.

-Has shitty circulation and by extension, has really cold hands. He won't hesitate to slide cold hands against exposed skin. 'cold hands, warm heart'.

-Occasional marijuana smoker for mild pain and sleep issues. Never on weekends when Kalia is there.

[strawberry-kirby]

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[aaruviverma]

Maternity: Designer Dresses by Aaruvi Ruchi Verma

Maternity style with Aaruvi Ruchi Verma Designer Dresses. Experience elegance and comfort crafted for the modern mom-to-be. Redefine your pregnancy fashion with our exclusive collection. Shop now for a sophisticated maternity wardrobe.

[the-empress-7]

It was Camilla Fayed who bought Issa, Dodi's sister.

I think Kate isn't wearing Erdem as a matter of personal preference, Alessandra Rich is her current floral/print go to and it fits right into the retro vibe she has going on sometimes, Erdem is more modern.

The fun part is that she didn't wear it that much anyway, less than 10 times in the last 5 years, last memorable time was in October 2018, for one of her first solo engagements after maternity leave, then she wore their sweater last year for sailing engagement. Quite plausible that Erdem team maybe didn't like working with one particular person, can't blame them.

Ah. Gotcha, but you see my point about the Fayeds involvement impact the decision though right?

I personally love Erdem and hope she continues to wear it. Like you said it's not like she was a prolific wearer of the label anyway, but it was enough to keep things interesting LOL

[raleeshpoy]

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[deepikauppal]

Simple Chooda Designs Gaining Popularity Among Contemporary Brides

Chooda, a traditional set of bangles worn by North Indian brides, has held cultural and emotional significance for centuries. It symbolizes marital bliss and is often adorned by brides for up to a year after marriage. While elaborate chooda designs were once the norm, there is a rising trend among contemporary brides toward simpler chooda designs. This shift is rooted in a mix of aesthetics, practicality, and changing bridal preferences. Let’s delve deeper into the reasons behind this shift and explore related aspects of chooda culture.

What is Chooda?

A chooda is a set of red and white (or ivory) bangles, traditionally made of ivory but now commonly crafted from plastic or other materials. It’s adorned with intricate patterns, gold detailing, or embellishments. Chooda is a significant part of a North Indian bride’s wedding attire, particularly in Punjabi weddings. It is typically gifted by the bride’s maternal uncle and aunt in a ceremonial event before the wedding, known as the “Chooda Ceremony.” Brides wear this auspicious ornament as a sign of their new marital status.

The Shift Toward Simple Chooda Designs

1. Modern Minimalism

Modern brides are embracing minimalism, which extends to their wedding jewelry and attire. Simple chooda designs, with fewer embellishments and cleaner patterns, align with this aesthetic. They’re elegant, versatile, and complement various bridal outfits—from heavily embroidered lehengas to understated sarees.

2. Practicality and Comfort

Elaborate chooda designs can sometimes be heavy and cumbersome, making everyday tasks challenging. Simple chooda designs, on the other hand, are lightweight and more comfortable for brides who plan to wear them post-wedding while managing work, household chores, or other responsibilities.

3. Versatility

A simpler chooda is easier to pair with both traditional and modern outfits. Contemporary brides often mix and match their post-wedding wardrobe with Western outfits or fusion wear. A minimalist chooda design ensures it doesn’t clash with these styles, making it a practical choice.

4. Cost-Effectiveness

Simple chooda designs are often more affordable than their ornate counterparts. Brides who wish to allocate their wedding budget more efficiently—or those who prefer investing in other aspects of the wedding—find these designs appealing.

5. Customization Options

The trend of personalization has extended to chooda designs. Brides now prefer unique chooda designs that reflect their personality or match their wedding theme. Simplified designs allow for subtle yet meaningful customization, such as engraving initials or incorporating symbolic motifs.

Unique Chooda Designs: Combining Tradition with Modernity

While simplicity is gaining traction, brides still look for ways to make their chooda unique. Here are some popular trends:

Pastel Chooda: Moving away from traditional red, pastel shades like peach, lavender, and mint green are increasingly popular.

Floral Motifs: Chooda adorned with floral patterns or prints offers a fresh and youthful vibe.

Minimal Gold Accents: Instead of heavy gold work, subtle gold detailing adds a touch of elegance.

Personalized Inscriptions: Initials, wedding dates, or meaningful words engraved on the bangles add a personal touch.

Beaded or Stone-Studded Designs: Incorporating small beads or stones enhances the look without being overly ornate.

What to Do with Chooda After Marriage

The significance of a chooda doesn’t end with the wedding day. Traditionally, brides wore their chooda for at least a year, though modern customs may vary. Here are some suggestions for what to do with your chooda after marriage:

1. Preserve It as a Keepsake

Many brides choose to store their chooda as a cherished memory of their wedding day. Keeping it in a decorative box ensures it remains in good condition for years.

2. Repurpose the Bangles

Some brides repurpose individual bangles from their chooda into jewelry pieces, such as necklaces or bracelets, as a sentimental accessory.

3. Frame It

Framing your chooda in a shadow box or alongside wedding photographs creates a beautiful display piece for your home.

4. Donate or Pass It Down

If you no longer wish to keep your chooda, consider donating it to someone in need or passing it down as a family heirloom.

5. Eco-Friendly Disposal

For brides with biodegradable chooda, disposing of it in an eco-conscious manner aligns with sustainable practices.

Conclusion

The growing popularity of simple chooda designs among contemporary brides signifies a blend of tradition and modernity. These designs cater to modern sensibilities while respecting age-old customs. Whether it’s the minimalist appeal, practical advantages, or cost-effectiveness, simple chooda designs are here to stay. Brides can also explore unique customization options to make their chooda even more special. Ultimately, a chooda is more than just an ornament; it’s a symbol of love, commitment, and cultural heritage that continues to evolve with time.

[trueshapestore]

Embrace Comfort: Maternity Flared Kurtas You’ll Love

What Makes Maternity Clothing Special?

Pregnancy is a beautiful journey, but it comes with its own set of challenges—especially when it comes to dressing comfortably. Maternity clothing is designed to cater to a growing bump while ensuring the mom-to-be feels stylish and at ease.

The Perfect Blend of Style and Comfort

Gone are the days when maternity wear was dull and purely functional. Today, it’s about balancing fashion with practicality, and maternity flared kurtas are leading the charge.

Understanding Maternity Flared Kurtas

What Are Maternity Flared Kurtas? The Maternity flare kurtas are traditional Indian tunics with a flared silhouette, offering extra room and comfort. Their flowing design makes them perfect for accommodating a growing baby bump without compromising on elegance.

Benefits of Flared Design for Pregnancy The flared style doesn’t just provide comfort; it also ensures mobility and air circulation—two things every mom-to-be appreciates. Plus, they’re easy to wear and take off, making them a practical choice.

Top Features to Look for in Maternity Flared Kurtas

Soft, Breathable Fabrics Pregnancy often comes with heightened sensitivity to fabrics. Opt for materials like cotton, rayon, or linen that feel soft on the skin and wick moisture.

Adjustable Waistbands Some maternity kurtas feature drawstrings or elasticized waistbands, allowing the garment to adapt as your belly grows.

Thoughtful Neckline Options From V-necks to mandarin collars, maternity kurtas often come with nursing-friendly designs, making them useful even after delivery.

Styling Your Maternity Flared Kurta

Pairing with Leggings or Palazzo Pants Flared kurtas pair wonderfully with leggings for a streamlined look or palazzo pants for added flair. The choice depends on your comfort and the occasion.

Accessorizing for Different Occasions Add a statement necklace or jhumkas for a festive touch, or keep it simple with stud earrings for daily wear. Comfortable footwear, like flat sandals, completes the look.

Why Choose Flared Kurtas Over Other Maternity Wear?

Versatility Across Seasons Maternity flared kurtas work year-round. Opt for light cottons in summer and thicker fabrics like wool blends in winter.

Ethnic Elegance with Modern Functionality Unlike many other maternity options, flared kurtas allow you to embrace traditional style without sacrificing practicality.

Best Occasions to Wear Maternity Flared Kurtas

Casual Outings For relaxed outings like grocery shopping or lunch dates, maternity flared kurtas provide comfort and style. Pair them with leggings for ease of movement while maintaining an effortlessly chic appearance.

Festive Gatherings Flared kurtas with intricate embroidery or vibrant prints make an ideal choice for celebrating festivals. Their elegant designs allow moms-to-be to enjoy festivities without compromising on comfort or traditional aesthetics.

Office Wear Muted colors and minimal patterns make flared kurtas perfect for a professional look. Paired with formal trousers or leggings, they ensure you stay comfortable during long work hours while looking polished.

Top Trends in Maternity Kurtas for 2024

Bright Colors and Floral Prints Vibrant hues like mustard, teal, and magenta paired with playful floral patterns add a lively and cheerful touch, making them perfect for moms-to-be who love bold and energetic styles.

Minimalistic and Solid Patterns Solid-colored kurtas with fine detailing, such as subtle embroidery or textured fabrics, cater to women who prefer understated elegance. These styles are timeless, versatile, and perfect for both casual and formal settings.

Where to Shop for Maternity Flared Kurtas

Online Stores with Great Options Explore maternity clothes online in India on platforms like Myntra, Ajio, and Amazon. They offer diverse styles, including flared kurtas, with filters for size, fabric, and occasion, ensuring an easy shopping experience.

Local Boutiques Specializing in Maternity Wear For exclusive designs, visit boutiques offering maternity clothes in India. These shops often feature tailored flared kurtas that combine traditional craftsmanship with modern trends, ideal for moms seeking unique, comfortable, and stylish options.

Conclusion

Motherhood is a special journey, and maternity clothes online in India make dressing for it easier and stylish. Flared kurtas blend comfort, tradition, and functionality, ensuring you feel confident and beautiful every day.