#I love carrot babbles.

[corporalmaledict]

"This is Ankh-Morpork, we've got extra pronouns, you know."

The start of a very wonderful exchange btwn Angua & Carrot over Cheery's newfound feminine presentation in Feet of Clay

[twistedappletree]

finally got mutt, that was quest was so goddamn annoying 😭

[deepspacedarling]

✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Dad!Xavier falls asleep all the time on the play mats during tummy time. You have a lot of pictures of the two of them snoozing together, Xavier’s hand on the baby’s back to keep them safe.

Dad!Xavier can and will eat the baby’s food out of curiosity. I mean, it’s right there and he wants to know what the baby is eating. They like this weird peas and carrots mixture so it has to taste good, right? You’ve also definitely caught him stealing the baby’s unfinished cheerios.

Dad!Xavier likes to take the baby outside and sit with them under the stars. He loves the way the stars reflect in their eyes. He'll teach them about them when the baby is older.

Dad!Xavier always manages to put the baby down for bed easier than you do. You don’t know how he does it but they could be crying up a storm in your arms and the second he takes them, they’re out like a light. It always makes him smile.

Dad!Xavier spends hours in the rocking chair. He likes to hold the baby against his chest and just rock for hours. You’ve found them asleep like that.

Dad!Xavier likes to lay on the ground with the baby and just listen to them babble. He adds an encouraging word here or there but he just loves the sound of their voice. The baby loves the sound of his voice too, especially for bedtime stories.

Dad!Xavier sometimes gets a little jealous of the baby. He knows it’s silly but the baby has all your attention and he misses you sometimes. He mitigates this by stealing your attention while the baby is asleep.

Dad!Xavier is NOT a good cook. You still cook for the most part but he steps up by cleaning more. It’s not perfect since a child tends to cause a whirlwind of mess but you both try and that’s all you can really ask for from each other when you’re raising a baby.

[kairoot]

. ✦˚ FIRST STEPS . . . 엔하이픈 !

ׂ ִ SYNOPSIS. enha hyung line’s reaction to when your baby takes their first steps. PAIRING. enha!hyungline x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 GENRE. fluff REQUESTED. no WARNINGS. pet names, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything

— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) . pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !!

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HEESEUNG can’t stop himself from smiling when your daughter takes her first steps. it’s one of the moments that makes him so proud to be a father. he was playing with her in your living room, her toys scattered everywhere but they were long forgotten once her dad had walked in the room.

he was sitting on the floor, raising her in the air and bringing her back down, causing her to giggle. he’d set her down so that she was standing in front of him as he held onto her hands. at first he was playing around, but then she let go of them. he was slightly surprised but let her stand on her own, his hands still in front of her just in case she toppled over. the 11 month old wobbled as she tried to balance herself but she was able to stand on her own, nonetheless. after a while of her standing and smiling at her father, she put one foot out, making heeseung’s eyes widen. he tried to contain his excitement, not wanting to startle his baby, but the restraint only lasted about 10 seconds.

she had put the other foot out and was now taking very slow steps towards her dad. heeseung’s cheeks were hurting from him smiling so widely. she stopped when she was only a few inches from him, too tired to keep going so he picked her up.

“look at you, sweetheart! you did it!” he kissed her cheek, going back to lifting her in the air.

JAY was so shocked to see his baby boy becoming so independent at such a young age. he decided to try to use his legs on his own, seeing as he was always carried anywhere you and jay went or he’d crawl. jay’s back was turned when your son was settled in the middle of the kitchen. he’d crawled in behind jay, wanting to be wherever his father was. he was entertained by the toys for a bit until he decided to ditch them and try something new.

he crawled near the island counter, placing his hands on the side of it and pushing himself up. this was no problem for him seeing as he’s done it before. he stood for a few seconds, trying not to fall. jay was still cutting up carrots, humming to himself and not paying attention to his little human behind him. he’d stood for a minute before deciding to take a wobbly step towards his dad. he began babbling quietly, which seemed to catch jay’s attention this time.

“what’re you talking about back there, little man?”

the baby babbled louder, as if he had wanted jay to turn and look at him. he took another step toward jay, wobbling and beginning to get excited at his little adventure. jay finally turned his head, eyes nearly popping out of his head as his son took another step towards him. he quickly dropped the knife, crouching to the baby’s level, holding his hands out.

he seemed to become more motivated, seeing his father encouraging him to keep going. he continued to take those wobbly steps until he reached jay’s arms. he nearly let a tear slip as he picked his son up, peppering kisses all over his face and telling him how good he was.

JAKE was beyond ecstatic when your baby walked for the first time. it was one of the most unexpected things ever. you and jake always had a fear that she wouldn’t be able to learn on her own but one night, she proved the both of you wrong. jake came in from practice, utterly exhausted and wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle with the girls he loved the most. he opened the door to your home to see you and your daughter playing on the floor. his heart warmed at the sight as he dropped his bag next to the door.

both of your heads snap up at the sound, your daughter instantly giving her dad her signature gummy smile. jake could’ve melted right then.

“hi, baby,” he cooed, beginning to walk towards her but halted when she crawled toward him. he was going to let her come to him but was shocked to see her pick herself up and stand on both feet.

your jaw fell as you both watched her stand on her own but hesitating.

“come on, baby girl, you got it..” jake encouraged her, smiling widely. she looks up at him with puppy-like eyes, starting to move toward him. she steps carefully, unaware of what she was doing.

jake lifted her up before she even got directly in front of him, his excitement overwhelming him. he kissed her cheek and head, feeling like the proud father he was.

“see? i told you you could do it, princess, good job!”

SUNGHOON actually became emotional, which is not what you’re used to seeing. the word ‘proud’ is not enough to describe how he felt in the moment your son took those steps. you were in bed reading a book while sunghoon sat on the floor on the baby’s play mat. he watched his son play by himself, the alphabet blocks amusing him for whatever reason. sunghoon looked down for a moment to check his phone but when he looked up again, the baby was rising to stand on his own. hoon’s eyes widened as he watched carefully.

“babe,” he whispered to you, trying to get your attention. “look.”

you looked up from your book to see your son walking toward sunghoon with his arms out, reaching for him. to your surprise, he got to sunghoon rather quickly, as if he’d already knew how to walk.

you’d never seen sunghoon smile as hard as he did. you threw the book to the side, moving to sit on the play mat with the two.

as you cooed at your baby, you noticed sunghoon’s expression as he looked at your son. tears brimmed his eyes as he continued to smile. you placed a hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

“he actually did it.” he said, wiping his eyes.

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[gilverrwrites]

Best friends to lovers, but it's Dick Grayson.

≈1.3K words, CWs: F!Reader, cunnilingus, dirty talk. Pet-names: Princess, baby girl, pretty girl. Rating: 18+ MINOR DNI

Your best friend Dick Grayson has no boundaries.

He helps himself to your food, swapping and changing dumplings for noodles, carrots for celery, dips his fries in your milkshake, without even asking.  

He leaves his dirty clothes in your washing hamper, ‘borrows’ your lotions, and leaves his streaming services logged in on all your devices. In the winter he puts his cold hands under your shirt, stealing your warmth, and laughs when you flinch. “But you’re so hot!” He whines, hugging you tighter, “Let me hold you a while longer, please.”

In the summer he struts around your apartment, shirtless and sheening with sweat, eating your ice cream, pumping up the AC so he and Haley can chill out post-run. Not that you mind, it’s just that ‘oh, no, he’s my best friend’ is a hard sell when you bring dates home.

At random hours of the early morning, he wakes you up by crawling into bed with you, clings to the over-sized shirt you're sleeping in that is clearly his and makes fun of your tattered old underwear. “They’re comfy!” “They’re… something...” He trails off, all dreamy and quiet, refusing to expand before falling asleep, and is gone by the time you wake up.  

Your best friend Dick Grayson brings you gifts from all over the world. Chocolates from that one mom-and-pop you once mentioned in Keystone, jewellery, and perfume he probably paid way too much for from market vendors in cities like Paris and Istanbul, risqué pieces of underwear from Milan.

On late nights, he rests his head on your tummy, settled between your thighs as you watch your favourite film series for the nth time, smiling to himself as you babble on about your favourite scenes, about facts he already knows because you already told him, but he wants to hear you say it again anyway. When you start falling asleep on the couch, he lifts you, bridal style with ease, and carries you to the bedroom. “Come on then princess, let’s get you to bed.” “I can do it myself.” “You can’t even keep your eyes open, let me.”

He brushes stray pieces of hair out of your face when you’re too engrossed in something to do it yourself, when your hands are too full to reach, or when he wants to get a better look at you, just because he loves looking at your face.

“Um, what are you doing?” He nonchalantly hooks his finger into the waistband of your trousers, disappointed when he gets a not-too-subtle peek at neither your endearing threadbare usuals, nor the lacey Italian ones he’d bought for you.

Your best friend Dick Grayson flirts with you blatant and publicly;

“The red or the blue?” “Neither.” “I have to wear something!” “I’d love to see you wearing nothing.” “Wear the blue, always the blue.” Jason would never let it go otherwise.   “What do you want?” “You.” “I meant to eat.” “Same answer.” “I could never be you.” “What? Why?” “Must be tiring, being that cute.”

He texts you when you’re not together. “Good morning pretty girl” “saw this and thought of you.” “What are you wearing?”

One day you text back a picture, a mirror selfie from behind, your skirt hiked up, showing off the tiny navy-blue thong and he doesn’t text back. You worry that you’ve taken it too far, overstepped a line. 

Until your best friend Dick Grayson is waiting for you when you arrive home, sporting a nasty black eye and a smile the size of titan tower. In actuality, that image was exactly what he’d been hoping for every time he messaged. That image had been ingrained in his mind since you sent it, and it was one thousand times better than he’d imagined. That image was his hook, time to reel you in.

“Sorry I didn’t text back, I was speechless. No really, I got this” he points to the purple bruise forming around his eye “because I was distracted, thinking about you.”

“It’s cool, you didn’t have to say anything.” You lie. “Not like you haven’t seen it all before.” 

“Can I see it again?”

In the middle of your cramped kitchen, your best friend Dick Grayson lifts your skirt above your waist and drops to his knees, brazenly eying your folds. On request, you take the skirt from his hands, holding it up, exposing yourself as you do a little twirl for him, letting him see the full picture. 

When he lands a playful smack on your ass-cheek he grins, thrilled by the playfully petulant look you fire at him over your shoulder. When he runs a finger over your clothed slit, he’s even more delighted by the way your body shivers, by the hint of wetness he can feel seeping through the thin piece of fabric.   

You don’t stop him when he hooks a finger in the crotch, pulling the obstructing lace to the side, or when he runs his fingers through your now exposed lips. Deft fingers tease you, ghosting over your clit with no real fiction, making your pussy clench around nothing. 

“Want something?” The sight of him at your feet, watching you through defiant eyes has you weak.  

“Yes, touch me.” The sight of you, spread and writhing has him near feral, but he wants something more. 

“I’m already touching you, Princess.” He laughs, his warm breath against your slick tingles. If his breath is enough to make you quiver, he can’t wait to find out what his tongue will do to you. “Ask for something else. Nicely.”

You’re not sure exactly what he wants you to say, so you stammer the first words that come to mind; “Please Dick, stop teasing. Just do whatever you want to do, I want it too.” 

It’s enough. 

Your best friend Dick Grayson lifts you by your knees, setting you on the counter and securing your thighs over his shoulders as he descends on your folds. He’s messy and desperate, unable to get enough of your sweetness, darting his tongue in every direction until he finds the select few motions that have your fingers curling in his hair, have you panting his name between loose lips.

When you start to roll your hips, using his mouth for your own pleasure he can’t help but moan, the reverb sending further vibrations through your body that has your toes curling. He’s rock hard, itching to palm his cock, to grind it against the closest surface, but that’s an afterthought. He won’t get off until he’s lapped up your climax at least once. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” His words are slurred, muffled between your legs, unwilling to pull away long enough to get his words out cohesively. “I want you to cum all over my face, okay baby girl?”

If he wasn’t already salivating against you, Dick’s mouth would water at the sight of you. Your body begins to jerk, your back arching, head thrown back as your orgasm hits you, his firm hands tighten around your legs, locking your lower body in place until all your tension is gone, and his face is soaked with your fluids. 

As you come down from your high, he savours the flavour, occasionally licking up stray droplets from your skin. He admires the way you look, head lolled to the side, eyes static under heavy lids, jaw slack, until it’s too much, until he needs to see you high on his doing once more. Without warning he lifts you. The collar of his shirt is damp, his cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess.

“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable for round two.” Your best friend Dick Grayson says as he cradles your body in his arms. 

[thebearer]

Omg omg omg I LOVE your dad Carmy fics so much! And idk if you’re taking requests rn but can I please request a dad Carmy x wife reader it’s their little girls first birthday and one of the staff members gifted her a little play kitchen with pots and pans and she just loves it bc she wants to be like her daddy since she sees him in the kitchen all the time and she even “makes” him food and Carmy playfully critiques her meals😭🙌🏻🥹

“What’s this Teddy Bear?” It’s a sight to see. Carmen Berzatto smushed and crouched into a teeny tiny plastic chair, sitting at the “best restaurant in Chicago”… if the category was for plastic food.

Teddy babbled in the kitchen, flinging plastic lids and ripping apart velcro fruit and vegetables that she’s was “cutting”, before flinging the other half into the bin.

“Pretty angry chef.” Carmen muttered to you teasingly. “Seems like a hot head.”

“I just hope the foods good.” You played along, your own knees near your chest in the tiny table set. “She didn’t even take our order.”

Carmen snorted, looking at the small kitchen. It was a gift, from Richie of all people, for Christmas. He’d cackled when he gave it to her, watching as she giggled with glee. “Got your own prodigy now, Cousin.” Richie grinned.

Carmen didn’t realize how much Teddy caught on to in the kitchen until she’d carry her little plates and shout “corner!” just like she’d seen her daddy do. It made Carmen’s heart melt, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Chef,” Carmen called, Teddy’s little curls flying when she looked back at him. “How much longer?”

“Jus’a minute.” Teddy’s tiny, sing-song pitched voice had your own heart aching with pure adoration, your hand smoothing down your growing belly. You hadn’t told her about the baby yet-she’d just became a chef, not yet ready for the title of big sister.

“All done!” Teddy brought the bowls out, an interesting combo of plastic clumps of peas, banana, and chicken in Carmen’s bowl. In your bowl the cut apple slices, carrots, and what appeared to be a Barbie doll shoe.

“Thank you, chef.” Carmen looked down at the bowl, raising a brow at you, biting back his own smile. “Chef, can we have a fork?”

“No.” Teddy shook her head, holding onto her little chef’s hat. “You no need fork.”

“Teddy.” You laughed at the three year old. “We need a fork, silly! How do we eat with no fork?”

“Hands.” Teddy shrugged, clambering back to the ‘kitchen’ in her little plastic heels. She returned with a plastic knife and a pair of tongs. “Here.”

Carmen looked at the small knife. “This is a weird place.” He muttered to you playfully. “Chef is a little pushy.”

“You’re telling me.” You grinned, using your wooden tongs to pick up the Barbie shoe. “I’m scared to tell her about this.”

Carmen laughed, nearly falling back in the plastic chair. “I’m sure it’s a garnish.” He grinned, making you snort. “Kinda looks like your pregnancy cravings.” He motioned towards his bowl.

You gaped, dramatically at him. “Watch it, Berzatto.” You but back a smile. “Before I make you make me another Nutella grilled cheese.”

Carmen gagged dramatically, alerting Teddy. “No good?” She asked, little lip jutting nearly pitifully.

“No, no, no,” Carmen said quickly. “Very good. So yummy. All done. Good job, Chef.”

Teddy grinned, giggling and throwing her arms around Carmen’s neck, launching himself in his lap. Carmen caught her easily, tickling her sides so she squealed. “Really hands on experience, huh?” He smirked, looking at you.

You posted this photo on your Instagram:

with the caption:

eating good tonight thanks to chef teddy bear🧸🍼🐣 five stars, best restaurant in the us. giving @/carmenberzatto a run for his money!!

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Oh! Darling pt. 3

~Oh! Darling by The Beatles~

Author's Note: a bit of a fluff piece tehe Summary: Y/N and Quinn get a night away Warnings: none Word Count: 2,082 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader Masterlist

July

Ellie was asleep in her nursery, it was well past eleven and Y/N and Quinn were still wide awake. Despite Quinn’s best efforts, he’s been gone a lot more than he’s wanted this summer. The NHL awards and the draft took a week of his time. His family was in town with him but the two most important girls in his life were still in Vancouver. 

He spent all day with Ellie practically attached at his hip, now he was spending time with his girlfriend. They were simply laying together in bed, watching Miracle. A movie that they can have in the background while they simply talk. It’s been too long since they’ve spent alone time together.

“What if Riley comes by and watches Ellie for the night while we go on a date?” Quinn asked as he rolled onto his side, meeting her gaze. She tilted her head down, her eyes squinting slightly. “What’s with that look?” he asked teasingly. 

She rolled her eyes playfully as she rolled onto her side, meeting his gaze. “Riley? Riley watching our four month old? Really?” she questioned sarcastically. Quin smiled as he dryly laughed. “She can barely watch herself!” she said while laughing.

“Would you rather my friends do it?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. She sighed while rolling onto her back, staring towards the ceiling. “That’s what I thought,” he leaned towards her, pressing his lips to the side of her head. “We need a night to ourselves, you need to be pampered and you need to get all dressed up,” 

“Oh really?” she asked. 

He hummed as he climbed on top of her, staring down towards her, “When was the last time you went out and got all fancy?” he asked while staring down towards her. She pouted as her hands ran up and down his chest before she looped her hands around his neck. 

“I’ll be getting pampered?” she asked suspiciously. He nodded while leaning towards her. He pressed his lips to her cheek for a moment.

“We’ll have the whole afternoon and night together, only if you trust Riley to watch Elliana for that long,” he said while scanning her features.

She was hesitant. Maybe it was easier for Quinn to spend a night away from Ellie because he’s done it so much already. She’s never been away from Ellie for a whole night, let alone leave her alone with someone who’s never been alone with a kid. 

“I’ll ask Riley, I’ll make a full list of everything she needs to do so it’ll be okay,” she mumbled. He leaned towards her pecking her lips for only a second.

“It’ll all work out, I promise, my love,” he whispered before he kissed her lips again. 

~Two Days Later~

Ellie was starting to eat some baby food, they have only introduced apple and banana to her as they were given a list to do one day at a time. Today Ellie was sitting in her high chair, waiting for Quinn to give her some food. 

“Alright, my baby girl, we’ve got peas or carrots, probably both gross but maybe good to you. I don’t know,” he spoke, a small laugh leaving his throat. Ellie simply babbled, not fully understanding what he was saying. He sighed, “Carrots will probably be better,” He set the peas container down on the counter.

He clicked open the carrots container, “I’ll give it a try first and then you, okay?” he said and she giggled. He dug the tiny green spoon into the suspiciously orange baby food. He brought it to his mouth, taking the tiniest bite. It was awful. “Oh-so good, so good,” he cringed out as he tried not to show his disgust. “You try,” he said as he dug the spoon back into the baby food and he airplaned it towards her.

She gladly took a bite, clearly enjoying it. “Better you than me, Darling,” he whispered as he smiled towards her. Quinn lifted his gaze to see Y/N standing at the door way. “Hey love,” he said as he met her gaze from across the room. “Elle Belle likes carrots,” he offered excitedly. 

“Clearly you didn’t,” she teased as she walked across the living room towards where Ellie and Quinn were.

“Shhh, she’s not supposed to know that,” he said with a teasing grin.

“You put on a good performance though,” she offered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. Tilting her head to the side she met his gaze for a short moment before she pressed her lips against his briefly. “Riley’s going to be here in thirty minutes,” she offered. He hummed as he switched his attention back towards his daughter.

“How does she like this stuff?” he asked as he gave Ellie another spoonful. She gladly ate it no problem. Y/N giggled.

“She’s a baby, Quinny, she doesn’t know anything else,” she offered as she stared towards her little girl. 

“Yeah well wait till she finds out what ice cream is,” Quinn said smiling. She kissed his cheek for a few seconds.

“I’m going to get dressed and do my makeup. Any guidance on what I should wear?” she questioned as she slowly pulled away from him. Quinn watched her walk away.

“I’m wearing a suit, if that helps my love,” he let out, a grin oon his lips. 

“It does, thank you,” she said as she hopped and walked excitedly towards their bedroom.

After thirty minutes, Riley arrived. Not knocking per usual. “Where’s my beautiful date for the night?” Riley called out as she walked into the apartment. Quinn chuckled as he stood up from the couch as he held Ellie to his side. “There she is! Ellie, my girl,” she said excitedly reaching for the girl. Ellie giggled as her arms reached towards Riley. 

“Amazing, I can start getting ready,” he said excitedly jogging around Riley towards his bathroom. Riley rolled her eyes playfully as she shifted her attention solely to Ellie. He jogged into the bathroom squeezing past Y/N. She was standing in a robe, styling her hair. She smiled towards him as he started ripping his clothes off so he could jump into the shower. She rolled her eyes playfully as she watched him.

It took another thirty minutes before Quinn was ready. Well, almost ready. Y/N stood beside him finishing her makeup while he was running his fingers through his hair, styling it. He was in his suit, the same one he wore when he won the Norris trophy. 

“Ri, you doing alright?” Y/N shouted as she tilted her head back, peeking towards the hallway. 

Riley smiled widely as she walked up to the doorway, no Ellie in her arms. The baby monitor in her hand. “Nap time started at three, she’s out like a light. I got this, you two finish getting ready and have an amazing night away,” she said smiling widely before she slipped away back towards the living room. 

Y/N shifted her gaze towards Quinn, smiling softly. “She’s got this,” Quinn offered while pursing his lips forward. She rolled her eyes playfully as she finished applying the last of her makeup. He smiled as he adjusted his collar as he stared towards his girlfriend smittingly. 

“I’m going to get my dress on and we can head out,” she stepped towards him, kissing his cheek before she wandered towards their bedroom. Quinn smiled to himself as he dropped his head. He walked out of the bathroom, towards the living room. 

Riley was planted on the couch, a blanket covering her frame as she was clicking through Netflix trying to find something to watch. “Thanks again for this Riley,” Quinn offered as he shoved his hands into his pants pocket awwardly. 

“Y/N’s been needing this, she’s missed you a lot Quinn,” Riley said as she smiled a wide grin, “I’ll be full time babysitter if it means you two get to be Quinn and Y/N again.” she said. Quinn smiled as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

“Thanks Ri,” he mumbled, shyly. “She’s got to get up at four if she’ll be asleep by eight. And you want her to be asleep by eight or else-”

“She won’t sleep at all, I know Quinn. I got this, remember?” Riley offered. Quinn chuckled nervously.

“Right, yeah. We just haven’t left Ellie alone with someone who’s not our moms,” he said with a chuckle. “But between Isabella, Luke, and Jack, we trust you the most,” 

“It’s not the fact that I live in Vancouver and Isabella lives in Michigan. Luke and Jack are Jersey, none of that matters?” she asked sarcastically. He shook his head laughing.

“Even if any of them lived in Vancouver, I would never leave them alone with my daughter until they have their own kid,” he explained while laughing, he lifted his gaze to see Y/N walking towards them in a short black dress. It was flowy, had semi-long ruffle sleeves. “Oh, wow,” he let out breathlessly. 

She shyly dropped her gaze towards the floor before she continued walking towards him. “You like it?” she offered as she took in a deep breath. He nodded dramatically, a wide grin to his lips as he walked towards her.

“You look amazing,” he mumbled, taking a hold of her hand, spinning her. 

“Okay, stop making me sad and more single than I already am. Go out, don’t make another baby, and come back refreshed,” Riley expressed, her face squirming up in disgust. Quinn and Y/N chuckled as Quinn took a hold of her hand and guided her towards the door. 

“No promises, on the baby making,” Quinn teased, Y/N shoved him slightly as they giggled. They continued out of the apartment, hand in hand. 

“So where are we heading, my love?” she asked as she began to swing their hands back and forth. 

“We are going to that fancy restaurant you love, and then we are going to go walk downtown and then we are going to a very fancy hotel with very amazing room service,” he explained. 

“You don’t have to spend that much money on this day, Quinn-”

“You deserve to be pampered, my love,” he whispered as they entered the elevator to the parking garage.

“But this is too much,” she whispered as she turned to face him. They waited for the elevator to reach their floor. Quinn reached his hand over, brushing the small piece of hair away from her face. 

“You deserve a lot more than what I planned for tonight,” he leaned towards her, delicately kissing her as the elevator doors opened.

~~~

They stopped on the path, turning their gaze towards the water. The moonlight was cascading over the water, illuminating it. She stared towards the water, smiling softly as she inched closer to Quinn. He switched his gaze towards her, pressing his lips against her forehead, “What are you thinking, my love?” he asked softly as his hand ran up and down her back. 

“Did you think at fifteen this would be our life?” she asked as she continued looking ahead of her. He furrowed his eyebrows as he hummed. “I honestly thought we wouldn’t make it,” she dropped her head.

“Why’d you think that?” he asked. She pointed towards the small bench closer to the water edge. He followed her towards the bench, sitting closely beside her. 

“I knew you would make it, I knew you would be drafted to some team and you would be successful. I thought that we would do the long distance thing and we would fizzle out. Like a lot of high school relationships do. But you asked me to go Vancouver with you and I was going to say no. I really was but I agreed and I never looked back,” she paused, taking a deep breath. “You’re my dream Quinny, our daughter is my dream,” she mumbled out meeting his gaze. He swallowed hard, blinking tears away from his eyes. 

“Where’s all this coming from?” he asked, choked up slightly. She smiled towards him.

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just happy,” she expressed a soft grin to her lips. 

“Maybe I’m just happy too,” he whispered as he leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers. He reached his hand up, resting it onto her cheek for a moment. He glided his hand from her cheek towards the base of her neck.

[gojosatoruwifey]

ㅡuniverse's interference

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this is it.

you’ve done the impossible.

it’s crystal clear that the earnest wish you have thought of as you are being ravished by your dear husband on the wedding night has successfully reached the universe.

what was that wish?

you stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen, his adorable eyes staring back at you in curiosity. little arms try to make a grab of you as plump cheeks puff up, upset that he couldn’t do what he wanted.

“you even have the same expression as your papa when he is upset.” you laughed. the baby you have picked up is exactly the carbon copy of rafayel. your own genes didn’t fight back. heck, it took you just one try.

“mama!” your son made grabby hands again, his little limbs wiggling in the air.

please, universe. give me a child who looks exactly like this man!

heart weak to the cuteness the baby is showing, you finally relented and embraced him. your son quickly holds you once you’re within reach, his grip on your top is so strong that it even defies all laws of physics. you wonder how such strength is manifested from a small body.

it’s amazing how the baby acts and looks like rafayel. the baby revels in your attention, eyes lighting up whenever his mama is on him as you coo at him for not making a fuss in eating the squash and carrots on his plate, the baby squealing in happiness because he beat his papa again. rafayel, who had been defeated, sulks while you are left to comfort the lemurian after you tuck the baby to sleep.

rafayel hasn’t made any qualms about it, a smug expression on his features that the baby obviously inherited from him, pretending to be mad to make you comfort him a little longer.

“so cute!” you pepper the baby’s face with kisses as your son giggles.

the baby’s arrival in this world is nothing short of a miracle. after the twists and turns of your life, the sound of uncontrollable wails eases the weight as well as the pain, your teary eyes landing on your firstborn child. you woke up with rafayel taking care of his son, small and just a few hours alive.

now, a few months old. slightly wavy dusk purple hair, bluish pink eyes, refined nose and same lip shape — yes, there’s no way people with working eyes can deny it. your son who resembles his father so much can even mistake rafayel for shrinking into a child. once, aunt talia visited, finally found a day off from her work, amazement was written on her face as she took a proper look at the baby.

“who’s the cutest in the world? of course, it’s you!”

“ba!”

you heard a sigh behind you. “looks like i have to work hard to be your number one again.”

toned arms wrapped around your waist as you feel rafayel tugs you closer to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheeks and the baby’s. realizing his papa is here, the baby babbles nonsense in a scolding tone yet rafayel only finds this amusing as if he understands what his son is saying.

“dunno about that, buddy.” rafayel pokes the baby’s round cheeks. “your mama loves me, you see, so she will let her hubby spoil her for a day, right?” rafayel whispers against your ear as you feel your heart warm at his affection.

“thomas will babysit this little one tomorrow.” he takes the baby in his arms, watching the husband-son pair scene in front of you with a smile. the baby leans to his papa’s chest, the beats lulling him to an afternoon nap, eyelashes fluttering close as rafayel hums a melody.

gingerly, rafayel leans down to capture your lips for a quick kiss, voice low, “can i have the honor of taking you out on a date, wifey?”

it’s your turn to wrap your arms to rafayel’s waist, resting over his warm shoulders. the wind carries his scent — a hint of sea salt and a dominance of sweet, powdery notes. a nod is his answer. “you’ve been busy with the opening of the exhibition and i kind of…” you trailed off, “miss my husband.”

“care to repeat that? i think i didn’t hear you for the first time.” rafayel lightly yelps when you bite the flesh of his neck. he pouts, “stingy.”

[butchreg]

little ! caitlyn kiramman headcanons /ᐠ ˵> ⩊ <˵マ

i have always seen caitvi as flip4flip but been really cait brained recently ( i fear i am mashup of her , jinx , && vi heavy on jinx && cait in da flesh ) && there is not Nearly enough little ! cait for my liking so i've come to fix that && share my thoughts !! shoutout 2 all my baby ! cait agreers && enjoyers i'm spinning you all around soo hard ! !!!

tfem ! cait is canon 2 mee ... cait loves being called girly names like dollie , princess , bun(ny) , && of COURSE cupcake . so gender euphoric while also making her feel itty bitty , she gets suuper stimmy whenever she's called a pretty nickname .

jayce calling cait sprout was so little cait :C .. thats her big brother to the core . caitlyn really only feels comfortable regressing around him && vi , she's very shy about her regression && gets embarrassed . jayce will call her silly plant && animal names to help her ground herself when she starts to spiral or is feeling super upset or overwhelmed .

little ! cait is BIG into tea parties with her stuffies . she does not joke around when it comes to them !! she can be a little bossy when it comes to her tea parties , if you don't play right then you can't play at all >:( !!

she also loves to have her nails painted && she tries to do jayce && vi's too !! ( key word tries .. she does her best but what with her being small it always ends up a lil messy ) vi always tells her how pretty his nails are no matter how they turn out . that always gets her giggly && clappy .

caitlyn HATES messes so much ... whenever she has meltdowns it's usually because of a mess being made . she gets real overwhelmed && tends to cry a lot . vi is always there to soothe her && calm her down . he's so gentle , "shh cupcake , we can fix it ." he's really patient waiting as long as it takes for her to calm down , wiping her tears with the pad of his thumb && offering her a soft smile .

caitlyn loooves plushies , blankets , really anything soft . she stims a lot by rubbing her blankie on her face or between her fingers using it as a way to self soothe . while she has a bunch of blankets , she only really cares about her special one her mom made her as a baby . she drags it around everywhere , chews on it , stims with it , and cries when it needs to be washed or she's separated from it for more than five minutes .

she's got a TON of plushies but she loves all of them so much , always saying good night to all of them by name . she communicates a lot through her stuffies , having them let vi know what they want if cait's feeling shy . nooo cait doesn't need a snack , bun bun does !!

cait's usually nonverbal or semi-verbal when regressed . she likes listening to others talk more than speaking && she struggles a lot to get her words in order . she mostly communicates through babbles && whines .

she's also a bunny regressor !! she hops a lot when happy or excited && jayce always feeds her carrots which gets her hopping up a storm !! she twitches her nose a lot like a little baby bun which always makes vi coo at his little sweet girl . :C

[bethecliche]

family dinner l vincent renzi x f!original character

summary: your kids don't want to eat your food and vincent comes to the rescue word count: 2.6k content: female reader, no mention of skin color, hair or apparence, no use of y/n, maternity, food, kids being kids note: a short and quickly made story to thank you all for "my love mine all mine" good reception! omg 100 notes what a honor!!! from now on, word count will only increase :')

The table was set, but there were still two things left for dinner to be complete, one of which was Brigitte's food choice.

“My sweetie pie, would you rather have carrot or potato?” She asked the beautiful baby girl on her lap, pointing to the two options inside the kitchen cabinet. The baby, who had her head resting on her mother's shoulder, quickly stood up with interest in the bright colors inside the cabinet and was ready to stretch her hand to try to pull something out.

“It's too heavy for you, Brie. If you try to pick it up, you’ll drop it on the floor and make a mess for mommy to clean.” The mother warned, kinda hoping that her daughter would understand and stop reaching out to grab everything she saw in front of her, which didn't happen. Brigitte was in a pointing at everything phase and loved to knock things out, specially the ones that break.

With her eyes shining, the baby now bounced in her arms, excited as she recognized the jars in front of her as her baby food.

“Gu.” She tried to say, still pointing forward at the cabinet, but now looking at her mother, hoping she would understand what she was saying.

And she understood, just as she understood all of her daughter's almost words. “That’s it, my love. Food!" The older one repeated correctly so that Brigitte could repeat and learn. “Say it again: food. Fooood.”

But the baby was not interested in learning to talk, she was hungry and continued to push her weight towards the closet. Not wanting to take more long with it, her mother gave up and decided that Brie chose the potato flavor since that was the direction she pointed to. She placed the baby in her high chair and started to feed her.

Not long after the third spoonful, her restlessness began again and her pointing habit returned. She was completely uninterested in the spoon in front of her face and kept pointing to her brother's plate at the other side of the table.

“You can’t eat that, it’s your brother’s. Babies like you drink milk and eat baby food.” Mom said, pushing the spoon closer to her face.

But Brie wasn't caring about her food anymore. She was hungry but for the only thing she couldn’t eat: her brother’s food.

“You wanted it two minutes ago! How can you change so quickly?” Said her mom trying to laugh at the situation. The baby just kept trying to leave the high chair to crawl the table while the mom kept putting her down. “Can’t you eat at least two more spoons? For me?”

She tried to bargain, however Brie didn’t care.

“Baaaa.” Babbled the baby, in her way of saying “brother” and showing again her desire to whatever he was eating. But luckily for Brie, at that moment her mother noticed her son and how he was not eating too.

Little Vincent's plate was also full, even though she had put it down more than 10 minutes ago, right before looking for Brie’s food at the cabinet. The little boy was always the first to finish, looking forward to the rule that he could only eat dessert after cleaning his plate. Now, even with a pudding (something he loves) waiting to be devoured, he didn't want to eat the main plate.

“Vinnie, your food it’s getting cold.” She pointed out, turning towards her son to also give him attention. “Is there something wrong?”

“I do not like this.” The 4 year old said in a soft voice, almost embarrassed to speak out loud and upset his mother.

The woman, not understanding, insisted. “It’s made from cheese. You like cheese!"

“But I don’t like this one.” He pushed the plate away lightly and placed his little elbows on the table, frustrated, probably understanding that he won’t be able to eat pudding today.

“But I've never made soufflé before and you didn't touch the food. How do you know you don’t like it?”

“It looks ugly so I don’t like it.” He said pouting.

“Baby, it doesn’t look ugly!” She gave an uncomfortable laugh, not wanting to belittle her own creation, but she understood that it was paler and smaller than it really should be. “At least not that ugly.”

The front door opened before she could say something and the second thing missing from dinner appeared. Vincent entered quickly, leaving his coat and briefcase on a table next to the front door. He looked very tired and sweaty, but he kept a smile on his face for his family.

“Hello, reasons for my happiness.” That was the first thing he said as he approached the dinner table. He squeezed Brie's cheeks, gaining a smile with her little baby teeth from her and her arms thrown in his direction, asking to be picked up, which he couldn't resist to say no.

“Daddy!” Said little Vinnie, leaving the table and his sad face to hug his father's leg.

“Hey, champ.” With his free arm, Vincent got his son up too, kissing his forehead and shaking him a bit to get some giggles, putting him down again. Now for his wife, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips (gaining a “bleh” sound from their son) and sat down in front of her.

“Sorry for being late for dinner. You won’t believe the case that came to me today. I had to drive to meet a friend and… Well, I won’t talk about the details in front of the kids.”

She gave him a weak but happy smile, looking a little tired but trying not to dampen the mood. “It’s okay. We kinda just started.”

She started to put her food down on her plate, since Vincent arrived and could help her with the kids.

Already noticing there was something wrong, he continued on to a subject that might please her. “What did you do for dinner today, babe?” Even with everything on the table, he asked his wife to answer, as she loved talking about her attempts in the kitchen.

Most of the days, Vincent was the one cooking at home and she only made the most basic parts or simplest foods. Her husband has always been a handyman in the kitchen and prepared one thing tastier than another. Often, he would make some preparations on the weekend so that they could eat for the rest of the week, but as his work schedule was busy that month, his wife tried to cook something new to make his life easier.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t known for her cooking skills and that’s why Vincent took care of that part.

But after becoming a mom, she decided she wanted to cook more for her children and today’s experience was not the best.

“Soufflé au fromage. My mom called today and we talked about things I liked when I was a kid and after finding out what soufflé was, I wanted to eat it everyday, all the time. So I decided to make one for us.” Said sitting on the table again.

“Aw, that’s really sweet of you, babe. I didn’t know that.” He stretched forward to hold his wife’s hand, giving it a little squeeze. “But why do I feel there’s something wrong?”

She sighed, throwing herself back and pretending to melt on her seat. “Your kids.”

“What did my little rascals do? ‘Cause they’re only mine if they’re bad behaving.” Vincent said with a teasing smile, managing to get a grin from her too.

No matter how frustrated she could get in any type of situation, Vincent never needed to say or do much to make her forget her problems. His jokes or reassuring words always made her believe she could get out of any bad mood. That’s kind of his thing.

“I’m starting to believe they are plotting against me.”

“No, they would never plot against you without inviting me.” He jokingly said, giving her hand another squeeze and smiling at her. “Let’s start with this cute baby here. What’s the problem?”

“She forgot her teeths are still little and wants to eat the soufflé she can’t have.”

Vincent started to shake his leg up and down to bounce the baby, who began to giggle happily.

“That’s always a thing with her, huh? But that’s the secret. She always wants something she can’t have.” He proceeded to reach for the baby food in her seat and put it in front of them on the table. He filled the spoon the most he could and pretended to eat, opening his mouth and passing the spoon right next to his cheek. “So good. Let me get more.”

It didn't take long for this to attract the little girl's attention and she began to pull her father's arm, interested in what he was doing.

One spoonful after another, Brie was completely interested in finishing her meal and Vincent placed her back in her baby seat to move on to the other question.

“You make it seem so easy.” Said his wife in disbelief, still shocked with his efficiency to solve the problem.

“You deal with worse situations than this all day. That’s nothing.”

With their one year old in diapers and their four year old potty training, he could only imagine how her day went being a stay home mom. 

At this point, Vincent got up from his chair and went in direction to his son, picking him up from his seat and showering him with kisses. “What about this young gentleman here? Huh?”

“I’m innocent.” Said Vinnie making one of his cutest faces to appeal to his father, who just laughed along.

“That’s something a bad guy would say.” Replied the lawyer.

Brie was a very predictable girl. She is curious, likes to investigate the house and poke at everything in front of her, so assuming that she would want something "forbidden" was easy. Vinnie was a different story. When he puts his foot down, he won't change for anything. He also knows his parents are light hearted and usually goes along with his wishes.

“He also refuses to eat.”

“But I don’t like it!” Vinnie stated with a sullen face.

“Have you tried?” Vincent asked his son, to which Vinnie replied shaking his head no. “Then you don’t know what you’re missing! Soufflés are actually very good, especially the type your mom made. You’ll never know if you don’t try it.”

“Then I’ll never know.” The little boy shrugged.

Mrs. Renzi couldn’t resist but burst into a laugh, not believing what the 4 year old was saying. “He got your sharp tone.” Said pointing to Vincent, who provoked her by sticking out his tongue.

Vincent took the spoon and tried to feed the kid too, earning grunts and "no's" from him. “You’re growing and you need to eat to be big and strong! Just like your dad.”

“Can’t I just eat beef? I like beef. I don’t want to like anything else.”

This case was lost and the only thing he could do was accept it. Vincent looked at his wife, who just shrugged, satisfied that at least they got 1-2.

“It’s okay, we won’t insist anymore. But mommy worked hard to prepare this meal, be grateful for her efforts.”

Vincent released the child, who ran towards his mother and apologized for his behavior, promising he wouldn't do it again. “Sorry again, mommy.”

“It’s okay, my baby. I’m not mad.”

She made a move to get up, with the idea that she would make the steak for her son, but Vincent put her down, kissing her forehead and assuring her that he would take care of it.

“Let me do it. You need to relax a bit. Finish your food.”

Once again, she picked up her fork and now could finally eat.

-

After the difficult dinner, the Renzi family sat in the living room to finally enjoy dessert. Lucky for them, the pudding had come straight from the market and the woman had no involvement in its preparation.

For family time, they watched Frédéric Anton scolding the Masterchef chefs for their mistakes. A very educational program for them.

“It was terrible, wasn’t it?” She asked Vincent as soon as he sat down, kinda already knowing the answer. Vincent took a little more to eat since he had to prepare a different dish for his son and at that point, his wife was already cleaning Brie in the bathroom, so she couldn’t see his face eating the food first hand.

He wrapped his arm around his wife, shaking his head. “It’s not terrible. I would never use that world.” 

“Then you love it?”

“Love, love…” He looked away with a small smile on his face, a little unsure of what to say. “Love I only have for you.”

Rubbing herself a little closer to Vincent's embrace, she felt the response was enough. “Good answer. I’ll let it slide.”

The two were finally having a moment together (with Brie off to the side drinking a milk bottle and Vinnie distracted by the television and the pudding, sitting on the floor). Vincent kissed her cheek and then her mouth, hugging her body against his and finally enjoying the warmth of her body. She also couldn't resist his touch and her body was completely relaxed, feeling light and untroubled to be next to him.

But they had children, so it couldn’t last long, of course.

“Mommy, I want to eat that.” Vinnie pointed to the television that was showing this week’s challenge, which was a carbonara dish made from scratch. He jumped up and down, excited “Mommy, can we eat this pasta tomorrow? Please, please, please!”

“I bet your dad knows how to do it.” She replied to take away her responsibility for this work. “How about asking daddy to prepare it? Tomorrow is his day off, he will have time to cook this for us.”

“We can prepare together, like the chefs on television. Look!” He pointed once again to the TV and ran to the sofa, jumping between his parents. “It'll be fine, won't it? If we do it together…”

It was his way to say again that he was sorry for not liking her food and how he had hope for her cooking skills. She felt relieved and really loved, with Vincent by her side also giving her support. There was no plot against her, after all.

“Sorry again, mommy. I like your food sometimes.”

“I can sleep with that.” Said jokingly.  “Okay, we’ll do it.”

Little Vincent offered her a well accepted hug, followed by big Vincent joining too. She already anticipated that it would not go right on her part and carbonara would turn into carburnara, but to have her children and husband next to her, believing she could do it, she felt like she could make a thousand mistakes, ‘cause they would still be there waiting for another try.

“I can't wait to try this dish.” Vincent said out loud.

“No, daddy. I said I want to eat so it's just for me. You’ll only help because you’re an adult. Stated the young boy.

“You won’t give me even a small, small piece?” Vincent asked, pretending disbelief.

“No!” Vinnie said laughing and running across the sofa to get to Brigitte, now on his mother's lap. “Maybe I'll share it with Brie because she's cute. But only with her.”

Vincent, offended by his son's selfishness, started tickling him and his wife took the opportunity to tickle Brie too, leaving the room filled with laughter.

Food really brought people together. Especially the Renzi family.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hey, what about the freenoodles pregnancy water baby? Are we going anywhere with that or is that au dead?

ah yes the #mother child river Tang au

I did create it as a silly au idea to give freenoodles some attention.

I feel like it if it happened during the Soft Boiled au, Wukong would be bent over laughing at the irony! Yuebei would also laugh once the realisation hits her. Yuebei becomes more of Bao's big sister-figure in the Soft Boiled au, the little girl happily braiding the monkey's long curly fur as she oinks and babbles about her day. Yuebei thinks "mini-Bajie" is super-cute. <3

If the Eclipse Twins are there (like my idea of Macaque accidentally bringing them back from Diyu or the Penumbra au or any other au), then they're happily perched on Tang's shoulders like attack monkeys - ready to bite whoever comes close to their dear troop-uncle.

In the case of aus like TMKATI or the Post Jttw au; it would be hilarious if Bao was still a completely accidental baby. Stuff is going on! Tang and Pigsy aren't really bothered about having a kid in all this mess, just as long as they can stay safe. Also they were feeling a little broody seeing the monkeys with all their happy cubs...

Baby Bao is still a chubby round potato of a piglet. Preemie like Yuebei (something which Wukong comforts and advises the parents over), and a bit fragile, but overall just hungry and grunting at anything that annoys her. Except dearest Gege - MK has never even heard a cross oink when he holds his baby sister. Tang jokes that Bao already has hero-worship of her big brother.

Bao also has very strong opinions on cooking like her Baba Pigsy. Her picky-food-stage was Diyu-on-earth.

Pigsy: "C'mon angel, just eat some carrots. You don't have to finish all of them." Bao, in her high-chair: "No!" Pigsy: "Sweetheart, carrots are really good for you." Bao, sticks out tongue: "Bleh!" Pigsy: "They make your eyesight better!" Bao, thinking: "Urm..." Pigsy, whispers: "Do you want to wear glasses like Tangy does?" Bao: (*finishes eating her carrots with no more fuss*) Pigsy, triumphant: "Got ya. Now to work on getting you to eat all the other vegetables..."

Thankfully the little girl loves pumpkins and sweet potatoes, so Pigsy only really needs to hide a few in the mash to trick Bao into eating her greens. Oddly enough she also loves maple syrup (cicada habit).

[ninaswritingstuff]

Have a little snippet of something I wrote for my TimKon Clone Baby AU. Technically it's an ABO-verse, but nothing in this snippet actually refers to that, so this could be read as a Tim-is-trans universe.

Enjoy!

The commercials always make this stuff look easy, Kon thought, glancing between the half-empty glass jar of mashed bananas in his hand and the banana mush-smeared face of his son.

Danny was apparently in A Mood this morning. It didn’t happen often, as Danny was normally a pretty agreeable baby so long as his diaper was clean and his favorite stuffed animal was in reach, but sometimes the kid just woke up and chose violence. At least Kon had yet to be hit in the face with the stuffed rabbit Danny drug around everywhere, so overall not a bad morning.

Ellie had, surprisingly, been the easy one this morning, happily taking her portion of mashed banana. Bananas were a winning strategy with that kid; pears came in a close second. Kon hadn’t realized a baby could glower with the best of them until he’d tried to feed her mashed sweet potato. She was only marginally less hostile to mashed carrots and mashed peas.

He really hoped that wasn’t a preview of coming attractions.

“What’s got you in a mood this morning, squirt,” Kon asked. “Normally you love bananas.”

“Bah,” Danny replied, sounded way too resolute for a five-month-old.

“If you’re still miffed about the formula thing, I feel you, but it’s really the only option you’ve got at the moment.”

“Bah!”

Unlike his sister, Danny had an allergy to standard formula. Thankfully, Alfred had found a soy-based alternative that Danny wasn’t allergic to, because Tim had only been able to pump so much before he’d taken off to go find Bruce and Kon had no clue how he was gonna keep his son fed while Tim was gone when he ran out of milk. Danny had not taken the switch well, and Kon had questions about that ‘seven years under a yellow sun’ thing because the strength with which his son had shoved the bottle away the first few times could not be normal baby strength.

But answering those questions involved talking to Clark, and Kon was very much not in the mood to do that. If it wasn’t for Bart agreeing to tag along with Tim since Kon couldn’t, he was pretty sure any interaction with Clark would result in someone getting socked in the face. Even with Bart watching Tim’s six, Kon still had the urge to punch Clark in the face. How exactly was it crazy to think that maybe Batman wasn’t actually dead? So what if they’d had a body to bury? Kon had left a body, and he had come back alive and kicking. Clark himself had died and left a body only to come back later alive and kicking. Was it a long shot? Sure. Kon would give him that. But no more of one than half the shit they pulled off on a regular basis.

Kon’s entire existence was a long shot. So was Danny’s. Ellie’s was, too, if you thought about it. If Jason Todd hadn’t spontaneously resurrected for no discernible reason, he wouldn’t have been picked up by the League of Assassins and dunked in the radioactive kool-aid. He wouldn’t have come back to Gotham and hunted down Tim, beating him with an inch of his life. And if Jason hadn’t done any of that, Tim wouldn’t have been put on the antibiotics during his recovery that neutralized his suppressants and birth control, leaving him heating and fertile when Kon fucked him.

Long shots were pretty damn common in their line of work.

“Well, if bananas aren’t going to cut it today, what will?”

“Ooogah ohm da!”

All of the languages CADMUS had crammed into his head, and baby babble wasn’t one of them. With a sigh, Kon screwed the lid back on the banana jar and went to see what else was available. If Danny had a thing against bananas today, he’d probably refuse to eat the mashed pears. Kon grabbed a jar of mashed peas.

“Alright, kiddo, let’s try this again,” Kon said, settling back into his seat and opening the jar. “Open wide!”

Danny watched as Kon brought the small spoon, loaded with mashed green peas, closer to his face. In a display of proof that maybe there was, in fact, a god, Danny accepted the spoonful and swallowed after a moment of mulling it over.

“Oh thank fuck,” Kon muttered, loading up another spoonful. He needed to get at least another four or five spoonfuls into the kid before he could call it quits.

Transitioning the twins to solids was way more complicated than it sounded. Everyone seemed to have a different opinion about it, offered up a different timetable, and presented different lists of which types of foods are best for babies. He was more or less splitting the difference and hoping he was close enough. It had been two weeks, and so far neither of the twins had gotten sick or shown any other adverse reactions to additions in their diet. So he was tentatively calling it a win.

It was hard to tell if Danny was being deliberately difficult or if he was just randomly pickier than usual as Kon tried everything he could think of to get his son to cooperate. Danny hadn’t flatout rejected the mashed peas, seemed to have no problem actually eating the mush once Kon managed to get it into his mouth, but the little boy kept squirming around like the world’s most active bobble-head.

He didn’t catch the set of footsteps quite as quick as he otherwise would if he weren’t running on a third of his usual sleep schedule. Dick’s footsteps were light---most of the Bats’ were, save for Red Hood---and he moved like the highly skilled acrobat he was. He was able to sneak up on him if Kon wasn’t paying attention; even Tim hadn’t gotten that good yet.

“Good morning, Ella-bean,” Dick said, bending down a bit to get on eye-level with Ellie in her highchair. “Looks like someone had fun for breakfast.”

Half of a banana had been sacrificed to keep Ellie distracted and occupied long enough to feed Danny; Kon suppressed a shudder every time he glanced over to check on her. She’d mashed the poor fruit into a barely recognizable paste and it was smeared all over her face, clothes, and hair. She was going to need a bath.

“I take it bananas aren’t going over well with Thing 2?”

“I switched to the peas,” Kon replied. “He hasn’t spit them out yet, but he’s also not really bothering to cooperate, either, so…”

“He’s probably had enough, then. I can go give Thing 1 here a quick bath if you wanna get him cleaned up,” Dick offered, already pulling Ellie out of her seat.

She squealed and flailed her tiny, pudgy arms before settling into Dick’s arms and deciding to suck on her banana-coated thumb. Kon took a deep breath and recapped the mashed peas.

“Yeah, probably a good idea. I’ll go grab a spare onesie for her.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Dick assured him. “The nursery’s on the way to the bathroom, I can just pop in and grab something. The DVR should still be set up for The Wiggles re-runs. Ellie and I will join you two once she no longer looks like she took on Condiment King.”

Kon snorted.

Honestly, Danny was only a bit cleaner than his sister. He’d probably have to wrangle him into a clean onesie, giving the smears of green on Danny’s current one. Hopefully he’d be more cooperative with that than he was with breakfast. Kon should probably send a complaint into Gerber; their commercials were full of lies. Even if none of the baby food jars in the manor were Gerber brand.

He snagged a small handful of baby wipes and set to work wiping away the smears of mashed peas and bananas from his son’s face. In keeping with the apparent theme of the morning, Danny squirmed away from the wipes and whined in protest.

“I know, I know, but you’ll be happier when you’re clean.”

“Bah,” Danny retorted.

“You are just as much of a menace as your sister,” Kon commented, a half-smile on his face. “You’re just quieter about it, huh?”

“Mah ohm bah!”

Once Danny’s face and hands were clear of mash, Kon stood up and lifted the infant out of his high chair. Danny shrieked and kicked, giggling as Kon settled him in a more secure hold. That tiny little fist of his gripped at Kon’s shirt, but he didn’t otherwise squirm.

“Alright, let’s go get you into something clean, and then we can check in on Ellie and Uncle Dick. Sound good?”

“Bah!

Kon was particularly careful when he set about getting Danny changed. He’d made that mistake exactly once. Cute as Danny was when he was giggling up a storm, he could find something else to giggle about.

[just-a-carrot]

Who would try to actively solve the mystery before the MCs do while watching a mystery film and who would just wait for the reveal? (And everything in between) (Including Cecil, Hunar, and Jerry fjsjd)

Also I hope you're having a good day Carrot! :D

lol this is such an interesting question, hmmm...

Iggy: Would wait (hates people talking during movies in general) mostly because he loves the surprise of a big reveal and would rather just enjoy the cinematography and music

Genzou: Would wait officially (like wouldn't actually be trying to solve it) but would probably be babbling about completely off-kilter theories or making jokes throughout

Orlam: Probably wouldn't actually care that much about the mystery itself but would be pointing out absurdities in the logic throughout

Gidget: Would definitely be actively trying to solve it, even going so far as to like make notes (and would probably get it right like 50/50)

Bucks: Would be actively trying to solve it and would be shouting out her thoughts whenever she thinks she's right but would be wrong 100% of the time

Hunar: Would probably solve it quite easily in his head but wouldn't want to spoil anyone else (and would also be worried he's wrong) so he wouldn't say it

Cecil: Would solve it quite easily and say deadpan things that will happen right before they happen (much to everyone else's annoyance)

Jerry: Wouldn't actively try to solve it but would be completely shocked and taken aback by even the smallest twists and make lots of gasps and shocked noises

[chapel-of-rizztual]

I know you’re the expert on puppy mountain but would you talk a little about puppy phantom? I know you’ve mentioned him a couple of times 🐶💕

I’m the expert on puppy Mountain???!!!!

Okay, puppy Phantom it a little different to puppy Mountain. When Phantom regresses onto puppy mode he kind of age regresses as well. So basically he becomes a very young puppy. He’s very clumsy, very clingy and very needy. Mountain is normally the one that looks after him, but he also likes Rain to look after him as well. He also really like it when Mountain is puppy at the same time as him because they always play together, and Mountain will always share his toys, including his very beloved carrot plush.

Unlike Mountain, Phantom doesn’t go nonverbal when in puppy mode, although his speech is very basic, he will happily babble away to anyone that’s willing to listen. Mountain never speaks when puppy, only makes the occasional chuff, chirp and purr.

Phantom struggles to do basic tasks on his own when puppy, such as, eating, brushing his teeth, getting dressed, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. Normally Rain or Mountain is there to help him. He also loves to chew things, shoes, chew toys, straws, his tail, Mountain’s tail. Basically anything he can fit in his mouth. Mountain’s tail is his favourite.

He has an emotional support sock. A single pink and white striped knee length sock, that originally belonged to Cumulus, that he carries around in his mouth at all times. It’s basically an emotional support blanket except it’s a sock. Everyone has tried bribe him or swap it with an actual blanket, or a plush, something he can actually snuggle and cuddle, but he only wants the sock.

He chases his tail and makes himself so dizzy he falls and crashing into things, breaking and knowing everything over. He can ever actually figure out how to catch his tail. He plays fetch!!!! And he loves it! Will play it for hours if you let him. He has a whole collection of stick he deems as the ‘good fetch sticks’ and sometimes Mountain will bring him new ones from the greenhouse.

[neuroprincess]

Baby's First Flu - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: Luca catches his first flu in daycare and Melissa can't help but worry about leaving her son and wife at home.

Classification: Domestic fluff

Warnings: Sick baby, flu symptoms, breastfeeding

Word count: +3100

Unrevised

  The first sign was the most alarming for Melissa, she had prepared carrot and potato soup, the boy's favorite, wanting to prevent any cold, flu or viruses he might catch at daycare. She knows how it works at this time of the year, the bunch of small children with colds and stuffy noses contaminating their classmates like a vicious cycle. As a teacher she has seen this happen a hundred times, it always starts with one and this one usually doesn't miss class, she doesn't blame the parents for sending them, sometimes it's impossible to leave the children at home because of work. And she knew immediately what she would face when the 10-month-old turned his face snuggling into the upholstery of the feeding seat, slyly. But she couldn't believe that right in the first week back to classes. After much insistence Luca ate a few spoonfuls, preferring the tasty broth to solid food and this was the second sign, sore throat. The third, irritability, manifested itself when the baby tried to bite the redhead when she brought the spoon close to his mouth in a failed attempt to get him to eat some more.

"Tomorrow we have to take LuLu to the doctor, I'm pretty sure he has the beginnings of a flu." she comments to her wife as she enters the kitchen, already dressed for the night in pajamas.

"But how is that possible? It's only been a week since he's been in daycare." Y/N questions confused, trying to remember if she had seen any signs of sickness in the other children "The Murphy's son had a runny nose, I don't know how I didn't notice that before."

"And you couldn't do anything about it, you just started teaching again and we can't predict everything that can happen. Never underestimate the power of a child flu." she reassures the younger and stands up, taking the baby on the lap with some difficulty "God, we have to stop giving this little boy so much mashed potatoes and spaghetti."

"I told you, the pediatrician said he's almost 6 pounds over average."

"He's about the right average... for a Schemmenti." they both smile and the baby babbles between them, his voice coming out hoarse, then he makes a pout threatening to cry "LuLu, it's okay to be a little chubby." she laughs as the baby stares at her confused and brings his little hands up to mouth, sucking.

"What do you think about giving him a bath and checking his fever?" Y/N proposes approaching them, suggestively extending her arms.

"No no no, Mrs. Schemmenti! You won't get rid of cleaning the kitchen, this is our agreement, the one who cooks doesn't clean." she walks past her wife and back two steps as she is about to leave the kitchen, depositing a quick kiss on her lips "Don't forget the blender."

One of the privileges of motherhood with Luca is that the boy loves baths, maybe one of the things he loves most, after eating and playing with his mommies. He loves when his full and coppery hair is massaged when washed, the warm water enveloping him while little hands play with the toys, and the only time he complains is when he has to get out of tub. Fighting against the towel and being dried off to put on pajamas. The bath was similarly quiet, but unlike the others he didn't fight his way out, almost falling asleep in the process. Melissa dressed him in yellow Lion King pajamas. She is brushing her son's hair when Y/N arrives on the second floor after leaving the kitchen shining so clean, admiring them in the nursery doorway, just watching the cute scene with sparkles in eyes as they have a tender moment.

"Just an initial fever." Mel says without even looking back, sensing her wife's presence "We'll have to keep an eye on him during the night in case the fever rises."

"How about sleeping with us?" she asks hopefully, although the baby has always had his own room and is used to sleeping alone, Luca slept between them a few times in the first months of life. It was comfortable and practical, helped the little family sleep better in this rough phase.

"Great idea, amore mio."

"Of course, he loves to be near you. Tomorrow I'll take him to the pediatrician if he doesn't get better." the redhead is about to contest when she is interrupted "No, you won't run away from the class, I only have two classes." Y/N winks at her and rushes to tidy up the bed.

Exhaustion took the couple down easy and just lay their heads on the pillow to sleep, their son between them, resting on the baby nest bed, wrapped in his own blanket, which he is practically pet and has difficulty sleeping without. About two hours later they were awakened by a movement in the bed, Melissa was the first to wake up and widened eyes to find Luca face down, orange drool dripping from his mouth, clothes, nest and reaching the baby blanket, luckily it didn't reach the sheets. Y/N woke up next, startled by the sight. Both woke up immediately, the redhead went to wash what was dirty and look for some fever medicine left over from her younger nephews' visits, the other cleaned the baby and gave him some water, hoping that it would take away the strange taste in his mouth, and hydrate as well. She had read several maternity books which always emphasized the importance of hydration in these situations, a quick google search helped too. Minutes later Melissa returns and can't stop smiling at the scene she finds, her wife is lying on the side, her pajama top up while LuLu lazily feeds. They have been working on weaning for four months, after the introduction he barely asked to feed and has adjusted well to the new diet. Inside she was thankful that Y/N is still producing milk, after all, she always loved to see her feeding their son, feeling privileged to be part of this moment of intimacy, of connection, it's precious and at the same time so important for the baby's health. The nutrients and antibodies provided being essential for the baby's immune system, as well as strengthening it, and protecting him.

After that they had to wake up three more times to check that the fever had not risen, and luckily the opposite happened, the fever went down momentarily after breastfeeding. Without the need to use any of the meds that Mel found. The next time was to change the diaper, and it was a kind of torture to clean a baby with diarrhea at 4am, but Y/N managed, with a lot of effort and tampons in the nose. The last time was when Luca woke up at 6am with a flushed face, runny nose, irritable and crying at the top of his lungs. The fever returned and much higher, the two freaked out, calling the pediatrician immediately, after recommendations she passed on a short list of medicines and Melissa had to drive around city looking for an open pharmacy to buy them.

"Don't tell me you have a flu too." she whispers entering the house as she sees her wife sipping lemon and ginger tea while their son is lying on her lap, once again feeding "Lucky for you I also brought throat lozenges and some anti-flu for us."

"I am paying the price for underestimating the power of a child's flu. I woke up with a sore throat." Y/N confesses and settles the boy on lap, waking him up from his sleepy state, even he hadn't slept properly "I asked Jacob to cover my classes, he gladly accepted. No surprise, he loves art."

"I should call the school, but..."

"You have a commitment with many students and no one would be able to cover for you." the younger completes and smiles warmly "It's okay, honey. I understand you and we'll be fine."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky Promise."

She comes closer and leaves a gentle kiss on both their temple, struggling not to kiss her wife's lips, also being sick isn't an option. Then she gave the medicines, giving her advice about time and amount, reinforcing the last part, worried about how this could affect their son. As well as the amount of medication the girl is going to take, since she is back to breastfeeding, even if only momentarily. Then she prepared a strong breakfast for the family and rushed to get dressed, knowing that she would be a few minutes late and with a class like the one she has now 5 minutes is enough to do a lot of damage.

"Don't forget to call me at lunch time or if anything happens." she reinforces one last time as she walks out the door, the sight of her wife and sick son makes the heart squeeze her before closing the door and heading out to start the day. The two on her mind the whole way and during class.

The wait until lunchtime was torturous, she could barely concentrate to manage the class and by great luck got both age groups to behave, resulting in a quiet morning in this matter. But inside the teacher is a whirlwind, checking her phone every half hour hoping for some text updating on their health status, maybe a picture would reassure her for the rest of the class. But it never comes.

After the night without sleep or proper rest and the visit to the pharmacy in the morning she didn't even remember to make something for lunch, luckily Barbara, who heard immediately from Jacob that Y/N and Luca are sick while he was talking animatedly about art classes, brought extra food so she wouldn't have to order takeout or stuff herself with snacks. She knew very well how her friend would react at her son's first bad flu, a little scared, flustered and very protective. She has been through this before and no matter how many times her own children have gone through the same situation she has always worried equally each time, Mel is new to the mothering world and this is just the beginning.

"No texts yet. And she hasn't answered my calls either." the redhead sighs in frustration and drops the phone on the table, turning to the pot of salad, nibbling "I wonder if something happened? I trust Y/N, but she's sick too."

"Mel, they are fine, if LuLu wasn't well she would call you immediately." Barb put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, trying to convey reassurance.

"What if she went to the grocery store to buy milk and got into an accident, the traffic could be horrible..." she began to ramble on possibilities, all negative about bad things that could happen to both, escalating to worst assumptions "What if she passed out in the bathroom and hit the head? I wonder if they are in the hospital? I mean, what if the fever..."

"Mel, your phone." the friend warned her and sipped the coffee, imagining that now she'll finally be at peace, mentally crossing her fingers that it's Y/N to reassure the fierce mother's soul.

"Oh shit, finally." the woman doesn't even try to control her dirty vocabulary when she sees her wife's name on the screen, two messages in a row.

The first is a picture of Luca, dressed in a cute jumpsuit sitting in the feeding seat, little hands clutching a bowl of orange buds.

"Hi, I'm sorry for not answering earlier, I will confess that we both passed out in bed as soon as we took medicine. We just woke up a little while ago. His fever has gone down much, he is even eating, although he seems to prefer to suckle. He has a dry cough, but everything is okay. We love you so much! <3"

She cracked a big smile admiring the picture and reading the text, feeling immediately reassured to know that the two of them are well. Before she could start answering other texts came in.

"He dropped the oranges and ran into my lap, this boy knows what he wants, cried until I let him."

Attached to this text is a selfie of her with LuLu on lap, under the blanket covering him all she can see are the little hands clutching her sweater as he feeds.

"We lost that battle to weaning, but not the war XD maybe we have to start over."

"He knows what's good."

Melissa replies and smiles, saving the picture as a new background screen.

"That's why he's obsessed with you. Oh, Annette lent us the compressor nebulizer machine, she said it helped the kids when they were sick. Can you stop by her house after work?"

"Sure, amore mio." the redhead mentally writes this down, Annette lives near Abbott, it would be easy to pick up the machine at her house.

"And it's not my fault I'm the favorite ;)" she adds.

They talked for a few more minutes until lunchtime was over, the teacher happy to receive heartening news of the situation at home, her son is not suffering with as much pain as the night before, his fever is down and, what made her happiest, that he is eating again. In the last four minutes before entering the classroom they made a quick video call so Luca could hear her voice, he laughed and vibrated every second, barely letting Y/N hold the phone properly, trying to take it from her hands and have Melissa's full attention to him. The goodbye was more painful than imagined, reluctantly she pressed the hang up button and her eyes burned to see him grumble in a start of crying when she said goodbye, not even saying they would see each other soon calmed him. The call ended with Luca calling her Mama and hands reaching out to touch her, as if he could reach his mom through the screen. An uncomfortable feeling weighed on her chest when she started teaching the class again, slowly dissipating, the positive part of having such a big and chaotic class of little kids post break is that there is not much space or time to keep letting these thoughts take over her mind when she has to take care of them. The texts that were sent afterwards also helped to reassure her, Y/N sent her various pictures of the afternoon with LuLu, there is even a short sequence of him devouring a pot of yogurt while watching Word Party, it's a total mess and the cutest thing she could receive. The rest of the day was calm and quiet, the pictures filled the space of worry and longing replaced it. She can't wait to get home, especially after the last message, which she opened in the parking lot, an attached picture of the two lying in bed, the baby resting on mom's lap and clearly sleepy, eyes half-closed and the familiar Schemmenti pout.

"Principessa, I'm home!" Mel announces closing the front door and leaves her shoes aside, without waiting for an answer she runs up the stairs towards the bedroom "Amore mio?" she calls out, no answer.

The scene she finds as she opens the door is heart melting, both are lying in bed, blankets messy as they stand side by side, Luca, who inherited from the redhead being spacious in bed by nature, has arms and legs outstretched, one chubby little foot placed on mom's face as one hand grabs the collar of her sweater, Y/N has one hand holding the baby protectively from the back and the other holding his little leg. Melissa smiles and tries not to make a sound as she approaches the duo, walking on tiptoe until she reaches the dresser on her side of the bed, leaving the machine she picked up at Annette's house on the surface. Then she takes off her jacket, throwing it on the armchair in the corner of the room, and sneaks into bed, trying to position her son so that he can sleep properly, waking her wife in the process.

"Hi, sleepy head. You feeling better?" she asks as she finishes positioning LuLu better, leaving him between them, he seems to sense his mom's presence and cuddles into her "Even sleeping, I'm the favorite."

"Little traitor..." the younger one props herself up on elbows and leans in to kiss her, but remembers the danger of giving her the flu, so she throws herself on the bed disappointed "We're okay, LuLu ate some things, not everything. He preferred to suckle. But he didn't throw up anymore, his fever is down. Which is a good sign. His cough is still there and nose is stuffy. Did you bring the machine?"

"Yes, I couldn't forget. We can use it when he wakes up." Melissa proposes and moves closer, taking her fingers to Y/N's hair, stroking tenderly "Now I want to know about my beautiful wife, how are you feeling?"

"Horrible, how can a flu that came from such a lovely little being be so strong?" the two laugh and she ends up coughing, putting the forearm in front of her mouth so it doesn't hit the other woman "My throat still hurts, headache and I'm so tired, the last time fatigue hit me like this was in pregnancy."

"I told you, you can't underestimate it." she blinks, pitying that her beloved was going through this "Did the antiflu helped at all?"

"A little bit." Y/N signaled with her fingers and smiled, trying to reassure her "I'm okay, I swear to you. No need to worry, we'll both be fine."

"But he gave me a scare in the middle of the night. I don't know what I was thinking leaving you alone with him, I can't imagine how hard your day was."

"Well, we survived and that's what matters."

"You're right, that's what matters." the redhead gets up carefully so as not to wake the baby and receives a questioning look from her wife, who thought she would continue to lie down with them "I'm going to make us something to eat, have you had a bath yet? I'll prepare one for you."

"Thank you, honey."

"It's the least I can do." then Melissa walks out the door, but returns in two seconds, with a small smile on her lips.

"What is it?" Y/N asks after a few moments of being stared at without understanding anything.

"Thank you for taking care of our little boy so well. You are an incredible mom." the teacher sends a kiss in the air "I fucking love you!" she whispers.

"I fucking love you more!"

"I bet you don't..."

Schemmenti Family Masterlist

[the-offside-rule]

Jack Grealish (Manchester City) - Snowman

Day 9 of Christmas

Y/n and Jack had bee running around the house since late last night, making sure that their daughters Kayla and Sophie's Christmas was perfect. They had laid out Kayla's Manchester City kits on the sofa, along with her various other toys from 'Santa'. Jack had taken the pleasure of eating the biscuits and the brandy since Santa apparently prefers a glass or two of brandy before leaving the house and going to the next.

The sunlight had just about shone through their curtains when they heard their daughters barging through the door, Kayla slapping down hard on her Dad, with Sophie trying to jump up on the bed. "Dad! Wake up! Santa came!" Kayla squealed. Sophie had given up on climbing the bed and ran over to her mum's side of the bed and poking her, babbling along. Y/n smiled and lifted the 2 year old before patting Jack beside her. "Jack, love." He grumbled. "Can we skip Christmas this year?" He asked. "No!" The two girls replied. "Silly dad!" Kayla giggled, pulling at his arm. "Can we go? I wanna see the presents!" He groaned and nodded, before hopping out of bed and throwing on his night gown. Oh god how he had turned into such a typical Dad on Christmas day.

They crept downstairs, Jack leading them all. He opened the door slightly and peaked in. "Oh dear, I can only see coal-"

"No!" Kayla nearly sobbed. "Only messing." Jack replied before opening the door fully and turning the light on to show a living room full of gifts, big and small. Kayla ran around, not knowing which to open first. "Y/n let Sophie waddle around, touching all the presents and grabbing some to bring back to help open, whilst Jack sat beside Y/n and watched Kayla run around tearing into her gifts. "Why's it got your name on it?" Kayla asked. "Well, Grealish is your name too, sweetheart." Jack replied. "I would've liked Haaland better." He looked back to Y/n who hid her laugh by smiling with Sophie at her colourful new toys.

As the day went by, Jack helped Y/n in the kitchen as they watched their daughters play outside in the snow. "We'll bring them in soon. Make sure they don't get sick." Jack said as he cut the carrots. "Let them finish the snowman first. This is the first snow they're actually allowed to play in." Y/n said. "I know I just-"

"Hi mum! Hi dad!" Kayla said sprinting in and running upstairs, whilst Sophie stood at the door giggling. "What's funny?" Y/n asked. She pointed at Jack who forgot he had Kayla's Christmas headband still on his head. "What? Do you not think I look stylish, Soph?" He asked while posing and making her giggle even more. "Silly daddy." Y/n chuckled along as she bent down to zip up Sophie's coat a bit more. "You haven't called me that in a while, love." Jack joked. "Jack, I-"

“Dad?” Kayla asked. “Can we use this scarf?” Jack looked at the designer scarf she held in her hands. “That’s Gucci.” Jack said. “You named your scarf?” Jack shook his head. “No, no. It means it's special.” Kayla’s eyes lit up. “So it’s perfect for our snowman. He’s special too.” Jack looked over to Y/n who looked back amused, almost to say 'Do it.' Jack let out a sigh and nodded. “I suppose so.” He said. Kayla cheered and ran outside, chucking the scarf around the pile of snow with coal as a mouth.

"Mum!" Kayla called in. Both parents looked out as Kayla pointed to what they believed to be the snowman. "It looks like dad now!" She shouted, making Sophie burst into a fit of giggles. Y/n laughed. Jack simply looked over to her, the same way he did the first Christmas he spent with her. Oh how the times had changed. From having to spend them away from eachother, to now spending them with their two daughters. He loved this woman and he loved the two little ladies out the back, laughing at something that bared no resemblance to him bar the Gucci scarf. "It's identical." Jack said. Y/n turned back to face Jack and nodded, matching the same face of love and adoration as he did. "The spitting image, love."