#She’s just checking in! This is ‘wife swearing because she stubbed her toe on the coffee table’ levels of concern

[dawnsiren]

This fandom is really sleeping on one of Rio’s lines from Ep 5 which is a shame because it’s great

Agatha: *possessed scrabbling and Exorcist backbend*

The coven: *Freaking out* Rio, sounding mildly concerned at most: Sweetheart? You okay?

[dollmoth-productions]

Yan encanto family with villain (cuz why not? Or normal if dont write villain reader) reader whos a power like naagin (a person who can shape shifting into a snake)

I could not find any good GIF so I hope this is good

TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR

The darling is more mischievous than evil

💙 Isabella is very showy for you she especially loves it whenever you do turn into a snake she purposely likes to put you in the sun on one of her many plants so you will heat up she thinks it's absolutely adorable when you are completely healed up you normally try to leave her room and she usually just try to stop you by putting a Vine around your leg sometimes even with thorns

💙 Maribel does get tired of your shenanigans because of your constant pranks or lack thereof which means you're planning but she truly does love you even though sometimes it becomes too much when her jealousy does show

💙Julieta and agustín are more of the sickly sweet pipeline she will make you food and maybe when you're even in your steak from catching mice for you even though you don't really eat sometimes the food is even poison so you are too sick to take care of yourself. Agustín is accident-prone as you see but that doesn't change the fact that he cares about you he's a lot like his wife in some ways maybe less obsessive so he commonly just plays the piano for you even if you're crying after a punishment or chained up by Casita

💙Luisa very strong but very dangerous it's coming for you even if you try to leave the 

Casita tries to force you to stay here but if you ever follow the rules and play nice 

she's an absolute sweetheart a darling even but it doesn't help because she's the strongest she's often the one that has to bring you home even if you try to Slither away she holds you down by the neck or where she believes your neck is

❤ Abuela it's probably the most tame but also the most dangerous to make angry she is a lot more less stressful on you than the others but that comes with more helicopter parenting if you ever are close to window she's always three feet away if you ever try to get out of the Casita she's always two inches away she's the most dangerous to make angry because she will make sure you get punished

💛Pepa  and Felix the helicopter parenting was Abuela then they are complete watch dogs always watching you always checking up on you always making sure you're okay and that would be nice but wasn't every 5 minutes it comes to the point where you sometimes even hide but they normally know where you are they think it's absolutely adorable that you can transform into this think even more when he tried to bite them normally that leads to Pepa thundering through even though Felix is more laid-back here does have his limits his limits come whenever you try to escape and he doesn't the Show punishment but he does give you a firm talking to where he threatens to break your legs

💛 Dolores the person who can hear everything is possibly the only chance that you'll ever be to normalcy you were never able to truly Escape her she can hear you slithering away she can hear you whenever you stub your toe and you swear and beneath your breath and you expect the girl who knows everything about everyone to actually help you because they might understand you but nope you have to stay here it's scary.

💛 Camilo the light-hearted jokester you have lost all hope of anyone ever letting you escape which also lead you to be kind of depressed and sad so Camilla was there to always cheer you up which was usually than my mocking the victims that they've usually got done rid of he loves it whenever you turn to snake whenever you're scared because it really depends on your mood what type of breed you are she does miss your shenanigans with him whenever you would prank people with him but it's safer for you to stay here and not do anything too dangerous

💛 Antonio he's the less of your worries he doesn't even understand his feelings on the matter he understands you whenever you turn into a snake so that's good or he even lets you pet his pet Jaguar so you would feel better watch me yet again he doesn't really allow you to escape but you can easily overpower him because of how young he is but you would never hurt him if you were given the chance he's the lesser of two evils

💚 Bruno is definitely more of a danger for you he will start doing his Visions again especially when he's accepted back in the family so he can see if you would ever escape so he can plan it out normally the family gives you to him whenever they have to do their normal chores so it's definitely an uphill battle with you and him his hugs are so crushing and tight that you commonly can't even escape and you even fall asleep in them they're not even comforting anymore they're more dangerous especially after you tried to escape multiple times he hate it whenever you turn into a snake he's scared that you might hurt his rats so he often punishes you so you won't really turn into a snake as much otherwise he's completely calm

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

70s harry in a bad mood and says something he doesn’t mean, spends the whole night apologizing and worshiping y/n to make up for it

Harry was in a bad mood today. He was stressed because of the floristry, had a bad hair day, tripped on his way down the stairs and stubbed his toe, everything was putting him in a bad mood.

“What’s your problem. You’ve been bitchy all day.” Harry usually wasn’t sour toward his wife. He worships the ground she walks on. And if she ever mentioned that he was he would spend the whole day making it up to her until she said it was enough. “Nothing.” He mumbled, ignoring her and penning at her paper

“You don’t need to have an attitude. You’ve been-“

“Could you be quiet for five second? Five? That’s all I ask for? I’m asking for five second of silence and I wouldn’t be in a bitchy mood!” He yells, slamming his paper down. She hears his mumble “and I thought the twins were a handful”

That hurt. It hurt a lot to hear that from her husband. Especially when he act like she hung the moon.

She walks up the stairs before he can, slipping up the stairs and locking the door once she gets in the bedroom.

Harry knows he’s in trouble once he hears the lock.

He watches the twins for a couple hours. He deciders it’s the most he can do since he said such vulgar words at his innocent wife. He had no right to yell at her like that. She was just asking a questions.

He decides he can watch the kids from the hallway and sneak upstairs to check on his wife.

“Love bird? Open up please. I want to check on you.” He begs, knocking on the door.

“Oh so you want to hear my voice now?” She asks, making harry huff, making his forehead on the door. “Firefly, open up please. I just wanna make it better, love bird. I never meant to hurt you.”

They both sit in silence, y/n waiting for another apology.

“You’re my world. I don’t know what got in my head. I went crazy or something. Open up and let me apologize, firefly.”

Y/n opens the door, keeping a straight look on her face while harry gives her a been cheesy smile. “I never meant to hurt you. I’m a big dumbass. I have no excuse. Promise I’ll never treat y’ like that. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, love bird?” Harry asks, pressing one of her hands to his cheeks.

She nods, “but if you ever talk to me like that again I swear to go-“

“You can kill me. I know. I deserve to get knocked out. Now, get in the bath. I’m gonna put the twins to bed. Then I’m gonna run out, get some rubbers and your favorite snacks and we’ll be all set for tonight, right?” Harry smiles, rubbing her lower back and trailing kissing all up her arm.

“If you also give me a back massage.“

“Deal.”

[buckysbitch107]

Karma’s A Bitch | Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It wasn’t your fault you stubbed your toe. You were tired and that table was definitely about 2 inches to the left last time you walked past in. You’re obviously in pain, and looking for a little bit of sympathy, but Chris just laughs at you. But as your husband was laughing his ass off, you knew that karma would serve him a taste of his own medicine.

Requested by: @wintersoldierslut

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1.14K

A/N: This is my first request, I have three more to write. I will always be accepting requests! Hope y’all enjoy this one, and if you’re wondering, the interview in this fic is from MTV in 2015.

So maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up that late. You think, pulling the blanket wrapped around your shoulders closer to your body. You walk out of the bedroom, quietly shuffling down the hallway until you reach your living room. Your attention remains on the cereal box on the counter, the coffee table in front of you not being an object of your focus until your big toe collides with it, a jolt of pain shooting up your spine.

“OOOOOWWW!”

“You okay?” Your husband asks, popping his head and upper torso out from behind the bedroom door. Confusion floods his mind until you start hopping around on one foot, both hands wrapped tight around your tow.

“OWOWOWOWOWWWW! Oh, fuckity fuck!” Chris lets out a loud laugh before opening the bedroom door more. Dodger runs out of the room, his eyes set on you, who has now switched to rocking back and forth on the floor. The Jack Russell Terrier comes bounding down the hall, running into you and immediately starting to lick your face. Chris laughs harder as you try to cover your face from the attacks. “Dodger not now! Your mother is in pain!”

“He’s trying to help.” Chris wheezes, bent over with his hands on his knees. “Oh god, my stomach hurts. I should have abs after that.”

“Oh, shush, you already have abs.” He only shrugs before walking over to you, extending a hand out to you. “Need some help?”

“Oh fuck off.” You take his hand and pull yourself up. He helps you over to a chair and sits you down, taking off your sock and looking at your toe.

“It looks fine, babe.”

“IT’S ALREADY SWOLLEN!” You exclaim, pointing at it. Chris rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen, grabbing two bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch before strolling back over to the table and setting them down.

“Eat. I have an interview today, and I know you don’t wanna miss it.” You glare at him before digging your spoon into the cereal.

“Meanie.” You whisper, not expecting him to hear you.

“Whiny-baby.”

~~~

“The good news is, we’ve got-we’ve got food here.” The interviewer starts, making you quiet your conversation with Chris Hemsworth’s wife. “Because the human dorito is in the house, but we’ve also got-” Josh reaches next to his chair and pulls out a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, this bag adorned with a Captain America Figure by the logo.

“The real doritos!” Hemsworth exclaims, instantly stopping when he sees Captain America. “Just to point out, there is a Thor Doritos, but they all sold out.” That comment makes everyone in the studio burst into laughter.

“I’m really happy that they chose Cool Ranch though. Of all the flavors, Cool Ranch is like- I couldn’t have chosen a better flavor.” Your husband adds.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” Josh asks, not realizing how his question sounds until it’s already too late. Chris H lets out a quick laugh before actually realizing what the interviewer said.

“Wot-” Chris E cuts him off with a ‘shhh’, obviously meant to be a curse but stopping himself. “What did he say? You are delicious, by the way.” Chris comments, causing you to cover your mouth with your arm in order to stifle your giggles.

“Oh, wicked good!” Your husband exclaims, taking another chip, his Boston accent coming out just a smidge.

“That’s exactly what I thought you’d taste like!” You choke on your drink and try to quiet your neverending laughter.

“More, I need more.” Josh comments, also dying of laughter.

“Can we use any of this?” Evans questions, still holding the bag of chips in his hands.

“Wait, Y/N!” Hemsworth yells, his mouth half full. You sigh, honestly a little scared about the next words to come out of his mouth. “You’ve tasted Chris, what does he taste like?!” At this comment, you spit out your drink, a little bit coming out of your nose. You start coughing wildly, trying not to choke on the liquid in your airways.

“Hemsworth! Don’t kill my wife!”

“Sorry!”

~~~

“Y’know, Y/N. Your toe looks a little swollen, you should get that checked out.” Elsa comments, glancing at your big toe peeking through the sandals you’re wearing. You nearly fall out of your seat as you jump up, grabbing her hand before rushing over to your husband, who is still seated in the interview chair. You turn to her with wide eyes and both of them have a confused look on their faces.

“Please repeat what you just said.” You ask, now turning to glare at your husband.

“I just said your toe looks swollen and you should get it checked out.” She shrugs, not seeing the look on Chris’ face.

“I TOLD YOU!” You exclaim, nodding your head in triumph before walking back to the little ‘wives’ area’ and sitting down again, waiting for the rest of the interview to be over.

~~~

“God, that interview was hilarious.” You cackle, opening the door to your house. Chris agrees and steps inside, Dodger greeting you two at the door. You close the door behind you and start taking off your shoes, your focus no longer on Chris. Apparently his focus was also somewhere because as he’s walking to your bedroom, you hear a muffled yell.

“Oh, shitballs.”

“You okay?” You ask, walking over to where the yell occurred from, instantly breaking out into a fit of laughter as you see your husband holding his toe. “PAYBACK BITCH!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But seriously, I think I broke my toe.”

“Well, I’m not helping you.” You speak, breaking out into another fit of giggles.

“What? Why?” He asks, a slightly hurt look on his face.

“Cause karma’s a bitch, and so am I.”

~~~

The two of you lay in bed, Chris’s arm wrapped lazily around your shoulder. You turn slightly, moving your head to rest in the crook of his neck, the familiar scent of pine, honey, and a little bit of whiskey surrounding you. Chris tries to turn as well to make it more comfortable for you, but in doing so, he kicks his foot into yours, making both of your stubbed toes collide.

“OW!” You both exclaim, pushing away from each other.

“Okay, that was completely your fault.” You whine, holding your toe under the covers.

“No, it was not.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah hu-” You’re cut off by a hand slapping over your mouth, your eyes flicking up to glare at your husband.

“How about it was an equal fault between both of us, and we shush so we can both go to bed?”

“Fine.” You whisper, cuddling back into his side. Dodger jumps on the bed, lying at your feet as the three of you fall asleep to the sounds of soft heartbeats and chirping crickets.

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 14.3

Happy Tuesday everyone! And happy Wednesday @widchadidcha. This is the final part of the massive 14th chapter of Vegas! @outlandishchridhe and I are proud of it, as usual. We’re hard at work on the next chapter, which, if you’ve been keeping track, takes us into the 9th month of the Fraser Bairn Watch. ;) I hope you enjoy this final part of the chapter!

Catch up on the previous part of chapter 14 HERE

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 8

For once, they actually woke at nearly the same time. Jamie caught her in the middle of a yawn and large stretch, grinning at her straining belly.

“Good morning,” he said, kissing her lips softly.

“Good morning to you too.”

“How’s the bairn?”

She shrugged and began the irritating process of getting out of bed. Finally on her feet, she lurched up and staggered for the bathroom. Jamie was still lounging when she emerged after her shower.

“Are you going to just lie there all day?”

He shrugged and folded his arms behind his head. She didn’t miss the way the morning sun caught on his down hairs, bathing him in gold.

“I might. Dinna have to work today.”

Pulling a dresser drawer open, she started the next process of getting dressed.

“But you can’t stay there all day. I have to get started on dinner preparations for Henry tonight and you need to call him. And, didn’t you promise me the crib would be built before you went back to work?”

His blue eyes narrowed.

“I swear, wi’ this pregnancy, half the time you’d forget yer bloody head if it wasna attached, but ye remember perfectly words I said near three weeks ago.”

“Just don’t say something you don’t want me to remember and we’ll be fine. I can make a quick breakfast before I take over the kitchen.”

With a grunt of mild frustration, he got out of bed and came around to stand near her. Stark naked, he was a mighty sight to behold and she felt a chill run down her back. He must have watched the thought move across her face, because he smiled and leaned in for a long, slow kiss.

“I was given to believe pregnancy made a woman less needy. But wi’ you, it’s like ye canna get enough.”

“That’s probably because I can’t. And we’re getting close to the end of this thing. Our lives are changing.”

“Aye,” he said, kissing her neck. “They are. And I’m verra glad they’re changing wi’ you.”

She giggled and gave a playful smack to his arse as he headed for the shower.

“I’ll have breakfast ready when you’re done.”

Claire set the eggs, bacon, and toast down on the table as Jamie came out, running a towel over his head.

“The crib is still where you left it,” she said, nodding to the wall the box leaned against.

“Aye, I ken. I nearly stub my toe on it every night. Can I no’ have my breakfast first?”

A rather loud gurgle filled the apartment and they both laughed. Jamie’s iron stomach could handle just about anything, but it refused to be taken from its routine of being regularly filled.

“Of course you can. And call Henry. Oh! Ask him if he’s any food allergies.”

Jamie pulled out his cell phone as he sat at the small table.

“Henry? It’s Jamie. Aye, I ken it’s early, but you’ve never been one to sleep in late. No, no we’re both good. All three of us, aye… Actually, Claire, the bairn, and I wanted to invite ye over for dinner tonight. Excellent! Claire will be pleased to hear. Have ye developed any food allergies lately?” Jamie nodded and smiled. “Aye, see you tonight. Claire thinks around six thirty?” Jamie raised his brows at her and she nodded. “Good.”

Putting his phone down on the table, Jamie set about eating his breakfast. Claire nibbled on her own while she began running through her mental inventory of their kitchen. With only the three adults, they wouldn’t need a massive amount of food. But Henry was clearly important to Jamie, so she wanted it to be nice.

Reaching around her, Jamie put his dishes in the sink and kissed her cheek, one hand on her waist. She turned to him, not satisfied with the small peck, and accepted his real kiss.

“Do you need help moving the crib?”

He shook his head and patted her bottom.

“Nah. I’m gonna push the couch back a bit and set it up all in the living room here. Gi’ myself some space to get it all together. Is our wee tool bag still in the closet?”

“It is. I haven’t had a need to touch it.”

In short order, he’d demolished the box (“Why the hell did they child-proof a bloody cardboard box? I dinna think God himself could get into this thing!”), set all the pieces and hardware out in neat piles, and gathered the tools he’d need. Claire smiled to herself as she began the dinner. She began mixing together cake batter while the oven warmed.

“Why does it need to be so big? The bairn’s going to be the size of a watermelon, aye?”

“Did you really just ask if your daughter was going to be the size of a watermelon?!”

“No, I asked if my son would be that size. But why does a crib really need to have so many wee parts?”

As she poured the batter into the cake pan, she snorted.

“Because it needs to hold together. Son or daughter, your child is going to be sleeping in that. You want it to be secure, don’t you?”

A few moments of silence passed.

“Aye,” Jamie said grudgingly. “I do.”

“Have you lost the instructions?”

“No, they’re right here.”

Claire eyed the cake pan and the oven, trying to strategize how she’d lean over to open the oven and insert the cake. It took some creative maneuvering, but she got it in without losing anything.

“Alright. That’s going to bake for a few minutes. Then I can let it cool while I get-” she turned to check on Jamie’s progress and stopped.

He sat cross legged on the floor, leaning over and poking through a pile of screws. His red curls, still a little damp, fell in front of his face and he pushed them back habitually. For the first time since she’d known him, Claire saw Jamie in his reading glasses. She’d had no idea he even had glasses. The black, square frames continuously slid down his nose, which he hardly seemed to notice.

Finding what he needed, he sat up and began to assemble something. At one point, he bent his head forward to peer over the top of his glasses and Claire just lost it. Maybe subsequent pregnancies wouldn’t make her quite this needy, but this one certainly did.

She dropped the hand towel on the counter and made straight for him like a heat-seeking missile. Hearing her coming, Jamie turned his head and looked up at her.

“Do ye need me to open something again, a nighean?”

Gracelessly, she plopped herself on the ground and pulled him to her. Her kiss caught him off guard, surprise jolting through him as he leaned awkwardly to reach her.

“I take that as a no, then?”

“You never said you wore glasses,” she said, tugging and pulling at her shirt.

“Ah…” he said, puzzled. “I dinna wear them verra often. Dinna need them unless I’m verra tired or the print is too small. Sassenach, what’s-”

“Shut up,” she said, silencing him with another kiss.

With much more dexterity than Jamie had had with the box, Claire had him on his back and his trousers around his ankles in less than a minute.

“Christ, woman!”

Looking down, over her belly, at him, she winked.

“Claire will do just fine.”

His hands came up to spread over her belly, the baby inside announcing her irritation with being jostled.

“He doesna seem too happy.”

“For this moment in time, I don’t care.”

Struggling with her own trousers, she finally got them off and sat up, preparing to swing a leg over.

“I canna say I mind this neediness of yours, mo chridhe.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” she said, watching his lips part as she stroked him. “Even when I’ve just had you, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch you again - to have you again.”

Slowly, his body began churning, trying to create friction with her hand.

“Aye,” he breathed. “I feel it too.”

“So I’ll have you again,” she settled her knees down on the floor. “To feel that tightness release. To feed this addiction I have.” She held them both right on the edge, so near to that soul-deep connection. “And when the need strikes me again, I’ll have you again. And you’ll have me.”

His eyes peeled open just enough to meet hers and he nodded.

“Please, Claire.”

Her head fell back as she took him home once more. Despite her increased size, she had full control of most of her body and used it to torture him sweetly. Grinning down at him, she began rolling her hips in a slow, exaggerated circle. Jamie groaned beneath her. He reached up to remove his glasses, but she caught his wrist.

“I don’t think I said you could take those off.”

“It’s just a pair of glasses, Sassenach.”

“Yes. And they’re rather… different. Don’t take them off yet.”

Giving her a curious glance, he settled his hands on her thighs.

“Different? Like bedding wi’ someone else, then?”

She shrugged and twisted her hips from one side to the other.

“Maybe a little.”

When his hands moved from her thighs around to her backside, she stopped.

“Why’d ye stop?” he asked, voice a little pleading.

“Did I say you could grab my arse?”

His brows shot up.

“I need permission to fondle my own wife’s arse, then?”

“Don’t you remember last night? Struggling will only make it worse for ye,” she said in a sorry attempt at a Scottish accent.

His chuckle quickly faded into a groan as she moved again, slowly. No matter how much he tried to make her go faster, do something else, she refused. After a few minutes, she took his hands and moved them up to her breasts.

“Have I permission then, madam?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’d much rather ye no’ torture me into an early grave.”

She couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“Oh we can’t have that. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Picking her pace up slightly, she enjoyed him for a moment. Until his hands moved. Coming to a full stop, she glared down at him.

“What did I tell you?” she said sharply.

“Christ, Sassenach!”

“That’s not at all what I said.”

Squirming beneath her, he tried to lift his hips and recreate the friction. Her substantial weight, however, kept him pinned. For once, she had all the leverage.

“Damn you, woman!”

“No…” she said slowly. “I definitely didn’t say that either.”

“First ye couldna keep yer hands from me because of my glasses! And now ye wilna move. MAKE UP YER DAMN MIND SASSENACH!”

Reaching down, she grabbed his face in one hand and glared into his eyes.

“The more wrong answers you give me, the longer this is going to take. And not in the fun way.”

He fixed her with a stern look of his own before finally answering her.

“Ye said,” he responded through clenched teeth, “no’ to move my hands.”

“And?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“And I moved my damned hands. For the love of God, Sassenach, do something!”

His hips moved involuntarily again, pushing just slightly against her, making her shiver.

“Good boy,” she purred. “Though if you’d followed the directions like you should have, we’d be nearly done by now.” She wiggled her hips a touch to illustrate her point.

“I swear to God ALMIGHTY Claire if ye dinna do something soon, you’ll be a widow.”

Turning his head, he looked up at her and glared darkly. His blue eyes were magnified through his glasses and she remembered the feelings and naughty thoughts when she’d first seen him. Assembling the crib for their child, glasses on the bridge of his nose as he read the instructions.

“Damn,” she muttered.

“What now!?”

“Something about you in glasses… I just...it makes me want to ravish you. Don’t you move a bloody muscle.”

He muttered something in Gaelic that she didn’t care to ask him to translate. The combination of his glasses and his rough Scottish burr lit something in her on fire and she rolled her hips hard against him, riding him as hard as she dared. Somehow, he still didn’t move his hands from where she’d put them.

With all her teasing and waiting, neither of them lasted very long. Claire leaned forward, breathing heavily but never ceasing in her movements, pulling Jamie with her over the edge. Her whole body shuddered against his as she went limp, planting her face into the crook of his neck.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Claire groaned, not wanting to move ever again from the position she was in.

“I think yer cake’s done, mo chridhe,” Jamie breathed softly, running his hands down her back along the bones of her spine and up, enjoying the gooseflesh that rose up under his fingers.

“Damn the cake,” she mumbled against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat from their exertions.

“I ken ye dinna really mean that. Besides, we dinna want to burn the building down. Henry would be verra cross with us if we did.”

She laughed softly and groaned as she tried to push herself off of his chest.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Yes, damn you, I hear you. I’m coming.”

After a moment of maneuvering, Jamie helped her off the floor, bending to get her clothes for her.

“I don’t have time for those right now. You’re right, I don’t want the cake to burn.”

“Sassenach…”

Claire moved, naked as the day she was born, towards the kitchen and the oven, but he stopped her before she could open it.

“Yer going to fall in there, Sassenach, and then ye’ll be burned and it’ll ruin yer day. I’ll get it out for ye. Dinna fash.”

She eyed him, but took her clothes and started to dress herself again. Why had she not just worn a dress? Easier to get into and out of...and easier for other things as well…

“Sassenach? Where are ye right now? Ye’ve the look of a cat that’s had cream for it’s supper on yer face and it’s makin’ me a wee bit nervous.”

He made a silly face at her and she stuck out her tongue back, earning a swat to her still nude bottom.

“Go and put together our baby’s crib so I can finish making this food. Oh, and...can you keep your glasses in our room? Just, um, in case we need them?”

He gave her a sly smile, watching the rosy blush cover her cheeks.

“Aye. If that’s what ye like, mo chridhe, who am I to say I won’t wear them for ye on occasion?”

###

Claire fidgeted with her hair, which she’d fought down and pinned back. Jamie had said he enjoyed her wild hair, but she didn’t need tendrils taking on a mind of their own.

“Relax, mo chridhe. Ye’ve met Henry before.”

“Well, yes. But I thought he was just a landlord before. This is like… Well it’s like I’m meeting your family for the first time.”

A flash of hurt and regret moved over his face, but was gone when a knock came at their door.

“Come on, a nighean,” he said smiling, hand on the small of her back leading her forward.

Henry smiled on the other side of the door and Claire saw he had his arms full. In one hand was a nice bottle of whiskey and the other was a bouquet of flowers.

“I know you can’t have any of this yet, Claire, but I thought it would be a good thing to celebrate with later, when you can.”

“Oh Henry, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you!”

Claire took the flowers and put them in the vase that usually held her monthly roses. Jamie put the bottle up in one of the cupboards and came back out to the table to help Claire into her seat.

“This looks wonderful, Claire. Thank you for inviting me over.”

“You’re welcome, Henry. Jamie’s told me how much you’ve done for him since he came out here. You’re like family to him - to us.”

Henry blinked quickly and smiled fondly at Jamie.

“Oh! I almost forgot! Claire and I made ye something. I’ll be right back.”

Jamie hopped to his feet and dashed off to the bedroom for a moment.

“You are far too good for him, my dear. He can be a thick headed idiot sometimes. And you are sweet as an angel.” Claire flushed red at his praise.

“I know very well just how stubborn he can be. Unfortunately love doesn’t often follow logic. I couldn’t leave him any easier than I could take out my own heart.”

“I have to say I’ve never see him so happy. I’ve known him a number of years now, but there’s a life to him that… Well, I’m sure you see it as much as I do.”

Claire looked up to see Jamie returning with the card they’d made earlier.

“Yes,” she said, watching him smile back at her. “I do see it.”

Taking his seat again, Jamie handed over the card.

“I ken Christmas was yesterday, but we didn’t get this done until this morning.”

Late morning, Claire thought with a smirk.

Henry opened the card to see one of the ‘family’ photos she and Jamie had taken.

“Happy late Christmas, Henry. Thank ye for all ye’ve done for us. For both of us.”

“It’s been my pleasure. You’re both good kids.”

Jamie took Claire’s hand and squeezed it, grinning between both her and Henry. After that, they served themselves and had a delightful meal. Much to Jamie’s distress, Henry told a few stories about his first few weeks in Las Vegas.

“It wasna that bad!” Jamie protested.

Claire was giggling so hard tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Jamie, my boy… Yes, it was. You always got in the wrong side of the car. Every time.”

“Well it’s all backwards here!”

“For some reason, I can see that happening. I’m a little disappointed I never got to see it.”

Henry chuckled, a deep, soothing sound.

“I only wish I’d taken pictures. Just hearing him curse, early in the morning, in that odd language of his. God I hadn’t laughed that hard in ages.”

Jamie helped clear the table of dishes while Claire sliced the cake. The three of them settled in once more and Claire rubbed at her belly.

“You two…” Henry said quietly, looking between the two of them. “You remind me of me and my late wife.”

Jamie’s hand tightened on hers.

“Ye dinna talk much about her.”

“We married young. She was the prettiest girl on the block and I was in love with her the moment we met. Lucky for me, she had low standards and settled for me. My Julia was…” Henry paused to clear his throat. “Julia was my best friend. I loved her more than anything in the whole world. When I see the way you look at each other, it’s like watching me and Julia over again. It’s a rare and beautiful thing, what you both have. Cherish it.”

“I intend to, Henry. Claire’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I won’t ever forget that.”

“Same here,” Claire said softly.

Henry yawned and Jamie smiled at him.

“It’s getting late,” Henry said. “I should head home. Let the mother-to-be get some rest.”

They all stood and shuffled to the door. Henry paused and turned to hug Claire tight.

“He can be hard headed, like I said,” he whispered in her ear. “But he’s as loyal as they come. You hold onto him.”

“I will, Henry. I promise.” She hugged him back as strongly as she could.

Henry shook Jamie’s hand and headed out of the apartment building. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Jamie pulled her into a fierce hug.

“Thank ye for having him over, Sassenach.”

“Well you said he’s family. I wanted him to feel welcome here. And, well…” she wiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks. “I wanted him to like me. He’s basically your father here and I wanted to make a good impression as your wife and…”

Claire leaned heavily on Jamie, crying quietly.

“Hey,” Jamie said gently. “Hey, mo nighean donn, what’s the matter? What’s happened?”

“I don’t know why I’m such a mess! I just… He thinks I’m good for you.”

“Oh, my love,” Jamie chuckled. “You are the very best thing for me.”

Jamie rubbed her back softly, murmuring to her soothingly in Gaelic. She really ought to have him teach her enough to understand what he was saying all the time.

“Jamie, I had an idea while we had dinner.”

“Did ye? Come and tell me about it. Your feet must ache.”

Her feet were beginning to hurt, so she settled herself on the couch, stretching so her feet rested in Jamie’s lap. Pulling her shoes off, he began pressing his thumb into the arch of her foot, where it ached the most.

“So what was your idea, mo chridhe?”

“What if we asked Henry to be the baby’s godfather? Not that I expect anything to happen to either of us, but he’s our only family here. And, well… He’d be a great person to have around, to ask advice and all that. Do you think… Is that a stupid idea?”

It wasn’t until she looked up that she realized Jamie had stopped rubbing her feet. Tears were welling in his eyes and he nodded slowly.

“Claire… I think that’s the best idea. Henry will be so touched. And that ye’d ask it… Just when I think I canna fall more in love wi’ you, I get surprised. Aye. I’d love to ask Henry to be our baby’s godfather.”

“I think he will too. After all, he did a good job getting you acclimated to Vegas life. And he’s a good man,” she said, giggling softly.

“Aye, that he is. Come on, Sassenach. Let’s go to bed.”

“To bed...or to sleep?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“I guess ye’ll have to come and see, won’t ye, my wee vixen.”

She watched him with hungry eyes as she followed him down the hall to their bedroom... definitely not to sleep.