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The History and Evolution of Sleigh Beds

Sleigh beds are a type of bed with a distinctive curved headboard and footboard that resemble a sleigh or sled. They are typically made of wood and have a luxurious, elegant look. While sleigh beds are often associated with traditional or antique decor styles, there are many modern variations that incorporate sleeker designs and materials such as metal and leather.

The origins of the sleigh bed can be traced back to ancient Roman times when wealthy citizens would recline on couches that had curved headrests and footrests. These curved pieces were called "saccus," and they inspired the design of later sleigh beds.

In the 19th century, sleigh beds became popular in the United States and Europe as a luxurious and stylish alternative to traditional four-poster beds. The curved headboard and footboard were often adorned with intricate carvings and other decorative details, making sleigh beds a symbol of wealth and refinement.

Over time, sleigh beds have evolved to suit changing tastes and design trends. In the mid-20th century, for example, streamlined versions of sleigh beds were popularized by designers such as George Nelson and Charles and Ray Eames. These modern sleigh beds featured simple, clean lines and a minimalist aesthetic.

Today, sleigh beds continue to be a popular choice for those who want a statement piece for their bedroom. They are available in a wide variety of styles and materials, from classic wooden designs to more contemporary metal and leather versions. Many sleigh beds also feature practical features such as built-in storage or adjustable headboards. In conclusion, sleigh bed have a long and fascinating history that spans many centuries and cultures. While they have evolved over time to suit changing tastes and design trends, they remain a timeless and elegant choice for anyone looking to add a touch of luxury to their bedroom.

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Top Beds Adds Elegance to Your Bedroom with Classic Diamond Headboard

Top Beds introduces the Classic Diamond Headboard, adding elegance and sophistication to any bedroom with its luxurious, customizable design. Since 2018, Top Beds has specialized in bespoke beds and high-quality mattresses, offered in the UK.

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Choosing the Perfect Sleigh Bed: A Buyer's Guide

Imagine sinking into a cozy haven after a long day, surrounded by the classic charm of a sleigh bed. If you're in the market for a new bed, the timeless elegance of a sleigh bed might be the perfect choice for you. In this buyer's guide, we'll navigate through the enchanting world of sleigh beds, helping you make an informed decision without drowning in a sea of options.

Introduction

Welcome to the world of comfort and style! Sleigh beds have been gracing bedrooms for centuries, offering a touch of sophistication that stands the test of time. But before you dive into the sleigh bed saga, let's explore the nuances to ensure you pick the perfect one for your haven.

What is a Sleigh Bed?

A Bed Fit for Royalty

A sleigh bed is not just a piece of furniture; it's a statement. With a distinctive scrolled headboard and footboard, it resembles a sleigh, adding a touch of regality to your bedroom.

Styles and Designs

Classic vs. Contemporary: Decoding the Styles

Are you leaning towards the classic charm of a Victorian sleigh bed or the sleek lines of a modern design? Understanding the variety of styles will guide you to the perfect fit for your aesthetic preferences.

Choosing the Right Size

Fit for Dreams: Size Matters

Before you get lost in the allure of designs, ensure your sleigh bed fits your space. Explore the dimensions to find the right size that balances your room and enhances its visual appeal.

Materials Matter

Wood, Metal, or Both? Unveiling the Options

The material of your sleigh bed plays a pivotal role in its durability and aesthetics. Dive into the world of wood and metal to discover which one suits your taste and lifestyle.

To Upholster or Not?

Luxury or Simplicity: Upholstery Dilemmas

Choosing between an upholstered or non-upholstered sleigh bed is like deciding between luxury and simplicity. Find out the pros and cons to make an informed decision that aligns with your comfort needs.

Matching Your Décor

Sleigh Bed as the Centerpiece

Your bed should seamlessly blend with your bedroom décor. Learn how to match your sleigh bed with existing furniture and color schemes for a cohesive and visually appealing space.

Durability Factors

Built to Last: What to Look For

Investing in a sleigh bed is a commitment. Uncover the factors that contribute to its durability, ensuring your investment withstands the test of time.

Budget Considerations

Affordable Elegance: Setting Your Budget

Elegance doesn't have to break the bank. Discover how to set a reasonable budget without compromising on the quality and allure of your sleigh bed.

Where to Buy

Navigating the Marketplace

Ready to make the purchase? Explore the various avenues, from furniture stores to online platforms, and make an informed decision about where to buy your dream sleigh bed.

Assembly Tips

Putting It All Together

Assembling furniture can be daunting, but fear not! Get practical tips on assembling your sleigh bed without breaking a sweat.

Maintenance Guide

Preserving the Beauty: Care Tips

To ensure your sleigh bed stays as beautiful as the day you bought it, follow our maintenance guide for simple yet effective care routines.

Customer Reviews

Real Voices, Real Experiences

Before sealing the deal, peek into the experiences of other sleigh bed owners. Customer reviews provide valuable insights into the real-world durability and comfort of your potential purchase.

Conclusion

Congratulations! You've embarked on a journey to find the perfect sleigh bed. Whether it's the classic appeal, the modern aesthetics, or the comfort it promises, your choice reflects your unique style. Sweet dreams await in your new haven of elegance.

FAQs

Are sleigh beds only for traditional bedrooms? Sleigh beds come in various styles, making them suitable for both traditional and modern bedrooms. The key is to choose a design that complements your overall aesthetic.

Can I use any mattress with a sleigh bed? Yes, most sleigh beds accommodate standard mattress sizes. However, it's essential to check the bed dimensions to ensure a perfect fit.

Do upholstered sleigh beds require more maintenance? Upholstered beds may need slightly more care, but regular vacuuming and spot cleaning can keep them in pristine condition.

Are sleigh beds difficult to assemble? Assembly difficulty varies, but most come with clear instructions. Enlisting a helping hand can make the process smoother.

Can I change the color of a wooden sleigh bed? Yes, wooden sleigh beds can be painted or stained to match your desired color scheme. Ensure proper preparation and use suitable finishes for a lasting result.

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Discover the Elegance: The Single Sleigh Bed - Timeless Style and Comfort

In the realm of bedroom furniture, the single sleigh bed stands as a true icon of elegance and sophistication. This timeless piece of furniture not only offers unparalleled comfort but also exudes a unique charm that can transform your bedroom into a haven of luxury. At Dbz Beds, we take pride in presenting the epitome of style and comfort with our exquisite range of single sleigh beds.

The Allure of the Single Sleigh Bed

The single sleigh bed, with its distinctive curved headboard and footboard, evokes a sense of grandeur and opulence. Its design is reminiscent of a sleigh, hence the name, and carries a sense of old-world charm that never goes out of style. Crafted with precision and attention to detail, our single sleigh beds are more than just furniture; they are a statement of your refined taste and appreciation for timeless design.

Unparalleled Comfort and Durability

When it comes to selecting a bed, comfort and durability are paramount. Our single sleigh beds are engineered to provide a comfortable and restful sleep every night. The sturdy construction ensures longevity, making it a worthy investment for years to come. Rest assured, our beds are built to withstand the test of time, both in terms of style and durability.

Craftsmanship at its Finest

At Dbz Beds, we understand the importance of superior craftsmanship in creating a piece of furniture that not only looks exquisite but also functions seamlessly. Our skilled artisans meticulously craft each single sleigh bed, paying careful attention to every detail, from the graceful curves to the choice of premium materials. The result is a masterpiece that speaks of our commitment to quality and elegance.

Versatile Design to Suit Your Style

The beauty of a single sleigh bed lies in its versatility. Whether your bedroom exudes a traditional, contemporary, or eclectic style, a single sleigh bed can seamlessly fit into any decor. Available in a range of finishes and materials, you have the freedom to choose a bed that complements your style and elevates the aesthetic of your bedroom.

Elevate Your Bedroom Aesthetic

Adding a single sleigh bed to your bedroom can instantly elevate its aesthetic. Imagine walking into a room where the focal point is a beautifully designed single sleigh bed, inviting you to rest and rejuvenate. The elegance and charm it brings can transform your bedroom into a luxurious retreat, making every night's sleep a lavish experience.

Final Thoughts

The single sleigh bed is more than just a piece of furniture; it's a symbol of timeless style and comfort. At Dbz Beds, we take pride in offering a wide selection of meticulously crafted single sleigh beds that embody elegance and luxury. With a perfect blend of comfort, durability, and exquisite design, our single sleigh beds are bound to enhance the ambiance of your bedroom.

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Transitional Kids - Kids Room Example of a large transitional girl medium tone wood floor kids' room design with beige walls

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Choosing the Perfect Sleigh Bed: A Buyer's Guide

A sleigh bed is further than just a piece of cabinetwork it's a statement of fineness and timeless charm that can transfigure your bedroom into a luxurious retreat. A sleigh bed adds a touch of complication to any space with its distinctive twisted headboard and footboard. Still, choosing the perfect sleigh bed requires careful consideration of colorful factors to ensure that it not only complements your bedroom scenery but also provides optimal comfort and continuity. In this comprehensive buyer's companion, we'll walk you through the essential elements to consider when opting for the perfect sleigh bed for your home. Read More

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Bedroom Guest DC Metro An illustration of a sizable transitional guest bedroom with a dark wood floor and a brown floor, gray walls, and no fireplace

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Master Bedroom Phoenix Example of a large master bedroom in the mountain style with a medium-toned wood floor and a brown floor, beige walls, and no fireplace.

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Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!

wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

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— SWEET FESTIVE LOVE

summary — so much has been taken from your girlfriends, so bringing a taste of the holidays into your shared apartment gives back some of the magic they lost out on for so long

warning(s) — just a sweet morning with your girlfriends, the faintest most nondescript mention of wanda/natasha’s childhoods

It was easier said than done; escaping from bed without waking the two Avengers you slept between, but eventually by some kind of miracle, you managed to untangle yourself from their warm bodies and the heavy blankets you had been practically cocooned beneath without too much trouble, and once your bare feet hit the cold hardwood, chills immediately spreading up your bones at the fluctuation of temperature, you were free to escape into the living room where Halloween decorations taunted you on every surface.

The first thing you did was switch the overhead lights on and start a pot of coffee in the kitchen — more for Natasha than yourself. You wouldn’t have much time before they noticed you were missing from bed and came to find you with worried and panicked frowns on their sleepy faces, but coffee was as good of a peace offering as any for your scarlet headed girlfriend. Wanda would just laugh when she eventually found you, she was always the last to jump to conclusions when it came to your spontaneous disappearances.

With coffee brewing and dawn approaching, the fresh-feeling yelled-toned sunlight that peaked through the windows created a gentle golden hue within the eerily quiet apartment, you set off on your original mission, the entire reason you wrangled yourself out of bed so early; setting up for Christmas.

You’d sat with the idea for weeks before you brought it up to your girlfriends, knowing Wanda came from a Jewish family, and Natasha had been cheated of a childhood entirely, you didn’t want to overstep on your first holiday season together, still in the stage of navigating new traditions and celebrations, but the witch had assured you that she didn’t mind the decorations and traditional festive traditions you wanted to bring into the apartment. She was secure in her upbringing (the little she got to have before everything was ripped away at the very least), and she enjoyed the cheesiness of a jolly sleigh riding home intruder and gingerbread men. Natasha had been otherwise indifferent when the conversation turned to her, not the most forthcoming when it came to reliving the Ohio mission, but you caught the slight curl to her pink lips when you started rambling about your family's traditions. After that, you’d slowly started to accumulate different decorations that you thought encapsulated theirs and your personalities perfectly. You shied away from the brighter reds and greens that overpopulated stores, sticking with cooler tones and golds that were more their laidback energy.

You started the process by dismantling all of the fall decorations you’d placed out in September, piling them all on the couch to be put away later on when you had more of an idea as to where all the Christmas decor would be going. You replaced styrofoam pumpkins and scarecrows with porcelain pine trees and snowmen, sprinkling fake snow and vines of artificial holly across the mantle where you’d be handing the matching stockings you had custom made.

You cleared the windowsill in the center of the front wall, stacking the picture frames on the arm of the couch before you went back to decorating, spreading a navy blue table runner across the white trim to add contrast to the primarily red and green decorations. You’d gotten a lot accomplished by time you heard panicked feet shuffling down the stairs, fumbling over the placement of palm sized glass dreidels when Natasha’s presence became known.

“There you are!” She gasped, tugging her fingers through her slept on red curls, keeping them out of her face as the panic turned into annoyance. “Halloween was yesterday, Y/N.” She emphasized her displeasure with a grumpy huff, staring straight at your collection of nesting dolls that were sitting where her beloved jack-o-lantern resided just last night.

“Oh don’t be such a scrooge.” Wanda called from the top of the stairs, amusement clear in her tone as she figured what you were up to, clearly not as worried as Natasha had been. She came down the stairs with less of a rush, busy tying her hair up into a ponytail before she paused at the bottom of the steps when her eyes drifted over to where you were standing. “Dove.” Her tone drips with fondness and appreciation as she takes note of the silver menorah in the center of the windowsill, the blossoming sunlight reflecting off of the glass dreidels that were scattered around as well, casting small shadows of rainbow light against the opposite wall.

“I know you don’t really celebrate Chanukah, but I wanted you to feel represented too. I hope I got it right.” You fiddle with your fingers nervously, “I looked up so many menorahs. I made sure the shamash.. is that what it’s called?…I made sure the shamash was a different height, and that the eight branches were level. So many I looked at weren’t.”

Wanda’s gaze was practically bleeding with adoration as she crossed the living room to hold your face tenderly in her hands, “Thank you.” She kissed your lips earnestly, brushing her fingers over your cheeks delicately before she flickered her gaze to the little details you paid close attention to. She spotted a gold Star of David sitting next to a suction cup hook, not yet hung up wherever you intended to place it, but her heart swelled at the intentions.

“You’re welcome.” You giggled shyly, leaning in to kiss her sweetly as she embraced you in a true and tight embrace. “Now! Since you both decided to wake up, the tree needs to be set up, and I wasn’t tall enough to hang that sign or the mistletoe!” You called out smugly, staring directly at Natasha who just groaned defeatedly, but you knew she didn’t mind, she was just too proud to admit how nice it was to see the apartment so lively and normal. This was all she’d ever wanted her life to amount to.

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Exploring the Distinction: Sleigh Bed vs. Panel Bed

When it comes to selecting the perfect bed for your bedroom, one of the key decisions you'll need to make is the style of bed frame. Among the various options available, sleigh beds and panel beds are two popular choices that offer distinct aesthetics and functionalities. In this article, we will delve into the fundamental differences between a sleigh bed and a panel bed, aiding you in making an informed choice for your sleeping sanctuary.

Understanding Sleigh Beds

Sleigh beds, as the name suggests, mimic the shape of a traditional sleigh. They typically feature a distinctive curved or scrolled headboard and footboard, resembling the runners of a sleigh. This design imparts a sense of opulence and elegance to the bed. Sleigh beds often have a sturdy frame, giving a substantial and grand appearance to the entire piece of furniture.

Key Characteristics of Sleigh Beds

Curved Design: The defining characteristic of a sleigh bed is its gently curved headboard and footboard, which can vary in the degree of curvature based on the specific design.

Materials and Finishes: Sleigh beds are crafted from various materials, including wood, metal, or upholstery. These beds often boast rich finishes, enhancing their visual appeal.

Classic Aesthetics: Sleigh beds exude a classic and timeless aesthetic that complements both traditional and modern bedroom decor styles.

Exploring Panel Beds

On the other hand, panel beds, also known as platform beds, offer a more contemporary and streamlined look. These beds have a simple design characterized by a solid, flat headboard and footboard. Panel beds are known for their clean lines and minimalistic approach, making them a popular choice for modern bedroom settings.

Key Characteristics of Panel Beds

Flat Panels: The headboard and footboard of a panel bed consist of flat panels, providing a sleek and straightforward appearance.

Variety of Materials: Panel beds are versatile in terms of materials, ranging from wood and metal to upholstered options. This allows for customization to suit different tastes and preferences.

Modern Aesthetic: Panel beds embody a modern and minimalist aesthetic, fitting well with contemporary interior designs.

Choosing Between Sleigh and Panel Beds

The decision between a sleigh bed and a panel bed ultimately depends on your personal preferences, style, and the overall theme of your bedroom. Here are some factors to consider when making this choice:

Aesthetic Appeal

If you appreciate a more traditional and ornate look, a sleigh bed might be the right fit for you. The curved design and intricate detailing often associated with sleigh beds can lend a touch of luxury and sophistication to your bedroom.

On the other hand, if you prefer a clean, modern aesthetic, a panel bed would likely align better with your taste. The straight lines and unadorned appearance of panel beds create a contemporary and understated vibe in the bedroom.

Space Considerations

The design of the bed can significantly impact the perception of space within a room. Sleigh beds, with their larger, curved headboards and footboards, can make a room feel cozier and more enclosed. If you have a spacious bedroom, this can be an advantage.

In contrast, panel beds, with their flat and minimalist design, can create an illusion of more space and openness. This is particularly beneficial for smaller rooms, as it can make the space seem larger and less cluttered.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, both sleigh beds and panel beds offer distinct styles and advantages. The choice between the two ultimately boils down to your personal taste, the ambiance you wish to create in your bedroom, and the available space. Whether you lean towards the classic elegance of a sleigh bed or the modern simplicity of a panel bed, selecting the right bed can significantly enhance the overall look and feel of your bedroom.

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Okay so I absolutely ADORE 'The Bucket List' and was wondering if you would consider writing a 'what happens next' with Grace and Charles? Those two NEEEEEEEEED a happily ever after!

Pwetty pwease?

Five Years Later || CL16

A/N: I never planned for Grace and Charles to be together, but they are each other’s support. Warnings: labour and delivery WC: 1.9k

The Bucket List || Death Scene || Two Years Later || Bucket Moments

“Maman, it’s time,” Charles rushed, a little breathless over the phone.

Pascale almost dropped the phone as she clambered out of bed and knocked on Arthur’s door. He had stayed the night to help entertain Angel who was asleep in Charles’ childhood room and he startled awake at the intrusion. “Get the car, it’s time.”

“It’s time?” Arthur echoed excitedly before rushing to get his car keys and wake up Angel. She didn’t seem too impressed to be woken up before dawn but she soon bounced excitedly when Arthur told her it was time to go.

“How is Grace doing?” Pascale asked Charles as she got herself ready to leave.

Charles looked at Grace who was pacing around his living room, one hand pressed against her lower back, her face pinched in pain, while the other hand cradled the swell of her belly.

“She’s doing amazing, but she’s eager for some pain relief.”

Many people thought the relationship between Charles and Grace was strange. They weren’t together, yet they were never far apart. They were like two broken branches grafted back into the same scarred tree. The parts that were missing could never be replaced, but they realised that their company was better together than being alone.

That was why she was the only one he could trust to be the surrogate mother.

Between all the medical procedures, Charles hadn’t really remembered that you froze your eggs to save them from being damaged by the chemo. The plan had been to use them when you were better, but when that didn’t happen Charles thought they would go unused. It was only a letter that arrived on the fifth anniversary of the procedure that reminded him, with an update of the egg's health status. It had taken a few more months before he plucked up the courage to talk to your parents about it and then ask Grace instead of a stranger.

“We’ll see you at the maternity ward,” Charles said with a wince as another contraction drew a pained groan from his friend. The retired world champion had known exhaustion, but after a night of supporting Grace to labour in his apartment he had a new appreciation for what it really meant.

Everything had been planned and prepared for this day so Charles was ready to bring home his little boy. His room had been painted a pale pastel blue and was decorated with picture frames so he would always recognise your face as his mother watching over him. A white sleigh cot was set up against one wall with the best baby monitor money could buy. Opposite it sat a set of drawers that held more baby clothes than he could ever need and beside it was a fully stocked changing table with newborn nappies stacked high.

Charles grabbed the hospital bag from the table and slung it over his shoulder before going to Grace. He grabbed her phone and drink bottle from the coffee table and turned off the calming piano music she had been listening to before helping her swollen feet into her slippers. “Ready?” he asked softly as he offered his elbow to keep her steady.

“Mhmm,” was all she could muster.

Though he had healed a lot in the years that had passed, more so once meeting Angel and Grace, there was still a pain in his joy when he thought that it should have been you carrying his child. Charles liked to think that he still felt you there with him through all of it, the milestones and scans, and that it wasn’t all in his head.

There was a bowl of cool water that Charles had been using to wash the sweat from Grace’s forehead but he didn’t bother to tidy it up before he left, same with the half empty plate of snacks she had tried to eat between contractions. His sole focus was on getting Grace to the hospital as quickly and comfortably as possible.

Charles knew you would have been proud of the effort he went to in learning everything about pregnancy and newborns. It felt like he had bought every book and watched every youtube video, as well as attending the local Antenatal Class. He admitted it was hard to attend the class when everywhere he looked were happy couples excited for their first child. Grace had smiled and squeezed his hand, as always, knowing exactly how he was feeling.

“Chosen his name yet?” Grace asked as she eased into the front seat slowly, straining to fit the belt around her large belly.

“I’ll know when I look at him,” he said with a shake of his head. He had a dozen names that he liked but he wanted something that suited him so he would wait a few hours more before deciding. “It has to feel right, you know?”

Grace gripped the door handle and the edge of the seat as another contraction began. Her eyes watered and her deep breaths shuddered for a minute until it passed and she sighed with relief. “Angel was meant to be Frangelica, but when she was born it just didn’t match.”

Charles laughed as he tried to picture Angelique with any other name. No, Angel suited her just right because she had saved him the day they met.

The streets were quiet as he took the turns slow and smooth, winding his way through the city that was barely beginning to wake as dawn approached. Thankfully the hospital was already expecting him and they had a wheelchair ready as he pulled up.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Charles promised before parking the car and rushing up to the maternity ward. He skidded to a stop outside the only door with voices and Grace lay on the bed in a gown.

“I’m sorry, you’re too far along for pain relief,” the midwife said as she draped the sheet back down. “Baby is already starting to crown. You have done so well, mama.”

“Oh, I’m not the mother,” she said as Charles stepped into the room, casually clearing the situation up with a smile. “I’m a surrogate for Charles.”

There had been a comment made by the media early on in the pregnancy when news broke, that Grace would try to be the mother once the baby was born. It would have been a lie to say Charles didn’t think about that possibility, but Grace had her child with the love of her life, Gabriel, and had long decided she would never have a child with another man - she felt it would be a betrayal to their memory. This child was yours and Charles, and your memory would live on through her.

“That’s beautiful,” the midwife said with a reassuring smile as she turned her attention to Charles. “There’s a spare gown in the bathroom, you can change into that if you want to have skin to skin bonding once baby is born.”

Charles had read that skin to skin contact helped newborns bond with their parents and he grinned as he stepped into the bathroom. He had never changed so fast as he heard Grace’s pained cry but the midwife was calm and talking gently as she morphed the bed to a seated position.

“You are doing so well, Grace. You might feel the urge to push with the next contractions, just do what feels natural, okay, hun,” the midwife, Ann, as her name tag read, encouraged. “I’m just going to hit the call button but there is nothing to worry about, it’s just to have an extra set of hands because it looks like the little one is making a quick arrival.”

Charles wasn’t even aware that Grace’s gown had fallen away until he saw her stomach tighten around the undeniable shape of a small body and she clenched her teeth together, dipping her chin down with a guttural cry. He had to remember to breathe as the midwife encouraged Grace to push, then rest.

“Okay, this is the one, we need one last big push,” Ann guided. “I know you’re tired but you can do this.”

Grace’s hand nearly broke Charles’ as she squeezed with the push and then the little boy was there. An exhilarated gasp escaped Charles as he saw his son lifted upright, his face purple before he took his first gulping of air and rattled out a cry after filling his lungs. Colour quickly returned to his cheeks and another midwife wrapped him in a warm towel.

“My boy,” Charles laughed as tears rolled freely down his cheeks and he looked at Grace. “Thank you.”

“I would say anytime, but-” she choked out a laugh and settled back into the pillows before another contraction began.

“What’s that?” Charles asked. He had a pair of scissors in his hand that another midwife had given him to cut the cord, but suddenly he panicked thinking there was a twin.

“Just the placenta being birthed,” Ann assured him, a smile teasing her lips like she was often asked the question with the same worried tone by fathers. “You can cut now, just here.”

Charles’ steadied his hand and found he underestimated how tough the cord would be, before gripping the scissors tighter and snipping through. “Can I…hold him?”

There was a bustle of activity as the mother midwife and a nurse made Grace comfortable, but Charles was fully focused on the tiny bundle that Ann carried towards him. “Take a seat, papa.”

Charles grinned at the new title and took a seat, opening the gown over his chest so she could place his son onto the warmth his body offered. Already, there were tufts of dark hair on his head and Charles brushed his fingers over it feeling how soft they were. His son blinked at the touch, squirming against the lights before settling against Charles’ chest and looking up.

Your eyes. Those were your eyes, set above Charles’ nose. Those were Charles’ dimples appearing on his cheeks beside your lips. A brilliant balance of his and your features wrapped up in a baby born to be loved. His lips parted silently, as if he were experiencing the same sense of awe that Charles did. It was the same look he had seen on your face as you watched the dawn rise and the light chase away the dark when you couldn’t sleep.

“Lucas,” he murmured as he delicately stroked his cheek and stared in amazement at the wonder he held. Lucas, it had been one name he liked because it meant bringer of light. It felt as if the flaking chips from his rusty heart were falling away with each second he held his son, and beneath the damage and decay it shined anew.

“It’s perfect,” Grace agreed with a tired smile.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Enjoy this moment, Charles.” She seemed wistful for a second. “Before you know it they are walking, then running, and there’s no catching them then. Promise me you’ll enjoy this moment.”

Of all the people, he didn’t need reminding of how cruel time could be. But he had learned how to cherish the time he had, it was the last and the hardest lesson you had taught him.

“I promise.” His promise was to Grace, his promise was to Lucas, and his promise was to you. He wouldn’t waste a second of his life, not now that he had the most precious gift to live for.