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[kate-the1975]

Bump in the Night… Pt.2 (promptober) // George Daniel x Reader

A/N: A lovely reader in the comments of the 1st part said I should a write a Pt.2 with lil Baba Daniel so obviously I couldn’t help myself!!! X

W/C: 1,528 words

C/W: One use of the word fuck ✌️xoxo

The sun was beginning to set as George adjusted the rear-view mirror, glancing back at the tiny car seat securely fastened in the back. Inside it, your newborn son, Theo, was blissfully asleep, oblivious to the world outside. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived; you two were bringing your baby boy home.

"Can you believe there's three of us now." You spoke softly, a warm smile spreading across your face.

George chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. "It feels surreal. Like, just look at him! He's perfect!" He replied, stealing another glance at Theo.

You couldn't help but giggle, your nerves slowly dissipating. "Perfect chaos awaits us, I think."

George smiled at you, leaning across to press a sweet kiss to your lips before starting up the car, finally setting of to the comfort of your home that you'd been missing for what seemed like a very long and draining two days.

As George pulled up to your shared home, the familiar sight brought on a strong sense of comfort to the both of you. George quickly hopped out of the car, opening the door for you and opening the door to carefully lift Theo from his car seat straight after, holding him close to his chest as gently as he could.

As the two of you walked inside, the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. A beautiful bouquet of Rose's that Matty and Gabbriette had left in your house yesterday evening with the spare key George had trusted them with when you went into Labour.

Your bedroom had been transformed into a cosy nursery. A changing table your mother had bought in the corner of the room and a soft bedside cot adorned with a comfortable blanket George's mother had crocheted attached to your side of the bed.

George placed Theo gently in his cot, marvelling at how small and fragile he looked. "This is it. Our little family." He said, voice thick with emotion.

"Yeah" You breathed, eyes misting over as you took in the scene in front of you, walking over to George, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. "Home at last."

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As evening fell, the two of you settled into a new routine. The soft hum of the baby monitor accompanied the sounds of your voices as you and George cooed over Theo, changing his nappy and feeding him. The calm wrapped around the two of you nicely, but it was short-lived.

Within an hour of Theo being put to bed, he began to stir. The noise of his little movements being picked up by the baby monitor that sat beside you and George in the living room.

The soft gurgles quickly turned into whimpers, and soon, full-fledged cries echoed through the house. The peaceful atmosphere quickly melting away with worry and the need to coddle your baby.

"Shit. Is that our baby?" George spoke, wide-eyed.

"No, it's the fucking neighbours baby. Obviously it's our baby George!" You whispered with a sudden temper, nearly as an act to hide the nerves creeping into your voice.

The two of you jumped up to your feet, making a b-line up the stairs and into your bedroom as Theo's wails grew louder. And quickly, the reality of parenthood started to set in.

"Hey, buddy, I've got you." George spoke, rushing over to the crib. He carefully lifted Theo, holding him close to his chest. "Hey little guy, it's just us. Just me and Mummy."

But Theo wasn't calming down. Instead, he squirmed and cried harder, his tiny fists clenched.

You instantly put your hands out for George to pass Theo to you, which of course he did immediately. You rubbed his back gently, whispering soft shushes to try and lull him back to sleep. "Maybe he's hungry? Or needs a change?"

"I'll go make a bottle, you stay here." George replied, his voice steady, but the eagerness in his eyes betrayed a hint of anxiety.

"Okay, love. I'll check his nappy." You ushered out, moving quickly over to the changing table, trying to manage your own panic while exuding confidence.

The two of you had read all the books, watched all the educational parenting videos, went to (two) prenatal classes, but now being faced with reality, it felt overwhelming.

As George prepared the bottle in the kitchen, you gently changed Theo's nappy, the tiny movements making your heart ache with love. With a clean nappy on, Theo eventually calmed down but only slightly, now letting out soft whimpers instead of full cries.

George eventually returned after what felt like a lifetime, a bottle in hand, and the two of you took turns feeding him whenever he'd get fussy being held by the same person. George held Theo close against his chest once he was fed and burped, sweetly singing to him with his softest voice. "You're okay, mate. Me and Mummy have got you. I promise." He whispered to your baby boy once the song was over. Your heart aching with so much love it was practically painful.

"I think he likes your singing." You teased, a smile breaking through the exhaustion.

"Or maybe he hates it." George deadpanned, eyes twinkling. "Just trying to keep my dad points up."

The smile you gave George was so wide it made your cheeks ache. You couldn't wrap your mind around the reality of George being a father, and a father to your son that you two have had together at that.

"He's so tiny." You whispered, tracing a fingertip over Theo's tiny hand that was wrapped around George's large thumb.

The two of you took turns holding him, savouring every little sound and sigh that slipped from his tiny lips, and somehow, managed to eventually get him back to sleep.

If you had to pinpoint how, it'd probably be your gentle humming and George's fingertip gently tracing the bridge of Theo's nose. Something your own father used to do to you as a baby.

As the two of you settled into bed once the house was somewhat clean and locked up, Theo still peacefully asleep in the crib beside you, you turned your body to face George, fatigue evident in your voice. "I didn't expect it to be this hard. Especially not on the first night. I thought I'd be so prepared because this is all I've ever wanted and all I've been reading about for nine months."

George sighed, leaning back against the headboard, his fingers running through your hair while you cuddled into his side. Something you haven't been able to do in months due to your large baby bump. "Me neither. But we'll figure it out. Together. And don't be so hard on yourself, my love. Not matter how many books you read or parenting podcasts you listened to, it doesn't change that this is our first time doing this whole parenting thing."

George's gaze met yours, the bond between the two of you strengthened by the newly shared experience. "You're already such an amazing dad, George." You spoke softly with your whole heart, placing a kiss on his bicep as your face rested against his shoulder.

"You're already the most amazing and most beautiful mum." George replied, brushing a thumb across the back of your hand that rested on his stomach. "I've got your back always, darling. When he cries, we both cry, right?"

The two of you shared a quiet laugh, the tension from earlier easing in your hearts.

As the hours creeped on, Theo woke again, his cries echoing in the quiet night.

George sighed, dramatically, but there was no hiding the smile on his face. "Alright, round two!"

You chuckled tiredly, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you moved as quickly as you could to help. "You've got this, rockstar."

Through the long night of feeding, changing, and soothing your son back to sleep, you both eventually found a rhythm, even amidst the chaos.

Moments of humour punctuated the anxiety as George fumbled with nappies while trying to sing lullabies, or when you would try to laugh quietly, half asleep, as Theo hiccupped after a feeding.

At dawn, when the first slivers of sunlight began creeping through the curtains, George found himself holding a peacefully sleeping Theo, nestled against him. You couldn't help but stare at the both of them, heart swelling at the sight.

"Look at you two." you whispered, voice thick with so much emotion it nearly choked you. "You're both so beautiful."

George turned to you, his expression filled with love and gratitude. "I couldn't do any of this without my beautiful wife, you know. And I wouldn't want to either."

The two of you exchanged a tender kiss, the chaos of the night now behind you, replaced with the quiet joy of parenthood.

As the sun rose higher, illuminating your little family, you felt hopeful.

It was no longer just you and George. You were now a team, navigating the unpredictable path of parenthood together. And in this journey, you both knew that you guys would face everything as one.

Just the way it was always meant to be.

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PROMPTMAS DAY 4- NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS- George Daniel

all prompts are not mine they have come from abiiors christmas 75 prompt list!! their original post can be found here

also hope you enjoy the dad!george post, there's not enough of dad!george out in the world!!! MNDI- 18+ Post

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It was christmas eve night and George and I were having dinner after we had put our 3 year old daughter Evie to bed. "It's nice to have dinner just us two isn't it? We haven't done this in ages." George says standing over the stove in just his jeans. "I know. As much as I love our munchkin, I do just miss when it was the two of us" I say walking up behind him with a glass of wine in my hand and moving my hands around his waist, and resting my face against his bare skin, not quite reaching up to his shoulders.

"Have you managed to wrap up the rest of Eve's presents?" I ask sat at our little three seated table opposite George "It's on my list to do tonight. Along with you" "George, you can't say stuff like that when we're having dinner." "Why not? I'm just saying my thoughts out loud" "Because, you can't make me flustered. I won't eat the rest of my dinner otherwise!" I say. "Oh gorgeous, when I'm done with you, you'll be hungry again." "George!" "sorry, sorry. I'll stop" "Good. When I'm finished with this you can dirty talk all you like" I say pointing my fork at my spaghetti carbornara.

A few minutes later, I pick up my bowl and fork, then go round to where George was sat, and pick up his too "HEY! I wasn't done with that!" He says, i go and put both our bowls and cutlery down by the sink. "Come on." I say going over to where George was sat and pulling his hand up nodding my head towards the bedroom. "Where are we going?" he asks "somewhere to finish what you started off, I can't deal with the constant eye fucking and footsies under the table." I say slowly going up the stairs with George's hand still in mine which soon changes after what I just said with him picking me up over his shoulder which I soon squealed too and muffled it after I realised Our daughter was still in the house.

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we managed to make it to the bedroom in silence before George threw me down on the bed and started kissing me with neediness. tugging at my blouse "need this off darling" I broke the kiss to take it off quickly before our lips smashed together. He admired me and started kissing down my neck before reaching my tits taking off my bra with ease before he started kissing and massaging it"George it's been too long, if you keep doing that I'm not gonna last" "All in due course gorgeous. All in due course" He says lifting his head up from my tit before going back down again and moving to the other one for a while.

He then kisses from my tits down to the bottom of my stomach where my jeans were sat he then undoes them peeling them slowly off along with my underwear. he then starts to like a long stripe up towards my clit, moving his tongue towards my clit nudging it with his tongue he kisses down towards my hole pushing his tongue inside while his thumb moves over my clit rubbing circles on it "G! I'm about to-" "Not right now gorgeous I want to be inside you when you do" He says kissing back up my stomach to my mouth, once he gets to my mouth I rip his jeans and boxers off, his dick springs up to my stomach, he pushes his dick in while gripping my legs round his shoulders, "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll wish you had ate all that carbonara" "George" "yeah that's right darling say my name" he says fucking me harder this time until Evie cries out sounding upset "daddy!" "ugh!" I drop my head on the bed. "You better go see what she wants, don't want her being scarred to find us in this position." "Okay but this isn't over" he says while lifting my legs off his shoulder and sliding out, he quickly put his boxers and jeans back on before going down the hall to Evies room.

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"What's wrong princess?" I ask my three year old daughter bending down to her height where she sat on her bed streaming with tears. "I had a bad dream, there was a monster and he was under the bed, and then he ate me" she says tears streaming again chucking her arms around me, the thought clearly making her cry because she thought it was true. "Can I tell you something princess?" "yes daddy" she says. "There are no monsters. Do you know why?" "No, because mummy and daddy, are both here to scare them away." "Really?" she asks pulling her head away from my shoulders "Really Evie" I say back "Can you just check anyway, Just incase you need to scare them away with mummy" she pulls her head back to my shoulder "Of course I can darling" I say going to check before Evie shouts "No! You need to check with mummy!" "Oh okay darling I will, but it's getting late and all the other boys and girls in the street are asleep so can you be a bit quieter darling" "Yes daddy I can" "That's my princess. I'm just going to get mummy now" I say leaving her room and going down the hall to where y/n was poking my head around the door Y/n lifts her head up "Are you coming back to bed George or am I doing this myself?" she asks "It's looking like a night of Evie in our bed." she groans and puts her head back on the pillow. "You need to come look for monsters she insists." "Okay, I'm coming" she says grabbing her panties and pyjamas putting them on and walking over to Evie's room

"What's up gorgeous" she asks our daughter picking her up "there was a monster in my dream and it ate me, so you and daddy need to look for monsters because daddy says you scare them away together" "That's right we do, do you want to check with us?" she throws her head down on Y/n's shoulder "No, that's scary" "Okay darling. I'll put you down again so I can look okay" she says and moves towards where I was stood, and we start opening cupboard doors looking under things and each time saying "There's none in there!" before going back to Evie and I say "There's no monsters at all so you can stay in here now. You're completely safe" "What if one comes in the night? Can I just stay in your bed just to make sure that I don't get eaten?" I look at where Y/n was standing "Yes of course you can darling, it's Christmas after all" she says before I pick her up and carry her to our bed.

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[amirasainz]

Sunshine behinde the camera

At just 18 years old, Isabela Ferreira, affectionately known as “Sunshine” by the McLaren Formula 1 Racing team, lands her dream job as their new team photographer. Hailing from Brazil, Isabela’s vibrant spirit and keen eye for capturing the thrill of the race quickly make her a beloved figure among the drivers, fans, and crew. But behind her bright smile and stunning photographs lies a challenging home life, as she navigates the emotional aftermath of her parents’ divorce.

As Sunshine immerses herself in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, she finds unexpected support from the drivers both on and off the grid. They become her mentors, friends, and protectors, helping her through the toughest moments. With their encouragement, Sunshine learns to balance her passion for photography with the complexities of her personal life, discovering strength she never knew she had.

started: 10.08.24

last updated: 04.10.24

2024 season

The beginning

Testing

Bahrain/Sachir

Saudi-Arabia/ Dschidda

Australia/ Melbourne

Japan/ Suzuka

China/ Shanghai

USA/Miami

Italy/ Imola

Monaco/ Monte-Carlo

Canada/ Montreal

Spain/ Barcelona

Austria/ Spielberg

Great Brittan/ Silverstone

Hungary/ Hungaroring

Belgum/ Spa-Francorchamps

Summerbreak

Netherlands/ Zandvoort

Italy/ Monza

Azerbaidshan/ Baku

Singapur/ Singapur

USA/ Austin

Mexico/ Mexico

Brasil/ Sao Paulo

USA/ Las Vegas

Qatar/ Losail

Abu Dhabi/ Yas Marina

Winterbreak

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haunted house (dad!george x reader fluff)

more promptober! just a fun fic about you and the kids making plans for when george gets home. enjoy! <3

the bell for the end of the day rings just as you make it through the school gates, wet autumn leaves on the ground and the wriggly three-year-old in your arms doing nothing but hindering an already-running-late you. panting slightly, you carefully set cara down and try to catch your breath, ruffling her hair as she clings to your leg.

you're not really sure why you rushed, to be honest; connor's the most laid-back five-year-old you've ever heard of, with a habit of swanning out of school a few minutes after most of his classmates have bolted out of the playground, and you know you would have been there waiting for him in plenty of time had you walked from the car instead of running. still, you don't want to chance it, you'd rather wait for your son than have it be the other way around.

and you do wait - seven minutes (and three games of hopscotch with your daughter) after the school day ends, connor finally deigns to leave the building, chatting away to dylan as they wander over to you. at the sight of her brother and for-all-intents-and-purposes cousin, cara speeds over to them to say hello; when the three of them walk closer to you, you can see the smug little grin on her face at getting to hang out with the “big kids”, even though there's barely two years between her and them.

you grin back at them, amused at the (classic daniel/healy) height difference between the two five-year-olds. “hi, munchkins. y'alright? took you a while to leave school today.”

“dyl couldn't find her water bottle, mum,” connor throws himself into a cuddle, which you reciprocate eagerly. “but i helped her.”

your goddaughter corroborates this, giving you a hug of her own in greeting. “yeah cos we have the same one and no-one else has it because they're from our dads’ work. but mine has an sticker that's pink,” she almost whacks you with said water bottle in her haste to show you the barbie sticker half-stuck over the 75 logo. “it was at the sink and not my seat.”

“oh, well, that's good you got it,” you pat her head. “did your dad tell you this morning that it would be me picking you up because mummy's not feeling well?”

“yeah. he said baby's making her tummy sore, so i'm going home in the car with you.”

“that's right,” you take cara's hand, heading out towards the almost-empty car park. “let's go to the car now, babies.”

“mum!” connor looks aghast. “we're not babies. i'm five.”

“i'm nearly six,” dylan says proudly. “when baby gets here i'll be six. and lena will be four. and you too, cara.”

your youngest looks at you, brow furrowed; you have to stop yourself giggling at how much she looks like george. “i'll be four?”

“yes, angel. you and lena won't be the tiny babies any more, will you? we'll all have an actual baby to look after.”

cara hums, too preoccupied to be excited about the thought of a new friend. “will i get a party when i'm four?”

“oh, i think so,” you unlock the car, scooping her up with a kiss to her cheek before settling her into her carseat. “you know what dad and matty are like. any excuse to celebrate! right, dyl, you get in there, darling, watch your step,” fastening her seatbelt, you shout across the girls to your son. “you alright, con?”

“mhmm!”

you check anyway - he's fine - before getting in yourself. “alright, munchkins, home time.”

what should only be a ten-minute drive to the healy house actually ends up being twenty-five because of traffic, but it's pleasant enough - the kids are good as gold, patiently playing i spy, softly giggling the whole time and warming your heart. you knew all along that your babies would be best friends with your best friends’, but seeing dylan - tiny for her age, shockingly tentative from birth - yap and laugh along with your two like this is a heartwarming (and only slightly terrifying) indication that the kids will genuinely end up being as close (read: codependent) as their fathers are.

their fathers, who are still at the studio working diligently, you learn when your friend waddles (there's no other word for it) out to the car to get dylan despite you yelling “stay there! i'll bring her up!” repeatedly when you reach her house. she rolls her eyes as she tells you, absentmindedly rubbing her baby bump, an air of vague exhaustion hanging around her. “according to matthew, they're working on until half 6 tonight, so they can take the weekend off and do final tweaks on monday, and that's them done,” she scoffs. “can you believe that?”

“of course not. george has been promising to be home at half 4 for the past three weeks,” you snort. “and as for final tweaks…”

“oh, another month, at least.”

“literally. that baby girl of yours might arrive before they send that final mix off.”

“don't, i'm actually nervous about that,” she giggles, cradling her stomach before pulling you into a hug. “i'd better go before elena tries to cut her own hair again. d'you want to do dinner next friday, us and the kids - and the boys, if they ever unchain themselves from that mixing desk?”

“i'll bring starters and dessert,” you kiss her cheek. “take it easy, alright?”

“yeah. hope you get to see your husband this weekend, babe!”

“you too!”

you really, really hope you do; after an hour in tesco, you and the kids get home well after george's originally-planned home time, and your heart sinks when you unlock the door to the lights still off and no sign of him, other than the half-drunk coffee he left this morning and a couple of cigarette butts in the kitchen ashtray. moments like these are sometimes harder than when he's actually away touring, you think - it's less upsetting missing george when there are oceans between you than it is when you're ships in the night in the same house.

still, you've got the kids to keep you distracted from being melancholy; it's impossible to be anything other than overjoyed when your sweet babies insist on group cuddles on the sofa while you watch another episode of balamory, or when the two of them run to get their stepstools so they can watch you make fajitas for dinner with genuine interest (well, connor more than cara), or during dinner itself, when connor collapses into contagious giggles at the sight of his little sister’s face covered in guacamole. but they miss their dad, too, despite all the happiness, as admitted by cara while she's clinging onto you in piggyback while you do the dishes. “when's daddy home?”

you sigh, doing your best to keep the sadness out of it. “m'not sure yet, angel. he'll phone when he's leaving his work, though.”

“‘kay,” she digs her little chin into your shoulder, only slightly uncomfortably for you. “will he read me a story?”

“i bet he will,” you put away the last plate, wiping your hands before swinging her round to hold her in front of you; once her laughter subsides, you speak again. “daddy loves reading stories to you and connor.”

cara nods. “and he hasn't done it in ages.”

well, four days, but to a three-year-old… that probably feels like an eternity. the thought brings a lump to your throat. “he will, though, soon, munchkin. daddy will be home soon, and he'll read you a bedtime story,” biting back a sniffle, you spot a parenting advantage. “that is, if you brush your teeth extra well once you put your pyjamas on. yeah?”

“yeah!”

ironically, coincidentally, whatever you want to call it, the omw home text from george flashes up on your watch during cara's bathtime, the last step in what her dad likes to call “the ‘pre-bedtime routine’ routine”. she squeals when you tell her, kicking her little legs with such enthusiasm that half the bathwater ends up over you, and her brother rushes into the room in a panic. “what's going on? why is cara screaming? is she ok?”

wriggling even as you lift her into a cosy towel, cara answers. “yeah! daddy's coming to read us a story!”

“oh!” your son's face lights up. “really, mummy?”

“yes, darling, he just sent a message,” you confirm. “d'you want to go and choose a book while i get cara into her pyjamas? and then we can wait for him together?”

“mhmm” connor moves to leave, but turns back in the doorway to look at the two of you. there's a familiar smile on his face, and you're not sure whether to be worried about whatever sneaky thing he's about to suggest or pissed off that both of your kids look nothing like you. “or…”

you brace yourself. “or what, con?”

“we don't wait and we hide and then jump out and surprise him.”

the laugh escapes your lips before you even realise. fuck it. “alright. let's do it…”

the cheers you get in response are deafening.

“... but,” you raise your eyebrows pointedly. “only if you pick a book for your bedtime story now, connor,” matching his nods, you turn to your youngest in her towel cocoon. “and you brush your teeth properly, like we agreed earlier.”

cara nods so excitedly that the towel falls off her head. connor laughs, and you can't help chuckling either. “okay, babies - don't get stroppy, con, you're gonna be my babies forever, alright? anyway,” you ruffle his hair. “we'll hide in the wardrobe in your room. d'you want to wait there for me and cara, munchkin?”

“yeah!” he darts off, and seconds later you hear him rifling through the little bookshelf in his bedroom. “i picked a book!”

“good boy!” you call, before turning back to your still-beaming girl. “will you be good, madam?”

she nods sweetly. and she really is - there isn't a peep of a complaint at all. not while you're drying and dressing her, not during teeth-brushing, not even when you've got her sat on the bathroom counter as you brush and braid her hair, which is usually something she prefers george doing “cos it's not sore when daddy does it”. 

whatever. at least you still have hair.

hyper-aware of the fact that time is of the essence, you comb through cara's fringe once more, before scooping her up into your arms and kissing her little cheek. “what do we think, munchkin - d'you think you look good?”

“hmmm,” cara squints at her reflection, then grins. “yeah!”

“i think so too. shall we go and get connor and wait for daddy?”

a nod against your shoulder, and off you go on the short jaunt to your son's room. connor's already sitting in the massive built-in wardrobe, book in hand and an eager smile on his face. you smile in return, settling down beside him and pulling the cupboard door almost fully-closed; you're careful to leave a crack in front of you, so you'll be able to see your husband when he arrives. which, actually, should be imminently, so you'd better come up with a game plan. you tug your kids close to you. “so, when daddy gets here-”

“mum, why are you being quiet?” the confusion is evident on connor's sweet little face even in the minimal light. “dad isn't here yet.”

he's got a point. you blink. “true. anyway, like i was saying, when he does get here… wait for me to open the door, and then you can jump on daddy, yeah?”

“can we shout too?”

“i don't see why not. but no bad words, you - just because you've heard matty say them doesn't mean you can,” you point at connor, before turning to cara. “and no screaming from you, you hear me?”

“yes, mummy.”

“good,” your eyes widen at the sound of the front door opening, closely followed by george shouting a greeting as he dumps his bag, and your voice shifts to a whisper. “quiet, now, alright? let's see how long it takes daddy to find us.”

there's a whispered chorus of agreements, and then - miraculously - your kids go silent, aside from the quick little huffs of air signifying silent giggling; these get more frequent when you all hear george wandering around downstairs, calling your names in turn and humming to himself in bewilderment. when his footsteps become audible on the stairs, cara practically wraps herself around your arm, all but shaking with kinetic energy and clutching her brother's hand as they hear their father reach the landing. 

you, too, are laughing to yourself as you listen to george opening and closing doors in search, monologuing as he goes. “nowhere to be seen and they've left every bloody light in the building on. s'like blackpool illuminations,” comes the gravel grumbling so characteristic to the love of your life, as he wanders into what you know is the bathroom; he sniffs loudly, and you have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from cackling. “strawberry shampoo… cara's bedtime routine. maybe everyone's in,” another door opens. “here! oh. empty. must be in connor's room, then.”

three strides across the landing, and there he is - george, his tiredness obvious even through the tiny crack between wardrobe doors. he turns slowly, taking in the emptiness of the room (and making your heart glow when you catch a glimpse of his pretty face), and - as if by magic - stops with his back to the wardrobe, muttering “where are they?” to himself.

partially out of slight guilt for putting him through this, but mostly because you think connor and cara might explode if you make them wait any longer to surprise their dad, you push the wardrobe doors open. the kids fly out, little voices shouting “hi dad!” and “we're here!” as little bodies land on george's massive one; he gasps in shock, and you're extremely thankful for the victorian high ceilings in your house, because your husband's head (and the rest of him, probably) would absolutely have hit anything lower when he jumped in abject terror. he sinks to the floor, head in his hands. “jesus christ,” he sighs, before standing and tucking a kid under each arm, swinging them around and filling the room with laughter. “you meanies, surprising me like that. i thought you'd all run away and left me!”

“we would never,” you step forward, taking cara into your own arms and pecking george on the lips. “we like playing tricks on you too much.”

“yes, that one's obvious,” george rolls his eyes; his face breaks into a big smile, and he kisses your nose. “hi, by the way, angel. thanks for the interesting welcome home.”

“i wish i could take credit.”

“oh? it wasn't mummy?” george dramatically looks from kid to kid. “who's the evil genius among us, then?”

cara giggles, nuzzling her head into your neck. “connor.”

“reeeeeeeeally?” george cocks his head to look at his boy, who's grinning from ear to ear. “s'that right, munchkin? it was your idea?”

connor giggles. “yeah.”

“in that case, then,” george tickles your son through his t-shirt, smiling at the raucous giggles that follow - from cara, too, actually. “say sorry, and i'll stop.”

“sorry! sorrysorrysorry!” connor's laughs fade to little hums, and he snuggles into his dad while they both catch their breath. “mummy planned it though. tickle her!”

george winks at you. “oh, i will, later. but first,” he flicks your son on the nose. “bathtime? and then a bedtime story for the little ones?”

cara nods. “and then mummy and daddy bedtime?”

“once i've redone your hair, munchkin? i think so,” your husband smiles at you, eyes twinkling. “of sorts, at least. you up for that, sweetheart?”

“oh, absolutely.”

[whimsicalpolitical]

Is there anyway I could get a dad Matty one shot where the little baba has a stomach bug for the first time 🥹🥹

My niece is sick for the first time and all I can think about is how sweet Matty would be with his little one

bless her, hope she’s doing alright

You’re standing in your kitchen, Matty carrying your exhausted daughter while you lean on the counter watching them, sympathizing with your little one.

“Let’s try some water, yeah?” Matty says after a moment, shifting her slightly in his arms, but she lets out a weak groan and shakes her head, pressing her face harder against his shoulder. “C’mon, love, just a little sip.”

“Noooo,” she mumbles, her voice small and broken. “Don’t want it.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothes, gently bouncing her in that way he always does when she’s upset. “But we gotta get a little water in, okay? Just a tiny bit, for me? You’ll feel better.”

She shakes her head again, her little hands fisting in his shirt. She’s so tired, you can tell she doesn’t have the energy to argue, but she’s still refusing, too miserable to think about anything but the discomfort in her stomach.

You stand up and grab the water bottle from the side table, unscrewing the cap. “You don’t have to drink much,” you say, holding it out gently. “Just a little sip, baby.”

But she turns her face away, clinging to Matty like he’s her anchor in the storm. You sigh, running a hand through your hair. You hate this���the helplessness, the way you can’t make her feel better, no matter what you do.

Matty looks at you for a moment, then back down at her, his expression softening.

“Hey, love,” he murmurs, leaning his head down so his cheek rests against her temple. “You know when Daddy doesn’t want to do something, and you tell him, ‘C’mon, daddy, just try it?’” His voice is gentle, coaxing. “Well, now it’s your turn, yeah? Just try it for me, for daddy.”

She doesn’t move at first, and for a second, you think she’s not going to budge. But then, slowly, she lifts her head, her tired eyes blinking up at Matty.

He smiles softly, his hand cradling the back of her head. “That’s my girl. Just a little bit, yeah?”

With a reluctant sigh, she opens her mouth, just enough for you to tip the bottle and let her take a small sip. She swallows, grimacing, but doesn’t protest.

“There you go,” Matty whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You did it.”

You watch as she leans back into him, her little body limp with exhaustion again. Matty hands the water back to you and shifts her in his arms, pulling her closer to his chest.

“Let’s get comfy, okay?” His voice is soft, like he’s talking to both of you now. “Gonna feel better soon, promise.”

He walks over to the couch, sitting down carefully with her still wrapped around him. She lets out a small sigh, her cheek pressed against his chest, and you can already see her eyes drooping again.

“She’s so tired,” you whisper, rubbing your hand over your face. The exhaustion in your voice mirrors the heaviness in your chest. “I don’t know what else to do.”

Matty lifts his head slightly, careful not to jostle her too much. “She’ll sleep soon,” he murmurs, voice soft but firm, the way it always is when he’s trying to convince both you and himself. “She just needs a minute.”

“You’re alright, darling. We’re here.” Your daughter lets out a shaky, exhausted breath at Matty’s soothing words.

You watch as her tiny fingers clutch the fabric of his t-shirt, her face scrunched in discomfort. Her stomach’s been a mess all night, every time she starts to drift off, she stirs again, unable to settle. The poor thing looks miserable, and it breaks your heart a little more with every passing hour.

You step closer to the couch, sitting on the armrest next to them. Matty shifts to make room for you, lifting one arm so you can tuck yourself in next to him, your legs curled up beside his. His fingers never stop moving through her hair, his thumb brushing her cheek softly as if his touch alone could soothe the ache in her belly.

“She’s burning up,” you say, gently pressing the back of your hand to her forehead. “Maybe we should try again with the medicine.”

“Let’s give her a bit more time. She’s so close to falling asleep now.”

You nod, but the worry still gnaws at you. You lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment, just trying to gather your breath. The quiet of the room, punctuated only by the soft sound of her breathing and the occasional groan of discomfort, settles over you both like a blanket.

“She’s gonna be alright, love,” Matty whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, then to your temple. “We’ll get through this.”

You open your eyes, glancing at her again. Her eyelids are fluttering, as if she’s trying so hard to stay awake but just can’t anymore. You can see the exhaustion weighing her down, making her little body sink deeper into Matty’s arms.

“She’s so strong,” you murmur, running a finger down her cheek. "Takes after her dad."

Matty chuckles softly, the sound tired but warm. “Nah, that’s all you.”

You can tell she’s finally slipping into sleep, her breathing evening out, her face relaxing.

“There you go, baby girl,” Matty whispers, his voice barely audible as he rocks her gently. “There you go.”

You let out a long breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, your hand resting on her tiny back. She’s still, finally, and you can feel the tension in your own body start to ease, just a little.

“You should get some rest,” you whisper, running your fingers through his messy curls. “You’ve been up all night with her.”

“I’ll be alright. You’re here. That’s enough.”

You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back and resting your head against his shoulder again. For a few minutes, there’s nothing but the quiet sound of her breathing, the warmth of Matty beside you, and the stillness of the room. It’s not perfect, but it’s enough.

“You’re Perfect, Matty. Not only for me but for her as well.”

“You think so?”

You smile, “of course, babe. You’re our hero, she didn’t even once try to leave you.”

Matty looks at you with adoration, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, darling, so much.”

“Love you,” you whisper, closing your eyes, feeling tired from the unsettling night.

“You can sleep too, you know? I’d have both of my girls asleep on me, s’a dream.”

You giggle, “thank you.”

“Course,” he kisses you one more time, “anything for my girls.”

[wrestletotheground]

gingerbread house - matty healy x reader

christmas prompt courtesy of @abiiors ♡

festive dad!matty

cw: fluff, f!reader, slight nsfw at the start, pregnancy announcement, just wholesome dad matty <3

wc: 1.6k

- december 12th 2021 -

matty dips his finger in the bowl of icing, smearing a dot of it on your nose with a giggle before you can protest. 'fuck off,' you laugh, pulling away and grabbing ahold of his wrists before he can do it again. 'oh, sorry, you have someth-' he reaches towards your face again playfully, before giving up and throwing his hands up in surrender as you duck away from him, wiping the white blob off your nose. both of you are in fits of giggles again, buzzing with pure love for each other.

'don't let me distract you darling, this gingerbread house isn't gonna make itself,' he adds, turning his attention back towards the slabs of biscuit on the counter.

he then realises his finger is still coated in icing. he stands there looking down at his hand, contemplating his next move for barely a second before you reach over and take it in yours, wrapping your lips around his index finger and swirling your tongue around the sugar coated tip. his jaw hangs open as you stare at him with siren eyes the whole time, sucking on the digit that's pressing down on your tongue. he lets out a low groan, biting his lip when you release it with a pop and go back to work as if nothing happened. 'fucking christ,' he mutters to himself, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief as he tries to focus on the biscuits again. 

you can see him out of the corner of your eye busying himself with something else aside from the house; alternating between different coloured icing tubes and guarding his mini creation away from your view. he looks focused, the same concentrated expression he has when he's writing down lyrics or guitar melodies in his studio. 'what are you doing? looks like there's more dilly dallying and less construction work going on over there, healy,' you grin, never taking your eyes off the little sugary jellies that you're placing ever so carefully along the top of the slanted roof.

'oneee second.... bam'. the colourful tubes clatter onto the table and he spins around to face you holding two little decorated gingerbread men. one of them has peaks of black icing on its head for hair, along with thick stripes of white and black vaguely representing a shirt and trousers. the other is in a messy black dress, three curved stripes on either side for your hair and bright dots that match your eye colour surprisingly well.

'us!!' you exclaim, instantly forgetting the task at hand and clapping your hands together in excitement. 'us!!' he repeats, his face breaking out into a grin at your reaction. 'i'll put them right here outside the door, look! it's like they're holding hands,' he says, gesturing excitedly towards his creations.

an idea springs to mind and you put it to action before you have time to think. it's daunting, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little terrified of his potential reaction, but it has to be done. you pick up a red jelly tot and place it on the plate between the two figures. your heart races as you do it, knowing what's about to come of the seemingly insignificant act. you'd only been keeping this secret from him for a few days, but waiting for the perfect moment to tell him felt excruciating.

'that's our little baby,' you say in a half-joking tone, looking up at him tentatively. 'pff, yeah, some day,' he replies obliviously, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 'matty...' your voice comes out as little more than a whisper, trailing off into nothing. he pulls away and you turn to look at him. he looks confused but grips onto your arms reassuringly nonetheless. 'what's wrong darling?' he asks, voice laced with concern. 'what if i said... that some day is coming soon...' you can nearly see the cogs turning in his head as he stares at you blankly, trying to figure out what you mean. his eyes widen as you take his hands and cautiously place them on either side of your belly. 'really!?' he whisper-shouts, leaning down to you. you shakily nod your head, biting your lip and smiling nervously.

'i'm pregnant, matty' you reply. 

- december 12th 2023 -

bing crosby's white christmas floats through the air from the radio as you sit at the kitchen table with matty and your 18 month old daughter, harper. you'd been having a bad day earlier until matty went out with harper, returning an hour later with a gingerbread house kit and a bottle of wine to cheer you up.

your heart melted at the gesture, especially at the fact he remembered and pointed out that it was two years to the day since you were sat in the same place and you'd told him the most important thing you'd ever had to tell him. from that day onwards he'd been nothing but supportive and loving, always there to help in any way he could and you were so eternally grateful.

'last time we made one of these i was only finding out harper was in mummy's belly wasn't i?' he says, bouncing her up and down on his leg. 'you were, and mummy was bricking it over what daddy was gonna say!' you reply, both of you laughing. casual conversations usually turn out like this nowadays, with you and matty talking to each other but directing every sentence at your daughter, as if she'll suddenly be able to answer. 

she reaches up and makes grabby hands at the gingerbread biscuits spread out on the table. 'you wanna get up and help?' she lets out a little happy scream and starts wiggling as you pick her up from matty's lap and put her sitting on the table in front of you, moving up against her back so she doesn't fall. she's instantly drawn to the bright colours of the sweets and icing, smacking her tiny hands on whatever she can reach.

she's fascinated, scooching around on the table and bouncing excitedly when you reach around her to open the bag of powdered icing. you pour it into the bowl of water that matty had set down earlier and she immediately grabs at the powder, making it erupt in a white cloud that covers herself and the table. 'woah, easy on the icing there baby,' you say. her big brown eyes sparkle in the reflection of the christmas lights as she falls down with laughter, making the two of you melt.

~

the festive playlist drones on in the background mainly unnoticed, but as soon as jingle bell rock plays you and matty's eyes light up. it's your favourite song this time of year, especially now you get to share it with harper. you take hold of her arms and dance with her, making her giggle as you move them around to the beat. matty laughs, taking his phone out to take pictures of the two of you, covered in icing sugar and having the time of your lives.

~

the decorated gingerbread house sits in the middle of the table like a trophy, but the three of you are exhausted after spending all evening on it. 'would you mind putting her to bed while i clean up?' you ask, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. 'course, love' he replies, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before making his way over to where she's now sitting in her high chair.

he unclips the chair and picks her up, cooing at her softly. 'time for bed munchkin,' he says, kissing her head and getting her settled in his arms, her sleepy head lulling over his shoulder. you smile to yourself as he disappears upstairs, footsteps barely audible as he does his best not to disturb her. 

after what feels like ages, you finish up the dishes, throw the towel back over the cupboard handle and make your way upstairs to the bathroom. as you reach the top of the stairs, you hear a gentle voice coming from harper's bedroom. the door is wide open, the only light being the warm yellow of the lamp on the landing flooding through the doorway and the soft pink glow of her flower shaped night light. you peek your head into the room to see matty perched on the little stool by the open side of her cot, book in hand. '..and then, a magical cloud appeared over the snowman..'

harper is lying tucked in under her favourite blanky and surrounded by plushies as he reads to her. her eyes are gently fluttering shut, although she's clearly trying to stay awake, gazing up at her dad in awe through yawns. you tiptoe over as quietly as possible. matty's eyes flick up towards you and he smiles before returning to the story. you stand listening to him, wondering how you got so lucky.

after a few moments you lean down over her and gently place a kiss on the top of her head. 'goodnight angel' you whisper, rubbing her soft cheek with the back of your hand before stepping back and letting matty finish the book. she's fully asleep by now, so he mutters a little 'blablabla, the end. goodnight munchkin'. he leans down and places a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose, making sure she's fully tucked in and covered before making his way back to you. 'fancy a bit of that wine?' he asks, closing the door over and stepping into the landing. 'ugh, you know me too well', you reply, kissing him before moving towards the stairs.

if you could have it your way you'd exist forever in that room, where you finally feel safe and truly comfortable. you and matty's little safe haven, forever <3

~

[sorry1975]

Dad Ross 🥹😭❤️

[aaltilis]

Lewis: I'm not a father. I don't have any children.

George: Lew, I lost my shirt. The white Mercedes one. Can you help me to find it?

Lando: Lewis... I accidentally burn my breakfast, what should I do?

Pierre: So Lew, Yuki and I have a plan to skip media day. What do you think about it?

Charles: *rambling to him about how Ferrari fcked up his life*

Max: Umm, Lewis. I know we don't have a great relationship. But now that Daniel and Seb aren't around, and I need an adult advice. So Charles told me to talk to you.

Lewis: Oh my god-

[abiiors]

sweet touches 🤍 // ross macdonald x reader

promptober '23 - day 11

a/n: a dad!ross fic within the same dad!ross au as all my other blurbs 🧡 cw: smut adjacent but very very soft smut. mentions of body insecurity and kinda body worship basically wc: 1k

the first ever autumn in april’s life she’s bundled up and ready to go spend the weekend at her grammy’s house. you stand at the threshold of your house, cuddling your three and half month old baby to your chest, kissing her pink cheeks and telling her how much you’re going to miss her even though all she does is babble in return. 

ross and his mum wait patiently. he’s already done this all morning—held her and cuddled her close and sang her songs till she was smiling—and his mum knows how hard it is for a new mother to be away from her baby because well… she’s a mum and she just knows. but when ross gently touches your back, you know it’s time to let her go. 

“call me if you need anything!” you tell his mum, anxiously wringing your hands. she just smiles kindly, nodding for the hundredth time after you’ve given her a million instructions. 

“and she likes—”

“two bed time stories, i know darling,” she laughs gently, “enjoy your weekend off, i promise we’ll call you tonight.”

and with that they’re off, leaving you lingering at the threshold and biting your nails until the car is well and truly out of sight, until ross finally steers you inside. 

the rest of the day you spend in a calm, quiet house, devoid of any baby cries and nappy changes and feeding times. just you and ross like it used to be before. you put on old records and dance in the kitchen while making food, almost burn the potatoes in the process too but you laugh, you’re happy. you feel like twenty year olds in love for the first time.

as promised, his mum facetimes at 7 pm on the dot and both of you huddle around his phone to watch your freshly-out-the-bath baby being put into a new onesie. you coo at her, cheering when she recognises your voices and makes grabby hands at the phone, tries to swallow the camera once or twice too. but once the call ends, you know what’s on his mind. ross makes it very clear, in fact, when he chucks the phone away and hugs you from behind.

“maybe we should also get in a bath…” he offers, voice absolutely dreamy and tender and he’s already taking you by the hand to lead you to the bathroom which you don’t much resist to despite the tiny storm of thoughts brewing in your head. 

it’s so easy for him—to take off his t-shirt like he does every single time and to turn the tap on and gather the salts and bubble baths and everything else. it’s so easy for him to not second guess everything.

“ross…”

“hmm?”

you have a feeling he’s not exactly paying attention, much more focused on setting everything up. but you need to tell him this. it’s not… there’s no way you want to stay up in your head on the one day you get with him after almost four months. 

“ross. i—” you voice cracks slightly. the absolute smallest bit but he freezes in place regardless, quickly stepping in front of you to look at your face. 

“you alright? what’s wrong?”

the concern in his voice is sweet, much more than you expected but it’s the way his hands move over your body that gets to you more—they’re no longer on your waist, no longer stroking you in a seductive, sensual way. instead, his fingers run soothing circles on your back now while ross looks at you in confusion. 

“i just… uh…” why is this so difficult to get out?! it’s just him. just ross! so you take a deep breath and muster up all your courage. 

“my body isn’t… it’s not what it used to be before. things are a bit—” your breath catches in your throat, along with an inconvenient lump of emotions. and so you avert your gaze, looking at the light blue floor instead. 

the only indication that he’s even heard you is his soft exhale. and then they way his fingers cradle your chin to tilt it up, forcing you to look at him despite how shy you feel. 

“your body is perfect.” his voice drips with so much conviction that you find yourself speechlessly staring at him. “it was before and it is now and it always will be perfect, okay?”

a deep breath and you’re closing your eyes and letting his words, his caresses surround you. letting his knuckles move up your spine and spread electric tingles all over your body. 

“you are so irresistible to me. do you have any idea?” another sentence spoken directly onto your skin—your jaw this time as his lips ghost over your face, placing phantom kisses all over. 

“but you haven’t—”

it only takes him a second to cut you off with a kiss. just a soft one. “seen you naked? since the baby was born?”

once again, you have no idea how he managed to guess exactly what was on your mind but you don’t get to much time to dwell on that. the next thing you know, ross trails his kisses down until he’s kneeling in front of you and lifting your shirt up. 

the mirror behind him reflects everything—the way your stomach still swells from the the excess baby weight and the love handles you haven’t had time to work on yet. but the caress of his fingers is enough to stave the thoughts away, to only focus on the way his lips trail across your stomach.  

“your body gave me the best thing in my life,” he speaks so softly that you barely hear him at first. “and if i have to be on my knees every single day to make you love it again then so be it.”

the lump in your throat grows, choking you with emotions until you can’t stop the tears from the gathering on your lashline or the way your voice turns wobbly. “you mean that?”

“about you being irresistible? about being on my knees every day?” a few more kisses. a few more inches of skin exposed. “yes, yes i mean all of it.” 

you smile at him, cradling his face in your hands. “okay… the bath–a bath with you sounds perfect.”

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[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 8

A/N: I'm just going to say, don't hate me...and I love you guys!! Thanks for reading :'))

Warnings: a pinch of fluff, ANGST, hate, possibilities of someone cheating, baby crying, typos.

Word count: 10 k

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Morning of the 1st show of ‘The 1975 on tour’.

The sun peaking through the curtains –of Matty’s room– enlighten the place enough to wake Y/n up. She blinked her eyes open, staring at the wall a few meters further from the bed. Y/n rubbed her cheek on Matty’s chest, feeling it rise and fall rhythmically. He was still asleep, keeping her safe and close to him. 

Y/n couldn’t help to smile, enjoying the last minutes before they had to start the day; a busy day, specially for Matty and the band. 

She lifted her head from his chest, choosing to look at him. Matty moved his head to her side as a subconscious response to her actions. His long eyelashes resting on the top of his cheeks, his curls a mess around his pillow. Y/n’s smile grew fonder. 

The last month and a half with Matty felt like a dream. Her dream. Y/n felt her chest contract to the feeling of having to say goodbye to Matty for a few weeks. The show was the first one of a long list around the UK. The band was going to be closer, but Matty wasn’t going to be close enough. She wanted him right there, all the time, but life had other plans. Y/n tried to get rid of those thoughts. She glanced at the vintage clock Matty had on his bedside table.

Y/n let her hands touch the skin of his right cheek. “Matty.” She started sweetly. 

“Mmm.” Matty mumbled following her touch. 

“You need to wake up.”

“Mmm.” He let out again, reaching –still with his eyes close– for the back of her head. “We still have time-” Matty’s voice was deep due to sleep. He tried to bring her closer. 

“We don’t, babe.” Y/n let him know, preventing the sadness to slip away, tinting her words.

Matty groaned, opening his eyes only a quarter to look at Y/n. “I don’t want the day to start.”

Y/n couldn’t help to laugh at his lie. He had been excited to be back on stage, with the guys and the fans in the same room. He was static for Amelia to watch daddy perform for the first time in her short life. 

“That’s a lie, Healy.”

Y/n let him brought her towards his face this time. She let their noses touch on a sweet caress. Matty let his lids fall again, sensing her, imprinting the moment in his head for the next few weeks until they could repeat it. 

“I’m going to miss you.” Matty said, acknowledging the elephant in the room.

Y/n swallowed thick, trying not to cry. “Mmm.” She could only let out, which called Matty’s attention. He stared at her face, searching for her eyes, although Y/n kept them close. 

“Oh, baby!” Matty was fully awake now. His heart broken at the sight of her suffering because he had to leave. “It’s going to go by so quickly…and we’ll be back together in no time, okay?”

“Yes.” Y/n let their foreheads touch. 

“Come here.”

Y/n rested her head once more on top of Matty’s body, hiding her head on his neck. She breathed him in; his aftershave mixed with the smell of the –horrible– camels he smoked, his essence. Instead of suppressing what she was going through, Y/n let herself actually feel everything. That was the thing with Matty, she felt safe enough –when it was him and her– to just be herself. Y/n knew Matty would be there to support her if she needed him.

The sound of Amelia waking up came from behind Y/n. The baby call resting on her bedside table announced the actual start of the day.

“Can you get her?” Y/n asked Matty.

He let some breath out, similar to a laugh. “It’s your turn…” He reminded her.

“No, it’s yours!” Y/n protested, without wanting to leave her place on the bed. “Please!” She softly begged.

“What do I get?” Matty played it suggestively. 

It was a game that could be played by the both of them. Y/n shoot back, “I’ll do anything you ask…”

“I like the sound of that, baby.” Matty let his hip buckled up, making her sense his morning arouse. 

“Healy, your daughter is waiting…and you have your head deep in the gutter-” Y/n shook her head as a way to let him know she was disappointed.

Matty smiled wide, “I’d like to have it deep in yours, if you ask me.” Y/n gasped out loud, lifting her head from his body.

“And thinking you’re her favourite!” She told him, coming to rest her back on the headboard of Matty’s bed. 

“‘Course I am…I’m daddy!” He answered proudly.

Y/n looked at him stood up –grabbing his sweatpants– and teased him, “Mhm, you’re daddy…”

Matty turned around with his trousers half up his skinny legs. He looked at her stunned, protesting, “Don’t say it like that!” 

“What?” Y/n exclaimed innocently.

“You make it sound weird…” Y/n laughed about it. “Anyway, I’ll get our baby…” He informed her, marching to the door. 

“Matt?”

“Yes?” He turned around after he heard her talk. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Matty looked around, trying to figure out what could it be. “What?” He stared at her blankly. 

“Kiss.” Y/n only pronounced, gaining a big smile from Matty.

On a quick movement, Matty jumped on the bed, pinning her on the mattress. “Now Mel has to wait because of you-” He breathed on her lips. 

“What a horrible parents we are.” Y/n joked, grabbing his cheeks. 

Matty let all his body weight rest on Y/n, connecting their lips. Y/n felt his hard on restricted between their bodies. She wished Amelia had slept longer that morning, but it was a dead wish. The little girl was bubbling away at the other end of the baby call. 

“Okay, go.” Y/n indicated with their lips still connected.

“One more…” The singer requested breathless. “I can’t get enough of you.” Matty admitted with his mind fogged. He let his nose lead the way, drawing a path from her lips, down her chin and onto her neck. 

“I hope you never get enough…” Y/n ran a hand through his curls, tugging a little. 

“Rude!” Matty protested. 

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You know how I mean it…”

“Fine. You know what? I’ll go and get a girl that values me-” Matty continued his fake annoyance, proud of himself when she smiled brightly at him.

“Your own daughter doesn’t count, Healy.” Y/n warned Matty, joining the joke.

“‘Course she counts. She’s the person I love the most, and she loves me equally back.” Matty dramatically presented the facts for her.

“Oh, I know!”

Matty looked at Y/n from the end of the bed, placing his hands on his hips, showing her his broad chest in all its glory. “Jealous, Y/l/l?”

“Nope, she loves me a great deal.” Y/n reply, ogling his naked skin.

“Who doesn’t?” 

Matty’s delicately words took her out of her entrance. Y/n look up, founding he was staring at her with heart eyes.

“Stop! Our daughter is waiting!” A very blushed Y/n scolded him.

Matty threw his head back, slightly annoyed she was resisting his affection. He left the room. Y/n heard –thanks to the caller– his happy greeting to Amelia, and the reply to it. The conversation was full of ‘baby’ and ‘daddy/dada’. Y/n smiled, content with her family. She was for sure going to miss him, although she was sure they could manage.

“Look who’s here!” Matty made his appearance with Amelia, still in her PJ’s, in his arms. 

Amelia grew excited when her soft brown eyes fell on Y/n. “Mommy!”

“Good morning, my mel-mel” Y/n waved from her place on the bed. “Come to mommy!” She lifted her arms, asking for her. 

Matty left Amelia on the bed, so she could crawl towards Y/n. He stood at the end of it, looking at his girl's greet. 

“Who’s going to see daddy sing today?” Y/n looked at the girl in her embrace, while Amelia nestle on her chest. 

Matty complained once more, “Stop saying-”

“I made you a DILF, I have the right to call you ‘daddy’.” Y/n shut him up.

“Touché.” 

“Dada...” Amelia interrupted her parents bickering, calling for him to be close. 

Matty returned to his place on his bed, at the other side of Amelia. The little girl following every single one of his movements. Daddy was indeed her favourite person in the world.

“Hello baby, did you sleep well? Nice dreams?” Matty bumped her nose. He loved to interact with her sweet girl. 

“Yes.” Amelia answered, showing him his cute smile. 

“About daddy?”

She laughed, blushing, hiding her face on Y/n’s chest. Matty felt a sore feeling inside his heart. Amelia was growing too fast for his liking. He looked at Y/n admitting, “I don’t want her to keep growing.”

Y/n nodded in agreement. “Right?”

“I miss the days she was this little,” Matty measured in the air the size of Amelia during her first few weeks. “Resting on my chest. Those first months went by so fast…” Matty felt rather nostalgic that morning, looking at her daughter. He tried not to think of how much he was going to miss her. 

“Yeah.” Y/n agreed, staring at Amelia play with her bracelets. 

Matty’s questions took her by surprise, “Have you ever thought about having more kids?”

“Have you…?” Y/n arched her eyebrow. Was he proposing…?

Matty blushed, he had though about it, “Mhm, multiple times.” 

“Matty-” 

“I’m not-”

“Okay.” Y/n breathed again with relief. She didn’t know if she was ready for all of it again, she wasn’t sure she wanted more kids. 

“I just think it would be amazing to grow the family, Amelia can have a sibling to play with… It’s nice to imagine another baby.” Matty talked with his mind replaying the scenarios he thought about so many times, specially during the last month. 

“A boy or another girl?”

“I don’t care, I would be over the moon with either…imagine a little boy running around, following Amelia. He would impatiently wait to play with her…being so small, still expecting for his big sister to like him, to include him in her imaginary games. Same with another girl.”

“That’s so sweet, Matty.” Y/n reached out to touch his hair. He could be so tender and adorable when he wanted.

“Would you like to be a big sister?” Matty included Amelia back into the conversation. 

“Daddy!”

“She wouldn’t be happy with daddy’s attention elsewhere.” Y/n teased him. 

“I bet…”

Matty was too embarrassed about bringing the subject, he decided to change the course of the conversation. “Okay, who wants breakfast?”

“Me!” Amelia stood up on the bed, Y/n rest her hands at both sides of her chest, preventing her from falling. 

“Let’s go!” Matty took her in his embrace, lifting her little body into the air. The singer started to make sounds of flying, manoeuvring her body —carefully— around. Amelia giggles filled the entire house.

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Y/n was brewing tea for her and Matty, meanwhile him and Amelia talk on the big table. He had been, from a time being, trying to teach her sounds and words. 

“What sound does a cow make?” Matty tested her knowledge.

“Muuu!” Amelia repeated what she had learned before.  

He rewarded her with a big kiss on her cheek. “Well-done baby!” Matty screamed. 

“And a dog?”

“Guff, guff!”

“That’s right, mel!” He clapped this time, trying to encourage her.

“Amelia Healy, you’re so smart!” 

“She’s your daughter, Healy….of course she’s a smart kid.” Y/n told him, bringing the full cups to the table. 

“I thought she got the looks from me.” He teased Y/n. 

Y/n couldn’t deny it.“Yes, that too!”

“Baby-” Matty felt his cheeks blushing with her compliments.

Y/n took a bite of her breakfast, continuing with her praising, “Handsome and smart.”

“Stop!”

“Oh, shush!” 

Y/n’s face changed instantly, “Fuck…” She whipped her hands fast. 

“What?” Matty panicked.

Although, Y/n was out of sight in seconds; leaving a confused Matty seated beside Amelia. 

He looked at her daughter, “Do you know something about it?” The singer asked her. Amelia lift her hands in a signal of not knowing. Matty chuckled. 

Y/n appeared, after a few minutes of confusion, through the laundry’s room door with a big bouquet hiding her face. 

Matty got quite emotional about it. “Baby…”

“For you…from us.” Y/n extended the bouquet of marigold’s for him to grab. “Mel picked them.” Y/n shared with him.

Amelia was looking at the flowers, so Matty inquired her, “Have you, missy?”

“Yes!” She replied. 

“Thank you, mel-mel!” He left a kiss on her rosy cheeks. “This is so thoughtful…” Matty admired the bunch on his hands. 

Y/n brushed her hair back, without looking at him, expression her idea, “We thought it was a good idea to wish you good luck for today.”

Matty stared at her, completely in love with the girl in front of him. He felt the urge to say it but stopped. “Thank you, baby!” He whispered instead. 

His phone vibrate with a message from George, distracting the man for a second. He had to leave now to make it on time for everything they had planned.  

“Shit, I’ve to go now…” Matty felt awful to break the sweet bubbled they had been in for the last hour. Reality was knocking on their door. 

Y/n felt her body deflated. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you two tonight, right?” Matty examinated her features, he wanted to find something to say or do to cheer her up at least a little.

“Yes, babe. We’re going to be there…cheering for daddy, right, Mel?” Y/n forced herself to appear more happy than she felt. Matty needed to focus on the show and no on her, as she well knew he would do if Y/n let him really see she wasn't happy with him leaving the house.

“Yes!” Amelia clapped from her high sit. 

“Perfect.” Matty said, leaving a kiss at the top of Amelia’s head. Rounding the table, he came face to face with Amelia's mother. 

He lowered his face, closer to hers. Y/n still felt nervous to show that type of affection around Amelia, she didn’t want to confuse her. 

“Matt-”

“I need it, please.” Matty begged, lowering the bouquet on the table. 

Y/n checked Amelia. She was playing with her food, messing with it and not giving attention to his parents. 

Matty waited for Y/n. She looked at his welcoming eyes, saying, “Sir-”

“I can beg.” He reminded Y/n, half serious, half not. 

Y/n brushed his hair out of Matty’s forehead. “I know that.” 

“Baby- my baby…”

“Mmm…” Y/n faked not being affected by his pleading tone. 

“Please, please, please!” Matty touched the exposed sides of her thighs, feeling her skin. 

Y/n couldn’t keep it for longer, “Fine.”

Matty pushed his face forward, connecting his lips with hers. Her mouth tasted like her breakfast and tea. He let his tongue intrude a little. Matty thought since they would be hours apart, he needed to give her a strong kiss, one that had her –and him too– satisfied enough for the time being. 

Amelia broke the moment, blasting her hands on the little board making a table for her. 

Matty detached himself from Y/n, looking at his daughter. He asked her, “You want kisses too?” 

“Up.” She made grabby hands. 

Matty took her on his embrace. “I love you.” He told her, staring at her little face. 

Amelia rested her head on his shoulder, trying to repeat his words, “Ove you.” Which make Matty’s heart melt.

“Okay, gotta run now.” He started to say his goodbyes, passing Amelia to Y/n. “Put the flowers in a vase for me, please.”

“I will…bye.” Y/n said, feeling his kiss on the crown of her head. 

Matty turned around, leaving Amelia and her mother in the kitchen. “I love you.” He exclaimed once more, without turning around, expecting to hear Amelia’s voice again.

Amelia waved from her place, “Ove you!” Y/n couldn’t resist kissing her fluffy cheeks. 

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Hours later… Backstage at the arena.

“Where’s the princess of the house?” Denise shouted from the end of the arena’s hall. Amelia let go of her mother's hand and ran towards Matty’s mother. 

The little girl shouted when her grandmother lifted her up, kissing her cheeks –it was kind of an addiction the entire family had, because Amelia owned the cutest cheeks–, which makes the toddler laugh. 

“You look gorgeous, Amelia Healy!” Denise pointed to the flower dress, on top of a white shirt and black shiny shoes Matty’s child had on. “Mommy really dressed you up for the occasion!” 

“Mommy…” Amelia turned inside Denise hold, looking around for her mother. 

Y/n approached the pair, smiling. It was always a sweet sight to look at them together. 

“Hello, darling.” Denise chanted, when Y/n was close.

“Hi.” Y/n said, with her voice shaking. She couldn’t suppress the nerves, Y/n knew how hard they had been working for months on to deliver the show of the fan’s dreams.

“How are you?” Denise brought her closer with an arm, a side hug.

Y/n shook her hands, anxiously, spitting out a strangled, “Nervous.”

“Are you playing?” Matty’s mother tried to cheer Y/n a little. She was nervous as well but trusted them, and had seen the boys enough times do it to let the feeling overtook her. Although she empathized with Y/n. 

Y/n snorted. “I don’t think fans would be fond of hearing me sing!”

“I bet they would…you’re mini Matty’s version mom after all…” Denise told her.

“Just to mock me.”

“They adore you!”

“Yeah, some of them…which it’s surreal.”

“Nana!” Amelia blurbed out, gaining her attention again, interrupting the adult’s chat. 

“Yes, honey?” Denise inquired her with her soft –grandmotherly like– voice.

Amelia directly asked, “Daddy?” 

“She can’t stop asking for him.” Y/n warned Denise.

“I don’t know, sweetie.” Amelia’s grandmother told her truthfully.

“Daddy is rehearsing, remember?” Y/n said once more for Amelia’s information. She had been repeating it since they got there, even though Matty’s child wasn’t having it; she wanted daddy and no one else.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” She repeated, still in Denise embrace. 

Y/n felt bad for her, she shared the feeling with her own daughter. Y/n was dying to see Matty, the difference was she was old enough to understand and wait a bit longer. “I know, I know…” Y/n ran her hand through her curls, she had let them be at its natural state. “You’ll see him in a bit, okay?” She promised.

“How is he?” Denise asked Y/n.

They haven't seen the boys or even Matty, they arrived just after they went to do the last few checks. Y/n shared it with Denise, “We came in just when they left to sound check and I didn’t want to distract them, more like Amelia distracting them.” 

“That’s smart. You’re a show girl like dad, all the attention on you!” Denise tried to ease Amelia’s state. The little girl was looking around, expecting for his father to appear in front of her.

“She totally is.” Y/n admitted, proudly.

When all of a sudden, voices came from the other end of the hall. They weren’t at sight to see; although Y/n and Denise shared a knowing look, happy for Amelia specially.

“Where’s my favourite god-daughter?” George’s shouted when his sight fell on Denise holding Matty’s child.

“You only have one, idiot.” Matty hit him playfully on his arm.

“Org, org!” Amelia boobed up and down, excited to see them.

Once they were close enough, George stole her from Denise’s arms, wrapping Amelia with his owns. Matty stood closer to Y/n, touching the small of her back, making her feel calmer now he was close. 

“Hi, beautiful!” G tickled her. “I missed you!” He went to kiss her cheeks, making the little girl blush. 

“You haven’t seen her in two days…” Matty scoffed, rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, he drew circles on Y/n’s back. She was gone, letting herself enjoy his touch, until her sight fell on Denise’s face, who smiled at them. Y/n felt a little uncomfortable, but she would expose them if she moved aside. So, she chose to stay still.

“Daddy!” Matty’s face brightened, looking at Amelia calling him.

“Is this gorgeous lady asking for me?” Matty took her from G’s arms, gaining a protest from his bandmate. George’s attention changed, going to say hello to Denise and started chatting.

Matty shut him up with a singe look, after he returned all his attention to Amelia. “You look so pretty!” He complimented her, admiring her outfit, on the same vibe as he had planned for his own for the show. “She looks perfect.” Matty turned to look at Y/n.

“She looks dashing.” Denise said, instead interrupting her talking and preventing any response from Y/N. Matty looked at his own mother. “Aren’t you going to greet your mother, Matthew?” She teased him.

“Hi, mom.” He went to kiss her cheek, with Amelia resting her head on his shoulder.

Y/n focused her own sight on George standing at the other side. “Am I invisible to you, Daniels?” Y/n exclaimed, arching her eyebrow to him.

George dramatically let his tall body hang a little, comically going to engulf Y/n in a big hug. “Thought I was imagining you being here!” He joked, talking at the top of Y/n’s head.

“Ha, ha…so funny.” Y/n’s voice coming muffled by George’s chest.

“Let her breath, George.” Matty whined from her side.

George let her go, resting his right arm on top of Y/n’s shoulders. “Jealous man talking…”

“How was sound check?” Y/n freshly cut the bickering.

“Everything is ready to go.” G said excited.

Y/n looked up at him, “That’s cool. Charli is coming, right?” She asked.

“Yeah! She’s looking forward to seeing you and Ames.”

“Me too! I haven’t-” Y/n started to talk, when someone from the crew shouted.

“Matty!” Mark –the security guard– made himself visible for them; the whole group turning around to look at him. “There is a girl at the gate, asking for you.” Mark addressed Matty directly.

“I’m not expecting anyone else, must be a fan.” The frontman tried to brush it off.

Mark insisted, “She’s not…she’s on the list.”

“Fuck…can you take Amelia for a second?” Matty looked at Y/n. 

She took their daughter, “Yes.” Y/n’s heart start to pound in her chest, what was going on?

“I’ll be right back.” Matty asked for her, and her only.

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Backstage room. 

(30 minutes for the show…)

“Daddy!” Amelia was the first one to spot him, leaving Hann’s children playing alone. Matty didn’t come in alone. A girl was by his side. 

When her sight fall upon them, Y/n felt her stomach sank down. Matty glanced at Y/n first, but her sight quickly changed to the floor.

Amelia collided with his legs, forcing him to pay attention to her, “Hey, baby.” Matty lift her up. “This one is Amelia, my daughter.” He introduced her to Amelia, returning his eyes to Y/n’s form sitting on the big couch, not really listening to Carly’s story.

Y/n was in fact listening every word Matty was speaking, the rest of the sounds didn’t reach her ears. She couldn’t quite place what was happening, but she didn’t like it.

“Hi, sweetie.” The voice of the girl made Y/n want to puke. She was young and pretty, she sounded innocent almost. 

Amelia hid her face on Matty’s neck. “She’s shy with new people.”

“It’s fine.” The girl didn’t push, understanding, caring. 

Y/n tried to focus on Carly speaking, she needed to focus on anything else than the new girl. Who is she? What is she doing there? 

Realization hit her, Y/n remembered her. 

The girl standing closer to Matty was the same one she saw pictures early on when he returned from New York. She was the same one walking along his side. Her heart broke. He invited that girl to the first show. Had he been in contact for that long? She needed air. 

Pushed up from her sit, excusing herself with Carly. Y/n tried to make her way to the door. Bathroom was the destination. “Y/n?” Matty asked, worried before her sudden movements.

“Yeah?” She turned around. The pictured before her brought tears to her eyes. Matty, with Amelia in his arms, and the girl. They looked like one of those pictures of happy families. The air was lacking around her. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, Matty. I need to go to the bathroom. Watch Amelia for me, please.” Y/n rushed her words, wanting to leave immediately. Without more interactions or even acknowledging the pretty girl, she was out.

Once inside the bathroom, after the heavy door closed -leaving the noises at the other side-, Y/n focused on her heart pounding. She tried to breathe deeply, but the anxiety was creeping everywhere around her body. The sight of the girl entering the room with Matty came back to the front of her mind, tears strained her eyes.

Y/n tried hard to contain them. She didn’t want to mess up her makeup. The least she wanted was to look like a raccoon around that porcelain skin girl. This is not about her, Y/n thought. Her problem was with Matty.

He lied, and she believed him. ‘What about the past month and a half? All those nights together…only mean something to her? Hasn’t he felt that? Course not’, Y/n mind spiralled around.

Y/n placed her hands on the marble around the sink. She didn’t want to look at herself, at her own eyes speaking all the truth. Y/n swallowed a cry trying to break through. She needed to pull herself together and go back out; make as if anything was going on inside her mind, her heart, and continue to pretend to be his friend. 

A knock distracted her.

“Y/n.” She heard Matty calling her.

“No!” She went for the door, but it was late. He was inside.

Matty took her state in, her body deflating. He exclaimed a quiet, “Baby…”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Y/n took some steps backwards, breaking his heart. 

“Y/n?” He asked, expecting. 

“Please, leave me alone.” She coldly responded.

“Y/n-” He protested.

Y/n shook her head from side to side, without looking at him. “Matty, I-”

“Sweetheart-” Matty came closer, he went to touch her face, Y/n sensed it. She made the space between them even bigger. Matty’s heart stopping for a second. “It’s not-”

Y/n lift her hand, stopping him. “Don’t tell me it’s not what I think it is…I have eyes. I don’t understand.” She was trying really hard to not cry. 

“There’s nothing to understand, baby!” Matty desperately tried.

“Don’t call me baby! No when she’s in the other room-” Y/n bit her lips.

“This is not– She’s not–” Matty didn’t know how to explain everything, how to repair the damage he did. He wanted to push her closer, he needed Y/n. Matty felt hopeless and terrified.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Y/n stated, regaining her coldness. 

Matty felt weak on the knees, “Y/n, please listen to me! This is a mis-” He begged.

“So you can lie to me again? I’m naive, no stupid.” Y/n spat. “I need to go and check on Amelia.” She told him, starting to walk towards the door.

“Amelia is with my mom. She’s okay. Y/n don’t go.” Matty took her wrist. Y/n look at his fingers, and back at his eyes when he started talking. “I invited her way back, wasn’t expecting her to actually show up. She doesn’t mean anything!” He screamed. Matty felt like his words weren’t reaching her. Panic was filling his body, he couldn’t lose her.

“I don’t care, Matty. Let me go.” Y/n said strangely calmed.

“I can’t let you go….how could I?” Matty felt his eyes watering. “No when I’ve just got you back…” Matty spoke softly, loosing strength.

“Don’t-” Y/n protested. “Just stop. Let me go.” She insisted.

“Y/n-”

Someone knocked on the bathroom door behind them. Matty felt rage overtaking him.

“What?!” He shouted, still holding Y/n.

“Matty, are you there?” The stage manager asked. 

Matty breathed in, trying to calm down, he asked, “Yes, what?”

“5 minutes!” The person informed him.

“Fuck!” He swore under his breath.

“I’ll get Mel…” Y/n took her hand out of his embrace.

Matty went to touch her again, screaming, “Y/n!” but she was gone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He started screaming without caring who could hear him.

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Y/n walked all the way to the part of the arena where the seats for the family members of the guys were. After returning to the backstage room, the guys informed her everyone already left since they had to get on stage. George tried to talk to her, but she escaped, she didn’t want to face Matty again.

She showed her pass to the guards, spotting Denise with Amelia on her arms. The girl was there too. Y/n swore inside. 

Y/n didn’t have anything against her –as the same happened with Meredith a month ago– her problem was with the guy of the story.

“Hi, love.” Denise greeted her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Are you sure?” Denise insisted, preoccupied looking at her face.

“Yes, I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

Y/n was trying to keep herself together, expecting the moment to be inside the security of her house to let every emotion out. She was going to use everything inside her to succeed. 

“The show’s about to start.” The girl informed them. Denise looked at both girls, she was paying close attention when Matty’s guest came in and when Y/n stormed out merely seconds after. “Daisy, this is Y/n… Amelia’s mother.” Denise started to make the introductions. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” The girl extended her arm to offer her hand. 

“Y/n, this is Daisy, Matty’s...guest.” Denise concluded.

Y/n wanted to turn around and run until she reached home. “Hello.” She shortly answered, shaking her hand in return for half a second. 

The lights going off interrupted the awkward moment between them. Y/n thanked the universe for it. 

“Mommy!” Amelia, scared, searched for her mother in the darkness. 

“Come here, baby.” Y/n took her from Denise’s arms. “It’s okay, you don’t need to worry! Everything is going to be okay.” She tried to calm her daughter. 

Amelia hid her little face on Y/n’s neck. “Daddy?” She asked, making Y/n breathing stopped. 

“He’s going to appear there…” Y/n pointed towards the stage. “Tell me when you see him, okay?” Y/n was drawing strength from every part of herself. She wanted Amelia to enjoy the show, enjoy seeing her dad perform for the first time, even she was dreading the experience.

Y/n felt Daisy’s sight on her while cooing Amelia. She didn’t care what the girl was thinking about her, her child, or about herself and Matty. She was going to focus on Amelia and only her. 

The lights come back on, Matty make his way to be in front of the microphone place in the middle of the stage. 

“Daddy! Mommy,” Amelia screamed, looking at Y/n. “Daddy!” She pointed at him.

“I know, baby, I know.” Y/n smiled at her excitement. 

“That’s your dad, Mel!” Denise joined the cheers, silence by the millions of people screaming around them. Y/n arranged the noise-cancelling headphones around Amelia’s head. 

The show was going smoothly as planned, even though Matty was barely interacting with the audience. 

When the break for the rest of the band was supposed to happened, Matty took the microphone, shielding his eyes from the lights. 

“There’s someone special here tonight…” He started to speak, still looking on the left side of the stage. People cheered for him, screaming a lot of different things. “I don’t remember the exact place, but-” He rambled. “My little girl is here!” Matty screamed proud. 

The lights around the arena came back on, so he could see better around. Although, Matty wasn’t having it.

“Turn the lights off again!” He demanded. “Please, put your phones aside…” He asked rather politely. “My daughter is watching me and the rest of the band…” Matty made a signal like that last part didn’t matter, making everyone –included Y/n– laugh. “For the first time…” He started walking around the stage, looking down at the floor.  “She’s here, with my mom and her own mother-” The mere mention of her broke Y/n’s heart a little more. “So, as you can see, this is a very special night for me.” 

People started screaming, and proceed to chant Amelia’s name. The girl didn’t understand at first, but when she recognized her name, she started clapping. Y/n joined the mass of people. 

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Matty spoke, bringing his free hand to his heart, looking at the fans. “Back to me now…” The crowd laughed again. “This night is special. There are some things I wish were different, but life is-” Matty stopped his sentence suddenly. “I don’t know.” He finished without making too much sense. 

The rest of the band returned to the stage, Matty stared at them for a second without speaking. “Right, we’re going to play one of Amelia’s favourite songs…which obviously-” He smugly exclaimed. “It’s one written by daddy.” He gained a new round of screams from the crowd. “I hope you like it, baby. I love you!” Matty closed the moment. Y/n felt tears coming down her cheeks, which she dried quickly, so Amelia didn’t notice. 

The first chord of ‘Sincerity is Scary’ started playing around the big venue. Amelia started screaming with excitement filling her little body. Maybe she wouldn’t remember the day, but the happiness was going to be storage on her mind for sure. 

Y/n left the little girl on the floor, so she can dance and to rest her arms for a minute. Denise started singing, which made Amelia look at her grandmother. She grew interested and went to dance with her. 

Amelia’s mother focused on Matty performing. He was dancing around, even though his sight was somehow gone. Y/n shook her head, returning her sight to her daughter. She was dancing happily with Daisy.

Her heart sunk a little inside her chest. Daisy was nice with Amelia, she was tender, which made Y/n felt worse. She wanted to hate her, but it wasn’t possible. 

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Almost midnight, home.

After the concert was done, Amelia had fallen asleep in Y/n's embrace. It was long past her bedtime hour. Y/n felt bad to used it as an excuse to rapidly made her way out of the arena and with the clear idea to return home.

She let her breath out after closing the front door. Tears came to her eyes. It wasn’t on her plans to return home so soon, she would have wanted to celebrate with the guys, with Matty. Thinking about him made her entire body hurt. The memory of him arriving with Daisy still fresh.

Y/n made her way up, to tuck Amelia in her crib. Y/n looked at her own room, and then at Matty’s. She was going back to hers. Another realization sinking in. 

After changing Amelia, she didn’t even have to rock her back to sleep, the girl was so tired she didn’t bother to wake up even when her mother changed her clothes. 

Y/n barely arrived in the kitchen area, when her phone started going off.

“Y/n, thank god! Where are you?” Matty screamed at the other side of the line when Y/n pressed the phone to her ear.

Y/n was still in enough shock to keep her cold front. “Home.”

“Fuck, Y/n! You scared the shit out of me!” Y/n felt bad to made him worried. She felt bad to wanting to give back some of what she felt during the night. 

She explained, “I’d told your mom to tell you. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Bab-” Matty started to say, but hearing Daisy talk at the other end of the line made Y/n to start feeling angry. The reminder she didn’t meant anything to him. 

Y/n cut him, saying, “Amelia is fine, Matty. I’m sorry. Go to your after party-” 

He interrupted her this time, “Fuck, no, I’m not going to that…we need to talk! I have to finish here, and then-” Matty tried again for Y/n to listen. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, Matty. Not now.” Y/n stopped him.

Matty felt panic again. “Y/n…” He begged. 

“I’m going to bed, to my bed.” Y/n informed him; her voice breaking at the end. “Good night, congratulations!” She choked on her words. 

Before Matty couldn’t add a single sound, Y/n hang up the phone and fell forward on the kitchen island, crying her heart out.

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One hour later…

Matty claimed up the stairs, jumping between steps to reach the first floor quicker. He needed to see Y/n, they had to talk. He couldn’t give up without fighting for them.

The house was under a complete silence. Most of the lights gone. Y/n previously informed him Amelia was sleeping. He tried to hurry without making too many noises. 

When he took the last step, finally arriving at the top of the stairs, his heart sank. Y/n’s door was once more closed. A soft glow of light coming from underneath it. Matty moved forward. He pressed his ear to the door, taking the handle without twisting it. 

Y/n was scrolling through some social media, the noise was clear for him. He knocked and all the sounds were gone. 

“Y/n…”

Inside the room, Y/n stared at the close door. He was at the other side, he came home and didn’t go to the party. 

“Baby…” The nickname brought tears to her hurtful eyes. She wanted so much to run to his arms, although she prevented herself from doing exactly that. She stayed placed on her bed, on those foreign surroundings. 

“I know you’re up. I need- We need to talk, please.” Matty tried time again. Y/n felt her tears failing on the comforter. 

She pushed herself up, walking until her feet meet middle ground between the door and her bed. “Go to sleep, Matty.” She whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

“I can’t sleep if we don’t solve this…” 

“Don’t-”

“Y/n.” Matty felt he was running out of resources.  

“Go away.” 

She returned to her bed. Matty decided to give her space, even with his heart broken. He walked all the way to his room with his heart on his hand, ripped. 

Y/n muffled the sound of her sobbing on her hand when she heard his steps walking away. 

Matty pushed his room door open, expecting to magically see Y/n there. Reality was a hard pillow to swallow. His bed felt strange, foreign, unfamiliar without her; he didn’t want to try to get in. 

He moved closer to it, reaching for his pillow, and stopped in the middle of the same action. He leaned forward, reaching for the pillow Y/n used all those weeks sleeping with him. Matty brought it downstairs with him.

Matty was adamant to keep fighting. He felt asleep, after twisting around on the couch, thinking this was only a big misunderstanding. He could fix it, they were going to solve this and returned right back to normality. 

Repeating history two times wasn’t a possibility, Matty reassured himself. 

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Matty left early in the morning only because Jaime called him with an emergency about the tour. He wanted to stay. With a last look-up to the stairs, he left the house.

Y/n felt a wave of ease when she went to wake up Amelia and figured out Matty wasn’t in his room. The door was open, and the bed was already made. She didn’t think he hadn’t slept there. 

Her heart shrank when she saw her pillow on the couch but chose to ignore it as best as she could. 

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The morning was slow, Amelia was playing with her favourite toys around the kitchen and living room making a big mess Y/n didn’t mind. She didn’t have the time or energy to check her phone up to that point. Y/n felt light-headed looking at her notifications. 

“Y/n Y/l/l (Matty Healy’s ex) looking cosy with new secret boyfriend”

“Who’s the boy dinning with Y/n Y/l/l?, the fans of the 1975’s lead singer are wondering.”

Y/n made the big mistake to open Instagram, a waterfall of the same blurry picture of her and Paul having dinner that first date bombarded her eyes. The comments under were beyond nasty. 

Fanx1: Isn’t she supposed to be taking care of Amelia?

Possionmedaddy123: Matty deserves better!

75fan: Fucking hell, she’s ugly!

Personx: Whore.

Marrymematty: Bitch!

Fanxx75: Who’s the guy? Someone knows about him?

And worse. 

Y/n with shaky hands called Grace. 

“Hi, I was about to-” Grace picked the phone right away.

Y/n interrupted her, begging, “Please tell me you can come here.”

“Yes, yes…I was going to. This is madness!” Grace told Y/n. She must have seen the articles and comments as well. 

“I can’t-”

“Babe, breathe!” Grace instructed from the other side of the line.

Y/n tried to breathe deeply, but it was getting harder to breathe normally. “This is too much…”

“Y/n! Stay alive until I get to your house, please!” Grace implored, scared for her friend’s panic moment. 

“Hurry.” Y/n said, cutting the line. 

**********

“Hi, sweetie.” Grace appeared quarter of an hour later.

Amelia brighten when she saw her godmother. “Ace!”

Y/n sat close to her kid. She was trying to distract herself and giving Amelia some attention at the same time. Her mind was racing with too many thoughts about Paul, Daisy, and Matty all together. 

“I don’t understand from where all of this came from…” Y/n started the conversation with Grace.

The friend asked, leaving her coat on a chair,  “You think Paul could've done this?”

“I don’t even know…” Y/n admitted.

Grace continued to think out loud. “It’s been more than a month.”

“I know, this people are horrible!” Y/n remembered all the articles she had been to read with her name on. 

“What Matty said about it?” Grace asked without knowing about the events from the night before.

Y/n feared the moment to share it with her best friend. Specially because she knew she was going to finally took account of what happened and her hurt feelings.

“Matty’s calling you.” Grace said this time, looking at her phone left on the table. She went to answer, but Y/n screamed.

“Don’t answer!”

“What?” Grace stared at her like she suddenly transformed into an alien. 

Y/n shortly told Grace, “It’s long to explain.”

The sound of her phone going off was getting to her nerves. 

“Then do it.”

“I’m going to loss it if I add that to the mix…” Y/n spoke her mind out loud. 

Grace grew impatient. “Y/n, tell me.”

“Fuck.”

The device’s sound ceasing. Matty had cut the line. 

“He invited another girl to the concert.”

“And?” Grace grew confused with every part of the conversation. 

“The same girl he had been seen walking around New York with, people said they were together and-” Y/n bursted into tears. 

“Oh, honey.” Grace approached Y/n on the floor, hugging her. 

Y/n was thankful that Amelia paid no attention to her and Grace.

“He never mean it, Grace.” She said, between tears. “I was just another hookup for him…”

“He told you that? I’m going to rip his ratty-” Grace’s promise wasn’t in vain. 

Y/n cut her, “No, he didn’t…we barely talked, but what should I think if not?” Y/n turned around to look at Grace’s face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Grace expressed from the bottom of her heart. It wasn’t fair to Y/n all the things that were happening. 

Y/n tried to give her the reason about her warnings a month ago, “I should’ve listened to you…”

“No, no…don’t do that to yourself.” Grace made Y/n’s body shake, trying to lose the guilt. 

Grace’s phone going off startled them. Matty was calling Grace now.

“He’s calling me, Y/n.” Grace informed her friend, staring at the screen. 

“Fuck.”

Grace wasn’t sure what to do. “I-”

“Don’t answer.” Y/n repeat her position about answering his call.

“Y/n-”

“Grace!”

They found themselves into an eye battle. Grace felt she had to answer, Y/n didn’t want her to do it. Y/n launched herself for the phone, even though Grace was quicker and ran to the back patio. Amelia called for her, blocking Y/n to go after Grace.

“Hi, Matty.” Grace greeted him, closing the backdoor. 

Matty’s voice was quavering, unsure, when he asked,  “Please tell me you’re with Y/n.”

“I am…”

“Tell her to answer me.” Matty commanded Grace. 

She tried to keep her calm, “She’s not…ready…to talk.”

“Grace, I swear-”

Matty’s tone rubbed her off. “I’m trying to do my best to not send you to fuck yourself, for everything. I’m trying only for her, so don’t push my buttons, Healy!” She warned him.

“She’s not talking to me. I need to talk to her.” Matty was desperate up to that point.

“Matty-”

“Grace, I’m begging you!”

“Matthew…”

“I swear it’s not what’s look like…” Matty tried to play that card. If Y/n wasn’t going to talk to him, at least if Grace knew, he was sure Y/n was going to get the information. 

Grace scoffed. “Paul said the same to her…”

“Don’t compare me with him.” 

“I’m stating facts, Healy.”

“Yeah, your cousin is a wanker. I’d never do that to her, never.”

“Then what happened yesterday?” Grace asked, annoyed. 

“I’m not with Daisy, I had never been. Grace, please put Y/n on the phone.”

“You’re in no place to demand, Matty. If you’re worried about her, don’t. I’m here, I’m staying as long as she needs. Let her breath for a minute, okay?” Grace requested this time.

“Fuck, you’re asking a lot, Grace.”

“I’m not. Do it, for her and Amelia.” Grace said and proceed to hang up the line. 

*******************

Mother and daughter changed scenery since Amelia wanted to watch a movie. 

“What did he say?” Y/n interrogated Grace immediately when she returned.

“He wants to talk with you, girl.”

“I’m not sure if I can face him or that conversation.”

Grace went to sit down. “Mhm.”

“This is all so confusing!” Y/n shielded her eyes, without wanting to cry. 

“Yeah.”

Grace wasn’t sure if talking was doing any good for Y/n, instead she kept her silence watching Tangled with Amelia and Y/n. 

After a few minutes of peace, Y/n’s phone started going off with notifications. She opened the first one, with shaky hands. A new video of the girl and Matty walking side to side after the concert. 

Y/n silenced a sob behind her hand, and looked at Grace. 

“What now?” Grace half screamed.

Y/n turned the device around, showing her. Tears were stringing her eyes. 

“Oh, babes…” Grace left the phone aside, hugging Y/n. “Let it out, I’m here.”

*****************

After Amelia went to have her nap, Grace spoke what she was roaming around inside her mind. 

“I think I should take Mel to my flat again…” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe it’s for the better.” 

“You should come too, Y/n.” Grace advised Y/n.

Y/n rational side talked for her, “No, I- Amelia can’t see me like this, and if Matty comes, and we start fighting or whatever…No, I need to protect her.”

“You need to take care of yourself, Y/n. Being here is not helping…”

Y/n didn’t want to leave the safety of her house, even when Matty was going to be back in a few hours. “I’ll stay in my room.”

“Okay, I’m not happy with this, but you do you.”

“Thank you, Grace. For everything…” Y/n took her hand. 

“Don’t mention it. I love you!”

“Me too, Gracie.” she let her head fell on her best friend's shoulder.

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From Dirty Hit’s office to home (non-stop).

Matty’s first instinct once he returned home was to search for Y/n. She wasn't in the kitchen, or living room, or laundry room. Nowhere around the low level. For a second time in less than 24 hours, he ran upstairs. 

He was sadly convinced she wasn’t going to be in his room, even though maybe she was in Amelia’s room or bathing their daughter. The house was spectrally under silence. Y/n is nowhere, neither Amelia. Matty felt a rush of panic. He took his phone out of his pocket, ready to call her if his last try didn’t work. 

“Y/n?” He knocked on her door.

Silence was the only replied from the other side. 

“Y/n, are you there? Are you okay?” Matty tried. 

Y/n decided to reply, “I’m fine, go away.” Relief wash over his muscles, at least she was at home. 

“Please let me in, I want to check you’re alright…”

Matty found out about the articles and all the videos, he knew very well the effect they had on Y/n. With this new situation between them, it was more than an urgency to speak with Y/n. 

At the other side of the door, Y/n wasn’t panicking or even crying. Her anger was boiling at slow tempo. She marched angrily towards the door, opening it with a sudden movement that Matty didn’t expect.

“I’m doing fucking amazing, don’t you see?” Y/n shouted.

“Baby-” 

It was the first time they saw each other since the fight in the bathroom, at the arena. His hands ache to hold her, to bring her closer. Y/n wanted to push his away, out of her sight. 

“Don’t call me that.” Y/n folded her arms.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to hear it, Matty.”

“I need to tell you.”

Y/n scoffed, turning around, far from him. “Exactly what? That all the past weeks, month were noth-” She stopped, choking on a sob. “Nothing for you.” Y/n rearranged herself, looking at Matty’s eyes with her own full of tears. 

Matty was taken aback from her sayings. “Nothing?” 

“You were with her meanwhile…” Y/n stated as a fact. 

“No!” Matty took a few steps forward into her room. “Of course not! Daisy and I- We never- It wasn’t like that between us. Y/n, we-”

“We what? Right, nothing…it meant the same as the other girls you fucked…” 

“Y/n, you know that’s not true!” Matty insisted on it. 

Y/n let him know, “I don’t know any more after yesterday!”

“Please, listen to me.” Matty continued making himself closer to her. “I would never do that to you, never.” He searched for her eyes, Y/n felt hypnotised by them. “You’re the mother of my baby, you’re my friend…” Y/n went to protest, but Matty stopped her. “You’re the love of my life, Y/n!” Matty finally admitted. 

Y/n felt shocked by it. “You don’t mean that, Matty.”

“I do, I fucking do. I loved you since the first moment I met you…” Matty felt brave enough to hold her face between his hands. “I was a fucking coward, I still am. Well, now I’m trying to fix that. I love you, Y/n. I’ve loved you since the start and never stopped.”

“Don’t say that…” Y/n couldn’t believe it, it was impossible for her. 

Matty felt more sure of himself. “It’s the truth.”

“Why you never said anything?” Y/n whined, losing herself into his eyes. 

“Because…the prospect of losing you, or you hating me- Can’t do, baby.”

“Matty-”

“I mean it.” He leaned forward. 

“I don’t know if I can do this- No right now…” Y/n closed her eyes. It was a lot for only one day. She was feeling quite overwhelmed.

 “Why not? I know you feel it too.” He was sure of it. 

“Matt-”

“Fuck, gorgeous…please.” Matty wasn’t going to stop begging if that was needed for her to returned with him.

“Stop, I need space to think!” Y/n took a step backwards, making his hands fell at his sides. 

“What there’s to think, Y/n? We love each other!”

“A lot there’s to think! Saying you love me doesn’t solve things magically, Matty. My phone is bombarded by your fans telling me how horrible of a mother I am, dating some random guy. Said guy that was fucking other girls while dating me, person I don’t want to hear about, but now I have to. My name is on a handful of articles. Amelia’s privacy, my privacy, it has been violated. Add to the mix the videos of you with that girl-” Y/n let her anger took over.

Matty started to explained about Daisy, “I walked her out of the venue…that was all-”

“Well, they say other stuff.” Y/n exposed what the articles were saying. She knew she shouldn’t believe them, but it was difficult not to sometimes. 

“Y/n, you know better than-”

“Do I? Matty, this is all very confusing…I need time.” Y/n begged. 

“I can give you time, space…everything, but don’t leave me.” Matty reached for her hands. 

“I think it is for the best, Matty. For now…”

“No.”

“Yes, we need to think about Amelia. We were okay when we stopped messing around-”

“We weren’t just-”

”Doesn’t matter now.” Y/n spat.

“It does!”

“Matty, be real.”

“I am!”

“What happens when you get bored of me, of being a…couple, ha? Where am I going to be left? Being just your friend again and the mother of your daughter? Think about Amelia…I don’t want us to mess up with her head.”

“Y/n-”

“What happens when you take onto fucking every single groupie again right where you left it?”

“I don’t want to get back to that, Y/n. Since you are in my life, I’m done with it….since we had Amelia here, I’m done with all that shit. I want the three of us…”

“And yet you kept doing it, Matty”

“You’re not being fair with me. Adam has a family-”

“Adam is Adam, you…are you, Matty.” Y/n bitter tone wounded Matty deeply.

“I would do anything to have you again.”

Y/n tilted her head.“When did you really have me, Matty? We were never…”

“Don’t say it, don’t fucking say it.”

“I’m sorry, Matty. I think it is for the better if I stay with Grace for the night…” Y/n concluded.

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A few days later…

Matty was closing his suitcase, which was placed on top of his bed; a place that stayed untouched for days. Matty had been sleeping on the couch or besides Amelia's crib. He was physically incapable of getting under his sheets. 

He looked around, feeling nostalgic already. Matty had to leave for tour in a couple of hours, before that, George was going to pick him up soon. He didn’t want to leave, not when Y/n and him were barely talking. Matty did his best to give her the space and time she needed, he was sure about his intentions and his past actions. If he had to, he would wait his entire life for her. He was sure she was going to return to be his, this time was different from before. Y/n loved him, he knew. That was what kept him going. Even though, leaving for two weeks was reaping his heart from his chest. 

Matty grew used to the routine of staying home, going to the studio and return to his girls. He was getting old, getting tired of all the hassle of touring. He loved the moment he was on stage, with the fans, but the rest was starting to bother him. Specially since Amelia and Y/n stayed at home. 

The sound of the front door closing, the soft chat of Amelia and Y/n –mostly the mother talking–, brought him back. He took the suitcase, carrying it in one hand while he started walking downstairs. 

Matty left the item close to the door, voices came from the kitchen now. He smiled hearing them interact. He walked slowly there. 

“Hey.” He made himself present. Y/n turned to look at him from the kitchen, closing the refrigerator slowly. 

“Hi.” She answered. 

Matty twisted his hands, anxiously, “George is picking me up in a couple of minutes…” he told Y/n.

“Mhm.” she expressed shortly.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Amelia.” Matty hesitated, wanting to say more, wanting to beg.

“Sure.”

He approached Amelia, interrupting her playtime. “Mel-mel?” He called her attention.

“Daddy!” the little girl said, running to hug him.

Matty rounded her, “Baby, daddy has to go now.” He tried to explain, she looked at him trying to understand. “Daddy is going to miss you so much, Mel.” Matty felt tears coming but fought them, he didn’t want to upset her.

Amelia noticed his change, “Daddy.” she hugged him tight, hiding herself inside his embrace. 

“I know, I know…I’ll see you soon, okay baby?” Matty rocked from side to side, trying to soothe her. 

“No.” she whined. Y/n’s heart breaking a few meters away from them.

“Yes, you’re going to have fun with mommy and aunty Grace.” Matty tried this time.

Amelia wasn’t having it, “Daddy.”

“It’s okay, we’re okay.” 

The doorbell rang, interrupting them. Y/n went to answered it. 

After a short chat, she informed, “Matt, George is outside.”

“I know.”

“Come on, she’ll be fine. I promise.” Y/n approached her daughter and Matty.

He stood up, taking Amelia with him. He turned around, coming closer to Y/n. She stood there, waiting for his actions. He took her cheek on his hand, caressing it. 

“Y/n-” he said, searching for her eyes. 

Y/n contained her tears. It wasn’t the moment. “Not now Matt-”

He rested his forehead on her. If they were going to talk, at least he needed to be close, to touch her after leaving the house. Maybe, like that, she would understand his feelings. 

“Please.” Matty couldn’t stop trying.

“Go and do your thing, Matty.” Y/n said, more sure of herself. “We’ll be here…waiting, and then we will talk, okay?” she promised. 

“Mhm.” Matty agreed, without moving a single muscle. 

Y/n instructed, “Go.”

Matty opened his eyes, looking at her from inches away. “I love you.” he openly expressed.

“Matty.” Y/n softly complained.

“You don’t have to say it, I need to say it.” she nodded.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Matty spoke, and turned to kiss Amelia’s head. “Bye, baby.” He proceeded to pass Amelia to Y/n.

“Daddy, no-” she struggled, reaching for the comfort of Matty’s body. His heart breaking in pieces with the idea of hurting Amelia.

Y/n lulled her, “Shh, baby…it’s okay, mommy is here.” 

Matty walked away, not turning around. If he took one more look at Amelia and Y/n we would refuse to leave the house.

The front door closing down resounded around the house. Amelia started crying harder, Y/n couldn’t contain her tears and joined her. 

“Daddy!” Amelia tried to call him back.

Matty was gone. 

[kate-the1975]

A Girl’s Best Friend // dad!Matty

CW: none! Just fluffiness

WC: 1,836 words

A/N: I’m back! Finally got my writing spark back and I can’t wait to continue sharing my ideas xxx

The soft, hazy light of early morning filtered through the curtains, casting pale beams across the room. You could feel the faint warmth of Matty's body pressed against yours, his arm wrapped around your waist, his breath steady and slow. The house was still—until the sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor broke the silence.

You blinked awake, groggily adjusting to the daylight. Matty, still half-asleep, groaned beside you. You turned to look at the source of the disturbance, a small figure standing at the edge of the bed, clutching her favourite stuffed bunny. Her big eyes—those dark, familiar eyes—were wide, and there was a slight quiver in her voice when she spoke.

"Mummy... Daddy..." Rosie whispered, her small voice thick with sleepiness. "I feel... sick."

You sat up, heart immediately lurching with concern. Matty stirred beside you but remained half asleep, only half aware of the situation.

"Rosie, sweetheart, what's wrong?" You reached out to her, pulling her onto the bed, wrapping her in your arms. She was warm, her forehead resting against your shoulder, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest as she snuggled close.

"I... my tummy hurts," Rosie mumbled, her voice small. She looked up at you with those round, innocent eyes, her face scrunched in discomfort. "It hurts..."

Matty's eyes fluttered open then, his messy curls tumbling over his forehead as he blinked at the scene. "What's going on?" he asked groggily, his voice heavy with sleep. "Is she okay?"

"I think she has a stomach ache," you said, running a hand through Rosie's hair. "Do you feel sick, darling? Do you need some water or...?"

Rosie shook her head. "No..." She hesitated, twisting her fingers around the bunny's floppy ears. Then, after a long pause, she looked up at you, a little tearful, and said in a tiny, nervous voice, "I don't wanna go to play school."

Your heart softened, the knot of worry dissolving slightly. Matty, fully awake now, sat up and rubbed a hand over his face. "Ah, baba...." He leaned down and scooped Rosie into his lap, hugging her tight. "You don't have to be scared, you know that? Play school is fun! You're gonna have a great day."

"But... what if the other kids don't like me?" Rosie's voice quivered, her eyes wide with worry. "What if they don't want to play with me?"

You looked at Matty, both of you reading the same sentiment in each other's eyes: she was just scared. She was only three, but the world felt like a massive place to her sometimes.

"Rosie," you said gently, lifting her chin so she looked at you, "you're so special, sweetheart. And you know what? You're really brave. You'll make friends today, I'm sure of it."

"But what if I don't?" Rosie whispered, her lower lip trembling.

Matty let out a soft chuckle, pulling her close. "Sweetheart, if you don't make a friend today, it's okay. You'll make lots of friends eventually. But I know you're gonna be so good at making new friends because you're funny and smart and kind."

Rosie still looked unconvinced, though. Her stomach ache didn't seem to be a real physical one; it was all in her head. She wanted to stay home with you both, the warmth of the bed, and the safety of familiar arms. She wanted to be with her parents.

Matty glanced at you with a knowing smile. "Hey, love," he whispered, his voice low and comforting. "I think we need to show Rosie how brave she is, don't you?"

You nodded, smiling back. Matty's hand reached over, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Rosie's ear.

"Why don't we do something, huh?" Matty said, his voice teasing but soft. "How about we make a special breakfast—maybe pancakes? You know, the ones with the big smiley faces, like the ones we made last week?"

Rosie's eyes flickered with interest. "The smiley pancakes?" she asked, her voice wavering but curious.

"Yeah, those," Matty grinned. "And after that, we can drop you off at play school together. Mummy and I will be right there, watching you be the star you are."

You could feel Rosie relaxing in Matty's arms, her body no longer as tense. She smiled a little, then yawned, still rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I guess I could go," she said softly, her little face lighting up with a tiny smile. "But... can we do the pancakes first?"

"Of course," you said, laughing softly. "How about this—after breakfast, we'll all go for a walk, and then you can show us all the new things you learned in play school. Deal?"

Rosie nodded eagerly, her earlier fear melting away. "Deal!"

Matty winked at you, his hand gently squeezing yours. You both knew that play school would be a bit of an adjustment for Rosie, but the moment you all shared this morning was one of those small, perfect reminders of how much love and warmth your little family had. Matty's mischievous grin and that sweet, familiar warmth he carried made everything feel like it would be alright.

As the three of you made your way downstairs to start breakfast, the nervousness in Rosie's eyes was already beginning to fade. Today would be a good day.

And maybe, just maybe, the pancakes really would help.

——————————————————————————

The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen, and Rosie had perked up considerably. She was now sitting at the kitchen table, her legs swinging excitedly beneath her, a half-eaten smiley face pancake on her plate. The soft clinking of cutlery and the hum of morning chatter surrounded you as you came down the stairs, dressed and ready to bring Rosie to school, as Matty flipped another pancake, humming one of his songs under his breath.

Rosie had been more quiet than usual, but it was clear her nerves were slowly slipping away. Every now and then, she would glance up at Matty, her little face lighting up with a mixture of awe and affection. You could see the shift happening in her—her earlier worries about play school starting to unravel.

Matty sat down beside her, placing a fresh plate of pancakes in front of her. "Alright, love, how are we feeling now?" he asked, ruffling her hair as he slid into the seat next to her.

Rosie poked at her pancakes for a moment before looking up at him, her big dark eyes meeting his. She bit her lip, thinking hard, then suddenly smiled and said, "Daddy..."

Matty looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"You're my best friend," Rosie said, her voice full of sincerity. "You always make me feel better."

Matty's face softened, a warm smile spreading across his features as he blinked, clearly caught off guard. "I'm your best friend?" he asked, his voice a little softer than usual.

"Yeah," Rosie nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing with the movement. "You make me laugh, and you're always nice to me. And when I'm scared... you're there."

You watched the exchange, your heart swelling. Matty, of course, was completely smitten. There was something about being called best friend by your three-year-old daughter that was bound to melt anyone's heart. And for Matty, a man who often expressed himself through music and words, those simple but genuine words meant more than anything.

Matty leaned over and pulled Rosie into a big hug, squeezing her tightly. "Well, you're my best friend, too," he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "Always."

Rosie hugged him back, squeezing her little arms around his neck. "So I don't have to be scared of play school anymore, right?"

Matty pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes, his fingers gently brushing a curl from her face. "Of course not. You've got your daddy and mummy, and we're always with you, okay? Even when you're at play school. You can think of us whenever you need us."

Rosie's eyes brightened, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Okay!" She gave her dad a big smile, and her whole demeanour seemed lighter. She then turned to you, her little hand reaching across the table to grab yours.

"Mummy, I think I'm ready," she said, her voice full of newfound confidence.

You smiled at her, squeezing her hand in return. "I think you are, love."

Matty looked at you with a proud grin, raising his eyebrows as if to say, See? She's ready. Then, leaning back in his chair, he chuckled softly. "Guess we've got a play school champion on our hands, huh?"

You laughed along with him. "Yeah, I think so. I'll bet she's going to have a blast today."

After a few more bites of pancakes, Rosie climbed down from her chair, still clutching her bunny, and headed toward the living room to gather her things for school, having gotten her dressed while Matty made the first place of pancakes, she was raring to go. Matty stood up to follow her, his hand resting on your shoulder as he leaned down and kissed your temple.

"She's amazing," he whispered, his voice low but full of affection. "She's so strong, and she doesn't even know it yet."

You nodded, leaning into him. "She's got you to thank for that, I think."

Matty smiled, his eyes softening. "Maybe. But she's her own person, too. She's got that fire in her that we don’t have."

You watched as Rosie, now a little more sure of herself, came back into the kitchen with her tiny backpack, her bunny tucked safely under one arm.

"I'm ready!" she announced proudly, her earlier hesitation completely gone.

Matty crouched down to her level, adjusting the straps of her backpack. "Alright, champ. You're going to have an amazing day. And when you get home, you can tell us all about it, yeah?"

Rosie nodded, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Okay, Daddy! You and Mummy will be there to pick me up, right?"

"Of course," Matty said, his voice full of warmth. "We wouldn't miss it."

As you all walked to the door, Rosie gripping your hand with her tiny one, Matty gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Remember, you're my best friend, and you're gonna do great. I'm so proud of you."

Rosie beamed up at him, her little heart full of love and courage, and with one last wave goodbye, she was off to the car ahead of you—off to take on her day, her fears forgotten, and her confidence restored.

Matty watched her go for a moment, his expression filled with a mixture of pride and tenderness. You caught his gaze, your eyes meeting his with a quiet understanding.

"Best friends, huh?" you whispered with a smile.

He nodded, his hand sliding into yours before you and Rosie headed on the road. "Best friends. And she's the best thing that’s ever happened to me."

[fallingforel]

ooh have i got something exciting for tommorows christmas prompt…hint it’s a little smutty…little dad…and a little george.

that’s all your getting.

don’t say i don’t treat you 😉

love el xx

[crushculture03]

Heyyy, I love your writing!!

Can I request matty at the birth of baba 😆😆

Be My Baby

Summary : You go into labor with your and mattys first child.

Pairing : Matty Healy x afab!reader

Warnings : Cursing, Pregnancy, giving birth, anxiety, pain.

Notes: Loved this idea that was requested! also since i’ve never had a child the way she gives labor may be inaccurate, im going off of just the basics lol!

"Matty where are you" you groan into the phone as another contraction hits you."Hey baby! I'm at the studio, is everything ok?" he asks, "My water broke while i was making lunch" you yell into the phone as you brace yourself for another contraction. Mattys eyes go wide as he hears the news, "Holy shit, okay baby I'll be right there" he says and quickly grabs all his things, before rushing out the door. "Hurry" you shout before hanging up the phone.

Matty swears he's never driven faster, he was surprised no cops had pulled him over during his race home. He quickly parks the car and runs into the house, "Y/N" he shouts, "In here" you yell from the living room. He runs into the room to find you curled up, as much as possible, on the couch. "Hey baby, it's ok, lets get you up and to the hospital ok?" matty says, trying to remain calm for your sake, even though he's internally freaking out.

He helps you carefully sit up from the couch, and guides you to the car, making sure to grab your hospital bag before locking up the house. "I can't believe she's gonna be here soon" you say, as you place your hands on your swollen belly. "I know it's crazy!" matty responds, trying his best to focus on the road.

When you two finally arrive at the hospital, Matty helps you into the reception area and up to the front desk. "Hello, My wife is in labor" he says to the nurse, "Let me go get a wheel chair for her and I'll take you guys up to labor and delivery" the nurse says, quickly hurrying off to get the wheel chair. You squeeze mattys hand tight as you feel another contraction coming on, "Breathe baby its ok" he whispers, trying to soothe you. As soon as the contraction started, it ends and the nurse appears with the wheel chair. Matty helps you sit down, before taking the handles from the nurse and following her as she leads you  to your room.

"I'll give you these to change into, and then a labor and delivery nurse will be right in to set everything up!" the nurse said, as she handed you a hospital gown. "Thank you" you say as you grab the item from her, "Of course! Congratulations you two!" she says, before closing the door behind her. "Do you need any help changing?" Matty offers, "I should be fine, but thank you baby" you say.

After getting changed and being hooked up to about a million different machines, you were finally able to relax a bit, but not too much, as your contractions had been getting worse and worse. "Matty" you whimper, he quickly rushes up to you "Hey baby" he whispers, gently brushing some of your hair from your forehead. "I'm scared" you confess, the idea you were about to push another human out of your body terrified you beyond belief, you weren't sure if you would be able to do it. Mattys face fell when he heard that, "Oh baby" he says, before gently taking your shaking hand in his. "You are the strongest women I've ever met, if anyone can do this its you, and I'll be here the whole time. I can't even imagine what you're going through right now, but just know when everythings done our daughter is going to be here" he says. You tear up at his kind words "I love you matty" you say, "I love you too honey" he responds back, and places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

After about an hour of watching T.V and cuddling with Matty, the doctor told you it was time to push. Your heart sped up as you saw all the nurses walk into the room; it was quite an overwhelming amount of people to have around just for one baby you thought.

"Baby it'll be ok" matty said, trying to calm you down, "How do you know that Matthew? You're not the one pushing a child out of your body!" you snap, the nerves and hormones getting to you. "Ok Y/N you ready?" the doctor said from between your legs. You look between her and Matty, before nodding your head. "Ok on the count of three you're going to push ok?" she said, "1,2,3 PUSH" the doctor yelled. You used every ounce of strength you had in your body to push. "Good just like that, ready to do it again?" the doctor says, once again you push and push and after what feels like hours theres still no baby.

Your eyes well up with tears, utterly exhausted from pushing, you look up at matty "I-i can't do it matty I'm not strong enough " you say as you loosen the grip on his hand. "Baby don't say that, you are incredibly strong, you're so close, she's almost here, remember 5 more minutes of pain for a lifetime of happiness" he says, before placing a kiss on your now sweaty forehead.

You take a deep breathe before signalling to the doctor that you're ready to push again. "Ok Y/N two more pushes then she should be here" your doctor says, before counting down. You use your last remaining energy to push once more, "I see her head, you can do it just one last push" the doctor says. You push again and a few seconds later the loud cries of a baby fill the hospital room. "Baby you did it!" Matty says, as he looks over at you in awe. "Congratulations Mum and Dad you have a beautiful baby girl" the doctor says.

After Matty cuts the embicoal cord and the nurses clean and check the baby, you finally get to do the one thing you've wanted to do for the past 9 months, you get to hold her.

The nurse gently places your blanket wrapped daughter into your arms. You look down at the tiny baby and tears of joy begin to spill from your eyes. "Hey baby" you coo before placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. You look up at your husband, who also has tears streaming down his face, and pat the spot next to you telling him to sit down. He carefully lays next to you in the hospital bed, one arm around your shoulders while the other is around your arm that's holding the baby.

"She's perfect" you whisper, still in awe that your daughter was finally in your arms, "She is" he says. You finally break your gaze away from your daughter, and look up at your husband, "I love you" you say. Matty looks up at you and smiles "I love you too, you're amazing y/n I hope you know that" he says before placing a kiss on your temple.

The baby stirs in your arms and slowly opens her eyes, "Hey baby, its us Mommy and daddy" you coo, as you stroke her small cheek, "We love you so much little one" Matty says, and for a split second you think you see her smile before she closes her eyes once more.

"We never decided on a name" you say, of course you and matty had thought about names but never settled on one. "How about Emma?" he suggests, you look at him then to the baby in your arms, "I like that" you say. "Welcome to the world Emma Healy" you say, before looking back up at your husband. You lean your head against his as both of you silently admire the sleeping baby in your arms.

[insidemymind19]

How about reader having really really bad morning sickness and he has to leave for tour but he organises charli and Carly to come round for a girls night to cheer you up

Omg I love this thank you for the request I’m slowly working my way through my request thank you all for your patience 🫶

Tw: talks of pregnancy and sickness

From the moment you found out you were pregnant with you and Matty’s first baby you were struck down with horrible morning sickness although calling it ‘morning’ sickness was a bit pointless as it was more like all day sickness getting so bad to the point your boss had given you a few days off work since you couldn’t sit at your desk for longer than 5 minutes. So here you were another day leant over the toilet exhausted, matty watches from the bathroom door his heart breaking at what you have to go through all day knowing in a matter of hours he has to leave for the next leg of tour. Kneeling beside you placing a hand on the small of your back he whispers in your ear “hey angel our girl giving you a rough time again” you nod but say “matty go back to bed you have to leave for tour in a few hours” your voice cracking at the thought of him leaving. He chuckles softly and states “baby you really think I’d be able to sleep whilst your in here on your own you’re mad” making you crack a smile at his sternness, “there she is” “ why don’t you try get a few more hours sleep angel” you nod in agreement standing up to brush your teeth, Mattys hands on your waist guiding you back to bed.

Your awoken by the sound of Matty walking round the room packing (last minute as always) you sit in silence admiring the beautiful shirtless man in front you his curls untamed and product free just the way you like them. Matty, the father of your child the love of your life. He smiles brightly when he notices your staring “morning baby you feeling better now” you nod your head as you do feel a bit better physically but emotionally you’re a wreck. Of course matty can tell he knows your body language better than anyone, he moves so he is back beside you in bed arms wrapped round your trembling body as he reassures you that you’ll be fine and he’ll call, text at every opportunity and you know he’s telling the truth obviously you’ve been doing this for years the pair of you but this time feels different, like you can’t cope without him here, as you vocalise these thoughts his heart breaks into pieces for you. He cooks up a plan in his head to invite Carly and Charli round because not only are they your best friends but they’re also In the exact same situation you are.

As you get ready for the day (as best you can without throwing up) matty texts the girls explaining the situation and asking them to come over later. Obviously they agree charli even offering to stay for a few days so you’re not alone which matty is entirely grateful for.

Then comes the part you’ve been dreading all day matty telling you his lift is here “I’m going to miss you so much” you state tears streaming down your face “I know I’m going to miss you too” matty says sincerely, hands on your waist drawing soft patterns on the side of your stomach bending down to place a kiss on your stomach before returning his lips to yours stating your “I love you’s” before he has to disappear down the stone driveway.

Now a few hours later your sat on your sofa where you have been most of day with one hand on your little bump the other replying to matty telling you their flight has just landed. Your confused when you hear a knock on the door as you’re not expecting anyone, rising slowly from your spot as not to get dizzy you make your way to the front door shocked when you see Charli and Carly stood in front of you with everything you could need for a girls night. “What are you doing here” you exclaim excitedly as you ingulf them in a hug explaining that matty had asked them to come keep you company, you’re overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

Your back sat on your spot on the sofa Charli explaining that she’s going to stay for a few days to help you whilst Carly pours you some drinks (non alcoholic of course.) Your evening consists of gossips, laughs talks about the future truly making you feel better.

Once you’re settled in bed you send matty a message as Carly had informed you before she left that they were heading to soundcheck

‘Matty thank you so much truly for that I had no idea how badly I needed it I’m so grateful and I’m so unbelievably in love with you xx’

Got a bit carried away with this. Not even sure if I like it but thank you so much for reading ❤️

[yourtouchismidas]

Ok sorry I just submitted the 🍃 blurb without reading that you were re-opening blurbs for George only, is this for RG verse or other? Because maybe you could do like Gigi phoning George to look after her if she's tried drugs or weed for the first time and is freaking out, because she's too scared to tell her parents.

no worries at all, i'm combining this with your first message and doing something in between!

gigi has been with her friends in the park. they're nice friends, good friends, but she is sixteen and they are all curious. they want to try it. and one of the boys has managed to pick up. one of them is a smoker so he knows how to roll, and then they all sit there staring at the joint like, what do we do now?

"gigi you're dad's a bit of a druggo isnt he?" one of the boys says, "you go first."

"he was," gigi says, hitting him playfully, knowing its a joke. they all love matty, the boys being slightly scared of him, especially the one who fancies gigi and wants to make a move. "but he quit hard stuff ages ago and weed when i was too young to remember really. so i dont fucking know."

eventually, one of them lights it, and they take turns toking, the smoker teaching the others how to make sure they take it back into their lungs. they cough and splutter and laugh, but start to feel the effects of it, heads tingling, thoughts hazing, everything becoming funny. gigi feels that too. until she sees someone across the park looking at them. what does he want. does he know they're high. and underage. is he looking at just her. does she know him.

her whole body goes hot as panic rushes through her. her heart starts beating in her chest. the guy who was staring moves on. but she cant shake it. she looks around at the empty park, terrified someone else is gonna come.

"guys," she manages to whisper, "guys i'm freaking out."

"oh shit," one of her friends says, one of the girls who wasnt really feeling anything, but just pretending to to fit in with the vibe. the others are all laughing. telling her to calm down. saying its fine. she starts breathing heavy and then they take notice. someone gives her a sip of coke for sugar but it doesnt work. her friend tells her when to breathe in and out.

"please call someone," gigi says, in between breaths. her head is swirling.

"your dad?"

"no!" she says quickly, she passes them her phone. "call my uncle please. my uncle george."

george turns up about half an hour later in an SUV, with dark sunglasses on. gigi has calmed down since they called, just feeling better knowing that he was coming. the other kids stare at him, this aging rockstar, and whisper to gigi to ask he will get them in trouble.

"course not. it's why i called george," she says.

he has hopped out the car and is walking over and she walks to meet him. he opens his arms and she falls into them. smelling the comforting smell of his washing powder and cigarettes.

"you okay kiddo?"

"yeah," she says, pulling back and looking at him.

"scared me," he says. then he nods at her friends as a greeting. they all stared, open mouthed, in awe. he still looks effortlessly cool, even nearing fifty, still as much a rockstar as ever.

"i was panicking," she says, "but i'm feeling better now."

"yeah," george says, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, "that will happen. you guys all alright?"

gigi's friends nod and say yes, and thank you, while george bobs his head.

"what you smoked?"

"just weed," one of the boys says.

george laughs, "yeah i know that. i mean kind. and what dealer?"

they shrug. they dont know what kind. they tell him what the dealer looked like.

"oh god," george says, puffing on his smoke, "dont use him. you want weed gus," he turns to gigi, "you come to me okay?"

"really? even with matty..."

"yeah, you need matty's permission first."

gigi rolls her eyes. "he's gonna kill me, george, you know that."

"yeah," george says, "but he's not gonna be happy with me either. so let's go. face him together."

he nods towards the car and gigi waves to her friends and hops in. she giggles when george starts driving, picturing the way her dad is going to yell at her, her mum and shay's concerned looks, the babies clamouring around her asking what weed is and crying that its not fair gigi got some and they didnt.

"what you laughing at?" george says.

"i dont really know, i'm about to get bollocked," she says, spluttering.

"yeah, that'll happen too," george says. soon he is laughing at her laughing. and both of them can't stop.

matty appears at the doorstep after seeing george's car roll up and gigi in the window.

"what's gone on here?" he says. he comes closer and holds gigi's face so he can get a better look at her red eyes.

"skunk," george says, and the two of them both try to hold back laughter.

"george?! you gave my daughter..."

"no no no, not me. sorry. should've been more clear. she did it with her friends and was panicking a little so i picked her up."

matty's eyes widen. he frowns. he's mad. oh he's mad.

"get in the house," he snaps, pointing to the open door behind him.

"right, i'll get going then," george says.

"nope. you too. in," matty says.

"it was gigi who did it," george says, pouting like a child.

"yeah and what good examples i've had," she says, and then her and george both start laughing.

"in. now." matty says. they go. george says as he is passing, "you need to teach her how to pick good stuff." which earns him a slap on the back of the head.

[whimsicalpolitical]

GIRL dad Ross please xxx

ross’ baby girl having a nightmare

It’s well past two in the morning, and the house is still, save for the quiet creak of the bathroom door. Ross rubs his towel-damp hair, eyes heavy, looking forward to finally slipping into bed next to you. You’re already fast asleep, curled up in the duvet, and he smiles softly at the sight. Just as he’s about to switch off the hallway light, a faint sniffle catches his ear.

His brows furrow, and he follows the sound down the hall to where your daughter’s door is slightly ajar.

“Love?” Ross calls out gently, his voice low. Another sniffle answers him.

He steps into her room and finds her sitting up in bed, her small frame trembling under the pink covers. Her cheeks are wet with tears, her little fists rubbing at her eyes. His heart tightens at the sight.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, crouching down beside her bed, his hand resting on her tiny shoulder. “What’s all this? What’s got my darling crying at this hour?”

“Had a bad dream, Daddy.”

Ross's face softens immediately.

“Did you now?” He scoops her up into his arms with ease, her small body curling into him as if she’s meant to be there. “C’mere, love. Let’s get you sorted, yeah?”

She clings to him, pressing her face into his chest, her little hands gripping onto his shirt. “Wanna sleep with you and Mummy,” she mumbles between soft sobs.

“’Course you do,” Ross murmurs, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead. “Can’t blame you. Let’s go see Mummy then. No more bad dreams, not while I’m around.”

He carries her down the hall, cradling her gently in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder. As he pushes open the door to your room, the soft creak of the hinges makes you stir.

“Ross?” Your voice is groggy, barely awake as you roll over to face him. “What’s going on?”

Ross crosses to the bed, your daughter still snug in his arms. “Bad dream.”

You sit up a little, your eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the room.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you murmur, holding your arms out for her.

She squirms out of Ross’s hold, practically diving into your lap. “Mummy!” she cries softly, burying her face in your neck.

“Shh, it’s alright, love. Mummy’s here.” You rub her back in slow, comforting circles, pressing a kiss to her temple. “What happened, hm? Did you have a bad dream?”

“Monsters.”

“Ah, monsters, eh?” Ross says as he climbs into bed next to you both, his arm sliding around your shoulders. “Well, they’re no match for us, are they? Daddy’s here, Mummy’s here... they won’t stand a chance.”

You smile softly at him, your hand still smoothing over her back as she starts to relax in your arms. “No monsters in here, baby. Just us.”

“And in my room? Are there monsters?”

Ross exchanges a quick glance with you, his lips twitching in amusement. “No monsters, sweetheart, I promise.”

She’s quiet for a second, then looks up at him with wide, imploring eyes. “Daddy… go look, please?”

“Can’t say no to that, can I?” he says, his voice soft and full of love. “Right then. I’ll go check, just to be sure.“

He gently untangles himself from the duvet, his hand brushing against your arm as he rises from the bed. You watch as he pads back down the hall, his tall frame silhouetted against the low light. Your daughter sits up slightly, her eyes glued to the door, waiting.

Ross is back within moments, though he makes a bit of a show of peeking his head around the doorway first, his face stern and serious.

“All clear, loves,” he says, stepping back into the room with a theatrical sigh of relief. “Checked every spot in the room and I even took a look under your bed. Not a monster in sight.”

Your daughter’s eyes widen in awe. “Really?”

“Really,” he says, giving her a firm nod as he climbs back into bed. “Even had a good knock ‘round, just to make sure.”

She beams up at him, her fear all but forgotten, and curls back into your arms. “Thanks, Daddy.”

“Anytime, darling. Got to keep my girls safe.”

You smile, watching as your little girl hold Ross’ hand as she settles in between the two of you. She closes her eyes and mumbles “no monsters.”

“No monsters,” you repeat, leaning down to kiss her forehead before you move to Ross’ lips.

“You’re amazing,” you whisper.

“So are you.”

Ross’ palms are endlessly gentle as they cradle your head, keeping you close while he kisses each spot on your face. His beard scrapes against your skin.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you both look down at your girl.

“This is lovely, isn’t it?” He asks, brushing the hair off the already sleepy little girl.

You hum, reaching for the table at your bedside to turn off the lamp, “it is,” you say, kissing his cheek one more time.

“Sleep?”

“Yeah,” you laugh.

“Come here then.”

You both cuddle as much as the space allows, still appreciative of your family moment this night.