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We don't know anything about girls! (Oscar Piastri)

Lucas and Jack take the job of protecting their sister very seriously

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"Daddy, we have a question for you", Lucas said as he and Jack sat at the table, ready to have lunch.

"Sure, what is it you want to ask me?", Oscar offered as he served up their plates with some broccoli, pasta and salmon.

"Mummy is the one that had us, right? We were both on her tummy - not at the same time though - and then she had us", Lucas wondered.

"Yes, mummy was the one that grew you in her tummy", Oscar smiled as he remembered both of your pregnancies. He knew it wasn't comfortable all the time, and there were many instances where you didn't feel so good, but he would spend the whole time in awe at you and what your body was doing for your family.

"Okay, so we have to talk to mummy", Jack reasoned with Lucas, who nodded back at him.

"Why do you need mummy, was my answer not enough?", Oscar wondered.

"It was enough, daddy, don't worry! But if we want a baby brother or sister, we have to talk to mummy first", Lucas stated as if he was saying they were going to ask you to change their bedroom curtains.

"You want a sibling?", Oscar questioned them both, wondering if they had been eavesdropping on you and him.

When one of Oscar's sisters had her baby a couple of months ago, you and Oscar both felt like adding another one to your flock, discussing it in bed that night. It wouldn't be so bad, especially now that both your and Oscar's careers were settled and your schedules were far more predictable. The boys seemed to think the same.

"Yes, do you think mummy will like the idea? She always said her feet hurt a little when it was towards the end", Lucas tsked, "and you, daddy? Would you like to have a another baby?", he wondered.

"Yes, I would - I'll tell you what, when mummy gets home from work, we can ask her about it, okay?", Oscar suggested, seeing the boys agree before eating the food in their plates, smiling to himself at the possibility of your growing family.

By the time you got home, you were just about to catch Oscar putting the boys down for the night, "night night, boys, I hope you have sweet dreams", you kissed both of their foreheads.

"We need to talk to you tomorrow, mummy, we have something to ask you", Lucas offered.

"Okay, it can wait until tomorrow, buddy - sleep tight!", you combed his hair with your fingers.

Closing the door behind you, you walked up to your bedroom, starting to get rid of your work clothes, "Osc? Can you help me with these buttons, please? I can't even lift my arms", you groaned, "I'm so tired".

Your heard your husband's feet pad out of the ensuite bathroom and approach you, his fingers undoing the buttons at the nape of your neck so you could take the shirt off.

"There you go, love", he offered, leaving a kiss in there.

"Thank you - both for this and for doing the nightime routine with the boys, I'm sorry I couldn't be home earlier, but the last lady had this nasty contracture that wouldn't go anywhere no matter how much I pulled and worked every trick of the book", you sighed as you grabbed your pyjamas from under your pillow so you could put them on.

"Don't worry - it was all fine", Oscar assured, "you did miss the quesion they wany to ask you tomorrow though".

"Is it something for school?", you wondered, getting up from the bed with only one leg of your pyjama pants on.

"No, it's not - you can't do anything about it, not now anyway", your husband chuckled as he watched you quirk your eyebrow.

"Do I want to know what it is about? You're scaring me a little", you mused.

"The boys want to ask you for a little brother or sister", Oscar stated, "they checked with me to know if you were the point person they should go to".

"Because I'm the only one?", you giggled, adjusting the sleeves on your shirt so you could wash your face and brush your teeth.

"You grew them in your tummy, and Lucas remembered how much your feet hurt so they want to know if you would be comfortable with having another one", Oscar offered, getting in the bed and pulling the comforter up to his waist.

"You're saying that as if it only takes me to make a baby", you spoke after spitting the toothpaste on the sink, wiping your mouth on the towell to get rid of the remnants.

"They said it like that, not me - but to be fair, they did ask if I would like to have another baby", he added.

Rubbing the cream on your cheeks, you walked back to the bedroom area, turning the light off with your elbow before you sat down next to Oscar, "it's cute, though, that they don't want to just go and ask for a sibling because they understand it's not like that", you said as you snapped your fingers.

"Would you? We talked about it a while ago, but then you had the check-ups and the doctor advised us to not go for it yet until we knew for sure you were all good", Oscar mused, grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers on his lap.

"Yes, I think I would. We know I'm all good and all my parts are working just fine, so I'm in if you are", you replied back.

"I'm in too, I miss having a little baby and the sight of you carrying our baby", he smirked, "and the process of making a baby is very fun".

"Oscar!", you swatted his chest.

"We're always telling the boys they should always tell the truth - was I supposed to lie?", he defended himself.

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"Don't fall asleep, Jack, okay?", you said as you noticed your son nearly falling asleep on his car seat, "we're almost home, love!".

"I wasn't falling asleep", he admitted, blushing at having been caught with his eyes closed and his cheek on his shoulder.

"I know you weren't, but I just wanted to check anyway", you winked through the rearview mirror, playing along with him.

On the days Lucas had violin practice, Oscar was the one to take him there from school and then back home, which meant you only had to pick Jack up from pre-school before going home, which also allowed each of the boys to have one on one time with you.

Encouraging Jack to stick to his routine, you watched him hang his jacket and leave his shoes on the wardrobe by the door before he took hi backpack to the kitchen so he could empty the snack box.

"Are you not feeling better, mummy?", Jack asked you as he walked inside the kitchen, noticing the bag from the pharmacy on the counter, "did the doctor give you medicine to take?".

"I'm feeling so and so, but the doctor at the pharmacy told me something else", you crouched down so you could be at the same level as your son, "can you keep a secret?".

Jack nodded eagerly, showing you his ear so you could only tell him the secret before he realise you two were alone, "Oh, we don't need to whisper, and this way you won't tickle my ear", he admitted with a blush, "tell me, mummy!".

"Mummy hasn't been feeling well, and when I spoke to the doctor at the pharmacy, she seemed to think that maybe I have a baby in my tummy", you smiled, "I need to take a test to know for sure".

"A baby? The one me and Lucas asked you and daddy for?", he beamed.

"Yes, that one - should I take the tests now?", you grabbed the boxes from the bag.

"Yes, mummy, yes! How do you do it?", he wondered.

"Mummy needs to go to the bathroom", you tapped his nose, "I'll open the door as soon as I'm done, okay?", you offered before stepping inside the service bathroom by the stairs.

"Are you okay, mummy? Do you want help?", Jack asked as you could hear him walk along the corridor.

"I'm nearly done, Jack, just need to clean a little mess up I did here", you offered, doing what you needed to do and complying with all the instructions.

"It's okay, mummy, I also make a mess sometimes and you always tell me that as long as I clean up after myself, it's okay", he comforted you.

Giggling to yourself at his words, you washed your hands again before opening the door, revealing Jack waiting for you.

"When do we know?", your son asked as he looked at the plastic tests by the sink.

"In a few minutes", you answered.

"Will you be sad if it says you're just sick?", Jack muttered.

"Well, you and Lucas asked for a sibling some time ago and it would be nice if it was actually the case, right?", you tested the waters, now wondering if it was the right move to tell Jack what you were doing. You felt like you could deal with the negative result should it be the one to come up, but maybe your little boy wouldn't.

"I really want a baby brother or sister, and I know Lucas also wants one a lot, but we can wait", he offered, almost sounding like a grown up while he grabbed your hand.

Once the timer on your watch beeped, you turned the tests around checking for their validity before looking at the result.

"Are you pregnant or are you sick, mummy?", Jack questioned, looking at the tests on your hands, "what does it mean?".

"This means I'm pregnant, Jack", you smiled before setting the tests down once he jumped on your arms.

"I'm going to be a big brother!", he squealed, hugging you tightly.

"You are, buddy - are you excited?", you mused.

"I am! I can't wait to tell daddy and Lucas!", Jack smiled back at you.

Setting him back down on the floor, you grabbed the tests, "we could surprise them with something funny - what do you think?", you suggested, heading with him to the playroom so you could get started on it.

Oscar and Lucas arrived just as you were finishing the last touches of the surprise, calling your names.

"We're upstairs in the playroom!", you called back before turning to Jack, "you have to wait for Lucas or daddy to read your t-shirt, okay?".

Lucas was the first to get to the room, coming up to you to hug you and kiss your cheek, "and the teacher said I did really well!".

"That's amazing, buddy!", you congratulated after he told you all about his day.

"Hello, guys!", Oscar greeted, and judging by the bottle of water on his hands, he has stopped by the kitchen before he joined you, "how was your day?", kissing Jack's cheek.

"We didn't do anything special - it was like every day that mummy picked me up while Lucas was at his lessons", Jack told in a nonchalant way, earning a wondering expression on your husband's face as he looked you.

You shrugged your shoulders and kissed Oscar's lips, letting him press his lips on your forehead right after.

"Do you feel better? You don't look so bad anymore", he reasoned as he rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Geez, thank you, Oscar", you chuckled, "but I feel good now", you smiled.

Lucas looked intrigued as he looked at Jack, "why does his t-shirt say he has an expiring date? What's an expiring date, daddy?", he asked as he pointed.

"I'm no longer the little one!", Jack yelled excitedly, leaving Oscar and Lucas a little lost.

"We know you're grown up, buddy - It's when something is not good anymore or when it has an end date...", Oscar offered.

"No, daddy, you're not getting it! I'm no longer the little brother of the family because mummy has one inside her tummy!", he clarified.

Lucas gasped before he ran to you, hugging your legs and resting his cheek on your tummy, "is it true?".

"Yes, love - we're going to have another baby in the family!", you smiled, brushing his hair with your fingers before you felt Jack hug your side.

"I guess there's only me left then", Oscar gestured, hugging you from your back and resting his hands on your tummy, "we're having another baby, Y/N, I love you", he kissed your cheek, hugging you tightly.

Once Jack pulled away, Oscar finally got a proper glimpse of the t-shirt that stated the announcement, reading at the "Little brother: expiring date in some months!" t-shirt the little boy wore.

"Did you do this just now? Since when do you know?", Oscar mused, now finally getting ti hug you properly since the boys had let you go.

"Mummy took the tests when he got home, and then we came here to cut the print and iron letters", Jack offered.

"Yes, not long, I'm not sure it has settled in yet", you mumbled, "another little one, Osc, I love you", you kissed his lips.

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"Boys, remember what we told you, okay? People are healing and resting, so we have to be quiet and be on our best behaviour, okay?", you checked with them as they got out of the car.

"We will, mummy", Lucas assured you while he held his hand with Jack's, keeping him close as he held Oscar's hand with the other one.

You registered yourself in and then were led to the right exam room, following the orders to lay on the bed and lift your top.

"The bump is bigger, isn't it?", Jack asked as his curious hands touched your skin, stroking it and taking the opportunity to leave a few kisses there.

"It is, little one is growing very well!", Oscar offered.

A knock on the door alerted you to it, seeing the technician step inside the room, "Good morning! How is everyone feeling today?", she asked.

"Hello! We're here to see if we're getting a baby sister or a baby brother!", Lucas offered as he swung his legs on the chair.

"That's right! Are you ready, Y/N?", she asked you with a rub on your shoulder before pulling the kart with the ultrasound machine and laptop with her and sitting on the stool next to your bed.

"Yes, very ready and very excited", you smiled.

"Which one do you think they are, baby brother or baby sister?", the technician asked your boys while squeezing the gel on your tummy.

"Come here, sit on daddy's leg instead of mummy's lap so we can see the baby on the screen there", Oscar explained to Jack.

"I don't know, we're both boys, what is that thing that nana always says? It's like there's always a third", Lucas tapped Oscar's arm as he sat next to them.

"Nana always says that there isn't a second without a third", Oscar clarified, "usually means that when there is a second one, there's always a third one".

"So you think it's a boy?", the technician hummed, moving the wand around, "well, your mummy will still be outnumbered by you guys, but she'll have a little friend to help her! You're having a babygirl!", she smiled, showing you the screen.

"A baby sister?", Jack looked at the screen, "wow, she's so tiny - is that her nose?", he pointed.

"Yes, that's her nose, then these are her legs - they look really strong!", she showed him while Oscar winked at you with a big smile on his face.

"Woah", Lucas mused as he looked at the screen, "how long until she comes out of mummy's belly?".

"That is still many weeks away, Lucas - she needs to stay inside to grow healthy and happy!", the technician explained as she wiped the gel from your belly, "I just sent the scans to the printer down the hall - if you'll excuse me, I'm just going to get them".

After she closed the door behind her, the boys jumped on the bed, hugging your sat up body.

"Can you believe we're having a little girl? A mini you?", Oscar stated as he followed your kids, standing up in front of you so he could kiss your lips.

"These two look like you - I deserve a mini me", you giggled, "Oh My Goodness, a little Piastri girl".

"Uh oh", Lucas said, making you look for any issue or trouble.

"What is it, Lucas?", you wondered.

"We don't know anything about girls!!", he said in a concerned tone.

"We're both boys!", Jack followed in agreement.

"You know Tilly and Lottie pretty well, it's not like you haven't been around girls", Oscar reasoned, not wanting them to feel dismissed as you tried your best to contain your laughter.

"We have to ask Fraser the next time we are all at a race - he definitely knows what to do!", Lucas pointed out.

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"At least she's comfy - one of us is, anyway", you sighed as Oscar's hands helped you settle in a better position on the examination bed.

"I know we've discussed this with you before, so you probably know that this is the time we talked about. Little one is fully developed now, and she seems like a big girl from our calculations and scans, so I think that now, more than ever you should really think about inducing", your doctor stated.

With Lucas and Jack, the birth was pretty straight forward. The waters broke at home, you went to the hospital when the contractions were closer together and after some pushes, you were happily holding your baby boys.

Your baby girl seemed to have other ideas.

"We wanted to wait for her in her timing, but we understand that that option is no longer viable", Oscar nodded. The team had gone over your exams and they all agreed that induction was looking like the best option so both you and baby Piastri could be happy, safe and healthy.

Squeezing your hand in his, Oscar gave you a reassuring look before you spoke, "we've talked about it, but at the end of the day what matters is that we are both okay, so we'll do the induction. When can we do it?", you asked.

"Well, since it's early and you've only had breakfast, if you go up now, we can settle you in and start the process while your husband gets your things from home if you'd like - your baby is in a good position and we don't foresee any issues to a vaginal delivery", she smiled soflty as she signed a few papers, before handing them to you to sign too.

"Might as well get this show on the road, hm?", you looked at Oscar, "I'll call my parents to let them know".

"Okay, sweetheart", Oscar said before he kissed your forehead, "I'll meet you upstairs, okay? And you, little miss, don't show up before I'm back, okay?", he left a kiss on your baby bump.

"I think it's established that she isn't in any sort of rush", you chuckled, kissing his lips one last time before you parted ways.

While Oscar went home to grab the hospital bags you had prepared, you went up to the labour ward with your midwife Lisa, who happened to be on shift that day.

Checking you in your room, she helped you get comfortable before starting the induction process, "like we talked about, for some women this is a quick process and for some it is a long one. Any way this goes, though, we are all here to help you", she smiled soflty.

Someone knocked on the door, making Lisa look at all the supplies she had and checking if anything was missing until she noticed it was Oscar.

"Hi Lisa, how are you?", he greeted her with a hug before he came to check on you, leaving the bags in their designated area.

"Hello! I'm good, excited to help your little girl come into the world", Lisa smiled.

"And you, my love, are you doing okay?", he asked, looking at the monitor on your bump.

"I'm good, so far so good, and better now that you're here", you pointed a finger on his chest as he approached you.

Chuckling, Oscar kissed your forehead before sitting in the room you made for him, mindful of all the wires connected to you, "did everything get sorted out with your parents?".

"Yes, they'll pick the boys up and look after them - dad told me not to worry about anyone else but me and little princess", you smiled. In the last two births, the first person your father looked for when he stepped into the room was you, claiming that he looked for the person that was already there from before and that he needed to know his daughter was okay.

"I can't believe that this is happening soon, that we're going to have our baby girl in our arms", he said as he did his best to rub your bump despite the wires and monitors that were ensuring you were both doing well.

"Seems like it was yesterday that I was taking a test with Jack on the other side of the door asking me if I needed help", you giggled, "but I'm very excited to have our baby and see who she takes after - I may be too hopeful, but I have a feeling that she might look a little bit more like me", you snickered, "I did all the hard work for nine months and a bit - three times now! I think it's about time this baby comes out looking a little more Y/L/N-y and a little less Piastri-y".

"My genetics have proved to be quite strong, if we are being honest, but I'm also hoping for a little you", Oscar offered as he felt your tightening taut skin under his hand, "was that a contraction?", he said looking at you.

"I think this is the water breaking, do you remember that prickle feeling I told you about in Lucas'? It's like that - oh!", you gasped, "there it goes".

Oscar helped you get up from the bed so you could dry yourself before removing the disposable liner Lisa had laid down for that purpose.

Helping you change into the hospital gown, your husband called the midwife like she had asked you to do, "the waters have broken already? This is good news, means everything is going like it's supposed to, especially ", she said when she looked at the graphs for the CTG machine, checking your vitals too before she left the room again once everything was fine.

When contractions started picking up, Oscar was quick to tend to your every need, walking with you when you felt like movement would do you good before you settled in swaying your hips, your back against his chest while you almost danced around the room, "this is like that time Lando made us dance at the McLaren party", you muttered in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"We're much better now, I think - and you look even more beautiful", he mused, kissing the top of your head.

"Oh, there's another one", you said as you felt the tension on your bump, making you stop and somehow turn around before it got too bad, the new position allowing you to face Oscar as your arm stretched around his neck, your hands lacing at the nape of his neck so you could drop your hips to relieve the pressure from the intense feeling on your torso as you waited for it to pass, your husband's kisses and words of encouragement doing a good job at distracting you from it.

"Do you feel comfortable here or do you want to move to the bed, love? I don't want you to tire yourself more than you are", he expressed his concern as he held you.

"Can I stay here? I like being on your hold and standing up helps, I think", you looked for his approval as you felt his arms ease some of your weight on his neck.

Oscar nodded his head as he kept swaying you around, "Of course, I'm here for you, whatever you need I'll help", he prompted as your neck stretched slightly so you could kiss his jaw, mumbling an I love you to him before concentrating on your breathing again.

Knocking on the door, Lisa excused herself inside and asked how you were doing before checking your dilation, "You're doing really well, Y/N, you're 6 centimetres dilated already! This is going quite quickly I must say", she said and you smiled.

Oscar placed a proud kiss on your forehead while you heard Lisa tell you what to expect in the next few hours, "Do you want an epidural?", she asked.

"I think I'm doing fine without it, but I'll call if it gets too bad", you replied before she nodded and left to tend to the other birthing patients.

Hours later, Oscar had now turned to apply pressure on your lower back with his hands when it started getting a bit harder for you, your elbows on the mattress as you rocked your hips side to side, the interval between contractions now so short you barely had time to rest between them, "I feel like I need to push, my body is telling me to push", you said to Lisa and the nurse that were checking you.

"Why don't you sit on the bed so we can see how things are progressing?", one of them offered as your husband helped you lay down, his hand never leaving yours, "You're crowing, Y/N! It's time to meet your baby!", Lisa announced as she got in position.

"All good, Y/N? I know it hurts, but I also know you have got this", your husband whispered as he positioned himself so he could be right by your side.

"Y/N, when you feel the urge to push, do it okay?", the health professional urged you as you nodded, "your babygirl is ready to come out and everything looks good for her!".

Holding Oscar's hand and squeezing it, you cried and grunted slightly, hearing Lisa announce that the head was out and you needed to do a big push for the shoulders, "this could be a good sign for mini me - my mum always said I had a big head", you groaned.

"C'mon, Y/N, big push", the nurse encouraged as you felt Oscar's lips by your ear, "I know you can do this darling, just two more pushes and our baby girl is here", he said and you did what your body told you, pushing and breathing until your baby was out in the world.

Sitting back against the pillows, the nurses lifted the little girl and after a few taps on her pink cheek, she let out a high pitch scream both you and Oscar were sure to remember for the rest of your lives.

"She's here, Y/N, congratulations mummy and daddy", Lisa said as she placed the baby on your chest.

The baby girl your's and Oscar's love, along with the one from your family, produced was finally here. Pushing your gown to the side, you uncovered your chest as they placed her down, the skin to skin contact soothing her cries immediately, "Hello my love, I'm your mummy", you said as tears gathered in your eyes, your finger coming to stroke her pink chubby cheek as you admired her.

"She looks a lot like you, I think we've nailed the mini you, love", Oscar said between tears.

"That is daddy, I'm sure you recognise his voice too", you cooed, "we've been waiting for you for so long, and you're finally here".

Oscar kissed the top of your head before kissing the top of the little girl's head.

"Hi princess Isabella, we're so happy you're finally here", he said tearfully as he stretched his finger so your daughter could grab it between hee much smaller ones.

"Now we're gonna need to take little Isabella - such a beautiful name - to check everything while you deliver the rest, okay?", one of the nurses said and you extended your arms so she could grab her.

Oscar looked over to the nurses' station as they measured and weighed the baby before he looked down to you on the bed, "Thank you for making me a father again, I love you both so much, my love", he said with loving and still a bit teary eyes, grabbing your hand in his and kissing them before touching your forehead lovingly.

"I love you so much, Oscar", you whispered and you kissed his hand that was caressing your cheek, "there's no one else I'd be a parent with".

After delivering the placenta and having your baby girl back in your chest, Oscar couldn't stop the overwhelming surge of feelings in his chest. He was so happy and grateful for you and at the prospect of the life he had yet to fill with memories with your family.

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When you were finally able to bring Isabella home, the boys were the best behaved you had ever seen them. They weren't troublemakers, and from what you heard the other parents share whenever you waited for the kids outside the school gate, they definitely were a breeze compared to the stories you heard, but this was new.

"I'll fill this up for you, mummy", Lucas stated, grabbing the water bottle you kept near you ti make sure you were drinking enough and helping your milk supply.

"Thank you, buddy", you smiled, adjusting Isabella's head so she could have a better latch.

"Here are the nappies for Isa", Jack offered as he carried the unopened packet he offered to get from the nursery so you could refill the caddy you kept in the living room.

"Thank you, Jack, that's very helpful", you smiled as Oscar sat next to you, "they're being so helpful, it's so cute", you mused.

"Before you came home, they helped me and your parents tidy up and they promise your dad they would be on their best behaviour", your husband mused, kissing your shoulder and looking at your daughter as she suckled on your nipple, never getting tired of watching her beautiful face.

"At what time did Lando say he was coming to visit?", you asked, squinting to look at the time on the TV.

"He said he'd be here in an hour or so, and then his wife and the kids would come later after she got them from school", Oscar mused, "here, let me burp her", he said.

Wiping the corners of Isabella's lips, you kissed her forehead before letting her go to Oscar's arms, watching his tap her back to get all the wind out before she looked ready to fall asleep.

"Mummy is going to have a shower, so you two be good, okay?", you told the boys before you headed up.

Oscar was resting his eyes when his phone alerted to who the car he heard outside belonged to, making him get up and open the door to find Lando.

"Well, hello there, Oscar, and little Isabella, hello darling", he cooed, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

"Uncle Lando!", the boys cheered quietly, hugging his legs and letting him ruffle their hair.

"Where's your mummy?", Lando asked, "I brought this goodie bag with all things for postpartum fun! We got one of these from my sisters when we had Lottie and it helped a lot".

"She's upstairs, she said she was going to have a shower and my bet is that she's taking a nap", Oscar added, letting Lando sit before he could pass the little bundle of joy to his arms.

"Hello, little princess, aren't you a cutie", Lando said as he looked at the youngest Piastri.

"You have to support her head, like this", Lucas advised the father of three - soon to be four.

"I know, buddy, thank you for your help", Lando smiled at his protectiveness, letting the boys sit on either side of him.

"She doesn't like when her hands aren't covered - let me fix it", Jack offered before he pulled on the blanket around his sister's hands.

"They're both like this all the time?", Lando wondered as Oscar nodded.

"They don't let anyone else touch her without them being near - only me and Y/N get to keep her to ourselves", Oscar chuckled.

"Oh, she's fussing, daddy!", Jack alerted him.

As if on cue, you walked downstairs and into the living room as Lando was up, trying to soothe the little girl, "it's alright, uncle Lando is here, Isabella", you heard him tell her gently.

"Hello", you greeted as all eyes landed on you.

"Yeah, that's your mummy, babygirl", Lando assured, "and you want her, don't you? I can't compete with your mummy, can I?", he said as he walked closer to you, giving your daughter back so she could cuddle into your chest before he squeezed your arm.

"Thank you", you smiled, "you met uncle Lala, babygirl?", you mused, stroking her cheek and feeling her cries soothe down.

"Just about, yes - your boys surely have the protective older brother thing down", the british driver giggled.

"They're already the best big brothers and she has only been with us for a couple of days", you smiled.

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“Your last name on my back”

Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x child reader

A/N: Jenni never left Barca.

Mamma had now stayed over for many nights. You couldn’t count well but probably more than 50. It felt like a forever sleepover. You didn’t understand why mamma had stayed over, but mami had tried to explain. You had seen mami and mamma kissing on the couch sometimes. Sometimes holding hands. Sometimes hugging. You understood that they loved each other. Yet, big words were hard, but you understood that you loved mamma.

Mamma that had always loved you back. That would always let you sit on her lap. That would always want to hold your hand. That would never refused to carry you. Not your tummy mummy, but mamma. Mamma’s name was Alexia. She had played football with mami for a few years. When your tummy mummy left in the middle of the night and Mami showed up to practice the next morning with a newborn looking terrified; Alexua was there. She was always there. She took care of Mami and she helped take care of you. She picked up the broken pieces and mended them back together one by one. One day at a time.

You were only little so you didn’t understand why mamma couldn’t take you to the doctors alone or why you couldn’t have her last name. You had Hermoso, and another strange last name. The other last name was cold, it felt like a frozen shoulder or like someone was taking your heart away. All the other little girls at football had two last names; one from their mom and one from their dad. One from each parent. One from each person that loved them. You however, only had one. Not one name, but one that loved you.

When the coach of your under 5’s had given you your first jersey a Saturday morning, you had teared up when another older girl read the names of your jersey to you. You didn’t like the first last name. You hated it, despised it. The first time you had heard it was when mami was on a phone call while you were supposed to be sleeping. She had talked to her brother, about wanting to change your name but your tummy mummy had refused even though she wasn’t a part of your life anymore. That’s why when you got your first jersey, the moment wasn’t filled with joy, pride or excitement. It was filled with as much rage as a 4 year old could body. Your little hands pulled the jersey off while they were shaking as tears were forming in your eyes. The pride of your first jersey being ripped away from you in an instant. You quickly blinked the tears away as you stood there with the jersey in your hands. The fabric of the jersey was just like mami’s jersey, but this jersey didn’t feel good. It felt like something you wanted to throw to the ground. Stomp on. Hit. Get rid of in an instant. “Y/N, you no like your jersey?” You coach said as he stood infront of you. You looked down, not daring to look him in his usual kind eyes. “It’s small” you murmur out as the best possible excuse even though as the youngest and smallest on the team, it definitely fitted you. “Ah, si, how about you just wear a vest yes? A pink vest?” He said as he held the pink neon colored vest infront of your eyes. You grabbed it quickly as you settled on wearing the familiar bright vest instead. Practice began and you quickly forgot about your jersey that didn’t feel like your jersey. The practice went on quickly and by the look of mamma’s face; you knew that she could sense that something was going on. It wasnt until one of the youth assistant coaches was helping you with controlling your ball that you noticed that your jersey was gone from the field. It made you happy, as you thought that it had disappeared and that you wouldn’t have to ever see it again. The practice ended and your team did your usual team hug and chant at the end. You ran off the field with the other little girls straight to Alexia who was sitting with the other parents. “Mamma!” You yelled as you ran into her arms. “I am so proud of you, you worked so hard today. Ready to go home and see mami?” Alexia said as her strong arms lifted you up from the ground. Mamma and mami never cared about people that said that you shouldn’t be carried or that you were too old. They knew that one day, you wouldn’t wanna be carried anymore and until that day came along: they refused to stop holding you close and keeping you safe.

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You were sitting at the kitchen table with Mami and Alexia having lunch. You were talking about how practice went and how hard you were working on your skills. Alexia joked that she had gotten it from her mamma, but all three of you knew that it wasn’t possible. It made you pout as you wanted to be mami and mamma’s baby so bad. You dropped your fork onto the table and frowned as you pouted. Your mami looked at you as she tilted her head. “So baby, we need to talk about what happened at practice today. I heard that you didn’t like your jersey, no? Why is that?” She spoke as she looked at you. Alexia rubbed Jenni’s back as support and you crossed your arms in anger. You shook your head, refusing to answer as your feelings were bottled up in your throat forming a big lump. «Princesa, we want to help you. Was the color wrong? Or was it the fabric?” Mami continued as she tried to get out of you what the issue with the jersey was. The anger made your head spin and your feet tickle. You wanted to throw a fit and scream and yell. You hated your last name. It reminded you of the person who abandoned you when you were a baby. Who suddenly decided that you weren’t important, that you weren’t wanted, that you were regretted. Your little heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. You looked up at Mami as you shouted on the top of your lungs; “I don’t wanna be a Dias anymore, I wanna be a Putellas!”

You had hopped down from the chair and stormed to the bedroom as quickly as your tired feet would let you. You shut the door with a bang and twisted the lock on the door. Mami cursing herself for not removing it as she was supposed to. You stomped to your bed and grabbed your pillow and blanket before you made a spot inside your closet for you to decompress and hide. Your feelings felt so big, like your little frame couldn’t possibly fit it all inside your heart. You felt angry, scared, fragile and terrified that mami would eventually regret you as well. You didn’t wanna be a hard child. People would always say that you were delightful and easy going, and you were for the most. It was only this subject that had grown into a big knot in your stomach. Mami didn’t wanna hide your story from you in case you would read it somewhere or a kid would ask you about it. She wanted you to own your own story, so she had always made sure to tell you the story and give you age appropriate details. You pulled the closet doors closed as you closed your eyes feeling tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of practice or because of your big feelings. You wanted nothing more than to run to mami or mamma, be held, be told that she would take care of it, that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset or angry and that she loved you endlessly regardless of anything. You wanted mami to pick you up with her big warm strong arms and hold you close so you could feel her familiar scent. But you couldn’t let yourself. You wanted to be stubborn. To be a big girl. You sniffled as a tear rolled out of your eye as your tried to hold your bunny close.

Your polarbear was however in your bed so you made a bolt to grab your bear before coming back into your closet feeling like you wanted to hide away forever. You held the bear tight and had him pushed towards your chest as you sobbed. Eventually falling asleep tucked away in the closet.

You woke up to mami’s and mamma’s face towards you. You blinked a couple of times. Could it have been a bad dream? “Hola princesa” Mami said as she stroke your hair gently. The light was dimmed and you were sitting in mami’s arms in their bedroom. You could hear the sound of the television that was mounted on the wall infront of the bed buzzing. “Mami” you said as the feelings came crashing into you leaving you chocking out a cry. “Shh, mi amor, it’s okay, it’s just big feelings” Mami said as she held you closer one hand on your back and the other on your head pushing you into her chest like she did when you were a baby. “Everything will be okay, Mami will take care of it. Mamma told me what happened and if you don’t want to; you don’t have to tell me, si?” Mami said as she comforted you while you shut your eyes to keep the big feelings outside. “Mami?” You said so quietly that nobody should’ve been able to hear, but Mami always heard. Mami always knew. “Si, princesa?” She said as you wiggled lose from her grip and sat up infront of her. You looked at Mami, then at mamma and then at Mami again. “I don’t like my name” you muttered quietly expecting some sort of reaction. “Is that so? Why?” Mami said as she looked at you with a soft expression on her face not seeming angry or mad, just looking at you like you were her whole world. “The other kids, Mami..” you started as you felt tears pricking in your eyes and your voice started to break. “I wanna be like you, and mamma..” you continued as you took a big breath to sound out the last word you needed to complete the sentence. You looked at mamma. “I want your last name on my back, Mami. But I also want mamma’s. No dummy tummy mummy last name.” You said as your frowned and tears were escaping your blue icy eyes to run down your red blissed cheeks. “That’s okay princesa, I can talk to the coach.” Mami said as she pulled you into her arms again. “Princesa, you can have both our last names.” Mami said as you looked over at mamma. To your surprise, Alexia was smiling at you. You sniffled and smiled back before you launched yourself at mamma like a rocket trying to go to space. But just like mami, mamma always knew and she was prepared letting you close hugging you tight. “Pequena, we have got you a present” mamma whispered in your ear as your head shot up almost knocking mamma’s nose out in the move. “What is it?” You said as you could feel a spark of good feelings coming back into your body. Mami reached for a box next to her night stand and your eyes opened wide. The box was pink and glittery with a glittery golden bow on top. Mami sat it infront of you as mamma held you in her lap. You carefully tugged at the bow, causing the bow to loosen as you took the lid of the box. You pulled the item out as it revealed a jersey. A jersey just like the team had gotten this Saturday morning at practice. Your heart dropped for a second as you lowered the jersey until mami held it up for you to see. “Do you see the back princesa?” She said as you looked at the letters. It made you confused as you still were learning to read. “It says Hermoso-Putellas and it’s the same as mami’s number. 10” Mami is nr.10 in Barcelona. You felt all the bad feelings rushing to leave your little body as you wrapped an arm around each woman’s neck holding them tight. The two women eased closer to you and held you together closely. “We love you, Princesa. You can always tell us if something feels bad.” Mami finished as she kissed your cheek making you feel all bubbly and happy again. But the legal part of the name change? That’s a story for another day and it’s a long story.

[emeritusemeritus]

I was wondering if you could do one with y/n and George and they are being woken up by their toddler because she had a nightmare

Okay this is the cutest thing ever and I am SO painfully aware of toddlers keeping their parents awake right now so art imitates life I guess 😂 hope this is okay! 🖤

Warnings: None? This is tooth rotting fluff and I’m here for it. I used ‘Poppy’ as the name of their daughter because I’d written it before in one of my works. George is the best dad.

Word count: 718

The last embers of light.

You feel yourself pulled out of your dreams slowly, the majestic colours fading away from you as you become more and more aware of your consciousness. You squint in the darkness, the pitch black room offering no clue to why you were currently lying awake.

"Mummy," a little voice sniffles from your side and your eyes quickly flick to where the voice had come from, eyes straining in the darkness to find her silhouette.

"Baby?" You question, fighting against the burning tiredness stinging your eyes, "what's wrong?"

You start to sit up, feeling slightly more awake as you feel a little hand reaching out for you, touching your arm, already trying to climb up your body. You hear another little sniffle and sit up quickly, worried about the disturbance. You flick the light on beside your bed, thankful that you'd kept it on the dimmest setting as the warm, soothing light fills the room.

There you see your daughter, tears in her eyes and her little niffler snuggle blanket clutched tightly to her chest, the scene tugging on your heartstrings.

"Come here sweetheart," you say as lovingly as you can, pushing back the covers before pulling her into your arms between you and your sleeping husband, her body nestling into your side automatically under the warm, protective duvet. You smooth back her wispy red hair as she snuggles closer and closer to you, her silent sobs calming almost straight away.

George stirs at the movement and you watch as he rolls over, the vague outline of his body moving beneath the duvet.

"Poppy? Baby what's wrong?" George says sleepily, his words slightly mumbled and weighed down with tiredness. He reaches out to lay his big hand over her tummy protectively and she responds by reaching out her little fingers to grab at his hand.

"Scary," she says with a cry, fresh tears falling out of her eyes and onto her little freckled cheeks.

"You had a bad dream?" You ask gently, instinctively reaching out to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. She nods, letting out a little sob and George can't help but move closer, pulling his arm around the both of you until she's cradled tightly between her mummy and daddy, the safest place she can be.

"You want to talk about it baby? About what scared you?" George says softly, trying to keep her calm. She shakes her head against you, bringing her niffler to her face, undoubtedly rubbing the remaining snot onto the poor little niffler's fur.

"Well how about this: you stay with mummy and daddy tonight? You'll be safe here and tomorrow daddy will go around your bedroom and get rid of anything that's frightening you ok? He'll use his magic spells," George says with a calming voice.

Poppy nods eagerly against your side and immediately breaks out into a little giggle, enthusiastically tucking the toy niffler under the covers so he has a place to sleep too.

George reaches over to the bedside table for his wand and casts a quiet spell that makes little stars appear, dancing around the room above the bed like a projector. He used to do it when she was a baby, a way of calming her through the many sleepless nights when nothing else would work. She lets out a little gasp as the stars twinkle and dance around, watching the soothing scene with complete elation.

You smile at the two of them, bending down to kiss the top of Poppy's head and to secretly get a little sniff of the scent you loved so much. You watch as she wriggles about for a minute, finding her new comfy spot as you turn out the light, hoping to settle in for a good sleep once again.

Just as you begin to drift off, happy that Poppy's breathing had steadied to a calm and regular beat indicating that she'd fallen back to sleep, you feel a little hand on your chest that makes a wide smile stretch across your face into the darkness.

The stars have dimmed now, the last embers of light shining from them as they begin to fade, just enough to allow you one last glance at your sleeping husband and daughter, huddled together and sleeping soundly. You are the luckiest person alive.

[suengmi]

Hiii i noticed that ur requests are open so I’m here to request y/n giving Hyunjin an orgasm for the first time, you can tie it in with the mommy kink one you were talking about before 👀

the sight in front of you says it all. maybe it was the way his eyes lit up when he talked about it, always matched with small embarrassment tingling in his ears. it was cute, and you definitely enjoyed teasing him.

genre: smut obvi wc: 1k warnings/other: powerplay, mummy!kink, sub!hyunjin, dom!reader, oral-g, slightly edited, request - sorry idk why it turned into dom/sub powerplay pls forgive me

you love your boyfriend, you love everything about him. there had been many dates, many kisses and many i love you’s in the small space of time you had been together. but one thing you were unsure of how neither of you had gotten to that stage with yet. you had just begun being intimate, and he had on occasion, given you oral, always making sure you came first. unfortunately he would stop at that.

the more you pondered on it the more it makes sense. you remember back a few times when he had spoken about how he liked his partner to take charge, to mother him almost, treat him like he was their own. maybe it was the way his eyes lit up when he talked about it, always matched with small embarrassment tingling in his ears. it was cute, and you definitely enjoyed teasing him about it. it was a common subject, how you mothered him. if there was ever food on the side of his mouth you’d use your thumb to slide along his lips, bringing it to your mouth to get rid of the mess. he’d always seem baffled, legs suddenly pinning themselves together as he’d hide his face.

it was obvious in the end, he had a mummy kink. any time you had mentioned it you saw the tent in his pants, the way he got nervous and fiddled with his hands. at first he denied it, always saying it was weird and he was ashamed. it wasn’t until you had asked him to try it, to call you mummy. it was game over from that point. long gone was the stockings and skirt he had worn, wanting to try them out to see how it fit into his newly explored submissive nature.

small whimpers come from the man in front of you. he’s tied up, completely naked, hands behind his back with silken soaked rope, knees red and sore from leaning on them for too long.

there’s a whisper, you’re not sure what he’s saying. it’s almost like it was a question, so in return, you smack the side of his bare leg with a small paddle, designed just for him.

“what was that baby?” you ask, running the tip of the whip around the base of his tummy, just missing where he really wanted it.

sounds of whines and high pitched grunts fill your ears, it’s pathetic almost.

“hm?” you prompt again. “can’t speak for mummy?”

hyunjin brings in a sharp breath, teeth gritting as he wriggles his thighs, wanting any kind of release.

“baby, you have to speak for me.” you say, bending down to his level. “tell me what you really want.”

“please let me come, please mummy.” he blurts out, little tears pooling in his eyes.

“should i?” you ponder out loud, pressing the tip of his cock with the pad of your index finger. he winces, cock bouncing back like a rubber band. 

“have you been good for mummy?”

“i’ve been so good, such a good boy, please please.” he chants, tears mixing in with the sweat around his face. he’s been amped up for a while, his body littered with red stains and whip marks.

since he’s been so brave and so good, you decide to give in.

“good boy.”

when you take the head of his cock into your mouth he reigns in a sharp breath, thighs tensing beneath your touch. cute little whines and ‘thank you mummy’s’ are falling from his lips. the power you’re getting from this is insane, and all it took was one word.

anything forming from his mouth is absolutely muddled and unintelligible. the further you take him in the more he pants, high strangled sounds of pet names and cuss words mixed in together. it’s when you hollow your cheeks, sucking on the tip, that you feel him buck, hands struggling against his back wanting to grip into your hair or anything he could find.

he’s crying now, slightly over stimulated and pleasure overwhelming his body as you worked him. you lean back, hand replacing your mouth as you pump his cock slowly in your hands.

“are you gonna come for me? gonna let me make you cum for the first time?”

“yes-ye-yes yes!”

“only for mummy?”

“yes, i promise.”

your strokes fasten, free hand gently spreading your leftover spit over the tip of his cock.

all of a sudden he comes, spurts of white painting your face and chest. it surprises you, there was no warning, just a stutter of words. you realize it barely took him two minutes to come, he must have been pent up for a while, holding himself back from fear from what you might have thought.

hyunjin slumps over to your chest, not caring that his cum would be mixing in with his hair. you can feel his breath on you, body heaving with every inhale.

“that was… shit.” he stops speaking when he realizes, looking up at you so innocently.. “i came so- so fast, what the fuck, oh fuck on your face too i’m- i’m so sorry.”

you let out a light chuckle, cupping his face ever so gently to press a kiss to his flustered pink cheeks. “you were teased for like half an hour to be fair.”

“yeah… but still.” he grumbles, tucking his face into his shoulder, your hands still on his cheeks. “i tried to last but, honestly i couldn’t.”

“baby, no, don’t be embarrassed.” you laugh. “it was kinda hot.”

actually, you think it’s cute. you’re excited to try more and see what else makes him tick. as you look down you notice his cock still hard, ready and at attention.

“round two?” you smile, kissing him once more.

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Today Silas heads off for his first day of school, Suzanna works with Pollock to try reach more milestones and Silas wants a real piano.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust If Pollock is trying to babble real words they will be in brackets

Adam: Did you let your brother get a good sleep? He’s got a big day today

Pollock: Ye ra po (yes Pops)

Silas is sitting having breakfast still in his disguise.

Suzanna: Are you going to wear your disguise to school

Silas: Probably Mummy. I don’t want to hide that I’m an alien but for my first few days I’d rather not stick out

Suzanna: Your choice. We'll see you when you get home okay

Silas: Yes Mummy, look after Pol for me

Suzanna: *chuckles*

Adam: So he’s been fed and changed, all set

Suzanna: Thanks Adam

Adam: No worries, I just will be busy cleaning before my shift

Suzanna: Of course, now Moondust, who’s ready to try some… ice cream!

Adam: Wait... Ice cream for breakfast?

Suzanna: Not breakfast. You said it yourself, he’s already had milk

Adam: I don’t know Pollock, sounds like she’s trying to fatten you up already

Suzanna: Nothing wrong with a chubby infant Adam

Suzanna goes to get some carrots to try next while Adam begins to vacuum the house. Pollock wonders what is going on and in the end is overwhelmed by the noise, bursting into tears.

Suzanna: Do you have to vacuum just there Adam

Adam: You know queuing it for nooks and crannies can be tricky

Suzanna: Come on then Pollock, we’ll head outside and let Pops clean

Suzanna scoops Pollock up and Adam calls after them.

Adam: Sorry son, good luck calming down

Suzanna: You can go here with all the stars and mummy will just pump before she tends the garden. Go on Pollock, touch the stars

Pollock: *giggles* Noo be star (I’m with the star)

Suzanna: You said star? You said star! Well done Moondust, you’ll be talking in no time

Pollock: Fo star um (Stars are fun Mummy)

Inside, Adam makes sure to get rid of the basement dust. Outside, Pollock spends time happily batting the stars around before switching to some solo tummy time. Suzanna happily tends her garden but can’t help wondering what’s happening at the lab while she’s using her watcher given maternity leave.

Pollock has his nap while Adam goes to work but Suzanna wakes him up just before Silas gets home.

Suzanna: Let’s have some milk then we can go see how Silas did on his first day, huh? Won’t that be exciting

Pollock: *burps*

Suzanna: I knew you would agree

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: How was your day Starshine

Silas: Pretty good. Although my teacher told me off for not doing an assignment

Suzanna: ...but it was your first day

Silas: Exactly! They didn't like me pointing that out. Anyway we did some art after lunch and I made you something

Suzanna: You did? Okay let’s have a look here. A unicorn picture? Oh it’s a masterpiece. We’ll have to make sure we show your Pops huh, he'll be impressed

*grinding noise*

Suzanna: Stupid washing machine. I have to go fix it, could you watch Pollock for a minute? Unless you have homework

Silas: I’ve already done my homework Mummy

Pollock: He la boo (Hi brother)

Silas: Hey Pol. Have you been good today? I bet you missed me, I missed you *blows raspberry*

Silas takes a seat at the table and begins pulling funny faces. Pollock happily giggles until he covers his face.

Silas: Pol? Do you need a rest

Pollock: *removes hands* BOO

Silas: *laughs* Oh you scared me good! Are you the peek a boo champ now? Are you?

Pollock: *giggles happily*

Silas: MUMMY! Pol learned how to do peek a boo

Suzanna: He did? That’s impressive when he normally bursts into tears if we try. Could you set the table while I take care of somebody’s diaper? Your Pops should be home really soon

Suzanna takes Pollock to the nursery bathroom where he does his best to scoot away.

Suzanna: Oh no no no, we are not having another blowout Moondust. Come here!

Pollock: *giggles and scoots*

Adam comes home with good news, he’s reached level 9 of his Art Critic job, Syndicated Superstar. But even superstars have to make dinner.

Silas: Hey Pops, you know how you got me that piano book for my birthday

Adam: I do. I wanted to get you guitar but your mum told me I’m not allowed to make you a clone of me

Silas: *laughs* I don’t mind learning piano. But Pops… I think it would go better if I had… you know… an actual piano to practice on

Suzanna: Okay Pollock, I know you don’t like being carried. So can we try to crawl? Crawl for Mummy

Pollock: Do at ow (Do what now)

Suzanna: So you’ll need to push, push yourself on to your hands and knees, just like when you learned to creep

Pollock: I ow (right now)

Suzanna: Come on Moondust, crawl to Mummy, crawl to Mummy

Pollock: *tries, fails, cries*

Suzanna: Is dinner ready yet

Adam: As soon as Silas stops distracting me

Silas: Hey! I’m helping Pops

Adam: And…

Silas: *sighs* and trying to convince him to get me a piano

Suzanna: An actual noise making piano? You do remember we have a sensitive infant

Silas: But Mummy he won’t be an infant forever

Adam: Tell you what, you do the dishes and your mum and I will talk about it

Silas clears the table while Suzanna gets Pollock ready for sleep then she tucks her eldest in bed.

Silas: I lost my tooth today Mummy

Suzanna: Did you put it under your pillow

Silas: Yes. Do you think the tooth fairy will really come

Suzanna: You just wait, when you wake up you’ll see they came

Adam is messing about upstairs when Suzanna heads up to bed.

Suzanna: You want to get a piano for our kid who can't play

Adam: Can't play yet. And not just a piano. I seem to have lost my guitar in the move so I need one of those

Suzanna: *smiles* Then it’s good you got a raise with your promotion huh

Adam: Are you impressed

Suzanna: I don’t know. I think I’ll have to see more of your talent to decide

Adam: Deal

The tooth fairy did indeed visit Silas and he scored some sweet simoleons. Other tooth fairy propaganda of course but mainly simoleons. Since Suzanna did bedtime Adam gets Pollock up and fed before taking him for a morning bath. It seems like Pollock is all smiles today and Adam remembers what Suzanna said about needing to enjoy the time. Yeah, Pollock as an infant is pretty cute.

Adam: All clean, time to get on with our day

Adam puts Pollock down by the blocks. Pollock scoots over and begins trying to pick them up, laughing to himself the entire time. Adam meanwhile tells the delivery service where to place the piano and begins breaking in his new guitar. The cloud will definitely be something to get used to.

Out in the garden Suzanna is delighted to find that several of the plants are ready to evolve. It may have been all replanted with the move but it’s coming along nicely. When she heads inside she finds that Pollock has learnt a new skill, putting his foot in his mouth. Then we have some routing drama (post to follow because I lost my mind) and only get things resolved as Adam leaves for work.

Suzanna gets Pollock settled for his nap and pumps as he drifts off to sleep. Silas is delighted to arrive home and discover the piano. After his homework he sits down and begins plunking away. While Pollock continues to sleep Suzanna starts on a task she keeps putting off, necessary upgrades. First up are some additions to the sink.

Next up, the oven needs a tune up. Of course all that meddling with the sink has left puddles over the floor. Thank goodness these ones are just water (iykyk). Suzanna wakes Pollock for a dinner bottle then, when Adam arrives home, the family take a human picture together on the porch.

Adam cooks and Silas sets the table while Suzanna again works with Pollock. With oodles of encouragement he… falls and rolls on to his back. Then from lying down he begins to sparkle, the milestone music starts, and we officially have a crawling infant!

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[lasercosmesis]

What Is a Good Age for a Mommy Makeover?

The concept of a "Mommy Makeover" has gained popularity in recent years, with many mothers seeking to regain their pre-pregnancy bodies and self-confidence through a combination of cosmetic procedures. It is a cosmetic plastic surgery which typically includes a combination of surgeries like tummy tucks, breast augmentation, liposuction, and more. While these procedures can be transformative, many women wonder what the ideal age is for undergoing a Mommy Makeover. The answer isn't one-size-fits-all, as several factors come into play, including individual goals, health, and lifestyle.

To learn about the right age for mommy makeover we took insights from Dr. Medha Bhave, one of the top-notch plastic surgeons of mommy makeover surgery in Mumbai. By incorporating those inputs in this article, we are going to detail you about an ideal age for Mommy Makeover. 

What Is Mummy Makeover?

A Mommy Makeover is a set of cosmetic surgical procedures designed to address and rejuvenate the physical changes that can occur in a woman's body due to pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding. It is not a single procedure but rather a customised package of cosmetic surgeries tailored to the individual's specific needs and goals. The goal of a Mommy Makeover is to help women restore or enhance their pre-pregnancy body and boost their self-confidence.

A typical Mommy Makeover often includes a combination of the following procedures:

Breast Augmentation or Lift: Breast form and volume changes might result from pregnancy and breastfeeding. A breast lift can assist address drooping and restore a more youthful breast contour, whereas breast augmentation involves the insertion of implants to enlarge the breasts.

Tummy Tuck (Abdominoplasty): A Tummy tuck is a surgical procedure used to remove extra skin and fat from the abdomen and tighten the abdominal muscles. This can address problems including stretched-out or loose abdominal muscles and the appearance of belly area. 

Liposuction: Liposuction is a procedure used to get rid of pockets of stubborn fat that have built up on the body in places like the hips, thighs, and abdomen.

Depending on personal demands and aesthetic objectives, each woman will have a different combination and degree of these procedures. A mommy makeover can give you a more unified and youthful appearance by taking a complete approach to body rejuvenation.

Note: Here, it is important to note that the term "Mommy Makeover" is a specific procedure which  can be tailored to address the areas of concern for each patient. Before undergoing any of these surgeries, it's essential for individuals to consult with a plastic surgeon who can evaluate their specific circumstances, discuss their goals, and recommend the most suitable procedures. 

Right Age to Consider for Mommy Makeover

The right age to consider mommy makeover includes various factors. Some of them are as follows:

Physical Readiness

One of the primary factors in deciding the right age for a Mommy Makeover is physical readiness. Pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding can take a toll on a woman's body, and it often takes time for the body to recover. Most plastic surgeons recommend that patients be at least six months postpartum and have completed breastfeeding before considering surgical procedures. This gives the body adequate time to heal and stabilize after the changes brought on by pregnancy.

Individual Goals and Lifestyle

A woman's specific objectives and lifestyle will determine when she is ready for the Mommy Makeover surgery. Some women might be prepared for these treatments in their late 20s, while others might decide to postpone them till they are in their forties or fifties. When you can reasonably have the procedures and allow for adequate recovery, you must take this into consideration. When their kids are a little older and more independent, mothers frequently choose to get a Mommy Makeover, which makes managing the post-operative care easier.

Psychological Readiness

Mental readiness is just as important as physical readiness when contemplating a Mommy Makeover. It's essential to ensure that you're emotionally prepared for the process. Having realistic expectations about the outcomes of the procedures, understanding the potential risks, and being mentally prepared for the recovery process are crucial. Many women find that they are more mentally prepared for such changes in their thirties or forties when they have a better understanding of themselves and their bodies.

Health and Fitness

The ideal age for a Mommy Makeover depends on several important criteria, including optimal health and athleticism. It's crucial to be in good health and to keep a steady weight before having these procedures. Delaying the treatments until you've completed your family if you intend to have further children may be a good idea because subsequent pregnancies could reverse the effects of the makeover. The outcomes of the procedures can also be improved and prolonged if you maintain a healthy lifestyle that includes regular exercise and a balanced diet.

Timing in Your Life

Your stage in life can influence your decision about when to have a Mommy Makeover. Many women choose to have these procedures in their thirties and forties because they feel it's the right time to invest in themselves and boost their self-confidence. These years often coincide with a period of career stability and greater financial independence, making it more feasible for many.

Consultation with a Plastic Surgeon

A crucial step in determining the right age for a Mommy Makeover is to consult with a qualified cosmetic & plastic surgeon. These professionals can evaluate your individual circumstances, discuss your goals, and recommend the most suitable procedures. They can also help you set realistic expectations and provide guidance on the timing of the surgeries.

Conclusion

Mommy Makeover is an individual's personal choice. However, it is a decision impacted by one's physical state, personal objectives, way of life, psychological state, level of fitness, timing, and consultation with a plastic surgeon. There is no one solution that fits all situations, therefore it is essential to choose the course of action that best suits your own requirements and goals. To find the medical expert in this regard, you may visit Laser Cosmesis, a top notch Plastic Surgery Clinic in Mumbai and take consultation with Dr. Medha Bhave, a leading plastic surgeon.

Original Source:- https://lasercosmesis.livepositively.com/what-is-a-good-age-for-a-mommy-makeover/

[abdulajeez]

What exercises get rid of mommy belly?

What exercises get rid of mommy belly?

[prsfphone]

Hii this is a request for tom riddle, could you write a one shot about dad!tom ik this is vague sorry

your little girl has tom’s eyes.

dark and endless, sucking in all the light in the room unabashedly and with a smile.

she’s got your hair and your bossy-ness and her little nose is all you and your husband adores her all the more for it.

every night since she was born, tom reads her a story before bed, lulling her to sleep with his low, soft voice. “just one more chapter, daddy,” she’ll plead with him, even as her eyes are falling shut. he always complies—anything for his little girl. when she’s sound asleep, snoring softly, you’ll often watch from the doorway as he presses a kiss to her forehead, her cheek and offers you one as he shuts her door softly behind him.

he brings you flowers often—since the day you two began dating, you’ve never had dead flowers. he loves the way they make your eyes light up. loves sitting down after a long day, with you at his side and your daughter sitting criss-cross on the floor while you braid some of those same flowers into her hair. soon enough your daughter starts getting her own mini bouquets of flowers from tom. he always helps her get rid of the old ones and put the fresh ones in a vase.

tom pays rapt attention as she concentrates very hard on painting his nails a bright, bubbly pink colour. he very seriously admires in a pink barbie mirror the makeup she’s applied on him and tells her next time he would like more glitter. your daughter then insists, in a matter-of-fact tone, that she’ll need more supplies if tom expects her to keep doing his makeup. “of course,” he agrees. then a secret, conspiratorial smile at your daughter while he looks at you: “i’ll pick you up early from school tomorrow and we will go to the store. don’t tell mummy.” she giggles riotously at that and blushes bright when she catches you watching them.

she always gets her favourite, sugary cereal for breakfast because “the other kind hurts my tummy, daddy,” paired with big, puppy dog eyes. she has him wrapped around her finger and when you wryly point it out to him one day with an arched brow he merely stares at you; “where do you think she learned it from, sweetheart?”

[megalony]

My Hero- Part 2

This is the second part of my new Dark! Henry Cavill series, thank you all for the lovely feedback on the first part, I hope you will enjoy this next part, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: (Y/n) has a lot of health complications and frequent illnesses but believes her husband Henry is a saint for always looking after her and their boys. She doesn’t see how badly he wants her to rely on him or how much it means to him to have complete power and control over her.

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"Mummy?"

A small murmur hummed at the back of (Y/n)'s throat as she tried to wake herself up but it felt like her mind was being wrenched back into sleep mode without her say so. Every limb in her body was weighed down like gold and she couldn't move her body properly, even just wanting desperately to move her arm was a struggle.

(Y/n) wanted to cry the moment she managed to open her eyes, they burned like acid and trying to look and focus made her head explode. It was as if there was aches and pains right behind her eyes and between her nose, it was foggy and cloudy in her head and she hated it.

The only way to get rid of the pain seemed to be to close her eyes and try to sleep but she didn't know what time it was. What if she had to take the boys to school? She couldn't be late, or maybe it was still the middle of the night and they needed something.

"Baby, w-what's wrong?"

(Y/n) managed to focus her vision enough to see Adam sat up on the bed as close to her as he could manage. He wasn't wearing pyjamas, nor was he wearing his school uniform but he did have the cover around his legs and pulled up to his tummy. His hair was ruffled but he was smiling tiredly, it looked like he had been taking a nap with her but the curtains were closed. (Y/n) and Henry had blackout curtains in their room since neither of them could stand light creeping in when they were sleeping. It made it hard for them to tell what time of day it was when they had naps.

"Daddy said dinnertime." Adam reached over and brushed some hair from (Y/n)'s face, watching with big curious eyes as (Y/n) slowly pushed herself up so she was finally sitting up.

Her hands quickly reached to rub over her eyes and forcefully press against her temple to try and make her head feel lighter but she felt like it was a lead balloon. How could it be dinnertime? (Y/n) was in her pyjamas, she didn't remember getting up for breakfast or taking the boys to school or even having lunch. Had they already been and come back from school? Had she slept through the whole day or was she just forgetting from having such a deep dream?

"Are you two coming to eat?"

Henry emerged in the doorway with a bright smile on his lips and soft eyes that were focused on his wife and youngest boy. He quickly laid down on his stomach on the bed next to them, reaching out and grabbing Adam so he could tickle him senseless.

He pulled Adam to his chest, grinning from ear to ear when the little boy turned in his arms to face him and kissed his cheek, clinging to him like a baby monkey.

"What time is it?"

"Uhh, five o'clock baby, why?" Henry looked to his watch before he looked back at (Y/n), the smile slipping from his face when he noticed the look of shock and panic on her face. She bit down on her lip and scrunched her hand in her hair wanting to rip it from her scalp.

How had she slept all day?

"W-why didn't you wake me? The boys, I... I haven't eaten or even fed them- my insulin-"

"Bud go down and make sure the twins are behaving for me while I help your mum."

Henry kissed Adam's forehead, lifting him over the side of the bed and onto his feet. They both watched the toddler scuttle out of the room with a giggle, feeling like he had an order to follow. When Henry looked back at (Y/n) he could see the utter panic in her eyes and her expression was distraught. Had she missed her medications? She needed her insulin at set times, what if she had missed that, it could make her and the baby ill.

"Okay baby, you need to calm down for me. You can take your epilepsy meds at any time, your vitamin ones will be okay to have now and you have your other ones at night. Baby it's okay, I gave you your first insulin dose at lunch time but you need to eat now to have the next dose and the anti-emetics. I took care of the boys and Adam's just had an hour nap with you."

With a calming smile, Henry rubbed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm as he shuffled closer to her. He watched the clogs tick in her head as she thought it over. Her vitamin supplements were usually meant to take in the morning but it wasn't dangerous to take them at a different time, much the same with her epilepsy meds, as long as she didn't take too many or forget them then she was okay. And she took her stomach tablets and her anxiety meds at night before she went to sleep. It was her insulin she was more forgetful and worried about.

Her anti-emetics were different, they were usually to be taken first thing in the morning so that they could work in her system and stop her from throwing up whatever she ate. But since she hadn't eaten yet, it would be fine for her to take them now.

She began to feel more relieved as she mulled it over, she had slept for what felt like a lifetime but Henry had still made sure she got her insulin and would be okay. The fact he had given her it when she was asleep was surprising because (Y/n) was usually more of a light sleeper but she didn't even know or feel anything.

"Why didn't you wake me?" She exhaled deeply, feeling a lot calmer than she had a few seconds ago but it still felt funny.

(Y/n) didn't normally sleep  for this long, only when she was in the very late stages of pregnancy or if she was very ill. This wasn't natural for her and she didn't like sleeping through the day like this and missing things.

"Baby, you're meds have been changed and you weren't well yesterday, I thought sleeping might make you feel better."

"B-but you go away in three days for the week, I can't be like this I have to take care of the boys."

Henry was going away for a week to do promotion interviews and a small press panel for the newest movie he had just finished doing. It had been hard whilst he was always disappearing to film or train or rehearse but it was perfect timing that this pregnancy happened at the end of the filming. All that was left was the press interviews and the opening of the film in the theatre, then Henry was doing what he always did, have time off to be with his family.

But (Y/n) couldn't feel like this when he was away or else the boys would be neglected, she couldn't be sleeping all the time and forget to feed them or take them to school. She had to feel better than this and be well enough to cope and look after them.

At least the only thing she had to do was take the boys to school and maybe take them out to the park or to friend's houses. She didn't have to go food shopping because they always got a big shop delivered to the house and (Y/n) wasn't going back to work yet. She had been a part-time editor for a literacy company but after having the twins she stayed off work for a while and then not long after going back she had Adam.

Work was easy because she could stay home and work and then just go to the office twice or three times a week. It was easier and less stressful for her anxiety but Henry made more than enough to support them and he said it would be easier and safer if she kept to being a stay at home mum for now. She could look after the boys and it would be better for her health. Henry looked after her, he was always telling her he loved to look after her and help her and their boys.

Now she couldn't even dream of going back to work because it scared her too much. (Y/n) liked just focusing on being a mum, she was always with her boys, she played with them and took care of the house and she was there for their tantrums, to calm them down and for their best moments.

Work always made her more prompted to go out but now she was happier being at home and just going out with Henry, the boys or very close friends.

"Baby you won't, you're just getting used to your meds that's all, and mum said she'll come down to see you during the week and help out."

"No Henry I have to be well enough! I- I can't take my meds-" (Y/n) dragged her hands through her hair again as she felt like crying. Her meds kept her health stable, the insulin stopped her from becoming severely ill and needing to go to hospital and she needed them. But she couldn't keep taking all her meds if it was going to make her this drowsy, forgetful and tired, she had to be on the ball and look after the boys.

The different meds every so often and the new pregnancy was making it harder for her to be a good mum. Henry was always looking after her but she was depending on him a lot more now and she couldn't do that when he had to work.

"Sweetheart listen to me," Henry's voice was stern and his brows raised in a demeanour that told her she didn't have a choice but to listen. "You are not going off any of your meds because I'm not taking the risk of you getting seriously ill or the baby being ill. How about this, you stop taking the migraine painkillers since they might make you feel really tired, and you take your epilepsy meds at night. Then if they make you tired or a bit numb you'll sleep it off. Three days should be enough for you to get used to the new meds."

Henry brushed his thumb over (Y/n)'s cheek, a little bit firmer than usual to try and get her to listen. He couldn't have her not taking her meds, they kept her mellow, healthier and more reliant on him. If she didn't take them she would be at risk but she would also be more alert and less likely to ask Henry for help when she needed it. He couldn't have that.

"B-but the new meds..."

"Are stopping you from having a seizure and that keeps you and our little one safe. Now stop worrying about it sweetheart, don't I always make sure you're all okay?"

(Y/n) felt her breath jumping into her throat and a rush of adrenaline burned through her chest, stomach and tingled through her arms when Henry started to move. He crawled closer to her, prowling agonisingly slow like a predator approaching their prey. His right hand skimmed up her leg over her inner thigh and under her shirt to rest on her slowly growing belly. He moved his legs over until his knees were resting on the bed either side of (Y/n)'s legs, effectively pinning her beneath him.

The wide grin on his face that flashed some of his teeth showed his intentions and it made (Y/n) stomach shudder and her heart pick up speed. They both knew it wouldn't be long before one of the boys came to find them and drag them down for dinner.

But Henry was going to make use of the little time they had now. Making (Y/n) succumb to him and give in to him and to pleasure also made her more likely to give in to his demands and persuasions. She would be a lot more relaxed and calmer and at the end of the day, (Y/n) always knew that Henry was doing what was best for her and she never went against him.

She could feel his hand rubbing over her stomach and feeling the baby kick against his palm before his fingers started to skim lower and his hand pushed down against her skin to stop her from bucking up against him.

He knew the moment his lips moulded against hers that he had gotten his way, as always.

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"Chrissy I don't know..." (Y/n) shook her head nervously as she cuddled Hugh closer who was perched on her lap. He was a bit heavy but he was still her baby even if he was seven now, he and Levi always wanted cuddles from (Y/n) and Henry.

"Oh come on, how often do we get to go out together? And I miss the boys, come on it's just lunch, please?"

The pleading tone in Chrissy's voice made (Y/n)'s stomach tighten and her teeth chomp down on her lower lip. She knew what her sister was saying, they didn't see each other very often because Chrissy lived near their parents who were over two hours away. She didn't come by this way very often and when she did it was normally for a birthday or a celebration or party. But Chrissy was here for work and had today free so she wanted to see (Y/n).

They had been close before they both got jobs and (Y/n) moved here with Henry. But Chrissy loved her nephews and she loved (Y/n) and Henry, even though Henry was away this week Chrissy wanted them all to go out. She wanted to take (Y/n) and the boys out to lunch to catch up and have a nice fun outing before they had to depart again.

"I... okay, I just need to get my insulin, I might need it after we eat." (Y/n) pressed her lips to the top of Hugh's head who was already wriggling out of her arms to go and get ready.

(Y/n) didn't feel too keen on this idea but then again, she had grown up with Chrissy. They had always been close and had always gone out together and Chrissy was one of the very few people who took (Y/n)'s worries seriously and helped her with them. She didn't treat (Y/n) like she was panicking over nothing or like she was making it up for attention and she always made sure (Y/n) felt comfortable and never got angry if they had to leave somewhere because (Y/n) couldn't handle it.

She knew she would feel a lot better if Henry was here going with them but he was away and (Y/n) had to get used to him being away and doing stuff on her own.

"It'll be just like old times." Chrissy smiled encouragingly and took (Y/n)'s hand which surprisingly wasn't trembling like (Y/n) expected it to be.

(Y/n) began to nod before both their eyes diverted down to the phone on the table that started to ring, Henry's picture lighting up the screen. (Y/n) knew he was probably ringing to check she and the boys were okay and see if she had remembered her meds. Her anti-emetic meds were finally starting to work and dulling down the morning sickness so she was now starting to eat and feel better and more alert.

"It's Henry."

"Leave it, come on let's get ready and head out."

"But I need to talk to him-"

"(Y/n) come on, you know you'll tell him that you're worried about going out and then you'll panic yourself and the only way you'll calm down is by staying home and he will kick my ass if he thinks I'm forcing you to go. Let's get ready now and go before you overthink this, ring him when we get back. For me?" 

The sisters locked eyes for a few brief seconds before they both tried to reach for the one but (Y/n) groaned in frustration when Chrissy snatched it and declined the call. (Y/n) never hung up on Henry, she never missed a call, she was too panicked to do that and her OCD made her respond to any messages and texts straight away. She knew Chrissy was doing this for her own wellbeing and was only trying to help but (Y/n)'s mind was fighting with her over this.

Chrissy loved (Y/n) and she was always admiring how Henry was with her and fawning over their relationship and marriage. But she knew that if (Y/n) talked to Henry and started to panic, he would have to calm her down and then she wouldn't want to go. She knew Henry was protective and she knew if she tried to coax (Y/n) into going, even if it was for her own good, Henry would not be nice about it because he loved (Y/n). Chrissy admired that about Henry and she didn't want to argue with her brother-in-law especially about (Y/n).

"I... okay, let's go before I overthink this."

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"Hey, Henry?" Chrissy rested her hand on her hip as she bit down on her lip to stop her jaw from tightening out of nervousness. She couldn't figure out how to stand in a way that stopped her from being jittering or feeling uneasy. Her hand moved from her hip to wrap around the middle of her waist and she started to pace up and down the corridor to try and calm herself down.

Chrissy knew that this conversation was not going to be easy and it was not going to go very well.

"Hi, wow it's been a while since we've spoke, how are you?" The surprise was very evident in Henry's voice, he didn't normally call or get phone calls from Chrissy, they weren't that close. He got the odd text here and there but they mainly spoke when they were at a family gathering or saw posts of one another on social media.

"I'm good... uh, I've been in town so I came to see (Y/n) and the boys."

"Oh, are they all okay, I haven't spoke to (Y/n) since last night." There was apprehension in Henry's voice because he could just tell that something was wrong and it was putting him on edge.

"Henry,"

"What happened?"

"We all went out for lunch and it was great but just as we were leaving, (Y/n), she had a mini seizure-"

"What? Is she okay, is she hurt?!"

Chrissy could hear the frustration in Henry's panicked voice and she felt awful to be the one to ring him and talk to him. She knew how much he loved (Y/n) and how worried and upset he was when he had to be away from her and the boys. They were all so close with Henry and the family never liked to be separated.

Henry was the one who knew (Y/n) and her conditions the best, he always knew what to do and how to help her and how to avoid her becoming ill or any worse. Chrissy was (Y/n)'s sister but Henry was always better with looking after (Y/n), it sometimes made her envious.

"She zoned out and then started to stumble so we sat her down and tried talking to her but she was out of it for a few minutes. I brought her to the doctors just to check her over and they said she's fine and I can take her home soon. They're checking her blood pressure and giving her an ECG."

(Y/n) had been epileptic since she was a child so Chrissy being the elder sibling, she had always been around or aware of when it happened to her sister. She knew the signs of mini seizures and the larger ones and she knew how severe they could be and what to do when they happened but it was still scary. One minute (Y/n) had been talking as they left the restaurant and the next she was slowing down, not speaking with her eyes zoned out. She started to stumble around so Chrissy and the twins helped to sit her down but she wouldn't speak for a while.

It was clear what had happened and with how serious they could be and with (Y/n) being pregnant Chrissy knew they had to see a doctor just to get (Y/n) checked over. Normally the small ones were ones where (Y/n) could just sit and relax to recover but Chrissy wanted to be safe.

"Fuck, is the baby okay? I'll ring my mum to come stay with her when you get her home I can't have her alone after this."

Chrissy finally stopped her pacing as she tried to catch her breath, he wasn't as angry as she thought he would be, she knew how protective he was.

"They said the baby is fine and there's nothing to worry about, it was a small seizure so there's no signs of any kind of trauma or damage to either of them. And you don't have to do that I'm gonna stay with them for a day or two, make sure she's okay and she rests." She couldn't go home today after what had happened so she was going to stay the night and hopefully stay another day or more. Chrissy wanted to catch up with (Y/n) and spend some time with the boys, she did miss them all.

"Okay but don't take her out anywhere I mean it."

"What, Henry I-"

"You said you took her and the boys out for lunch, (Y/n) hasn't gone out without me for ages and she's been feeling panicked for the last month. You took her out and she had a seizure, they're brought on from stress so don't try and persuade her to go anywhere it could make her worse." Henry's tone was both demanding and chiding and it made a bubble of guilt build in the pit of Chrissy's stomach.

"She was willing to go I didn't force her, she can't lock herself away everyday Henry."

"Chrissy if she's been cooped up for weeks, suddenly going out without pre-planning sends her into a panic and stress will cause an episode so do me a favour and don't stress her or push her to do anything that will make her worry. You know how many times I've had a phone call saying she's had a seizure or collapsed and it's from her over-panicking and becoming afraid? I don't want another call like the one when we were expecting Adam."

When (Y/n) and Henry were expecting Adam, (Y/n) had been out on her own and she had been fine until she saw someone from her past.

(Y/n) had been attacked when she and Henry had been dating and it set her anxiety on fire. Seeing that person again in the street caused a panic attack and then a seizure, she'd been rushed to hospital and Henry got a call saying he needed to go there straight away. He dreaded that he'd get there and find out that they'd lost Adam or that he would be premature.

They were very lucky that (Y/n) got away with bruises and a small placental abruption, Henry couldn't have that kind of stress again.

"Okay, I'll ring you in the morning and let you know how they all are." The sorrow and guilt was very evident in Chrissy's voice as she dragged her fingers through her hair, trying to calm herself down.

"Thanks."

A sigh passed through Henry's lips when he hung up the phone and took a moment to calm himself down. At least this meant that (Y/n) would be too worried to go out anywhere without him for a while, that made things a lot easier for him now.

[bobateastay]

growing pains - kim hongjoong

kim hongjoong-centric (fem!reader mentioned)

tw - angst, takes place after reader's death, hongjoong has a son

word count: ~530

taglist: @pikacuuuuuuu @lovely-ateez @sunsethw4 @xirenex @seonghwanotes @choiberry

Hongjoong stared down at the toddler - his toddler, he reminded himself - with his brows pulled together and bottom lip stuck between his teeth. He was sleeping peacefully, unaware of Hongjoong standing by his bed or of anything other than whatever was going on in his dreams. Hongjoong let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding.

“I didn’t think it would be so hard,” he mumbled. The words felt heavy coming from his mouth. “Ah, what a stupid thing to say.”

He brushed his fingertips over the boy’s forehead and felt his heart clench. Turns out that there were reasons beyond financial stability and housing that people waited until they were a certain age to have kids. Nothing about it was easy. Except maybe loving the kid.

The love was easy. It came easily and in such large amounts that sometimes it caught Hongjoong off guard, the way he could feel it aching in his chest when he looked at the boy.

Not the boy, he thought to himself. My son.

Hongjoong was vaguely aware of some rule that said kids shouldn’t sleep with their parents after a certain age but he crawled in beside his son anyway, resting his hand atop the boy’s tummy. He had to be careful with each breath so that he didn’t fall off of the small bed but it was worth it.

“Your mum would be so proud,” Hongjoong whispered. He pressed a finger to the tip of his son’s nose for just a moment. He smiled, kissing his son’s temple. “You’re getting so big.”

As selfish as it was, Hongjoong didn’t like to mention you around the toddler. The last thing he anticipated after the two of you broke up a few years ago was that you’d have his kid without telling him. He expected the phone call about your passing even less. He wanted to pretend that you were still here, that you were still his friend who he called from time to time to catch up with, even if you hadn’t been together for a long time. He was trying to talk about you more, though. With his parents, his friends and with his son as well. Baby steps, he told himself.

“You’re like a little angel,” Hongjoong whispered. He stared at the boy with wide, curious eyes, trying to take in every little detail even when his eyes blurred with tears. He sniffled and carefully put his hand back against his son’s stomach. “I love you so much. Mummy loved- no, mummy loves you a lot too. So do all your uncles and so do your grandparents.”

He stopped talking when a sob rose up in his chest and made his shoulders shake. He swallowed the urge to cry, wondering how you’d managed to do this by yourself for the past few years. He kissed the top of his son’s head. He'd have to catch up on all the things he'd missed out on.

“My baby,” he murmured. There it was. The suffocating love that made his chest ache and his head hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath in an attempt to push it away but there was no getting rid of it. Sometimes he wondered how much of it was love and how much of it was nothing more than pain.

[tickly-trashcan]

Stuck in the Sheet {ShinDeku}

A/N: thank you anon! i love writing for shindeku, so i really enjoyed this one! i had a bit of a hard time coming up with an idea at first but after that I was good to go and had a lot of fun writing, so i hope you enjoy reading it as well!

Summary: Shinsou and Midoriya are getting ready for trick-or-treating, when all of a sudden, Midoriya is stuck in his costume. 

Word Count: 1.1k (under the cut)

Shinsou wrapped a few more bandages around his arm, tying them up at the end. Somewhat satisfied, he looked in the mirror as a mummy stared back at him. He was covered from head to toe in bandages, a few that were wrapped around his head held up only by his poofy purple hair. He looked over towards Midoriya, who was currently sewing on another patch on his Halloween costume, a big white sheet that would eventually cover him to make him look like a ghost. 

Midoriya held it out in front of him, examining it before pulling it back to sew in a few more stitches. 

“Need some help?”

Midoriya looked up at Shinsou, flashing him a soft smile before shaking his head.

“I should be alright, thank you though Hitoshi.”

Shinsou nodded, toeing the floor in boredom as he waited for Midoriya. He walked around as Midoriya continued to finish his stitching, reaching into the candy jar and pulling out a wrapped gummy worm.

“Just one!” Midoriya called. Shinsou paused unwrapping the gummy worm to look back, displeasure on his face.

“How did you even know?”

“I’m psychic!” Midoriya joked, turning around. He giggled when Shinsou rolled his eyes, popping the gummy worm in his mouth and setting the wrapper in the garbage can. He sat down on the bed next to Midoriya, laying down next to him as Midoriya held up the costume again.

Midoriya let out a small huff of pride as he stood up, flipping the costume around. Shinsou sat up and watched as Midoriya began to slide the sheet over his head with ease, his arms starting to poke out of sleeves…

Wait, wasn’t that the hood?

Shinsou held back a laugh as Midoriya started to squirm in the costume, his hands peeking out of the hood as the fabric swished around from the sheer vigor Midoriya was wriggling around with. 

Midoriya let out a whine, shaking around one more time before pausing, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“My costume’s stuck!”

“I can see that,” Shinsou said flatly, Midoriya letting out a huff.

“Can you help me out, please?” He asked, tone demanding. Shinsou chuckled and stood up from the bed, walking over to Midoriya.

“Sure, sure.”

Shinsou had already pre-decided that it would be much more entertaining to be a hindrance to Midoriya, how exactly to do that he was still unsure of.

“It’s hard to see what’s wrong with the sheet, hmm…” Shinsou pondered out loud as he circled Midoriya, despite knowing exactly what to do to free Midoriya from the grasp of the evil ghost sheet.

Shinsou reached out to grab at the sheet, thinking he would be grabbing Midoriya’s elbow, and was surprised when a sudden squeak was heard from underneath the sheet. Shinsou grinned.

“Did I hurt you, Izuku?”

“N-No, you’re fine! Just help me out of here already!” Midoriya managed to squeak out, squirming around in the sheet again. Shinsou hummed, reaching out again and feeling around Midoriya’s body, squeezing his side “accidentally” as he reached his other hand out to steady Midoriya’s squirming.

“H-Hehe, Hitoshi, stop messing around,” Midoriya said softly, holding back his giggles as best he could as Shinsou began to squeeze Midoriya’s other side, causing him to jump around a bit as he continued to fight against the sensations and the sheet at the same time.

“I’m not messing around, I’m trying to help you out of this silly sheet,” Shinsou said, though by this point he couldn’t fight back the grin on his face that seeped into his voice, giving it a playful tone that Midoriya easily picked up on.

“Hitoshi!” He squeaked when Shinsou moved his hands slowly down Midoriya’s sides to his hips, giving them a firm squeeze as Midoriya wriggled around, giggles pouring from his mouth. 

Midoriya tried to back away from Shinsou, tripping over his feet and falling backwards, letting out a sharp cry as he fell towards the floor. Shinsou quickly caught him, lowering him to the floor slowly as he continued to poke and prod around his tummy, scribbling his fingers all over it as Midoriya started to laugh in earnest now.

The sensations almost felt worse now that Midoriya couldn’t see what Shinsou was doing, he could only feel whatever Shinsou was doing, and he couldn’t predict where he would go next. Midoriya squealed when Shinsou raised his hands to drum along Midoriya’s ribs, digging his fingers between each one as a stream of cackles escaped Midoriya’s lips.

“Hitohohohohoshi! Stohohohop it!”

“You’re still stuck though, I’m just trying to help Izuku,” Shinsou teased, drilling his fingers into Midoriya’s upper ribs, Midoriya arching his back as he wriggled around, laughing harder than before as he kicked his legs out, Shinsou sitting beside him as he continued to work his evil fingers on Midoriya.

“NAAHAHAHAHahahat there! Eee, not thehehehehere!” Midoriya yelled loudly as Shinsou dug his hands under Midoriya’s arms, scribbling his fingers in the hollow as Midoriya tugged at his arms desperately, still stuck above his head.

Shinsou grinned as he continued in that spot, drawing circles around that spot as Midoriya continued to kick his legs, tugging harder at his hands, finally freeing them. He immediately glued them to his sides, trying to get rid of the sensations that Shinsou was currently causing, but to no avail.

“See? You’re not stuck now, good job,” Shinsou said loudly over Midoriya’s laughter, Midoriya’s head starting to peek out through the hood as he shook his head from side to side. Shinsou looked up to see a bright red face, dotted with freckles and a single tear streaking down the cheek.

Shinsou slowed his fingers, Midoriya’s laughter dying down before Shinsou finally managed to wriggle his hands out from under Midoriya’s arms, Midoriya panting heavily.

He sat up after he had finally collected himself, glaring at Shinsou from under his little ghost hood as Shinsou chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Midoriya’s hood. Midoriya forced frowned and shook his head, crossing his arms and turning away from Shinsou, trying to hide the grin that threatened to cross his face.

Shinsou poked Midoriya’s side once, Midoriya letting out a squeak and turning around, Shinsou placing a gentle kiss on his nose when he turned. Blushing, Midoriya sputtered, waving his hands in front of him as Shinsou smiled softly, standing up and reaching a hand out for Midoriya.

“Ready for trick-or-treating?”

Midoriya hesitantly took his hand, Shinsou hoisting him up easily and pulling him into his arms. Midoriya’s cheeks flushed a light pink, but he nodded.

Shinsou grinned, unwrapping his arms from Midoriya and reaching for his hand, leading him out of his dorm room as they went off to spend the rest of the night together. 

[evolsinner]

⊱┊30

i don't need 'looking after'! i am perfectly capable of taking care of my own damn self. from the moment kayrem has walked back into our lives, he's been showing off. he's trying to prove his 'worth' to the family, and it's annoying the heck out of me!

first, he takes me away from isaac against my will, then he does this elaborate show of how much he still has an effect on me. i mean, the only reason i called him is that there was no one else to call!! and now he's brought a fucking dog for maxi? sucking up to father? it's not fair! he just doesn't get to be gone for this long and then have the easiest welcome back party.

i hate him!

after grumpily hopping out of the shower, i crash straight into bed. mum's doing overtime which means i'll get to see her first thing in the morning. this is good because i'm still figuring out what to say to her.

my parents always change roles, either one of them is too mad and the other is understanding or vice versa. so i guess she’s gonna be playing the ‘mad’ role tomorrow.

i slide out of bed and creep down the hallway, pausing at the source of the problem…in me.

"what are you doing?" i push the door further in.

without looking up from his crouching position, kayrem’s like, “the dvd player is jacked up. i'm tryna get it to work," and takes a gulp from his redbull.

"can't you wait till tomorrow to do it?"

"tomorrow can wait."

ugh, i never seem to make sense of his comebacks like these. just answer properly, jeez. "what are you tryna watch anyway?"

"get in the bed and you'll see," he grins.

the fuck? wait... i mean, i do kinda need to tell him something so..

"oh, and, shut the door. make sure to lock it too."

"'lock it'?" i stand there nervously.

"we don't want anyone walking in."

huh?

"if one of those scenes happen to come on," he adds like an afterthought.

"oh..." i shut the door and crawl into his bed, sitting up and crossing my legs. "why not just netflix and chill? that dvd player is pretty old; i don't think you can get it to work." i immediately shut my mouth, realising what i said could be taken the wrong way too.

he quits messing about with the player and looks over his shoulder at me with an amused frown, "huh?"

"i meant, like, watch a movie on the laptop. not..y'know. like, literally only a movie and nothing else."

"fine, i suppose you do have a point," he turns off the tv and dvd player before grabbing the laptop and climbing into bed with me. "fuck,” he taps away at the keys, “forgot it was flat.”

"can you just sleep with me instead?"

he raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"next to me! n~not with me!" i quickly clarify before laying down, all red and hot.

i hear the lid of the laptop shut, followed by a swift motion of a shirt being pulled off. the bed dips as a body lies down behind me. gradually, i feel warmth shifting closer to me and the smell of red bull breath. like magnets, we stick together. a hand weaves its way underneath my shirt and i tense up.

"relax," he coos.

his fingers trace over my mini love handles, nearing my belly button. i don't know if i want him to go higher or lower. slightly, i back up into him, rubbing my ass in circular motions on his dick. a grunt leaves his mouth, his hot breath hitting my nape. my respiration elevates and the follicles on my forearms stand up.

"sorry," i sigh.

"don't be. if you like it, keep doing it."

i back up into him further and rest my ass on his bulge. his hand goes higher, tracing the side of my boob, to my underboobs, then to the other side; forming a 'w' in the process.

"you're not wearing a bra.”

"..they're uncomfortable."

he slowly goes up the slopes of my boobs and runs his thumb over my tits, kneading them for a while. "you like this?"

"mhm.."

"how about this?" he skims his hand all the way down to the top of my panties.

i turn a little on my back and buck my hips up, desperately inching my body closer to his fingertips. he inserts his hand and goes past the stubble to reach my throbbing clit. now i can feel the pressure of his dick getting erect and also his hand on my pussy.

"here?" his finger hovers.

"y..yes.."

he tenderly presses down and a moan escapes my mouth.

"you're so sensitive, babysis," he whispers. "i haven't even started."

he rubs my button in a figure 8 which makes me squirm like a worm. his fingers slide in between my moist folds, massaging me, as they go back up again to torture my clit.

"kayrem, please, in..in me."

he puts his mouth next to my ear, "how many?"

"as many as you can fit.."

"on one condition, you have to call me by my middle name from now on, sis."

knots get created in my stomach. knots and crosses. clusters and ravels. memories and misery. no, this cannot be happening again. i was here to talk to him, not play with him.

"stop.”

"what?"

"lavanda," i pull his hand out, "i'm sorry."

he doesn't say anything, but i can tell he's not that happy. i turn to face him. he's lying on his back with an arm crossed behind his head, in a pensive mood. there's a sense of nostalgia dancing in his distant expression as he stares out the skylight. i cuddle up to him, laying an arm and a leg over his torso.

“missed my room,” he murmurs melancholically.

“yeah, think i liked it better as a guest room.”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes. "…why did you come back, marie?"

"i have something to tell you."

he glances at me curiously with those hazel eyes. how can i get lost in them when i have the exact same colour? his other sleeveless arm lingers over the blanket. i shift closer to him so that my body gently presses into his. he’s warm.

"i'm pregnant."

nothing but tensive as hell silence fills the room.

finally, kayrem exhales loudly, his stomach deflating and my arm lowering with the motion. "why the fuck are you telling me that?" he shoves me away. "i don't care about the shit you do with him. i also don't appreciate you bringing his shit back here."

"your shit."

"what?" he faces me with a blank expression.

"it's yours."

he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

i sit up criss~cross applesauce. "that night when we did it, i..i haven't gotten my.." i clear my throat and start again. "i haven't gotten my..my.. ugh, sorry," i apologise, picking at my cuticles.

"it's okay. you can tell me. i’m your big brother," kayrem leans up on his elbow and stops me from fidgeting.

"i haven't gotten my period since. isaac said that he could deal with me being.." i gesture with my eyes to my tummy, "but he doesn't know that it's yours. and if he did, i don't know what he'll think of me. i just thought you should know before i did anything.”

“i..uhh…” kayrem scratches the back of his head. "do you know how far along you are?"

i shake my head.

"have you been to the doctors?"

i shake my head again.

"jesus, marie, have you done anything for it?"

no…

"i'm taking you to the docs tomorrow, i don't care," and he slumps back down.

"what, no!"

"you're going."

"i'm not!"

"like, hell."

"for fuck's sake!" i throw my hands up in the air. "i'm not keeping it, okay!”

he glares at me, trying to remain pragmatic, "i'm pretty sure this is the hormones talking, not you."

"don't you dare blame this on the hormones!"

"fine then," he spits out, "why even tell me all this when you could've gotten rid of it back there?! huh!?"

"because you had the right to know,” i murmur sadly.

he closes his eyes and shakes his head with a sigh, "you don't have to get rid of it because of how it came to be. it's selfish..heedless."

i shrug.

“if you’re worried about mother and father, don’t be. as long as i’m here, nobody can hurt you.”

yet he hurts me from simply uttering those weighty words.

"you can still give it up, but don't kill it.”

"we need to… incest and stuff. it’ll look like an alien.”

“incest or love?”

“i don’t love you, loser.”

“listen, we made the risk the moment we decided not to use..” he stops himself, clearly agitated. “anyways, the point is, marie, you're not a killer. you're nowhere close to being like him."

“what did you say?”

"nothing.”

“no, you said something, tell me.”

“dang it," kayrem rolls his eyes frustratedly. "i wasn't supposed to say anything till morning."

"what are you talking about?"

"hey," he grips my hand softly. "c’mon, let's go to sleep."

"no," i snatch my hand back. "i don't want you touching me right now."

he scoffs, "for real?"

i stare at him.

“whatever, get some sleep," and he turns on his other side, throwing the blanket over himself.

"i hate you, kayrem, i really do."

no answer.

i was about to leave his stupid room when the door sways open quietly.

"rosé, are you in here?" maxi's fragile voice wonders.

"buddy, what's up?" kayrem lifts his head up.

"wasn't talkin' to you," maxi mumbles.

"maxi, what happened?" i ask him.

"rosé," he says with relief when he hears my voice, "i..i had a nightmare and it was... it was..." he breaks into tears before having the chance to finish his sentence.

"naw, baby, come here," i hold my arms out.

"it was really scary!" he squeals and runs to me.

"it was just a nightmare, maxi, a bad dream," i console him, wiping his tears away. "it's not real. you have nothing to worry about, i promise."

"can i sleep with you guys, please?" he asks innocently.

“let’s go to my room, okay?”

"of course," kayrem grips my arm. "jump in, maximus. you can sleep in the middle, between me and marie."

"the... the house was on fire," maxi lays down, and i pull the covers over him. "i couldn't find you, rosé. i couldn't find mummy or daddy or kayrem too. when i looked out the window, i saw all of you standing there and smiling at me."

"jesus..." kayrem mutters.

"you know us, maxi," i sweep his locks to the side. "we would never leave you if the house was ever on fire. that wasn't us in your dream. they just looked like us."

"but you left me ~ twice, already."

i have trouble replying, sorta embarrassed, and give kayrem a glance.

"hey, bud, it was just a nightmare, alright?" he decides to step in for me. "nightmares can scare you, but they can't hurt you."

"see, you're safe with us," i add. "now go to sleep," i kiss him on the forehead. "kayrem and i will make sure the monsters can't come and get you."

"yeah, lil bro, your sister and i...we have our ways," he sends me a wink.

ew.

maxi nods, sobbing in my chest, and tries to fall asleep.

"what the fuck kind of movies have you been letting him watch lately?!" i hiss at kayrem.

"just an ep or two of supernatural," he informs me. "didn't think it'd be that bad."

"you didn't think..??" i shake my head in irritation. "you're such an idiot..!"

after 10 minutes or so, i can hear little snores coming from maxi.

kayrem puts his arm across maxi and rests the hand at the end of it on my waist. "kinda like seeing you like this," he whispers. "all protective of him. turns me on...a little."

i punch his shoulder, "nothing's gonna happen between you and i with him here. now shush, you're gonna wake him."

with my eyelids closed, the scent of red bull breath comes even closer, and before i know it, a pair of wet lips have enveloped over mine. i am caught a bit off guard because, like, our little brother is with us, and what if he wakes up? however, this doesn't seem to bother my big brother in the slightest.

there's something mellow about the kiss. it makes me feel safe and sound. i try not to make a sound or get lost in it, but i'm kinda losing it already. he tastes of sin, taurine and the colour red if red had a taste. he sticks his hand under my shirt, egging me on. we're both lowkey squishing burrito maxi in the process.

"fuck, stop, stop..!" i quickly retract.

"he's asleep," kayrem says calmly. "he ain't seein' nothin'," and attempts to find my lips again.

"i don't care. goodnight."

a moment later, kayrem snuggles his head inches away from mine and is like, "this could be us, you know. keep it, please.”

[phati-sari]

Arshi FF: Charade - Chapter 34

Chapter 33 // Read on FFnet // Read on Wattpad

Chapter 34: Catalyst

Khushi

“Did you think I wasn’t doing anything about Shyam?”

A sense of foreboding. “Well … you never said …”

“That man ruined our lives,” Arnav-ji’s voice rose. “He betrayed Di and he misbehaved with you. I have to do something.”

“I … I know … but—”

“—But what, Khushi?”

“He’s t-the father of Di’s ch-child.”

Arnav-ji’s mouth twisted in distaste, “That child will be better off without him.”

She watched as he gathered up his files, processing his words in their silence.

“How can you say that?” she asked when he stood next to her again. “If Babu-ji hadn’t taken me in, who knows what … and you … you …”

Look at how much your father’s actions have hurt you.

But she trailed away, remembering all too late that he didn’t know what Di had revealed about their parents.

“What about me?” he prompted.

“And you …” Khushi released a shaky breath, “… you know how much this will hurt Di.”

Arnav-ji closed his eyes briefly, pausing as he reached for his phone. “I’ll take care of Di. She’ll be fine. We need to rid our lives of his poison.”

“This will hurt everybody,” Khushi sat on the edge of their bed. “Jiji and Jija-ji. Nani-ji, Mami-ji, Mama-ji.”

He came to kneel at her side and took her hands in his.

“I was going to tell Di that night itself. But then … her pregnancy … for a while I didn’t know what to do. But I promised Di a long time ago that I’ll always take care of her. I need to do this.”

She bit her lip, a thousand worries spilling over in her heart, but one truth was undeniable.

“I trust you,” she squeezed his hands. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Arnav-ji used gentle fingers to brushed away her tears and kissed her temple as he stood. She held his bag on the way downstairs, her eyes finding her family still gathered around the dining table.

Everyone’s so happy.

Her husband pulled her into his arms as soon as the front door closed behind them. He inhaled deeply.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of everything.”

Khushi cuddled into him, “I know.”

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Arnav-ji wasn’t in his cabin when Khushi arrived there in the lunch hour. Gesturing to the peon to set down the plates and glasses he carried, she made their meal ready as she waited. With her dabbas distributed and orders for the next day taken, she had the afternoon free. The intervening hours had brought with them a sense of calm — her mind understood that her hope of Shyam-ji mending his ways and becoming a true member of their family was all but lost, but her heart still shied away from the thought of causing Di any hurt.

Arriving a few minutes later, Arnav-ji took in the spread without comment as he wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her close from behind.

“Someone will see,” she fretted, looking around.

He ignored her protest, “Will you smile for me now?”

“Wh-what?”

Tipping her chin with two fingers, he forced her to meet his eyes, “I don’t like seeing you sad.”

Khushi turned in his arms, smoothing her hands over his chest and behind his neck.

“I don’t … I don’t want to hurt Di,” she said softly.

“I don’t want to hurt her either, but this is for the best. The hurt is better than spending the rest of her life with that man.”

He guided her into a chair and took a seat beside her. Uncovering the dishes as she watched, he spooned some of everything into a plate before offering it. The hollow in her tummy returned; as if the private world of happiness they’d painstakingly made for themselves over the last few weeks was coming to an end.

“Khushi, look at me.”

She found him staring intently at her, his eyes burning with emotion.

“I have to get him out of the house. Away from you. Away from Di.”

Pushing all her worry and doubt aside, she mustered up a smile. “And I’ll help you.”

Arnav-ji ate a few morsels of his food before setting his plate on the table.

“I should tell you a few things before Aman gets here.”

Khushi paused with food halfway to her mouth, “Like what?”

“First, that I’ve had Shyam followed for the last few weeks.”

“Of course!” she squealed as hope blossomed in her chest. “You’ll be able to see what he gets up to if you secretly follow him!”

But Arnav-ji was already shaking his head, “Not secretly. I made sure he knew about it.”

The clatter of her plate as she put it on the desk was lost in her wail.

“Hai Devi Maiyya, what have you done? That’s not how you spy on people! Haven’t you watched any movies? You have to follow him secretly, it doesn’t work if he knows about it!”

“I don’t care what he knows, only that he understands I’m in control of this situation. I organised it the day you told me that he’d touched you. Has he been near you since? No. Because he knows I’m watching him, and all he’s done is go to his offices, the courts, and come back home. You’re safe.”

And just like that she felt warm, protected, wanted, and utterly in love with him.

“But Arnav-ji, this way you’ll never catch him doing something wrong!”

He forced her plate back into her hands with a warning look. She ate a morsel as he spoke.

“I don’t need to catch him doing something wrong. I need him away from you and Di until everything is in place.”

“B-but …”

“It also gives us time to work out how to approach this with our families.”

He reached across and tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. The gesture calmed her enough to make a case.

“We can gather everyone together and tell them. Shyam-ji will be forced to confess when Jiji and I tell everyone what he did. You can tell everyone what you saw that night.”

But this, he explained, was not the way to go. It wasn’t enough to tell everyone. Shyam-ji was sure to defend himself. They needed to understand everything he’d done and was doing so they weren’t surprised.

“Is this what the meeting with Aman-ji is about?”

“Aman has been helping me. He investigated everything about Shyam again — I wanted to make sure I hadn’t missed something when he was marrying Di.”

“And?”

“There was nothing in his past. If there’s any evidence, it will be in his present. We looked into his stay in Laxmi Nagar but found nothing you hadn’t already told me. We need to decide where to focus next.”

Deep in thought, Khushi tidied the table. Shortly afterwards, Aman-ji arrived at doors of the cabin with the peon, who took everything away. Arnav-ji settled on the other side of the table, leaving the chair next to Khushi free for his manager.

“Namaste, Khushi-bhabhi,” the man said as he took a seat. He carried several folders with him.

“Namaste, Aman-ji. Arnav-ji tells me your sister got engaged. Congratulations”

Aman-ji’s eyes warmed with obvious love for his sister, “Yes, she’s getting married early next year.”

“That’s wonderful! Is she your only sister?”

“No, I have two. The elder one has married already. Her daughter’s first word was Mamu. Not Mummy.”

Khushi stifled her giggle as her husband cleared his throat pointedly.

Aman-ji shifted in his seat, “Sorry, Sir. I have an update.”

“Yes, I’ve brought Khushi up to speed.”

“Jha has good relationships with the people at his offices despite not spending much time there. According to them, he’s kind-hearted and helpful to a fault. He takes care of the clients others tend to overlook.”

Khushi’s tummy churned on hearing such praise about a man she hated with everything she had. Arnav-ji gave her a placating look when she caught his eye.

“I don’t understand,” she spoke as Aman-ji handed her husband a file. “If he’s so good at his job, why didn’t he ever help us?”

“What do you mean?” asked Arnav-ji.

A bubble of embarrassment, but Khushi pushed it to the side. “He never did any of the work Bua-ji asked him to. He was supposed to look into her pension — it’s been stuck for months.”

“That’s not the kind of legal work he does,” Aman-ji objected.

Khushi hesitated, blinking at Arnav-ji in confusion. His explanation was soft.

“Not all lawyers are the same. Shyam doesn’t lobby the government. His focus is financial litigation — he helps people file cases against big companies.”

“Oh. I didn’t realise.”

“But it may indicate something else,” Aman-ji rummaged through a folder as he spoke. “I found someone willing to give a statement that Shyam doesn’t accept payment for his kind deeds. Instead, he allows people to pay him in ways they can afford. Sometimes it’s a small fee. Sometimes it’s favours.”

“Favours?”

At her question, Aman-ji turned kind eyes towards Khushi. “And not always legal favours,” he said.

“But this means … does this mean he doesn’t make money?” she frowned.

“He’s been increasingly reliant on Di’s money,” Arnav-ji’s tone was roughened by anger. “I didn’t think much of it at first, but he uses her credit card, takes money out of her account. Where does his money go?”

“That’s the next line of inquiry,” Aman-ji nodded. “I want to understand it as well. I don’t think he takes care of people who are overlooked. I think he preys on the desperate.”

“Do you think …” Khushi bit her lip, gathering courage, and then spoke into the silence as the men looked at her. “Do you think he’s done this before? Tricked and m-married other women?”

Her husband’s manager shook his head, “No. We would’ve found evidence of it when we checked into him three years ago. And again a few weeks ago. Whatever he’s doing, it’s nothing like that.”

Plainly, Aman-ji thought this would reassure her. But Khushi felt an old dread sit heavily in her tummy. “Th-then wh-why? Why me? Why would he …”

Arnav-ji stood abruptly, rounding the table with long strides to stand next to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder, “Khushi, none of this is your fault.”

Blinking away sudden tears, she looked up at her husband. He traced his knuckles over her cheek as she took a shuddering breath. The simple touch gave her strength. Cementing the contact by covering the hand on her shoulder, she turned to find Aman-ji watching them keenly. If she knew him better, Khushi would’ve guessed that he wanted to say something, but he simply placed the rest of the files on the desk before speaking.

“Everything I was able to find is in these. I’ll look into his financials, hopefully there’s something there. Mr Roy also sent the documents you asked him to prepare, they’re in this blue folder. ”

“Were you able to find anything about the police investigation?” Arnav-ji asked from beside her.

“Ahh, they haven’t made much progress, Sir.”

“What investigation?” Khushi looked between the two men.

It was Arnav-ji who answered. “The police don’t think Di’s crash was an accident. They think it was done deliberately to target me.”

“What!?” Khushi shot to her feet. “What do you mean?”

Her husband gave a short sigh.

“Relax,” his hands on her shoulders, “I have it under control. I have someone inspecting all the cars daily.”

She shook her head, taking his face between her hands. His stubble was rough on her palms. “Someone tried to kill you and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I can’t believe this! You said—“

“—Khushi, can we do this later?”

She suddenly remembered that Aman-ji was still in the room, and whirled to find him staring determinedly at the floor. She subsided, sinking into her chair with Arnav-ji’s hand trapped firmly between her own.

Aman-ji cleared his throat, “The police seem lost. They’re going to investigate any threats made towards you but I doubt they’ll find anything. Mr Roy is taking them through some emails.”

“Leave it. Focus on Shyam’s financials.”

This declaration from her husband seemed to signal an end to the meeting but Aman-ji didn’t move.

“There’s … There’s one more thing I’d like to pursue.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing, just a hint of an idea. I’ll need access to the entry and exit logs at Shantivan.”

When she’d first started visiting Shantivan, Khushi had been asked to sign her name at the gate while the guards called the house. Now she realised that they’d stopped once she’d become a member of staff herself — to train Lavanya-ji — and later become family.

Disapproval coloured Arnav-ji’s voice. “Why?”

“To see if there’s a pattern.”

There was a long pause. Khushi opened her mouth to ask a question, but Arnav-ji spoke first.

“The privacy of my family means a lot to me, Aman.”

“I understand, Sir. I’ll be discreet. I won’t take the records off the grounds.”

“Will you need the video footage?”

Khushi started, “Video footage?”

“There are cameras at the entrance to the property,” Arnav-ji answered. “Just in case.”

Aman-ji twirled a pen, “I might take a quick look once I’ve seen the logs.”

“I’m trusting you,” there was a hard warning in Arnav-ji’s tone. “No harm will come to my family.”

“No, Sir.”

Arnav-ji nodded, expression grim. He was subdued for the rest of the conversation and didn’t speak once Aman-ji had left.

“You never said there are cameras,” Khushi said softly.

“Only at the front gate and around the perimeter.”

“Not … not at the doors?”

Arnav-ji seemed to hear the question she didn’t ask. “No one sees us. I promise.”

Her body warmed at the memory of all the kisses they’d shared at the doors. She bit her lip, saw him focus on the action.

“And you trust Aman-ji with our video footage?” her voice shook a little.

He released a breath, “Yes.”

“Why?”

“That’s a story for later,” Arnav-ji flicked through one of the folders his manager had left. “Right now, I want to know your thoughts about what Aman said.”

“I still think we can still make Shyam-ji confess to everything. It’s the only way.”

“And still I disagree.”

“Everyone will believe us when we — with Jiji and maybe even Amma and Bua-ji — tell them what happened.”

“Would you believe someone if they came into this office and accused me of these things?” Arnav-ji put the folder down. “If someone told you I’d been living with another family, tried to marry another woman?”

“No! Of course not! How could you even—”

Understanding crashed into her. Arnav-ji spoke after a long moment.

“He’s been a part of our family for years. Di all but worships him. I can tell everyone what I saw. You and Payal can tell everyone what happened. But you know devious he is. It will be hard for everyone to understand.”

“He’s vile,” she shivered. “Dangerous.”

“Yes.”

Khushi made ready to leave, gathering her bag and phone while Arnav-ji typed quickly at his laptop. He stood as she finished, “I’ll walk you downstairs.”

“N-no, I can go.”

She intended to kiss his cheek in farewell, but he captured her lips in a kiss that spoke of heat and passion and all the other things they’d shared last night. A moan clawed its way from her throat at the memory of his touch, his words, and he made a sound of approval as his hands roamed across her body. She tried to get under his waistcoat, then splayed her fingers on his back when that didn’t work. They were both breathing hard when he released her.

“Take care of yourself,” he stroked his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’ll see you tonight.”

The promise in his tone, the scorch of his gaze, it all left her breathless. Incapable of speech, she barely managed a nod, and it was only when she was on the stairs that she remembered that everyone could see into his cabin.

But no one paid her any mind when she reached the main floor, and Khushi relied on memory to find Aman-ji’s office. He invited her inside as soon as she knocked.

“Khushi-bhabhi? Does ASR-Sir need something?”

“No, Aman-ji. I wanted to talk to you.”

What did you see in that office? Between us?

“Ahh,” he indicated to a pair of settees in his office and sat across from her. The small coffee table between them held a number of folders and a newspaper.

“I owe you an apology,” he began, “I … I saw what was happening at the temple and allowed it to happen. You must despise me.”

“No, of course not!”

“This is not the man I want to be,” he waved away her protest. “I have no real explanation. Only that, when I saw you today, the way you are with one another … I felt less guilty about the part I played.”

Aman-ji leaned forward, his features earnest, “You must understand. I saw you. I saw the way he was with you when you worked here. He changed. You … you enlivened him. And when I heard you were working at his home, when I heard Aakash-Sir was marrying your sister, I hoped. I was confident, when he called me that night, that it was a mutual decision. It seemed only natural. But when I saw the papers … when I saw you …”

Khushi’s heart twisted at the man’s words.

“It was my idea to get married,” she spoke softly.

“But he wanted to elope,” Aman-ji gazed into the middle distance. “I have no excuse. I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need,” she blinked back tears. “What’s done is done. Now there’s nothing to be gained by looking backwards.”

“Was … was this what you came to speak to me about?”

Khushi shook her head, her hands twisting in her lap.

“No, but you’ve answered my question already. I’m … I’m glad Arnav-ji has someone like you in his life.”

“Bhabhi, if there’s anything I can ever—”

“—Keep him safe. Make sure he can trust you.”

“Yes. Always.”

Chapter 35

[ehenyeoongg]

A CONTRACTUAL MARRIAGE

Pairing: CEO Lee Taeyong x Kang Jiyeon  Word count: 1.7k

Synopsis: She recently found out that she was pregnant with his child. But towards the end of the contracted marriage, she noticed he was acting more hostile towards her. After the contracted marriage, she decided to keep the baby a secret, until her best friend decided that her break up was not a good enough excuse to not attend the party she had organised for Jiyeon.

"Chaeyeon! Where did you get it?" I asked my best friend who held a beautiful strapless blue midnight gown up.

"I asked my mum about it. She said she would love to see you in it. Sister, your body is perfect for it. It's like she actually made the dress for you." She over exaggerated. I thanked her and changed into the dress. It was loose, and hid the small baby bump that had begun to form a month ago. She did my makeup and helped me choose my jewelry. When we were ready, we got into the white limousine waiting for us outside.

I scrolled through Instagram as we were on the way there and a post caught my eye.

[KIM MINHEE AND LEE TAEYONG SEEN TOGETHER. WHERE IS MRS. LEE?]

I switched my phone off and placed it in my bag. Soon, we arrived at the venue. I got out of the car and the cameras started flashing immediately. Reporters asked questions and I ignored them and continued walking as bodyguards helped control the crowd.

We walked into the room and I noticed people were staring at us. God, why is everyone looking at us? Is it the dress? The makeup?  It must've been the posts.

I looked around and two people caught my eye. There he is, and with another woman. Why should I care? It's not like he ever loved me anyway. I looked away and excused myself to go to the washroom but Chaeyeon pulled me back.

"Hey beautiful, where are you going? I helped you with your makeup and dress, you better not mess this up." she walked off.

I turned around and noticed that he was gone from his place beside Minhee. I looked and saw him walking quickly towards me. I turned to walk away but he followed me and pulled me into an empty hallway.

"Why are you here?" He asked, his hand gripping my wrist tightly.

"It's my best friend's party and hasn't our contract ended already? You don't have to pretend to be a caring husband anymore. We're over, you said it yourself. You didn't want anything to do with me anymore." I snatched my hand away before walking off.

"Jiyeon!" he shouted after me.

"You're already with another woman, why care about me?" I heard his footsteps and quickened my pace as he caught up with me.

"Minhee? Jiyeon, No," He held me by my bare shoulders and turned me around to face him, "She told me you'd be here and I agreed to attend. I was looking for you all over Korea, but couldn't find you. Where were you?" I kept quiet.

"Kang, No. Lee Jiyeon. I care for you. I love you." his warm hands held mine.

"Love? The day we met, you-"

"The day we met. Yes, I followed you, but I wasn't stalking you. You were drunk, I just wanted to help you return home safely, but you refused to tell me where you lived and I had to bring you over to my place. Then you walked straight to my room and.. You know the rest." He took in a deep breath.

"Jiyeon, if anything you are the best wife in the world. I'm sorry if I hurt you and if I was cold toward you. I was just scared that someone would steal you away from me and use you as my weakness. I'm sorry I wasn't truly honest about my feelings towards you. Before you came into my life, I didn't know the meaning of joy, happiness or love. But during our entire relationship, all you did was open my eyes to everything. You turned my life so colorful even my hairstylists can't argue." he pointed to his red hair. It had been white when I met him, then blue. When I saw him with his red hair, I thought his head was bleeding.

"Jiyeon, I'm sorry." I wiped away the tears on his cheeks that fell as he spoke. He pulled me into a hug and I hugged back as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“I-”

“Marry me, Jiyeon. For real this time, no contract.” I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and nodded.

"Let's go, the party's starting." Mark appeared suddenly. Taeyong nodded, and I was about to follow the younger boy out, but he pulled me into his arms. He wiped my tears away and held my face as he looked into my eyes.

"Wait, promise me you won't ever leave me again?" I nodded.

"Promise." I kissed him and he gave me another kiss.

"And you'll put this back on?" there was a ring on his pinky finger. I threw it away into the river that day, where did he find it? I nodded and smiled at him as he took the ring off and put it on my ring finger. We walked back into the room, my arm linked through his.

Minhee looked surprised to see us.

"Hey, lovebirds." Chaeyeon invited us to a table. Doyoung sat beside her.

"Let the show begin." Taeyong gave a questioning look as the pair turned to face the stage where Mark was standing on.

"Good evening everybody. I hope you have all had an enjoyable time today and I am sad to say that this gathering has come to an end. Oh, but before we end, shall we watch a clip?"

The lights dimmed as a few people brought in a projector and screen up on stage and set it up. Two figures stood in a hallway. The smaller figure looked like a girl. Minhee?  Her voice blasted through the speakers.

"I told you to ruin them. I even paid you. How much more do you need to get rid of her? I'll pay you everything. Just separate Lee Taeyong and Kang Jiyeon! Kill her if you have to!" She shouted at the person standing in front of her and the clip ended.

There were murmurs all over the room.

"As you all know, a few accidents have occurred over the past few days, which our dear Mrs. Lee has been involved in. So, after countless nights, my team and I have been searching for the culprit."

I turned in Minhee's direction as she stood up. The car accident, kidnapping.. Everything was all planned by her?

"No, that wasn't-I.. Taeyong.." she slowly walked closer to our table as a few detectives burst through the double doors and ran over to her. Taeyong's eyes burned with fury as he stood up from his seat glaring at her.

"Now, Ms Kim. What do you have to say to defend yourself?" Doyoung stood in front of Minhee. "You harmed two lives when you put Mrs Lee in danger. And remember, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." Wait, how did he know? I gave Chaeyeon a glare and caught Taeyong staring at me with an open mouth when I looked away from her.

"Two?" he asked.

"Surprise?" I said.

"You're pregnant!?" 

"Yes, she is." Minhee hid a smirk. "But I don't think she will be any more," She broke free from the detectives holding her down and ran toward me with a knife in her hand. Taeyong pushed me out of the way and she stabbed him instead. I watched as her eyes widened and she pulled away.

"TAEYONG!" he fell to the floor as Minhee ran away with the detectives chasing her.

"GUARDS!" Mark shouted and some guards ran after her as I sat on the floor with Taeyong's head on my lap.

"Take care of the baby, I-"

"What are you saying!? You're not gonna die. The wound wasn't that deep. All you need is some stitches." Mark interrupted him.

"You ruined my one chance at acting heroic, Mark Lee. But it hurts like hell, help me get up."

THREE YEARS LATER

"Jagi! Not in front of the kids." I said and he pulled away from me before turning to face Taehyun and Chae Ah. He helped me out of the pool and shook his head. Water from his now green hair splashed all over me. We walked to the barbeque grill where Doyoung and Chaeyeon were grilling some meat.

"Taeyong, can I have some lettuce?" Doyoung pulled on Taeyong's hair.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Taeyong laughed sarcastically while passing the bowl of lettuce to him.

"Appa!" Taehyun ran over to us.

"Taehyun, don't run by the pool." he slowed down and I watched as he slowly toddled over to us.

"For you." he pasted a plaster over Taeyong's scar on his lower abdomen. The plaster had a doodle of a smiley on it.

"Thank you." he gave Taeyong a kiss on the cheek before running off to play with Chae Ah.

"Let's get this party started!" Mark and Johnny walked into the backyard with some more meat. Lucas cannonballed into the pool and the water splashed onto the two children.

"Ah! Leg cramp! Taehyun! Save me!" Taehyun jumped into the water to save Lucas. Chae Ah cried and Ten picked her up, giving her a lollipop. She stopped crying as soon as she put the lollipop in her mouth.

"A drama queen, just like her mother." Ten said.

"Yah! Since when was I a drama queen?" Chaeyeon scolded Ten and was about to run after him.

"Jagi, it's not good for the baby.." Doyoung pulled Chaeyeon back, his hand resting on her stomach. More boys came from the beach to help grill the food and play with the children.

"Weren't we supposed to surprise them together?" Chaeyeon whispered to me and I shrugged.

"Taehyun!" Lucas walked to her with Taehyun on his shoulders. She tiptoed and whispered into Taehyun's ears.

"It's a secret, okay.." He shrugged and bent down to whisper in Lucas' ear.

"WOOHOO! WE'RE GETTING A BABY SISTER!!" Taehyun and Lucas danced around excitedly.

Chae Ah cried again. "I don't want a baby sister.." her pout reminded me of her mother.

"You're not getting a baby sister, sweetheart. The baby in mummy's tummy is a boy!"

"I don't want a boy.. I want a puppy.." To console her and stop her crying, Ten pretended to be a puppy which made her face light up.

"Woohoo!" Someone suddenly lifted me up and jumped into the pool.

"Lee Taeyong!" I resurfaced above the water and someone cannonballed beside me.

"Lee Taehyun!" he swam to us and clung to Taeyong's arm.

"Who taught you to do that?" he pointed his finger at Lucas. They need to stop hanging around each other.

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[crybabytoy59]

Crybaby gets some emotional Tears time pt3.

I now felt Very full the smallest of movement caused me to feel uncomfortable, I knew from the enema filling soon I would start to cramp, as that would increase my internal muscle spasms having me eventually beg to have it realised from it’s torture prison...but as I hung in the bonds I knew that would be at there designated time and place after all I had agreed to No Safeword & No limits...what had I gotten myself into ! I was broken from my thoughts as Mistress Mummy rubbed my tummy then spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby let’s get you dressed for the day Sweetheart “ Mistress Mummy had a WKD tone to her voice as I was let down from the pulley my legs hurt a little from being forced so Wide apart, Master Daddy undid my cuffs from the overhead bar then patted my rear he spoke “Crybaby handies behind your headie...Clever girlie Crybaby” as I did Mistress Mummy was undoing the pink lower jaw mask from my head as it swung away she spoke “Open Wide crybaby......O’dear have you been a naughty girlie Crybaby? (I Nodded to her) indeed You have young lady...Master Daddy look at the state of our gift we gave Crybaby “ Master Daddy looked into my mouth “ Naughty girlie Crybaby But Don’t fret we have a suitability appropriate Punishment for Naughty babies that don’t take care of There peaches Sweetheart !!” Mistress Mummy was putting a collar on me Then a lead “Do Not Swallow your peach Crybaby it’s going to be a part of your punishment ...All fours and follow us Crybaby Toy” I was led to the punishment room in side was an Aframe set up it had a bed type affair that pivoted from its center,this bed rotated 360deg from the two A frames holding it suspended there was a handle to rotate the bed this had two leg pads a tummy pad shoulder pads, then a strange head halo this had lots of straps hanging from it as did each of the pads.....Mistress Mummy was at a pink stool next to that was  a manikin it had on a pink frilly dress it was very short and the undress was huge the frills were so full the dress pushed out to 90deg from the waist ! She patted the stool “Sit Crybaby” was all she said as I did Master Daddy Was collecting implements A heavy flogger, a belt, a leather paddle, a long cane, but it was what he set down last that made Me start whimpering ....Master Daddy had put out a pluggie it was made of steel shaped like a pear but in three sections held by black rubber rings set into deep ridges in the pluggie I could see it was hollowed with some sort of spiral at its center, the base had a curve towards the front and a long flat section to the rear with abrasive material on each Out crop ! I figured it would Not be comforting to ware !....Mistress Mummy Was already applying a base coat of pink to my face but strangely she was coating my whole head and neck in the pink waterproof makeup from earlier then she did My cheeks red blushing, lifting a very small brush she painted two small tears under each eye next she lifted a cotton bud cleaning my ears out then coated them with something wet Master Daddy held my head as she inserted a small bud with a shaped end and my right ear fell silent, then she did the same to my left ear I was now deaf only if they raised there voices could I make out what they said ! Lastly was my lips she took time over these painting much larger than my actual lips lining them in first black then white, she smiled at me “Ok Crybaby Toy  headie backwards  Open Wide! (She removed the stone from the peach center) close and do Not Swallow !” She lifted a posture collar this was a Very restrictively sadistic thing that laced up the rear ! I started to panic lifting my arms as I thought they were going too choke Me ! Master Daddy took both my arms from behind me wrenching them tightly behind me “Ah ah No you Don’t Crybaby this is a punishment so you will Keep Still for us control your breathing ! ..slower that’s a Clever girlie Crybaby I know you only have one nostril but slow and easy.....There we go Mistress Mummy what a Clever girlie Crybaby is.....She is ready..Open Wide Crybaby !...(Mistress Mummy Put something in my Mouth) chew and Swallow !!” As Emptied my mouth Mistress Mummy Suddenly pulled my mouth open forcing a rubber plumb into my Mouth it was inflated “Bite Down Hard Crybaby !” I Now sat with this in my mouth head fully backwards tears forming as I could now taste an acrid taste behind the peach juice ! She lifted the flogger present Yourself Crybaby!” Mistress Mummy whipped my chest until the heat from the redness was intense The fiery heat felt like a hot radiator, next I Was hauled over her lap and a spanking began, this was no ordinary spanking she had me kicking and squealing as she held my arms painfully up my back with a single leather strap around them as she spanked me she was barking at me how Naughty I was for damaging There lovely peach and that I was going to have My peach punishment shortly ! At that she stopped taking the belt from Master Daddy she continued with this new implement !! I was now howling into my pear gag tears streaming from me that made No difference to my new makeup .....Master Daddy was at the A frame preparing it for my arrival...he hung a large bottle from one end the type that gets put upside down in a water fountain, it had a tube from it.....My rear was a torrent of white hot pain as Mistress Mummy picked up the cane she barked “Crybaby get up ! Stand bent over and lift your dress out of the way ! Leggies tightly together You Naughty Potty Toy !!!” Thwack ! The first felt like she had split my skin at four I was doing a wee dance the last two she took several minutes to let me fully recover then caned Me again !! “Now Crybaby your punishment for being a Naughty girlie and bruising our  🍑..Put Your handies behind you and pull your Cheeks apart..more pull harder I want too see your Naughty peach stretched Madam ! She lifted the last flogger  a short rubber stranded affair this she swung as it struck my rear, I was not too shocked as the pain was bearable...How Very wrong I was....I had never really played at punishing my rear hole, but the flogging soon became painfully known as the blood rushed to the surface of my tender skin around the enema tube, I could feel the inflation bulb just inside me bounce now with each stroke, but worse still enema cramps had started and Mistress Mummy was timing the heavyweight blows with my cramps this made them feel worse.....Then it started....pweese Mistress Mummy I nweed Potty! “This is your own fault Crybaby....don’t think those pathetic crocodile tears wash with us Madam !! ...O’Yes Cry You Will ....we are bowling to have you bawling like the sissy Two year old You truly are Crybaby Potty Toy !!..Now Squat down Madam handies behind your headie , then keep still “ Master Daddy had a Potty it was around 18” high....this they sat me on Mistress Mummy rubbed my tummy “Would our baby girlie like to go potty ? (Wess Misteess mummy Pweese) ok then if we let you go Potty Mistress Mummy is going to put this up inside you do you agree or do you want to go into the punishment frame Now? (Pwotty Miwstress mummy) ok next campie push Very hard Crybaby ...Master Daddy!” I felt the air being let out the tube as it fell into the potty a cramp hit it gushed from me as they both clapped mocking me “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it shit yourself nice and empty “ I was panting due to both the evacuation and I only had limited air from my single nostril still biting down on the inflatable pear gag. Next my sore bottom was cleaned and Mistress Mummy bent me over again slowly inserting the steel plug I yelled as it passed my sphincter but once in side she patted my rear “Lay down on the changing mat Crybaby” I did as told Master Daddy had laid out a disposable nappy it was huge I had never seen anything like it Mistress Mummy spread lotion all over my rear and crotch then tightly closed the nappy, next came rubber pants in pink with white thigh cuffs 4” wide the waist band was also 4” in white she lifted pink tights with frilly tops pulling them on me next Master Daddy held up ballet boots tugging them on I had to point my feet downwards to get them on fully! I knew they would become very uncomfortable to ware after a time, Mistress Mummy patted my now huge rear “Crawl to Master Daddy Crybabies going to have a nice long spell in the punishment Frame !! Move Fuck Toy !!”

Crawling over to the frame was actually hard due to the napping pushing my legs apart but the plug up my rear rolled uncomfortably as I crawled, it was relief to be rid of the enema oils but the plug was very invasive At the frame Master Daddy had wound it upright he spoke to me “Now Naughtiness correction time Crybaby so Stand Up (they both helped me due to the ballet boots!) put your booties over each of the bars at the leggie pads clever girlie Crybaby lean forward until your headie rests on the leather of the head harnessing..clever girlie Crybaby Now lets get you strapped in nice and tightly they both strapped a leg each first my ankles then the top of my calf’s followed by the thighs pulling so hard my skin bulged from under my tights! Next they strapped my lower back and upper back Then Mistress Mummy did up the face harness so I could no longer move my head ! Master Daddy then wound the handle until I was flat facing the floor, Mistress Mummy put a mirror under me so they could see my face !  At that master Daddy lifted a chain from the floor putting it to the pear gag in my mouth he let the bed tilt backwards slightly till there was tension on the chain,suddenly he let the brake off and I felt the pear gag pulling via the chain as it did Master Daddy started a small pump & the plastic bottle began to fill Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Ok Crybaby let’s show you what’s happening sweetheart the gag in your mouth is going to become harder & harder to hold due to the water entering the bottle attached to your booties end.... But You Crybaby must try to  hold it in Your Potty mouth !! I was puzzled by what she meant but at that Master Daddy hit my plug and it opened inside my back passageway !, I squealed but they both just giggled Master Daddy was putting wires at my thighs and lower back? Suddenly I felt a tingling at my inner thighs followed by a tingling inside my rear my anal muscles response was to have a light contraction this made me moan Mistress Mummy again patted my huge frilly rear “Naughty girlie Crybaby this is a punishment Your not supposed to enjoy it sweetheart ( they both giggled) Now we want you to keep your pear Dummy  in your cute mouth to give time for your feeding to take effect So let me explain Why Crybaby.....You will have No choice eventually but to spit Your Dummy Out! know that when You Do ! what will happen is you Will go Pee’pees poopies & creamiest All at once but crybaby It will be Very unpleasant!!.... Ok Master Daddy & I will leave you for now as we’re going to meet a couple of friends for a meal ..Don’t fret we Will be checking in on you all night sweetheart via  our mobile app... we can also play with you remotely... but You Will find out more on that later on, just so you don’t get bored we have something for you too listen too” Suddenly the ear buds burst into life as I heard a loud smacking this was followed by more smacking as the yelping became crying, the smacking stopped then I heard a huge Thwack followed by an out Crying of pain this continued as the person in my ears completely lost It bawling aloud .....Clever girlie Crybaby what do you say? Good Crybaby Yes Pweese cawn Crybaby bee puwnished” then the spanking recording simply restarted...

Over and over It played each spanking seemed longer than the one beforehand, but it coupled with the small shocks was getting me very excited so I started gently pumping my nappy at that I felt a very painful shocking to my thighs as the ear plugs burst into life “Naughty Crybaby who said you could Do wiggles? (It was Mistress Mummy ! I heard a new strange girls voice ..Give her 6 Mistress Mummy that will make her wet her Nappy....Naughty Crybaby Sweetheart here we Go !” The tape started again but nothing came ..I was just relaxing when it started 6 Full shocks too my thighs I tugged my up legs trying too ease it but the pain was incredible at five I wet my Myself!!! I could hear giggling & clapping.....then the recording started all over again but the shocks were much firmer on the edge of painful......I Suddenly realised what she had told me if I squealed my mouth would let the gag Go ! The water in the bottle was pulling harder at my Mouth I was fighting a loosening battle.....my ear buds sprang into life ....”Crybaby Sweetheart when you wet your Nappy...that was number 6....if you go up Right Cutie it’s number 10 am Afraid Crybaby.....see you soon Fuck Toy!” The recording started again........