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bunnys-babies · 3 years ago

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Celebrating Your Birthday

AOT x gn!reader

warning(s): nada :)

a/n: I believe this was an anonymous request for just Jean and hc’s about celebrating his s/o’s Bday - but I’ve expanded it to a general AOT HC post for more peeps to enjoy :) - I hope you guys like!! mwah

characters: jean, eren, armin, porco, & connie

Jean

not one to necessarily go all out theatrics wise, but he definitely cares about it being meaningful

He gives you two cards every year, one to open up in front of friends and family that’s usually just a simple one that goes along with the actual gift (something very basic and probably a little silly lol)

But the second one has a handwritten note that’s a lot more personal and sentimental, definitely the kind of emotional letter that needs to be read in private for his emotional sake and yours

And you truly do get one every year

It’s about his favorite moments he’s had with you that year, his favorite moments to come, anything new he learned about you that he never wants to forget, etc. it’s honestly something he looks forward to writing you every year

Expect flowers and a little cake just for you in the evening - he doesn’t like making too big of a show of things so he waits until it’s just you too to give them to you. Or he’ll drop them off at your house in the morning as well

Dinner is also ALWAYS on him - whether it’s home made or y’all are going out, you better be sitting tf down while he treats you

And similar to the card, you usually get at least two “bigger” gifts from him

One just being a simple gift card or pair of shoes you’ve been eyeing

But the other is a little more personal; like a necklace with your’s and his own birth month flower pressed into the small pendant (very very cheesy man indeed)

Or a framed picture of what the stars looked like on the night of your first date

BASICALLY he’s a sentimental mush who is completely enamored with you point blank period <3

Eren

You get a cheesy hand made coupon every. Single. Year.

It varies from “one free hot steamy make out sesh ;)” to “one free ‘stfu eren I’m begging you”

And he has no shame - you get these in front of everyone cause he likes how embarrassed and grumpy you get when everyone starts giggling about how “silly and cute you two are”

You’d think it’s his birthday with how giddy he is all day

Like I mean allllll dayyyy

He wakes you up with the cutest little smile and messy bun (he kind of looks like a toddler who just woke up on Christmas morning - it’s very endearing so you look forward to it) and presses all kinds of kisses to your face telling you it’s your birthday like you didn’t already know

Not too big of a social media poster but he never fails to post a simple “happy birthday :)” under a pic of him giving you a kiss on the cheek while you were still in bed that morning

He gets his mom to make a big deal out of it too (as if she wouldn’t on her own) - she arranges you flowers out of her garden and makes sure to give them to you herself with a little piece of string tied around it with a little note attached

If your family is a big party thrower for your birthday you can bet your ass he’s coming with his mom and having sm fun with them and you

if they smush your face in the cake he tries really hard not to laugh but he can’t help it sowwy - makes up for it though by helping you clean up and discreetly letting you do the same to him (he likes to let you think you snuck up on him)

Armin

“Oh my goodness, is that the birthday baby?”

^ says this literally every time he sees for the first time, every year. Doesn’t matter if you find it cute, embarrassing, cringey, he WILL do it. And in a little mocking baby voice, too.

But he always gives you a hug afterwards so it’s worth it

“I got you ~something…”

^ says that too LOL

He gets you the most random shit you’d never even think to ask for but yet it’s something you want or enjoy every time

He gets very creative with the wrapping too - he’ll fill the bag with sticker flakes too as a fun surprise (and it’s purely for himself cause he has an addiction with buying stationary he doesn’t need and this is how he tells himself it’s okay)

Expect breakfast brought to you as well, doesn’t matter if you’re at home, work, class, he’s bringing you a little sweet treat cause he cant help himself

He’s very touchy and affectionate all day, more than usual, cause something about it being a special day for you just makes him all excited

Lots of handholding and little secret kisses while you’re out with your friends

All in all he’s very attentive and it’s really cute :)

Porco

Let me say this first, he has intentionally acted like he didn’t remember it was your birthday ONCE and it backfired and he felt like a complete asshole

Did he think it’d be silly to be like “hmmm is today important or something?” Yes. Did it come off that way? Not in the slightest and he’ll take it as one of his biggest regrets all the way to the grave

Moving on

He actually does really care about your birthday LOL

Even if it’s not a big deal for you he just can’t grasp it

In the most loving way, he will tell you it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard if you were to tell him “it’s not that big of a deal Porco!”

He can’t fathom why it wouldn’t be that big of a deal - “it’s your fucking birthday so shut up and let me pamper you >:( 💝”

On top of the usual things, y’know dinner, presents, friends, family, etc. he’s really into making cute little relationship goals with you??

Like getting out a jar and putting things you want to do with each other over the next year in them on little pieces of paper

The plan is to pull them out at random over the course of the year and keep the slips of the ones you completed

But even if you do literally none of them its fun to dump them out the following year just to see what’s changed and what’s stayed the same

He’s planning for the long term always

Connie

He knows your birth time and makes sure to freak tf out when it hits and be like omg it’s ~officially your birthday 😏😌

It doesn’t matter if it’s 4 am he will call you or wake you up himself just to tell you happy birthday

One of his toxic traits honestly

If you work or have class that day he IS expecting you to skip if you don’t have it off already LOL

he won’t make you but he will be surprised you actually work

He believes that you shouldn’t have to do a damn thing on your birthday cause you’re his angel and how dare they make you actually do things.. appalling (although he doesn’t feel the same way on his own birthday - he actually gets pretty bashful when you make a big deal out of it, it’s really cute I promise)

Expect an onslaught of embarrassing photos of you to be posted online - which you’re tagged in all of them - with some embarrassing little caption like “happy birthday my little Weiner 🥺☹️”

Also if ur even a day older than him he makes sure to bring that up every year and call you a cradle snatcher - sorry not sorry

ANYWAYS

He’s also really sweet when you first see each other that day though

You get a sweet kiss on your cheek and a whisper in your ear, “happy birthday”, swaying back and forth gently with his arms around your waist

It’s a little embarrassing sometimes cause it feels so intimate if it were to happen in public, but he doesn’t let it last long enough to garner attention

Afterwards he always makes sure to give you a bone crushing hug and your “birthday punches” he said spankings once in front of his mom and he almost threw up

If you plan on drinking on your birthday too he’ll always be your designated driver for the night, making sure u get home safe and allll that good stuff <3

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unluckyhoneybee · 3 years ago

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Today I was looking through my old photo albums from when I was a kid, so imagine bff's mom gave some of her old photo albums and both of them are just flipping through it

And there's photos of both of them together as kids like their moms pregnant with them together in a photo from 1998, their newborns selfs meeting, go karting together, building a science project in middle school, high school prom, bff dancing ballet, playing guitar, dressed as a flower girl to her aunt's wedding etc

just ugh extremely cute that they have so many memories of those times and how they were always together since day 1

Part 36. Best friends to lovers. MASTERLIST.

You hugged Corinna when you arrived and set your things in your shared room with Mick. You hadn't gotten used to sleeping in the same room as him when you visited the ranch yet.

After dinner when you were enjoying the night's breeze on the porch, you remembered the box your mum had given you.

"Oh, guys. My mum found something and she wanted me to show you."

You ran to the bedroom and back with the box of photos.

Inside there were some of them and then albums.

"What is this?"

Mick made you sit on his lap and Corinna sat right next to him in the porch swing.

"A bunch of photos"

"Oh look at this!" Corinna grabbed one. It was her and your mum, they were looking at each other and comparing bumps. "If you two are in love is because your mum and I worked hard on it"

You and Mick laughed.

"You were so beautiful. It's so unfair. Why can't I look this beautiful?" You said looking at your mum in the Pic.

"Don't be silly, YN" Corinna said pushing you.

"Yeah, you are so beautiful" Mick kissed your cheek.

"Oh guys and this one. It was the firs time you met. Look at it. You were already some months old, but you were really beasties from the first moment. See"

Mick and you, being the cutest babies, were looking at each other. You had reached your hand to touch him and he was pouting.

"You made me cry" He laugh.

"She did. You loved to sleep together in the same crib. Or in the sofa or something."

"Some things never change" You said smiling. It made your heart flutter to see what Mick and you had built over 20 years. It was insane.

Mick opened an album titled as YN's adventures.

There were a bunch of pictures of you, a new born, a toddler, a little girl,... Then the first picture of Mick appeared. It was again you as babies. Gina had you on her lap and Mick was smiling next to her.

You saw Corinna's fond smile.

The next one was your first ballet festival. You clumsy danced to the Nutcracker. You were only a little kid. The photo was taken right after the end and Mick had a flower on his hand. He had his shy gesture and you looked like the happiest girl alive.

You looked at Mick, who was blushing. "You had always been the cutest"

"Shut up"

Corinna laughed.

"Oh look at this! This is when dad took you Karting for the first time! You were so scared!"

It was you, Mick, Michael and Gina. You remembered that day. It had been awesome.

"Because you guys drive like mad. I was just a poor little girl!"

"You scared her a lot, Mick."

"I remember something, yeah."

You remembered how Corinna made Mick Park his kart because he was being a menace around you. You wanted to go slow and he just wanted you to go faster and faster.

You laughed loud when Mick passed the page. It was him all grumpy in a chair, his Karting suit hanging on his waist. You were happily eating ice cream on Corinna's lap.

"What that thing you said, YN? Some things never changed"

"Yeah, sweet grumpy boy" You kissed Mick cheek and he blushes hard.

"I hate when you team against me. Really. I do. You are not nice"

Mick took another photo. You teaching him how to play the guitar.

"Yeah. It never worked" He said laughing.

"I tried. You weren't born for music"

"Yeah, if you say so..."

"We could try again"

He moved an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Obviously, babe"

"I'm in"

You passed the page.

"The little car!" You had built a little car for science class. It worked with wind and you gifted it to Mick for his tenth birthday.

"That car is still at home in Switzerland" Corinna said.

"I keep it. For when you get to be the best engineer in F1" Mick said smiling.

"Oh honey..." You pinched his cheek and he smiled at you.

"I will bring ice cream" Corinna left, sensing how you needed some time alone. Mick laughed shyly, as if it was the first time you were alone.

Then he passed the page and you felt something on your stomach.

Natalie.

She was Mick's first girlfriend.

"Oh look! I think I wouldn't have dated her without your help. Really, if you didn't have pushed me that day it would have never happened."

"Yeah." You smiled a bit. You were a good friend for him and encouraged him to go and ask her out. But when things turned more serious you started feeling worse. You liked him a lot. You had a huge crush on Mick and he was the happiest with Natalie. And Natalie was a jealous girl. She didn't like you around Mick. Which made things worst.

You had never had a boyfriend. You had only eyes for your prince. Natalie kind of hated you and made you distance yourself. It didn't last long, but you wanted what she had with Mick. You felt kind of lonely then.

Mick passed the page. Prom day. He was your date.

You felt Mick sifting under you.

"Um... I broke up with Natalie because I liked you by then. And then asked you to prom because you didn't have anyone to go with. I wanted to kiss you, but I chickened."

You looked at him.

"R-Really?"

"Yes. She treated you really bad and no one does that to my best friend."

You cupped his face and kissed it a thousand times.

"I love you so so much."

"Guys!" Corinna appeared with a bucket of ice cream and a photo on her hand. "Hey, YN. Don't eat my son, please"

You laughed and kissed Mick one last time.

"He is too nice"

"I raised him well"

Mick and Corinna shared a look and you smiled.

"I found this one"

It was you on Julie's wedding. You were the cutest flower girl.

"Hey, were was I? I was the rings boy."

"Probably climbing that three and completely destroying your trousers." Corinna answered.

You laughed hard and got more comfortable on Mick's lap. He hugged you closer.

If that day someone would have told you Mick would be your prince, you would have just said that he was your bestie and boys sucked. But here you were now. You were eating ice cream with your boyfriend and mother in law, who were your family even before you were born. These people had made your life better and you were who you were thanks to them.

And as you put a spoon of ice cream in your mouth and Mick passed the page, you felt right. It was a feeling of being were you belonged. Right there, with Mcik and Corinna laughing with a picture of you covered in 0% alcohol champagne after one of his junior Karting wins.

#Mick Schumacher #Ms #F1 blurb #Blurb #Fluff #F1 #Best friends to lovers

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whence-the-woody · 4 years ago

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Finale commentary under the cut

So I wanted to kind of liveblog as I was watching but held back so these are my remembered reactions/second watch reactions

Bummed there was no song recap but quickly figured itd play at the end

PUPPY. Best part of the ep, lbr, Dean was so cute with him

Theyre really doing a cheesey life montage huh - still not clear whether monsters are a thing in this new world?

I was watching the mins tick by during this first montage like OKAY we get it, cheesey happy home life, move along. There was only 40 mins left of the whole show like get on with it, it went way too long

We definately needed to restablished that Sam is neat while Dean is messy. Totally necessary to spend time on that. Also didnt Dean get houseproud when they moved into the bunker?? What happened to that?

OMG get on with it

Then becomes apparent that hunting is still a thing. Which if so what was the point of showing then doing fucking laundry and dishes while “Ordinary life” plays - if its not just an ordinary life?

At this point i thought it might go the route of them being listless without hunting as a job but then murder scene so I guess not

This whole pie sequence is stupid and a waste of time, we all know it

Dean being a cold, heartless bitch about everyone being dead. Aces. Not unexpected but still just great. How dare you be so happy about pie fuck you dude.

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER EILEEN

Pie is the face is not funny my dudes come the fuck on

I started skipping through during the murder scene. I was bored. Like, I dont care about tension building to the murder of a family we dont fucking know. Ive always skipped these scenes, what is the damn point. Its not scary or interesting.

GET ON WITH IT

Same old FBI bullshit. Nice to see the journal again I guess. But like, this is STILL what we’re doing? In the very last ep? Same old, different day, just like 15 years ago. Really?

Singer and Kripke. Subtle.

I skipped through the interrogation too. I dont find the scary brother act cool or entertaining

15 mins in and nothing has happened

Theyre trying so hard to give Dean jokes and nothing is landing, its so cringe just stop

The way the little clown faces pop up - if that supposed to be scary? Really? Its all just so silly rn

Watching it again I realise just how easy this hunt is. The answer is in the journal. They find the exact family. They find the exact barn. The kids are just stood in a cupboard. This is what takes Dean out, really? Its not even a normal hunt, its a way too fucking easy one.

I do not remember this chick or what ep she was in, maybe theres some parallell or foreshadowing by bringing her back but if there is I dont get it

Bottom line if youre gonna bring people back WHY THE FUCK THIS RANDOM GIRL

I knew so fast he was gonna go out like that. Hanging from a fucking nail

I kept saying out loud not like this, no way, this is so stupid, its so stupid omg

I paused and tried to talk myself into putting aside how stupid and awkward it was for him to be doing this scene hanging off a pole and just try to invest in the emotion of the speech. Which I achieved at times

but why was is so awkward tho?? Just the way hes stood pressed against it is fucking weird. Also 1000% Sam couldve gotten help and he wouldve been FINE. It took so long for them to talk, an ambulance couldve been there before they were done, there was no need for this

Okay the speech did make me cry once I pep talked myself into being invested. The reference to being scared Sam would reject him, the I love you so much, Sam saying dont leave me, the stay with me and tell me its okay - all those moments got me and I did cry. I appreciated the family business line. I liked Jensen telling Jared he always keeps fighting, that was a nice reference.

BUT there were also those moments that made me scoff, roll my eyes or laugh. The whole “always you and me” bullshit especially. The second I knew he was going to say I’ll be in your heart I yelled at them to no do it, I hate that cheesey move, then literally was like “oh my god, he did it”. It WAS NOT always going to end like this - so much of the last 15 years was proving him wrong about that. This is all just so wrong, it is not good.

Jensen and Jared did a good job with what they were given in this scene but my god

The audacity of the Cas erasure- always you and me. FUCK YOU.

I laughed out loud when his last shot was a One Perfect Tear. I was literally like “Oh wow they did that”

DEAN DESERVED A BETTER DEATH

It also kinda loses all impact when you see him like 2 mins later

MIRACLE IS THE REAL MVP ILY

Theyre really doing another montage. Really. Like we get it, hes sad, we didnt need the toast to understand that

Omg Miracle by his side. The best of bois.

Looking around his room like beer and guns was all dean was. Sure. Aces.

I choose to believe Bon Jovi was a ref to before Dean went to hell

If Donna is back why isnt anyone else?!?

Oh Jared you look so old bby. Go home. He looks older there then later in the ridiculous make up

Why is that shot made to look like hes leaving the bunker forever?? Like that makes no sense

Bobby greeting him is nice and all BUT IT SHOULDVE BEEN CAS

Also they are 1000% doing the show don’t tell by having Bobby just sit and explain everything. SO FUCKING LAZY

Cas has been out of the empty, helping rebuild heaven. Okay, fine. Even Dean’s reaction to hearing that was fine. BUT YOU ASK WHERE YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND IS AND GO SEE HIM. WHO IS THIS VERSION OF DEAN WTF

I know people are upset Cas is back working in heaven but I dont think its anything like before. It sounds like he helped fixed things then got his own heaven. Also he’s God’s Dad, hes not serving God, hes teaching him. I know human Cas done right is what we wanted but I dont hate this for him. BUT WE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SEEN IT.

Why is a memory of being a kid with his Dad what Dean is reminiscing on. They have literally reverted him back to s1. There are so many memories dean should be thinking about in fucking heaven

Hes going for a drive

Hes going for a motherfucking drive

In the car he was just in

WHY THE FUCK IS HE ACTING LIKE HE HASNT SEEN BABY IN YEARS WHAT IS THIS SHIT

Hes going to drive around doing nothing until Sam gets there are you fucking kidding me. Not going to see any of his family from the last 15 years, just driving. Absolute horseshit.

This is the moment where you realise that this episode has changed NOTHING. This is the same ending as the last ep except theyre in heaven not on earth

ITS THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING

Okay so they skip over how Sam went from going on a hunt to walking with a toddler. OMG how unsubtle that they have literally just labelled the child Dean in big yellow letters. I couldnt help but laugh, how fucking stupid.

I did get a bit teary when the music started I’ll be honest. But mostly through the whole montage (ANOTHER ONE) I was saying to myself This is so fucking stupid. omg this is dumb, what the fuck is this, so stupid.

They literally did a montage so long they had to play the song twice. Im just done at this point wow.

The old man make up is so bad I just laughed. The only pictures being of the 4 of them, reinforcing the Winchester only bullshit, great. Not even pics of this new random family Sam’s got. The painfully cliche Dad moments for Sam, again so bad its funny. Omg the hand on the head of this random kid, this is so ridiculous. Old man sam in his bad wig trying so hard to move like hes old and crying in the impala. Wtf is happening, this is SO STUPID

I thought theyd cast a more attractive son I’ll be honest. So he has the tattoo - are they a hunting family? Because that would go against both s1 Sam they’ve tried to go back to and the s15 Sam they build up to for all those years

I know they were going for an emotional parallel with that “you can go now” but this random man saying it to Sam in that make up, with the music cue lined up right there - its just funny coz its so dumb im sorry

I cant believe they actually played another different version, I’ll never get over that

Theres alot of things I’ll never get over

Is this bridge supposed to mean something? They shouldve picked a setting that meant something

I know theyre trying so hard to make Dean look happy and peaceful to convince us its a good ending but sis no

I laughed out loud when Dean turned around - WHAT IS THAT OUTFIT SAM?

Really, they have nothing to say? No questions, no convo? They just have cheesey smiles and look over the water? This is so wrapped up in a fucking bow trying to force us to feel good my god

The cut almost immediately to them talking to the camera, still in character getup, was so cringe I yelled and turned it off

And they pan out to literally none of the people we want to see . Great, Good.

LITERALLY WHAT WAS THE POINT

#supernatural #me #ranty #we achieved nothing with this ep yet I have THOUGHTS #finale

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writinglionqueen · 6 years ago

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Finn With Kids (Fluff)

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(Can you believe that I found the most Dad™ photo of Finn....yeah this helps set the mood)

Head cannons are pre baby and up until the baby is a child (like idk....at the most 10 years is what I’m thinking)

Pre-baby:

Finn is EXCITED the moment you tell him you’re pregnant. His whole entire face lights up as he asks “Really?” When you confirm, he’s crying and holding you and tenderly touching your tummy.

He wants to tell EVERYONE (his friends and family that is). And he does, all excited and loud on the phone. The first person he tell is his mom who's so happy.

He helps plan out space for a nursey (sorry Legos). He doesn’t care if he gets a boy or a girl, he’s happy he’s gonna be a daddy and make up the nursery. He wants to make it space theme and you let him; the wall has cute aliens and spaceships and a ton of stars on it, the mobile has a star, astronaut and a planet that moves to a cute tune, and the ceiling has constellations on it. Finn’s proud to have helped.

The day you go into labor, Finn is home. THANK GOD. He made sure to take it off right after you had a close call. But this one isn’t a close call as he helps you to the hospital. He gets a little worried. He’s going to be a daddy soon, but you can tell that he’s nervous about you and your contractions. He asks if you’re ok for the millionth time the moment you reach the hospital.

Newborn to 1 year old:

The time after the baby’s arrived, and Finn is still on parental leave, he won’t let you do a goddamn thing. He will make you sit down and rest. He insists on taking care of the newborn when it cries. He only give them to you when they need to be fed or they “don’t want him.”

Would want to take so many pictures; of just the baby, of you with your child, trying to get himself in the picture as well with the two of you. He would even try to pose the baby in a Finn freeze or two.

Would DEFINETLY, want to hold the baby. Almost every waking hour, he’d want his little precious bean close. Especially when he comes home for a short while, after he’s been away for so long. He doesn't like leaving you alone with the baby all that often (but you didn’t want to make him give up wrestling). He will strap the baby to himself while he’s home.

You know that he’d try to face time you and the baby even though the baby will be a blathering little mess. “Don’t ya worry, little squirt. Daddy’s gonna be home real soon to give you the biggest snuggle,” he says to the baby through the phone. Your heart swells at that. You want him to be home 24/7 but his job gives him life and helps pay the bills. Finn looks a little sad as his blue eyes turn to look at you. “I wish I can be home with your more often, babe,” he murmurs. Guilt laced in his words. You smile at him. “I know you do Finn,” you say back. “Wrestling’s important to you as well....I don’t want you to give it up. Maybe we can tag along for a few stops.” He give you a small smile. It’s not ideal; a baby in an arena full of screaming fans, but it would give him the chance to see his perfect little family more often.

You send Finn little videos of the baby every day. He likes the ones where you bathe the little bean...mostly because the baby likes the warm water and makes the bundle of joy sleepy. It makes him smile. He replays them because he misses the pair of you. He saves every video, every picture, every little memory of the baby so he has it. He never truly wants to miss a thing. Doesn’t want to miss a moment of his precious little bean.

His mom would want to pop over and visit you as much as she can. (I’m gonna headcannon that Ireland would be perfect place to settle with Finn. Quaint, quiet, maybe a little away from family for some but they do have better healthcare....sorry I’m American) She lets you take naps as she watches the baby. Buys them the cutest little outfits with funny sayings on them (none of those like cis-culture ones...the ones that says that “Grandma is the best.” She’ll take pics of them in the outfits, which Finn loves those pictures especially. She will watch the baby at a moments notice and will watch them when Finn wants to take you out for date night.

When Finn is home, you will catch him asleep with the baby on his chest. Sometimes, he’s just so exhausted but you don’t mind. You snap pictures so you have something to look at when Finn’s away. Sometimes, you catch him asleep in bed with the baby tucked in his arm. You smile to yourself as you climb in with the baby between you two, enjoying the time spent as a family.

The baby loves the word butt.....don’t ask me why....I just imagine a baby that looked kinda like Finn such scrunching with the biggest smile because mommy or daddy says butt.....

The baby is so expressive but his daddy will exaggerate all of his words and movements and even his facial expressions just to see the baby react. Sometimes, it’s like monkey sees, monkey do. And other times, daddy is just silly or crazy.

Toddler

Finn tries to get the baby’s first word to be something funny. He tries repeating it in front of the baby as often as he needs just to make sure the baby’s first word is something goofy. Their first word is butt.....not the word Finn wanted....the baby saying it themselves makes it smile. Too bad for Finn but it also makes him giggle to see his toddler running around murmuring butt. Sometimes the child will run around the house, stop in front of you or Finn, say butt and run off giggling.

The child always gets excited and scream for daddy when he walks through the door. Finn just scoops them up in his arms and kisses them and hold them close. He pulls you in when you’re in arms reach.

When Finn’s home, he makes sure to watch and play with the child until they fall asleep.

Child (10 and younger)

Finn teaches them wrestling early on. At first it was some wrestlers entrances and catch phrases then he starts to play fight when they’re big enough.

Finn really wants the kid to be a wrestler. Like he really does. You have to remind him that the child should be whatever they want to be.

Sometimes the child will pretend with Finn.

“Daddy, look! I’m Seth Rollins!” and the child does his best Rollins impression from the edge of the couch, arms outstretched and everything. Finn always scoops them up before they try to frog splash or flip from the couch, but his heart is full of pride. Maybe one day.

#finn balor #finn balor x reader #wwe #wwe fluff

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago

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Hi TT! So, this is out of the blue but I've been planning to get a cat and asking every single I know who owns a cat if I should. Would you recommend it?

Oh hello anon!

I personally did not plan to get Chandler. I just found him, abandoned in a stairwell, with a broken leg. I played with him a little and started to leave (coz I was super superrrrrrrrr late for work!), but he kept following me no matter how many times I put him back in the spot I found him. So I just took it as a sign that we were meant to find each other, and took him home. My parents weren’t thrilled, but I made a biggggggggg fuss until they agreed. (And now, he’s the preferred child in the house over me!!!!!!!)

The most important thing I would tell you is that please know that being a responsible pet owner is not sunshine and rainbows and frolicking through meadows all the time. It takes quite a bit of financial resources and patience. It’s very much like having a permanent toddler, that’s dependent on you for their whole life. Food, litter, vet bills, they can add up. They may unintentionally cause damage around the house. You will need to spay/neuter them to ensure that they don’t have behavioural issues caused by hormones. Cats are nocturnal creatures and can keep waking you periodically at night. We moved countries, and unfortunately, lots of people abandon pets in such cases; but we couldn’t even dream of doing that to Chandler, and so went through considerable paperwork and expenses to bring him with us to India. If you’re going on vacations, you must ensure a sitter/boarding service to look after them for when you’re gone. A healthy cat, if well taken care of, can live well into its late teens, so be aware that you will have to provide these things long-term. Please do not take on the responsibility of a pet if you think you’re not ready to be in it for the long haul. Even though they’re a different species, they are very much family. If you wouldn’t treat a human member of the family in a certain manner, then you shouldn’t do it to the pet either. They’re defenseless creatures who are completely dependent on you for their survival and well-being, and you should take that responsibility very seriously.

Another thing about cats is that they’re generally not as physically demonstrative with their affection as dogs are. (Varies from cat to cat, depending on their individual personality.) The instagram cats constantly cuddling and doing cute shit with their owners are pretty much like everything else on insta: heavily curated moments just to show the pretty side. But cats do show their love in lots of other ways. They hang out with you/follow you around while you do stuff. They can be very playful and trained to play simple games (Chandler loves hide and seek! The cat my roomies and I had while I was doing my Masters could play fetch as well as any dog!) They can sense when you’re sad or sick, and come sit with you to comfort you. (When my dad was diagnosed with cancer, Chandler didn’t leave his side all day. He even knew which parts of the body were sensitive and was careful to never brush up there. It was a great comfort for my dad, even with all the pain he was in.) They’re very intelligent and curious creatures, and honestly, you don’t need a TV in the house when you can just spend hours watching them do their delightful cat things. (I love to watch Chandler groom himself, trying to reach ridiculous places like the back of his hind leg knee!)

Another good side is that they’re quite low maintenance animals, both physically and emotionally. They thrive indoors (live longer that way than outdoor cats!) and are chill about hanging out alone for a few hours with no issues. You don’t need to walk them or anything, they just need some mental stimulation and small cheap things around the house to keep them entertained/exercised. (Don’t bother buying expensive toys, they’ll always prefer batting around a paper ball/random length of string to the fancy toy.) So ideal pets if you’re a working person. Also, they’re generally very clean creatures, so you don’t have the usual dog type issues of them routinely getting into muck and all dirty and needing to bathe them often. Note: if it’s a longhaired breed, you will have to regularly brush them to get rid of the extra fluff so that you don’t have hairballs all around the place (including inside the cat, which they’ll periodically puke up!) In any case, be ready to have everything you own covered in fur! It’s just an unavoidable part of having a pet. But generally, they’re very easygoing chill little buddies who are more like silly, not-so-independent roommates, once they’ve reached adulthood (in about a year or so.)

I personally find having a cat really really wonderful. I can’t imagine life without one anymore. Not counting my mom, Chandler is literally the most important living being on this planet to me. When I’m outside the house, I can’t wait to get back to him (and he comes running with a loudddd greeting and gives me a 10 minute sniffdown to explore the smells of the outside world.) He actively helps with my depression/anxiety (on some hard work days, I used to drive 20 minutes to go home on my lunch breaks just to see him for 10 minutes and feel better.) He’s generally not a big one for petting/cuddles (just about tolerates it for like a minute before running away) but still sneaks into my bed every morning when I’m sleeping and winds himself around my feet and falls asleep there. I love irritating him for fun, and we play-fight every day like real siblings do, till my mom comes and breaks it up. (He swipes and bites, but is always mindful to do it in a way that won’t hurt me much. He has never ever injured me on purpose.) It’s really really really lovely to have the trust and love of a creature with no agendas or conditional expectations. So in short, YES I do recommend it: all the work and minor annoyances are really worth it. It’s lowkey like parenting, coz you raise this little thing and get to see it develop into its own personality, and have wonderful love and companionship for years. Very fulfilling and good for the heart.

I hope you make a good, informed decision, anon; and that if you do get a kitty, have many many wonderful years with your furbaby!!!!!!!! (PLEASE SEND ME PICS!!!!!!!!!!)

PS - All the cats I’ve lived/hung out with longterm:

Chandler. My baby, actual love of my life.

Ria (short for SangRIA. My roommate liked drinking. A lot.) Aforementioned fetch player extraordinaire.

Pepper. Cat of coursemates. As an introvert, I wasn’t much for socializing, but I’d make myself get out on a weekly basis, just to hang out with this cat!

Nala (grey tabby) and Monkey (orange). I took a whole extra week of vacation time to stay with my friend (in pink) because she was a newish cat mom and needed a little help getting them settled in. Totallllllllllllllllllll cuddlebugs, who didn’t leave my side the whole time I was there!

#tt answers #cat owner life

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desolate-rose · 4 years ago

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Chapter 10 the outside world part 2

I had known that there would be consequences for my actions.

I had known, and yet it still hurt.

Daddy always said- my first dad used to say I was too sensitive.

My mind was in a contradictory state of slow molasses sadness and vibrating lightning anxiety.

I knew I shouldn't have made myself stand out. I was so dumb. I'm a giant idiot who has no control over her impulses and can't think her way out of a paper bag.

Why did I have to be so stupid and go do some thing dumb like read way before most children could string a full story together.

God why did I think this was a good idea I should have just-

"Little bird? What are you doing down there?" A lyrical voice broke through my thoughts as my mother crouched down to look at me.

I scrambled to sit up straight and wipe my face, accidentally bumping my head on the stone above me and sending a fresh wave of pain induced tears.

Shortly after I turned two, I was moved out of my first nursery by my parents' rooms into a suite of my own, it was almost identical in structure to the original game Zelda's room, which in retrospect was to be expected but at the time surprised me. But more importantly, the suite had a spiral staircase leading up to the second level the underside of which made the perfect hiding spot for someone as small as me. I just had to crawl to the back where it was so small that no adult could reasonably reach. I had gathered up my blankets and hidden back here when Dottie had set me down for a nap, not expecting anyone to be able to bother me.

Yet here, only a few feet in front of me, was my mother. She had somehow managed to shimmy her way around until she could almost reach me.

"H- h- how did you f- find me?" I hiccuped through my tears, trying to compose myself. It wasn't that big of a deal. I had just been stupid and hadn't thought things through. I was being stupid, and I knew there were going to be consequence.

I furiously swiped at my tears, stupid toddler body! Couldn't withstand the slightest pain or emotion without crying.

My mother scooted herself a few inches closer before reaching out for me. "Dottie told me you had a rough day today," she soothed sympathetically. I sniffed pathetically trying to pull myself together, "It's nothing." I mumbled petulantly, still sounding far too weepy. "I'm being dumb."

My mother had finally gotten close enough to reach me and grabbed me to pull me into as much of a hug as she could give me laying flat on her stomach trying to avoid hitting her head on the stairs.

"Oh baby, you're not being stupid at all! It's perfectly normal to be upset when someone says something mean about you!" she snuggled me further, pulling me closer. "Besides what do those stupid solders know! They're just jealous that they're not as smart as my little genius!" Her voice went up in pitch and she rubbed her nose against mine making me give a little hiccuping giggle.

"You dont think I'm weird?" I slapped my hands up to cover my mouth. I hadn't meant to say that. I shouldn't have-

"No!" she replied firmly. "And if any one says differently, Mommy will break their faces!"

I couldn't help but laugh at that, my new mom always had a way to calm me down. A silly little grin came to my face at the idea of my beautiful delicate mother beating up the two bulky soldiers from before. "Really?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Of course! If someone messes with my baby, I'll bite them" she snapped her teeth playfully at me, before standing up with me in her arms.

I squeaked in surprise, at some point during the conversation she had managed to squirm from underneath the stairs with me caught in her grasp.

"I know just what will cheer you up! How about you go with mommy and daddy on a little adventure?"

"An adventure?" I couldn't help but ask, curious despite myself. "Yup!" she popped the P, sounding excited.

"Your father and I have been working too hard lately. I think a little excursion out of the castle is just what this family needs."

"Outside!" I gasped, I had never really been outside the castle before. It had been too dangerous to take the baby princess outside the safety of the castle walls. Besides what reason would I have for going outside?

"Yes little bird! Outside! How about we have a little picnic?" mother hummed striding out of my room and down the hall toward her office.

Again i rushed to straighten myself up, my face was probably puffy and red and my clothes were all rumpled from how i was curled up "Mommy i don't look…" What's the word for presentable in Hylian "...nice?" Darn toddler vocabulary.

"My little bird always looks nice." "Moooommmyyyy," i whined trying to rub the tears from my eyes. "hush baby no ones going to care if you look a little messy and if they do I'll set them straight." I harrumphed grumpily. People already think I'm weird, I don't need them thinking I'm messy too. "It'll be fine little one, you worry too much."

"Illa!" Mother slammed the door to her office open. "Yes my queen" granny didn't even glance at my mom. "We are going to go out today."

granny finally looked up from her paperwork, her clever eyes quickly darting first to assess my mother then myself. before smoothly sorting her papers and rising to her feet. "Yes my lady, where would you be wanting to go?" mother glanced out the window, "Today's weather would be perfect for a picnic in hyrule fields." Granny hummed, "I will have the kitchens make you a basket, and alert the appropriate people of the change of schedule, might I suggest the area just south of the sacred grounds? The view of the plateau is lovely."

Granny paused in her preparations. "Will your husband be joining us?" "yes could you send him an invitation to join us?" Granny nodded sharply. "Of course my queen, I will have everything sorted shortly, would you like me to call Dahlia to change Zelda into some more appropriate clothing?"

Dahlia? Oh wait, that's Dottie's real name right?

"It's ok, you can have her collect the basket from the kitchen. I'll change Zelda."

Everything was happening way too fast. Before I knew it, everything was collected and a party my mom, my dad, dottie, granny, and at least 5 guards had all gathered at the stables to set off for our picnic.

Now the thing people don't get about horses is how big they are. Conceptually, people are aware that horses are big, sure, but there is a big difference between knowing horses are big, and seeing this 840-2200 pound monstrosity and having the top of your head barely line up with the lowest point of their back. Now imagine that for a three year old.

I eyed the creature warily.

I'm barely 31 pounds soaking wet and 2 feet at my tallest. this thing is 3 times my size.

Now I like horses. I had even taken a few riding lessons in my last life, but right now?

I am far too squishy and small to get within stepping range. it could squish me like an ant.

I tugged on my mom's skirts, never taking my eyes of the monster casually munching on some hay. (it was the same colour as my hair would it be tempted to eat me?!) "Mama can walk to the pic- pic-" Ugh, words. "Outside food instead."

"Aww is my little bird scared of the nice horsey?" I tried to give her a deadpan look. it didn't work from the way my dad was attempting to hide his smile, curse my cute chubby baby cheeks! "it could fit my entire arm in its mouth." dottie muffled a snicker from somewhere behind me. I generously decided to ignore her.

"Don't worry little bird! carrot is a nice horsey! do you want to feed him!" "didn't i just say he could eat my entire arm? why would i put it anywhere near him?" my voice was rising toward the shrill range but that wasn't important.

Ignoring my protests, Mother scooped me up and held me out toward the horse like some sort of sacrificial offering. Do horses eat hylians in zelda? "why don't you give him a pat!" so this is how i die again isn't it? death by getting eaten by a herbivore, at least ill get the hylian equivalent of the darwin award.

Hesitantly I raised my pudgy baby fist, (it was packed fat and would be very nutritious) and gently, GENTLY, patted the top of his head before quickly drawing my hand bracing for a snap of teeth. the animal's ear barely flinched as he continued eating regardless of the weird creatures around him.

Well now I feel silly.

"He's not bad… i guess." I allowed graciously. I was a big girl, I could admit when I was wrong.

"Great let's get going then!"

Wait what!

I squeaked in alarm as suddenly I was on top of the horse with my mother's arms holding me steady.

I tried to hold myself as still as possible while mentally hyperventilating.

What I wouldn't give for a seat belt! The only thing keeping me from falling to my humiliating death where my mother's thighs and the single hand that held me to her stomach.

I could finally look the rest of the contingent in the eye at my height but that wasn't worth the danger I was facing. My estimation for hylian parenting is steadily sinking as no one offers any protest to my mothers actions beyond mounting their own horses.

Mother was going to have to seriously bribe me to make up for this travesty to responsible adult behaviour.

As I stared, open-mouthed, at the cheerful colourful fantasy medieval city surrounding my home, I magnanimously decided to forgive my mother for her lacklustre care of my person.

Castle Town, (yes that was its name- silly i know.) was a bustling trade centre filled with diverse peoples. And I do mean diverse; there were the elf-like hylians, the exaggeratedly feminine Gerudo, a bird-like race I was guessing were the Rito, the rock-like Gorons, and the aquatic fish people I think were the Zora.

I was honestly stunned stupid by all these differing peoples who lived and worked in castle town, quite a few of which had gathered along the side of the road to watch the mini parade that was following my family. I had known, theoretically, that the Hylians and Gerudo weren't the only peoples in hyrule but I wasn't prepared for how inhuman these other races looked. I wasn't human now. I knew that, but Hylians had still looked human ENOUGH for me to ignore it most of the time. Besides the ears, eyes, anatomy, and clear skin Hylians looked human. Gerudo were similar in that they were mostly human looking beside the features they shared with Hylians and their exaggeratedly feminine physique.

But the other races?

I could not pretend the Rito, the Zora, or the Gorons were human.

The Rito were the most human in the end, looking like what a human would look like if we had evolved from birds instead of apes. beaks instead of lips or noses, wings in place of arms, claws instead of feet, an odd mixture of feathers covering the majority of their body and hair on the back of their head.

The Zora were equally if not more odd, their torsos were longer then their legs, gills along their ribs, a embarrassing lack of covering clothing and a more confounding lack of lower anatomy. odd fish/shark looking things on top of their heads with fins and tails falling on the sides and back of their heads the base of which replaced their noses. as one Zora called out a cheerful greeting to the small royal precession i caught a glimpse of startlingly sharp teeth.

The Gorons didn't even look vaguely human. they were literally living borders with heads and limbs!

Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

"Having fun little bird?" My mother chuckled, still holding me firm to her.

I nodded dumbly, eyes caught on a particularly colourful Rito who had jumped to fly over a trio of baby Gorons who were rolling away from their frustrated caretaker.

"There are so many different peoples." I breathed, stunned by the sheer diversity of my new home.

"Isn't it beautiful?" My mother murmured in my ear, swinging a soft gaze from a laughing hylian couple to a pair of Rito and Gerudo furiously arguing over the price of fish. "Zelda this is what I- what WE work for." And as I looked up from her shade, she seemed to be illuminated by the noontime sun. "My little princess, one day you're going to be queen, and you're going to be responsible for all of this." She gestured outward with one hand the other holding me firm. "For all of them."

And as the corona of light illuminated her face, I was spellbound. So this is what charisma looks like. so this is what a leader- a QUEEN looked like. new resolution bubbled in my soul, coursing through my very bones like lightning and warming my spirit with the blazing fires of resolve.

I WAS going to help my mother.

I WAS going to learn sealing magic.

I WAS going to save my people.

By the time the burning vigour had faded from my veins we had arrived at our destination, and were in the process of unloading and setting up for the single fanciest picnic I had ever seen. While the location- a large field at the edge of a small forested glen with a platform in the middle- was pretty and semi appropriate for a picnic, the picnic itself was in simple terms, ridiculous.

Dottie had laid down a ridiculously expensive looking blanket made out of what looked like silk with beautifully embroidered birds and flowers. Granny had placed the fanciest looking basket down and pulled out a tiered silver serving platter with tiny fancy little sandwiches and desserts. Three of the soldiers had set off to clear the perimeter, another was handling the horses and the last soldier was standing alert next to the far too fancy set up weary eyes scanning for threats.

This was… was this even a picnic even more? I thought picnics were supposed to be simple?

Hmm yea no I don't want to be looking at this any more.

"Mama can I go play in the… trees? I've never been in trees before!" Is there a hylian word for forest?

"The forest sweetie?"

"Yea that."

"I don't know…" Mother glanced worriedly at granny and father "Aren't you hungry little bird?"

"Not yet mommy but if i play then I'll be hungry. I'm always hungry after I play!" I looked pleadingly at her before she sighed and gave in.

"Ok little one, but stay within the trees and don't wander too far." she fretted looking nervous. i mentally rolled my eyes, moms can be so overprotective.

"Anderson." my father barked, startling me and catching the attention of the soldier tending to the horses.

"Yes sir." He snapped to attention, poster perfect.

"You guard the princess. Zelda, stay within eyesight of the guard alright." my mother sighed relieved, smiling at father while the soldier answered in an affirmative. I take that back, dads can be so overprotective.

"Yes Daddy. Come on Mr. Soldier Man, the forest isn't going to explore itself!" I commanded eyes firmly set on getting away from my overbearing parents.

The forest was beautiful.

The air was clean, the birds were singing, and the only disturbance in my serenity was the clanking of the solder trailing behind me scaring off all of the little creatures.

I glanced back and hummed, he did look pretty menacing, hmmmmm.

I plopped myself down in the grass and started picking small wild flowers. perhaps a daisy chain will soften his menace?

"Princess?" The soldier queried worriedly. "Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you back to your parents?"

I shook my head in the negative "Nope! Im gonna play in the flowers? You want to join me?" I aimed my puppy dog eyes in his direction. Hopefully he would sit and stop clanking so the birds would come back.

"Ummm, princess i don't know if-" i ignored his hesitism turning up my pout. "Pleeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeee?" I whined. Please sit so I don't have to listen to you creak like a rusty door hinge.

He let out a helpless sigh before flopping onto the ground metal clanking and clanging, scaring the few remaining birds away and crushing some of the flowers she was planning on using. Ugh, thanks for that.

"I'm going to go pick some more flowers, hold my work for me." I dumped my half way finished flower crown in his lap. "Princess?"

"Stay here I'll be right back."

"Princess!" He yelped trying to straighten himself out caught in his own armor.

"Don't ruin my work!" I called as I hurried off in search of more flowers.

Now usually this would be a dumb move. A small important child wandering away from their caretaker in the middle of the woods! Sounds like the start of a horror story right?

But these woods were about the size of two soccer fields and thin enough that i can still easily see my parents laughing and chatting in the distance.

Flowers, flowers, flowers-... flowers? Flowers! There! Sitting in the roots of a large tree were some pretty bluebell looking flowers. Perfect! As I rushed toward the blue blooms, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye. Was that a… rock?

Huh. That was a large grey rock on the top of the trunk of a tree beside the one in which the large flowers were growing. Huh.

It kinda reminds me of...

KOROKS! Those are a thing here!

I spun on my heel to face my new far more interesting quarry. I wonder if I can see koroks?

In the game link was the first to be able to see koroks in over a hundred years. I'm not actually the Zelda but maybe I could see them because I know they exist? Maybe they work by fairy rules? You need to believe to see? I am still a child.

Eh, I'll never know unless I try.

I rolled up my sleeves, kicked off my fancy little toddler shoes and tied my skirt back. Let's see if I can climb this tree.

Huh this actually isn't all that hard. I managed to monkey scramble my way up into the branches and stare curiously at the strangely placed rock ignoring the frantic but hushed calls of the soldier who was supposed to be watching over me. Well I guess…

I huffed, shrugged and heaved to flip the rock over, and in a small explosion of leaves and sparkles suddenly a giggling creature was there.

"You found me!"

I started in bemused awe at the adorable little leaf creature in front of me.

"You can see me! Most people can't see me!" the little creature verbally beamed from behind its little leaf mask.

Huh.

"Well here's a reward for finding me!" The little creature dropped a lightly glowing seed in my lap.

"Usually I would expand the inside of something by a little bit but you don't have any bags or pockets, next time you find a korok make sure to have a bag or pockets ok!" the little leaf continued ignorant of my stunned shock. I did not expect there to actually be a korok.

"Make sure to look for us! We like to be found!" I mean what. Seriously what!

"Bye!" "wait!"

And just like that the little fae was gone.

"Princess where are you!" the solder was sounding a little desperate now, i should probably go back. I carefully stuffed the seed down my shirt and dropped out of the tree straining up.

Now let's give this poor man a break. "Over here! Look at these pretty flowers I found!" I cried, rushed over to the pretty blue flowers I spotted earlier. These flowers would look lovely in my mommy's hair.

"Princess! Don't do that! You scared me nearly half to death!" the solder sighed hurrying to my side. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" he sighed in relief. "And nearly gave your father a reason to sack me." he muttered his breath, my new elf ears clearly making out his murmured sentiments. "Do you still have my flowers?" "huh? Oh yes here!" he replied handing over my lopsided and slightly mangled flower crown.

Picking the large flowers I used one to quickly tie the flower crown closed, "sorry mr. solder man. i made you a flower crown!" I tried to divert his attention away from my little escape act. "Let me put it on you!"

He was clearly struggling over what to do now, hurt the little princesses feelings by refusing her gift or hurt his pride by wearing a flower crown. "You're gonna look really pretty with it on, i promise!" I wheedled, widening my eyes into an expression of cute expectation.

"Ok princess." he sighed kneeling down to accept his new accessory. Mission success!

With my newly decorated soldier, a handful of pretty flowers in hand, and a mysterious seed down my shirt I decided that this excursion so far had been a resounding success! Now to show the fruits of my labor to my mother.

"Come on Mr. Soldier Man! I want to show my flowers to Mommy." I dashed off, ignoring the yelp the soldier let out as he jumped to follow me.

"Mommy Mommy look what i found!" the small party of my mother and father and their various employees such as dottie granny and another soldier turned their attention to me.

"What did you find baby?" she asked, setting down one of the ridiculously fancy looking little sandwiches.

"I got you some flowers!" I cried practically shoving my quarry at her, Ignoring the smirk the other soldier was giving the poor sap I decorated.

"Oh thank you!" she blessed me with a radiant smile "Oh! You found some blue nightshade!" Wait, I think I remember something like that…

Wasn't it that plant that glowed in the dark and made you sneakier? Oh wow! I found my first magic plant! ( Ignoring the korok and the seed it gave me.)

"I also found a seed!" I enthused, stuffing my hand down my shirt ignoring my father’s sigh and muttering about impropriety. I was three he could deal with it.

"What is that?" my mother murmured staring in bemusement at the softly glowing pod in my hand. Oh good she can see it, I was worried I was going to have to make up some imaginary game to explain away pretending to have a seed.

"It's a seed mommy! Can I plant it in my room?"

"I don't see why not, I'll have Dahlia get you a pot for it when we get home." She scooped me up into her lap, "Now why don't you eat? You’re surely hungry by now."

"Ok Mommy!" I enthused, messily digging into the snacks in front of me, once again ignoring my fathers indulgent sigh.

I'd say today has been a resounding success!

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secret-rendezvous1d · 7 years ago

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can you imagine the missus P Harry and newborn Alfie pap pics an Alfie is in arms of Harry an looks so tiny there in Harry arms and FANS LOVE IT ANZ RETWEET THEY PHOTOS ANZ POST ON TUMBLR

Wait… what about him having his brand-new baby strapped to his chest on a walk through Regents Park in the late afternoon? They, as well as Anne, have taken Persephone to London Zoo for the day because things have been hectic at home and they feel like most of their time, apart from the time spent together before bed, has been spent taking care of Alfie and making sure he was content and cosy and fed and getting as much love as possible. They overhear a conversation that she has with Anne when she tucks her up for the night, when she’s been particularly fussy with both Harry and the missus.

“Nana, do mummy and daddy still love me now tha’ Alfie is born?” They hear through the gap between the door and the doorframe of her bedroom. Standing in the middle of Alfie’s nursery, the crying baby, after being happily fed and burped, situated on her chest as Harry rummaged around for a clean nappy and a fresh baby-grow for him to sleep in, “do they still want me?”

“Don’t be so silly, pumpkin. Of course they still love you,” Anne’s muffled voice comes in response, the sound of her glasses being closed and placed on Persephone’s bedside table, “Alfie’s just very fragile right now and he’s still dependent on mummy and he needs their attention a lot more, right now, than you do. But that doesn’t mean they don’t love you or want you.”

And it really puts into perspective how selfish they’ve been with their time and their affection since Alfie had been born, less than two weeks ago. Falling asleep, that night, with plans made concrete for the following day to be spent as a family. Zoo tickets booked online, a check of the weather forecast to make sure the weather was going to hold up, and work plans and meetings with Jeff cancelled. Informing his manager that the weekend was made from him and his family and that anyone outside could wait till Monday to see him. Wiping the unwanted tears away from her eyes and sharing a kiss before cosying up beneath the covers and using the time to squeeze in as much sleep as they could, dream-filled and away from the chaos, before Alfie brought them back to reality.

And when the morning comes, and they’ve eaten bacon sandwiches, made courtesy of Anne and her motherly act of making breakfast for everyone, Persephone is so excited when they inform her of their plans for the day. Leaving as soon as they were ready and taking the short half an hour walk to the zoo. Alfie strapped to Harry’s chest and cosily wrapped up in a blue blanket and sporting a beanie upon his head to keep the chill away from his fresh skin and his delicate ears. Persephone holding tightly onto his hand as she skips along beside him and chats excitedly about what animals she was excited to see and how she wanted to see the penguins and get a penguin cuddly toy and maybe take one home - despite Harry’s chuckles and shakes of his head, “we can’t take a penguin from the zoo, darlin’. I don’t think we know how to care for a penguin properly.” The missus and Anne trail behind. Chatting idly as Anne pushes the baby-toddler buggy down the tarmac. A picnic basket sat in the seat and an umbrella to sit beneath at lunch-time, to occupy some shade, to keep the sun from blearing down as they munched on sandwiches and devoured strawberries and sausage rolls.

They’ve been spotted a few times on the walk through the streets and Harry’s stopped for a few fans who noticed him, but he’d politely declined having photos taken because he didn’t want to disrupt the baby boy that was snoozing on his chest. Thanking them when they complimented him, smiling when they spoke softly to Persephone and cupping the back of her head as she sided up to his leg with a slight shyness that only ever appeared when they were approached by strangers that she’d never met before.

It gets more crazy, and they’re spotted more by a few men dressed in black, when they roam and take a gentle stroll through Regents Park before entering the zoo. Alfie getting hungry, mewling and crying against Harry’s chest and letting his tears soak Harry’s t-shirt, and they found it an okay time to stop and have a rest before they were on their feet for the rest of the day. Switching the baby carrier for his daughter, letting the baby find his source of food beneath the blanket covering his wife’s chest, setting his daughter on his hip as they take a slow walk through the park and try and ignore the cameras clicking and the fans recognising them.

“I love you,” he smiles, nudging his nose into her cheek as she giggles and tightens her arms around his neck, “you know that, don’t you, poppet? You know I love you, yeah?”

She nods with a toothy grin and presses a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, too, daddy.”

“We’re gon’a have some fun today, aren’t we? Me and you, we’re going to cause trouble. Drive mummy and nana nuts,” he smiles, as she giggles and nods her head. His arms adjusting her on his hip as he scuffs across the stony pathway and walks towards a bench, just beside a fountain that was drained and beginning to wear away from the cold weather. Chipped and a little scratched. “I’m sorry me and mummy haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with you. Alfie’s still very tiny.”

“S’okay,” she lisps quietly, “Alfie needs you.”

“But, you need me too. You need me and mummy,” he sets her on his lap and squeezes her to his chest, “but, that won’t happen anymore, yeah? Me and you, we’re going to do loads together. You and mummy can do loads of stuff together. Alfie’s going to need a big sister to help look after him, isn’t he? And you’re the best person for that job. Just like Auntie Gem did with me,” he brushes his fingers through her hair, “you can help feed him, you can help me and mummy give him baths and tuck him into bed, and, you can read him stories like I do for you. He’s going to love having you around.”

She smiles softly.

“Shall we go back and find them now? You can tell Alfie all about the penguins that we’re going to see today.” xx

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mylifemydiary · 4 years ago

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AHHHH!!!

9/22/2020

My boudoir photo shoot is this Friday!!!! I have a schedule of prepping this week to do, including butt masks, self tanner, dermaplaning, fasting, bikini line clearing up, and charcoal hair masking! I’m pulling out all the stops. I want to be as sexy as possible and looking my absolute best. I really really hope she gets the black angel wings in time for our shoot. But I had a dream it didn’t happen. If only I had scheduled for a week later I would have them. We shall see.

So my family came to visit a couple of weeks ago and I got to celebrate my sweet son’s 19th birthday. It was so good to see them, all of them, in spite of their bickering and my son’s vape/smoking habit, it was just good to be around them for a few days. By the end I was ready to see my mom and grandma go, but not my son. I cried all day when they left. I miss him a lot. He is so silly and goofy and watching him be so cute with his little brother just melted my stone heart. I spent as much time with them as I could, we went out to eat, to the beach, my son and I rode in a helicopter on his birthday, we went mini golfing, and bowling. Then the night before they left I went to see them by myself and we went to the beach at night to see the beginning of hurricane Sally coming in and played Crazy 8. My mom and I used to play crazy 8 all the time, it was so nostalgic to get to play it with them. Then we said our goodbye’s the next morning and they drove safely back to Fort Worth. I took a lot of pics but I feel like I didn’t take enough somehow. It seems like a distant memory now and it hasn’t even been that long. Mini golf was fun and bowling was hectic with a toddler. Really everything was hectic with him, he’s too mobile and too young to understand instructions. My husband did most of the baby wrangling while I tried to enjoy my fam. It was a great weekend. He spent a lot of money to make sure my son had a great birthday. I am so grateful for him and all the things he does for me. I am really lucky.

I got one of those allergic breakouts on my leg this morning, just in time for my shoot, my face broke out and I am having some sort of psuedo period. It’s two weeks until my period but somehow I have been cramping and spotting. WTF body. Really? It’s annoying to say the least but I’ll manage. I started the benadryl and neosporin so maybe by Friday morning we will be all clear. I’m also doing another fast Thursday. I am down to 152.2 pounds, the least I have been while down here, actually this is my pre-Leo weight. So I haven’t weighed this since early 2018. I would like to get back down to my marriage weight, 130, but I am not entirely sure I can do that. It would be nice to start there, going into this next pregnancy, so I don’t get over 200 this time! Sheez.

My business was in a slump for a couple of weeks but it seems to be picking back up now nicely. I am in all sorts of debt now because of LulaRoe clothes. I can’t stop buying them. And then I found a shopping app, Jane, and I can’t stop buying shit their, either. I need help, not more stuff. I have just about maxed out one card and working on another. It’s dangerous. I keep telling myself I will use my color street income to pay it off, but then I’m like well that won’t even make a dent so why bother. But I have to start somewhere. I’m about to lock the card so I can’t spend anymore. Something has to be done, because I seriously cannot tell myself no to things I want. It’s an expensive addiction that I cannot afford and I’m scared to tell my husband.

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Cactus, Part XIV

I didn’t know we would be blessed with Baby!Harry today, but I’m glad we were. Seems almost appropro... Enjoy!

Cactus, Part XIV Summary: Next Steps. The Styles Warning: None!

She smiled and kissed Niall on the cheek as he passed where she sat at the table.

“Ya good, Jamie?”

She nodded and rubbed her thumb over Harry’s thigh under the table. “I’m great! You?”

He nodded, slightly less awkward and uncomfortable then the other three men at the table.

She mimicked his nod and squeezed Harry’s thigh, before patting it and standing. “Well, I’m gonna go shopping… you guys-” she made a vague motion, wiggling her fingers at them, “-figure shit out, yeah?”

Harry pouted at her and grabbed for her hand, whispering lowly. “No, love. Don’t leave.”

She grabbed her purse with her free hand. “I’m not part of this, baby. I won’t be the Yoko to your John. You love these guys and you’re being unnecessarily avoidant. You’re a grown-ass, married man. Act like it. Take care of your shit, make your apologies and listen to theirs. You wanted this. Quit being silly.”

He tried for a grin and failed. “I won't act my age, no, I won't act my age. No, I'll still feel the same around you.”

“Cute.” She kissed his forehead and smiled at the other men. “Figure it out.”

“Have fun, Jamie.” Niall smiled.

Smiling, she turned away and then turned back. “Liam, did you ever send me a pic of Bear? A more recent one, I mean.” She checked her phone. “I have one of Freddie and I was going go print them and frame them while I was out. For our picture wall.”

Liam smiled and like that the tension was at least lessened. “I text ye one now.”

“A good one, though. One with you and Cheryl in it too?”

“Will do, Jamie.” He grinned. “Have fun. Go spend all of Haz’s money.”

She flicked him off, smiling, and waved, pausing to point down at Harry. “Get shit done, Styles.”

He grinned. “I love yeh, Styles.”

“Love you too.” She blew him a kiss.

As she left the bar, she could hear Louis chuckle. “I’ve always like yeh bird, mate. Bit ova hard-ass, innit? Doesn’t let you get with anythin’, does she?”

“Only when I’m bein’ dim. Look… I’m-”

She gave it a couple of hours and texted Niall, knowing that if it wasn’t going well, she’d get a straight answer out of him, not just a desperate plea from her 25-year-old toddler to come back and break up the awkwardness.

How’s it going?

It’s going fine, Jamie. Give us a tad longer. I’ll tell Harry text you.

Right. Sounds good.

‘A tad longer’ ended up being the rest of the afternoon, Harry calling her and telling her that he’d catch a lift with one of the boys and would see her at home.

Later, after unwrapping the newly framed pictures of Louis’ and Liam’s respective familie, she smiled. She took down the two older pictures of the boys down and tried to decide if the newer photos would fit or if she’d have rearrange to make room.

She was holding Louis’ photo up against the wall when she felt two lanky arms wrap around her waist.

Harry pressed his face into her neck and sighed. “Those are good photos.”

She nodded. “They’re both really cute little munchkins for sure.”

She lifted the photo of Niall and his girlfriend off its nail and held it up higher on the wall, trying to see if it would mess with the spacing of the whole wall.

Harry propped his chin on her shoulder and hummed. “I like it there.”

She set it down next to the other two photos. Smiling over her shoulder, she lifted the hammer off the little side table she had commandeered. “You wanna put those man hands to good use?”

He grinned and grabbed the hammer from her as she stepped out of the way.

“How’d it go, baby?” She passed him a nail.

He shrugged.

“Really. How’d it go?”

He smiled down at her and shrugged again with more purpose. He winked at her. “It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.”

She kissed his cheek. “Happy you did it?”

Leaning over to kiss her, he nabbed another nail. “Yes, I am quite pleased. Glad my wife is so smart.”

“Good.” She shot him a smug smile. “Glad my husband is humble enough to say so.” He snorted. “So you’re doin’ it then. 1D is coming back.”

Shrugging again, he took the last nail from her and sighed.

“Shrugger, no shrugging.”

He grinned and stuck his tongue out at her.

“You know you don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do, right baby? You know that.”

He smiled at her. “I’m not… I want to do it. Loved bein’ in 1D, really did…”

“Then what?” She rubbed a hand over his side. “I don’t like seein’ ya so conflicted, baby. Talk to me.”

He tapped in the last nail. “I think I’m just worried.” He huffed. “What if we’re not relevant anymore, what if we’re just tryin’ to dig up somethin’ we killed four years ago?”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Do you really think it’s dead? There is a large group of twenty-somethings that would disagree.”

“But it’s different now. We’re different… older.”

Handing him Niall’s photo, she smiled. “You’re only 25, Harry. Nowhere near old.”

“True.” He nodded and hung it. “What if we’re going backwards? I want to keep moving forward.”

“Then keep moving forward.” She kissed his jaw. “Build off what you all accomplished separately and make this something that is relevant and is moving forward. They, the fans, the media, management, what have you, they’re always going to want to hear What Makes You Beautiful and Kiss You and Perfect and that’s okay, they’re great songs, but you guys can still make something new. No one wants to stay stagnant.” She passed him Louis’ photo and then Liam’s photo.

When both were hung the couple stepped back. She smiled up at him. “Looks good.”

He nodded and sat on the arm of the couch, pulling her between his legs. “So yeh think this is a good move? Yeh think this is the right thing?”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do you want to do it? Honestly. No pressure. Do you want to do it?”

He was quiet for a long moment. “Yes.”

“Then do it.” She kissed his cheek. “Do good work and do it on y’all’s terms and no one else’s and do it for as long as you want to do it.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He tucked his face in her neck. “We talked a bit about the album. Looks like we’re gonna make it in London. Seems neater and easier.”

She winced. “For how long?”

“Couple of months at least.”

She took a deep breath. A couple of months shouldn’t seem so daunting but she knows that a couple of months could easily be three or four or more...and then there was a tour. “Okay.”

He pulled away just a bit to look at her. She wasn’t crying but she didn’t really look happy either. “None of that, love. I’m not leaving yeh here. Want yeh to come. Need yeh to come. Can’t be without yeh.” He gathered her against him again. “Want yeh to work on the album. We all do. Want yeh to be on t’tour too.”

She sighed and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “1D has a band, baby.”

“We did.” He nodded. She didn’t miss the ‘we’ and it made her smile. “Four years ago. Some of them can’t come on short notice. We called them to see.” He shrugged. “Want both you and Mitch.”

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “Have you called Mitch?”

He nodded. “Texted him, yeah. He can work on the album but he’s got a commitment, can’t do a tour right now.”

She smiled. “Alright then.”

“Yeah?” He smiled and squeezed her closer. “You will?”

“Of course. When have I ever said no to workin’ with my hubby?” She kissed his temple. “And Mitchy. I miss Mitchy.”

“He was here last week.”

She shrugged. “We didn’t jam though. Just drank. I miss jammin’ with Mitchy.”

“What was that first conversation like?” The interviewer smiled gently. “Must have been a bit weird.”

Louis nodded. “It was a bit… a bit awkward.”

“Harry needed his emotional support... person.”

“Your what?”

Niall snorted. “His wife.”

Harry elbowed Liam. “I thought you were callin’ me wife an animal.”

With a wide, cheeky grin, Liam shook his head. “Nah, wouldn’t do that to Jamie-love. I like her more than I like you.”

Harry chuckled. “Arse.”

He patted Harry’s chest. “Did good, kid. She’s a good one.”

Louis smiled. “She left as soon as we were all there though. Went shoppin’. Left us to talk it out like men.”

Nodding, Niall shrugged. “It was a bit awkward and a bit weird but… y’know. We talked it out and here we are.”

The interviewer smiled. “Here you are. Are you proud of the album?”

Liam nodded. “Very proud, yeah.”

“So Harry, you’ve been married over a year now. Liam and Louis, you both have a child.”

“‘Niall’s all alone, forever single. Bachelor extraordinaire’.” Niall clutched a hand to his chest. “No one loves me.”

“Is that true? Are you single?”

Niall grinned. “Dunno. Might be.”

“So there have been some life changes since you were last here.” The interviewer smiled. “How does that change how you tour?”

“It makes it more difficult, of course. Have to balance everything better this time. Don’t want to end up burned out and angry that I missed my kid’s life, y’know.” Liam grinned. “I won’t speak for Louis, but Harry’s gone and married the guitarist, so not much changes for him, I’d guess.”

Harry shrugged. “I get a bigger room now.” He laughed into his fist, glancing at Jamie behind the camera. “No, but to be ser-”

“Wait really?” The interviewer chortled. “Did they have you on twin beds before?”

Louis shook his head. “Cots… four cots right next t’each other in one room. To keep us out of trouble.”

“Oh. Right. Did it work?”

“No, not particularly.”

Harry nodded. “Now they’re gonna like screen off a corner for me so me and the missus can have privacy. Do the same for Liam when Cheryl comes to visit.”

Casting a look over his shoulder at the woman shaking her head in the corner, the interviewer smiled. “Your wife is shaking her head. Don’t think I should believe you.”

“Good choice.” Harry grinned at her over the interviewer’s shoulder. “I’d believe her over me too.””

“Harry!”

Harry jumped. “Yes?”

The interviewer, a younger woman, smiled just shy of coy. “You’re growing your hair out again, I see.”

“Yeah… uh.” He glanced at Liam. “Yeah. Recently found out that my wife really liked my hair long.”

Louis chuckled. “Just now? You’ve been together for what… three years? Just found out now?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah... Y’know how she is. She didn’t want t’make a fuss over something silly. ‘Jus’ hair’ she said.” Grinning, he shrugged. “While we were recording, one night, she must have been exhausted to even have brought up, she just turned to me and said ‘I’m kinda sad that I never got to have sex with you when you had the long hair.’”

Niall died laughing. “And that was that.”

Harry nodded. “Yep. Haven’t cut my hair since. But back to the album, we had a number-”

“There’s a slight difference between some of your older material and the new…” James chuckled and avoided Louis’ dead-ass stare.

“Really, James.”

James nodded. “Yes, there’s a difference between say Drag Me Down and Back At It.”

“No [bleep].”

Harry, back in back middle, covered his face while Niall and Liam each collapsed against his shoulder, grown men giggling.

Louis smiled sweetly, like he wasn’t the savage he clearly was. “What’s your question, James?”

He laughed, pretending to shrink away from him. “I’m gonna pull this car over and someone else is going to sit shotgun.”

“What’s your question?”

James grinned. “In what ways do you feel like you’ve matured and how has that changed your music as a band.”

Liam grinned. “Well… we’re men now, men with experience and responsibilities, I think… most of us anyway. Harry still can’t grow a beard.”

Harry shook his head at Liam, smiling. “My inability to grow a beard has actually added stability to our growth as a band… a constant… somethin’ unchanging.”

James snickered. “How does your wife feel about the beard situation?”

Harry sniffed, his nose turning up. “She loves me just as I am… Thank you very much.”

Harry grinned at the audience, feeling the rush of performing for tens of thousands of people, feeling the sheer difference in atmosphere between a One Direction concert and a solo-artist Harry Styles show.

He lifted the mic to his mouth. “It’s good to be back.” He strutted out down the walkway. “We’ve missed yeh. Have yeh missed us?”

The crowd roared.

“Good… Good.” He wiped his forehead playfully. “Was worried. Before we go any further, let me introduce yeh to the band.” The crowd cheered and he made a shushing motion. “First we have Jon Shone on the keyboard. Give it up for the keyboard!”

The crowd clapped.

“We have the always divine Josh Devine.” The crowd started cheering before he could even finish the sentence. “Give it up for Josh on the drums!”

He grinned. “We have Sandy Beales, who is still doin’ the same thing every night.”

Sandy grinned from the band podium and mouthed ‘You too!’

Harry grinned. “Sandy is on the bass guitar. Give it up for Sandy!! He’s also right. I too am no longer a bachelor.” The crowd roared and Harry turned to grin at Jamie. “Which leads me to the last member of our band, on the electric guitar…. MY WIFE!”

Jamie lifted her hand and smiled as the crowd cheered.

“I’m a very proud man.” Harry waved at her from halfway across the stadium. “Hey Monster!”

Jamie waved back and blew him a kiss.

The crowd went wild. “Give it up for Jamie Styles on the guitar!”

“So in case you missed it: that is Jon, Josh, Sandy and Jamie…” He grinned. “The J’s… and Sandy. Sandy, mate, you’re called Jack now… for the sake of being able to refer to the band as the J’s.”

Sandy gave a laugh and a thumbs up as the crowd laughed.

“They are the J’s and this is Better than Words.”

The crowd erupted as he skipped down the walkway, glancing back at Jamie every once and awhile.

“Better than words But more than a feeling Crazy in love Dancing on the ceiling.”

He sang to the first row of fans, making faces and flirting with screaming girls, before taking off back towards the main stage, pausing to grab Liam’s ass as he passed.

Winking up at her, he turned back to the crowd for the chorus before clambering up the band podium to get in behind her as Louis took up his mic.

She turned to look up at him. “What are you doin’, ya loon?”

As she looked back down to continue playing, she felt him nip in close, rolling his hips against her backside.

“Best I ever had Hips don't lie.”

He sang along in her ear and she had to fight to keep focused on playing an instrument.

“You make me wanna sss”

He pressed completely against her and she gasped, chuckling. “Not fair, Haz.”

“One more night Irreplaceable, crazy, we're crazy”

Grinning against her ear, he kept singing, before kissing her cheek and tearing off to sing the chorus with the boys.

It would be up on the internet by the end of the night and, if he did it every time they sang that song, she’d reckon that by the end of the tour, there’d be compilation video.

Harry gently massaged the back of her neck as she lay face-down on the bed. “Lou’s gettin’ yeh antibiotics, love.” He paused to listen to Lou on the phone. “No she’s not allergic. Do you have a pref-” She lifted her head to glare balefully at him. “Just get her whatever has the shortest course… wh- Yeah, she’s on birth control… No not the pill, the ring.” He listened for a minute. “Yeah, of course, I know. She’s me wife. Why shouldn’t I know?”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t subscribe to toxic masc-”

“Harry!”

He looked down at Jamie. “What’s wrong, monster?”

“Can we shelve the social commentary? I just want my antibiotics and some sinus medication, baby. Please.”

He winced. “Sorry, love.”

“It’s okay, baby… shouldn’t have snapped at ya. I just feel like shit.”

He kissed the back of her head. “Lou, do you need any more info from us?”

Hanging up, he rubbed at the back of her neck again. “Cup of tea, love?”

She nodded and as he rushed off, she dove for her iPad.

Pulling up the calendar, she paled. She should’ve replaced her ring a we- nine days ago.

Shit. Fuck. Damn.

Not that she was feeling ill because she might be pregnant. She definitely had a sinus infection, it felt like she’d been hit in the face with a brick. Pregnancy didn’t cause that.

She went to the ensuite and removed the ring and sat on the toilet lid, staring down at the travertine tile.

Half of her, the part that doubted that she would make an even half-decent mother, that feared that there was a chance that being a terrible mother was more hereditary than being addicted to heroin, wanted to just insert a new ring and hope that she wasn’t already pregnant.

Harry would be none-the-wiser.

But she would know.

She sighed.

She would know that she had lied to the most important person in her life. She would know that, despite knowing how much Harry wanted to have kids, despite knowing that he’d only waited this long because he knew she was terrified of her biological family’s history creeping up on her-

That despite knowing all this, she lied to him and risked not only her health, but the health of a hypothetical maybe-child that she, if she were honest, already loved the idea of having.

She could be pregnant right now.

She cradled her stomach with shaking hands. Right now there could be a little nugget of joy hidden deep within her. A little bit of Harry mixed with a little bit of her.

She could be pregnant.

She stood and washed her hands, grabbing her phone off the nightstand.

Lou-boo… can you get a pregnancy test… too? Ha! A rhyme!

Do you think you’re pregnant? Haz said you’re on the ring.

I am, but in all the hustle and bustle and tour shit, I’ve forgotten to replace it. Hadn’t even thought about it until Haz mentioned it when he was talking to you.

I’m probs not.. But I need to check before I can start up again.

What happens if you are? Do you want me to get Plan B? Pregnancy test might not be able to tell you right now anyway.

No to Plan B. If I’m pregnant then we’re having a baby. If not then… well I’m about to have that convo with the man-child. So we’ll see.

Ok. Have fun.

“Here’s the tea, love.”

She turned and stepped against him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his collarbone.

“What’s wrong?” He pressed a kiss to her hair and wrapped himself around her. “Are yeh okay, love?”

She smiled. “I forgot to replace my ring last month.”

Nose still pressed to her hair, Harry froze. “Are yeh sayin’ yer pregnant, Jamie?”

She shrugged. “Don’t know. Asked Lou to get a pregnancy test.”

“Ok.” His chest expanded under her cheek as he took a deep breath and reached down to coax her face out of his chest. “What happens if yer pregnant?”

She smiled and kissed his chin. “If I’m pregnant, then congrats you’re gonna be a dad.”

He chuckled a little breathlessly and smiled down at her. “And if not?”

She nodded. “That’s what we have to decide. Do I go back on birth control or do we take this as a sign to just do it?”

“T’do what, love?”

“To start a family.” She smiled. “Do you want to start a family with me?”

“Do yeh want to start a family? Do yeh want to have a baby?” He kissed her. “Love, yeh know what I want, but this is yer body and if yeh don’t feel ready then that’s fine. We can wait.”

She pressed her face into his chest. “Part of me is terrified. Truly, absolutely terrified. I’m scared that I’ll be a shit mom, that I’ll be like my bio mom-”

“Yer nothing like yer biological mother, love.”

“But we don’t know that.” She cuddled in closer. “I could be just like her. I don’t really remember anythin’ about her. For all I know, I could be her spittin’ image.”

“Maybe so.” He shrugged. “Maybe yeh do look like her, but yer not a heroin addict. Yer a musician with a very successful career. Yer a married woman in a stable, supportive relationship with a man who loves the fuck outta yeh. Yeh are one of the calmest, most naturally maternal women I’ve ever met. Yeh are just like yer actual mum.”

He smiled down at her. “But if yer scared, then we’ll wait. That’s a no brainer, love. Yer not a baby factory. I’m not gonna force yeh to have my babies.”

She nodded. “Are you ready to have kids, baby?”

“I think so. I think I’ve been ready since before we got married.” He kissed her head. “One time I saw this woman at the shop. She was obviously not yeh, but she was blonde and she had a couple tattoos and she had a daughter, probably five years old...Her daughter just followed her around the fruit aisle askin’ what everythin’ was. She was so patient, answerin’ every question. I just stared. For a second, I just wanted for that to be yeh, for that little girl to be ours.”

She sniffed and tried to wipe at her eyes without him noticing and failed.

He pulled back and laid his forehead against hers. “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to make yeh cry.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. When was that?”

“After yer cousin’s weddin’.”

She smiled. “Really?”

He nodded. “I think seeing you with your family…” Pausing, he shrugged.

There was a knock on the door and Harry went to open it, letting Lou in.

Lou smiled and opened her arms for Jamie.

“Scared, lovely?”

Jamie smiled and hugged the taller woman. “A bit, yeah… but less so than ten minutes ago.”

Lou nodded. “Well, I picked up a couple of tests with the earliest response times I could find. Also told the pharmacist that you might be preggers and he gave me the medicine you could take if you were. Then I asked if being on tour would be bad for a pregnant woman.” She shrugged. “Thought I’d be thorough. He said that as long as your doctor says you’re healthy, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being on tour.”

“Okay.” Nodding, Jamie took a deep breath, hands on her hips.

Hugging her once more, Lou kissed her forehead. “Well, call if you need anythin’ but I’ll leave you to it, yeah?” Lou made for the door and closed it behind her after blowing them a kiss. “Have fun.”

Curled up in his lap as they waited, she smiled. “I want to be pregnant.”

“Yeah, y’sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah. The longer I think about it, the more I want it.”

The timer she set on her phone rang and she took a deep breath, holding her hand out to him.

Harry smiled and grabbed her hand, letting her lead him into the bathroom.

Yes.

An Interlude Up Next: Part XV

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ramsybaby · 5 years ago

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See, it’s this type of “Golly gee, McGee we don’t know what the heck happened, but it happened” intelligence insulting article that I find revolting.

This is about an institute reporting on abortion declines and dismissing the recent outlawing of abortion as a trivial motivator.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-rate-of-abortions-drops-to-its-lowest-level-since-roe-v-wade-but-not-for-the-reason-you-might-think/ar-AAHuw1p?ocid=spartandhp I don’t cart around a big brain, like the alleged people at this alleged institute, but I was pretty sure a very big portion of the declines had to do with that recent and sudden reversal in law. Instead, it references to what it believes is the “real” reason-the availability of contraceptives due to laws requiring the coverage of birth control via workplace insurance. Well, fine..

We each have our own opinions as to why the abortion rates are drastically down. It’s this constant “Who me? What?” eyelash batting innocence being played in print AGAIN that riles the spirit. It’s salt packed in deep on top of the gashes of “underlying” insults.

Like insults regarding the human female population and the notion of us acting upon our own choices as being considered absurd or unthinkable. That we’re so incapable of budgeting to bother buying our own condoms with our own cash or that we wouldn’t have bothered using them unless encouraged by outside “help and instructions”.

I guess it’s a miracle any of us scratch up enough cash to purchase our own tampons or Q-tips.

The worst insults are the vague “speculations” on “possible” this-s and “unlikely” that-s. As this so called “institute” is affiliated with several United Nations spawned entities, it’s hardly what one may call “in the dark” on this issue. Especially when manipulating population numbers across the world is a project that the United Nations has been planning on, implementing and mandating laws over, nurturing and monitoring for well over 60 years.

This “playing stupid”…..It’s unseemly.

With the article closing with some psycho-suggestive statistic of one in four women destined for an abortion in her lifetime.

Yet we still have to listen to them persist on pretending situations are as much of a surprise to them as they are to us…no matter how many decades of panels, speeches, discussions and intensive strategies we can see they have tucked under their belt.

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Especially when discussions involved off the wall suggestions at controlling our numbers from so-called experts. One example being “The Population Bomb”. They are the types of suggestions that not many people would easily forget. (Although the Earned Income Tax credit suggestion was one of the suggestions that some may be interested to know came to fruition.)

(If the pics aren’t visible, I included a few excerpts from one of many United Nation’s conferences on global population stats and strategies, along with excerpts from co-author Paul Erlich’s book “The Population Bomb” from 1969. )

In his book, Paul expressed everything from annoyance and impatience to disgust re inaction on “appropriate birth and death rate” controls. He lays out specific strategies and suggestions, with a steady flow of alarmist interjections. It’s an interesting read on two levels:

1-The fact that he expressed some rather nasty ideas a long time ago which have not come back to haunt him. Not like the rest of us little people, who are getting “horsewhipped” (lost jobs, forced apologies, humiliated, et cet.) for much more trivial things said/done twenty or thirty years ago.

2-The fact that his doom and gloom predictions never came true.

From slipping sterilants into our foods to convincing the public that research into curing cancer and other illnesses for the old would be a waste of time and be a hindrance to the welcoming of young life.

However, he didn’t have to worry too long… For as one can see, soon after “Population Bomb”s publication ..

(from a personal copy of a 1970 World Book) ..the population machine was finally greased and rolling, with a happily grinning UN hunched over the controls. Where they finally got the chance to cease stomping their poor indignant feet on the cold ground..onto the softer and much more comfy surface of our faces.

Anyone with at least one eye and a half decent intelligence can see how much work has been invested over seventy years by these “people” on all things to do with producing babies. That is if one can put in the legwork and actually read any one of the many transcripts from population conferences and “women’s rights” conferences.

(Well, if the links aren’t missing, broken or out on some really long lunch breaks at the “404” like

The World Conference of the United Nations Decade for Women in Copenhagen

https://www.un.org/womenwatch/daw/beijing/copenhagen.html

or The World Conference of the International Women’s Year

https://www.un.org/womenwatch/daw/beijing/mexico.html.

One might get lucky and find them somewhere..one never knows)

The point has been proven and forced well past their eager population desires. There’s no need to play games.

It would just be nice if these “findings” and time wasting “speculations” could stop.

It’s like looking at a silly toddler, chocolate slathered all over his grinning mug while constantly insisting he has no idea why the cookie jar is empty. It’s pathetic. Especially when the child damned well knows that he faces no punishments and has no authorities watching over him.

photo By pressmaster

Playing Dumb See, it’s this type of “Golly gee, McGee we don’t know what the heck happened, but it happened” intelligence insulting article that I find revolting.

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