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queenimmadolla · 2 years ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . After your eventful labor and delivery, you and Eddie can only wait to see what fate holds for your newborn son as you two finally decide on a name. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: we have finally reached the rainbow at the end of the storm, my friends. wrapping this up feels so bittersweet, i'm going to miss all the interactions! i don't think i've gotten to talk to this many people here before and i hope it doesn't stop after part three. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. and a HUGE thank you to my partner in crime, @kitmon, for beta-ing this (all three parts) bad boy for me. while Wayne's World is finally over, i'm excited to continue writing for this little family. on to the next thing! word count is 4kish. happy reading! and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

While Eddie was out like a light, your doctor had also dropped in for a visit to inform you you’d be staying at the hospital for at least another day, which you weren’t too excited about. You were prescribed medication to take during your stay and so long as you felt good, you were allowed to roam about, meaning you could visit your son.

Wayne had also dropped by, with a bag he’d packed full of Eddie’s clothes and things he thought he would need. He hadn’t wanted to wake Eddie up, either. After making sure you were okay, he ended up taking Penny home with him. You’d debated on letting her stay, but you figured Eddie would be vehement on staying with you and she’d want to play with her toys soon. Wayne had promised to bring her back for visits.

Then it was just you and your sleeping husband. Eddie slept through the morning, past the afternoon, and into the evening. You were just about to run out of patience—eager to see your baby—when he finally woke up.

“Wha’ happen?” He rasped out, voice groggy and eyes squinted almost shut as he stretched, letting out an inhuman grunt.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” you glanced at the clock on the wall, “or goodnight, I guess.”

“Night?” He followed your gaze, eyes shooting wide open when he realized how late he’d slept. “Oh, shit. It’s seven.”

“I’m aware,” you were entirely amused, “Your breakfast, lunch, and dinner are on the counter.” You pointed over to the counter and cabinets lining the wall.

Eddie was starving, he tossed the blanket aside to get up and made quick work of all of his meals, to your surprise.

Watching Eddie eat was always so entertaining. He ate so chaotically, messy like a gremlin. And not just when he was starving.

“Where’s Pen?” He asked through a mouthful of food.

“With Wayne and Maude. He stopped by and dropped off some things for you.” You pointed this time to the duffel bag resting near his makeshift pullout bed.

The burger you’d got him for lunch was clenched in his teeth, the wrapper around it preventing its contents from falling out, as he rifled through it, pulling out a clean shirt, a pair of sweats and some boxers.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, again with a mouthful of food as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his legs.

You watched as he struggled to get his feet out of them without using his hands, aggressively shaking them off his right ankle. He cursed under his breath once they were off and you couldn’t help but elate in the fact your husband was still a dork.

“You were tired, snoring up a storm—’’

“—I don’t snore.”

“—And looking like you were in a coma.”

Eddie snorted as he devoured the rest of his burger before he was able to go put on the clean boxers (you’d made sure to lean forward so you could get your eyeful) and yank on the sweats. Then he pulled his shirt off and you responded by clapping your hands appreciatively.

“Now, give me a little twirl,” you swirled your finger downward, with a smirk and Eddie laughed as he threw the shirt at you.

“Knock it off, six week waiting period still applies to you so you’d better not tempt me.”

You whistled as you pulled his shirt off your head, holding it to your chest, “You might have had the dinner but I definitely got the show.”

“You’re incorrigible,” but he was still grinning as he yanked the clean shirt over his head.

You waited until he was comfortable, with his food, on the pull out before you informed him, “My doctor came by, too. Said I’m stuck here for another freaking day.”

Eddie pulled the fry he’d been about to eat away from his mouth so he could tease you with a pout. He was actually glad, you’d be surrounded by medical professionals so if for some reason something happened, they’d be able to take care of you. Plus, he’d be by your side every day until then. This was his last day off, but he’d call Norm in the morning and let him know he’d have to take the next couple of days off. He’d saved up more than enough paid time off at the shop, something he’d chosen this particular one to work at for offering.

Of course, when he’d gotten the gig as a teenager, he’d only been concerned about using that time to try out a new strain or micro dose.

You rolled your eyes and slumped back into your bed, “Jerk. She also said I could move around. After you finish eating, will you take me to go see him?”

Fuck, Eddie would take you right now. He was about to set his tray aside when you hissed.

“Eat.”

He held his hands up in defeat, but finished off his food a little faster.

While he finished eating, you’d gotten out of bed (yes, he almost had a heart attack and you had to threaten him to keep him from hovering) to freshen up. By the time you were done, so was Eddie.

You’d dug around his bag until you found one of your favorite shirts of his and put it on, under the stupid hospital gown, along with a pair of his sweats.

And you hadn’t wanted to, like really, really didn’t want to, but you allowed him to push you to the NICU in a wheelchair. It was the only way you were allowed to leave your room. Why didn’t you want to? Because Eddie insisted it was a game, full on running to propel the wheelchair, even spinning you around in it, when he wasn’t pretending to crash into things. It was fun, but you were sure the hospital staff didn’t appreciate it.

When you finally got to the NICU and the nurse placed your baby in your arms, you knew everything you’d been through was worth it. Every single second you got with him was precious and worth the possible sorrow that may follow.

“He does look like Penny,” you agreed, lifting him up to press a kiss to his forehead. He was in better looking condition than you recalled, not pasty or almost blue, and breathing. You remembered the shock of fear that had shot up your spine when he hadn’t been after you’d pushed him out.

He was small, smaller than Penny had been for obvious reasons, and while it made you sad that you hadn’t been able to keep him in you to develop more, you were still happy to have him.

“Although, I think their noses are different,” you mused and gently stroked your finger over the small tip of his nose, tubeless since he’d been removed from his incubator to be placed in your arms. He scrunched it up at the contact, and you were delighted with his response, “he’s got your’s, Eddie.”

“You think so?” Eddie was taken with that nose scrunch, absolutely entranced. He’d seen you do it in the wee hours of that very morning.

“Oh, yeah. He’s perfect. I wonder whose eyes he has.” Selfishly, you hoped a pair of big, brown baby cow eyes, like his father’s and sister’s, were under the eye cover.

“You can take it off,” The nurse hovering nearby informed you, he was handling another baby but he’d heard your comment, “he’s done with his phototherapy. The lighting in here isn’t harsh either, so he’ll be just fine.”

He stopped what he was doing to hand you a couple of wipes, “Just moisten the edges and it will come right off.”

You did as instructed, Eddie hovering over you in anticipation. Once the edges were saturated with the warm wipe, you carefully peeled the eye mask away, heart squeezing as your baby boy blinked them open. Well, that was a stretch, he blinked them into a squint.

He glared up at you like that for a few more moments, before his blinking became rapid and then they were finally open, forehead scrunched up in curiosity as he stared, little mouth just barely parted.

“Hi,” you giggled out, absolutely ecstatic to see a pair of familiar dark eyes peering up at you.

“Guess that answers that.” Eddie’s smile was soft as he watched you press another kiss to his head, your fingertips mingling with the fluff on his head. He couldn’t help but notice how enthralled his son looked with you, little fists curled near his face.

“You are so perfect,” you cooed down at him, finger stroking his cheek, he blinked at the contact, gave your hand some serious side eye for surprising him then returned his awed stare to your face. “I love you so much, my little grump. You’re gonna be okay, yeah? ‘Cause you’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Gonna make it out even when you’re dealt the shorthand.”

Was Eddie Munson about to cry again? Yes.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” You enunciated each one word with a kiss to his head, “We still have to name him.”

The morbid image of a potential name for his son, etched into stone came to the forefront of his mind and Eddie felt a stabbing pang in his chest as he forced the image away.

“You know, I technically chose Penny’s,” you drawled, craning your head to look up at him, “I think it’s only fair you name him. Since you won’t let me name him Eddie Jr.”

Eddie stared back at you, gaze intense before it shifted down to the little bundle in your arms, at the face peeking out from the blankets.

He hadn’t wanted to name his baby after him, wanted him to be more than just a namesake. With Penny, well, her name meant something to him. Unconditional love.

It didn’t actually translate to that, but it had belonged to the one person in his life—other than you—who showed him affection, emotion.

The baby’s eyes moved away from your face, catching Eddie’s stare and something about it prompted a thought, a fact really.

Eddie was wrong. He was so, so wrong in his thought process. The weight of the realization almost had his knees buckling as he stared back at that little face.

For the first time, Eddie thought of his son’s name. Etched in stone or not, it was the only one worthy of him.

You’d let the nurse know and he retrieved your son's birth certificate for you. You loved the name so much and since Eddie had been the one to decide on it, you insisted he write it on his birth certificate as well. It had to be the neatest thing Eddie had ever written.

It hadn’t been easy to let the nurse take your baby back, away from you and you had teared up, afraid it would be the last time you’d see him.

Eddie had been upset too, in the last few moments you were allowed with him, he’d let his little guy hold onto his finger and reminded him of their earlier talk. He had to make it through tonight, so he could go home with them. After a few parting kisses, tears and reaffirming your love to him, he was whisked away to his incubator and you and Eddie made the sullen trip back to your room.

He held you in your bed while you both cried.

And cried.

Eventually, the two of you fell asleep, the sheer emotional exhaustion too much for either of you.

When you woke up, it was to sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains and the nurse taking your vitals. Eddie was still lightly snoring into the side of your head and just as the nurse finished, both Dr. Eisenberg and Dr. Houseman entered your room.

“Good morning!” Dr. Eisenberg chirped. Dr. Houseman silently made herself comfortable leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” came your groggy reply as you shook Eddie awake. He peaked an eye open to glare at you but the moment he caught sight of both doctors, he snapped awake.

“Sorry to disturb you two, we just figured you’d want to hear the news. Mrs. Munson, although I know you must love your hospital bed, today’s looking like your last day here. Which means I want to hear about you doing lots of walking today. I’m gonna check on you again tomorrow, but if all is well, you’ll be discharged then.”

Halle-freaking-lujah.

Dr. Eisenberg stepped back, nudging Dr. Houseman’s shoulder enthusiastically to take her place.

“I believe this is the first time we’ve met, Mrs. Munson,” she regarded you with kind eyes before acknowledging Eddie, “Mr. Munson. Nice to see you’ve gotten some rest.”

Eddie tried not to feel personally attacked.

“I come bearing news of your son. He made it through the night, with no issues. He’s out of phototherapy, responding well to feedings—that’s very important—and while his breathing is fast, it’s also a good sign. It doesn’t leave him breathless, so it may just be his excitement at being in the outside world and getting to use his lungs. He doesn’t tire more than would be normal for a newborn, either. We’re gonna keep him a little longer, let him develop a little more and ensure the hole starts to heal up, but I give it no more than two weeks before he goes home.”

The amount of weight lifted off both your shoulders and Eddie’s was almost disorientating. Your baby made it. You’d get to take him home! You wanted to cry, jump around, do backflips, but you settled for leaning into Eddie, who was blinking an awful lot.

“Alright, I think we served our purpose. We’ll let the two of you have some peace.” They both gave you grins as they made their way out of the room, though Dr. Eisenberg stopped, effectively halting Dr. Houseman as well, “By the way, LOVE the name you gave him. Really fits the little guy.”

Dr. Houseman nodded in agreement before she was ushering Eisenberg out of the room.

You held each other again as you cried, this time tears of joy and relief.

Wayne stopped by again, this time with Penny and a bag of necessities meant for you (packed with care by Maude because Wayne was too embarrassed to go through your drawers). She’d begged Eddie, literally wrapped herself around one of his legs until he agreed to take her to see baby brother. He hadn’t wanted to, would much rather have them meet at the trailer when the two of you could finally bring him home and not when he was still in an incubator, patched up to machines, but he relented.

Wayne kept you company while he took her to see the baby. She hadn’t asked any questions about the babies, only stating the stork must be getting ready to take them to their mommies and daddies because they were in boxes.

When he’d pointed out her brother, she couldn’t look away, placing both hands on the glass as well as her forehead to stare at him.

“My little baby potatoes.”

“He’s not—alright, sweet pea.”

“I getta keep him, huh, daddy?”

“Yeah, you get to keep him.” Eddie found himself blinking away tears, comforted to know he wasn’t lying to her, didn’t have to be obtuse to avoid telling her the truth anymore.

“Okie dokie, les take ‘em home.”

Eddie chuckled and pulled her a little ways from the glass to press a kiss to her cheek, “He has to stay here for a few more days, but he’s gonna come home.”

“Pomise?”

“I promise.”

She eyed him suspiciously, “You won’t fuwwet ‘em?”

“Forget,” Eddie corrected but Penny didn’t amend the word like she would normally do when reminded of the proper pronunciation. She still had a little difficulty with her ‘r’s so if a word had the letter in it and she said it right the first time, great, if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be fixing it, “And that was one time, sweet pea, I came back for you like a minute later.”

Penny maintained an impressive, nonstop commentary about all the things she was going to teach her baby brother to do during the walk back to your hospital room. At some point, she’d asked Eddie to swing her the rest of the way, which he scoffed at because that would make him look ridiculous to the staff.

Needless to say, by the time they got back, Eddie was sure the staff would be making fun of him.

Wayne hadn’t asked to see the baby, he was content knowing the little fella would be coming home with you. He still had that image of him in the truck stuck in his head, and he’d rather replace it with a baby in a car seat instead of an incubator. He and Penny stayed a while. She took your doctor’s walking orders (that Eddie foolishly mentioned in front of her) seriously and demanded you walk back and forth around the room with her. It was no problem until it just got annoying but you entertained her anyways.

Then all your friends had shown up, waiting strategic intervals of time to slip into your room as small groups so the nurses wouldn’t notice. They’d brought tons of gifts and Eddie had to sneak them to the NICU entrance, a few at a time, so they could see your baby through the glass.

After what a c-section was had been explained to the boys, Dustin’s respect for you skyrocketed, which you hadn’t thought would be possible considering his high opinion of you in the first place, and Lucas thought you had to be some kind of superhuman to survive that, he was amazed. Poor Will and Robin looked like they wanted to throw up when Steve’s girlfriend explained how some of your insides had been briefly removed to get to the baby.

It had been Nancy and Jonathan who got the group out of the hospital, and just in time. Your main nurse had come to check on you with all the suspicious hallway activity. Wayne and Penny left when visiting hours were over and you convinced Eddie to sleep on the bed with you, you always fell asleep fast when you got to cuddle up to him and you needed the night to pass already so you could get discharged.

You were impatient the next morning, Eddie watched on in amusement as you got ready, fluttering about the room until you finally slipped into a shirt and some comfortable pants with a high waistline (nothing was pressing into your scar until that bad boy was healed), then put your hospital gown over them and climbed into bed to disguise your getaway outfit.

Your plan was of course foiled when Dr. Eisenberg arrived and had you walk across the room a couple of times. She’d been amused with your expectations, but stuck to her promise and a nurse was wheeling you out after you were discharged.

Wayne, Penny and Maude greeted you when you arrived home, and while you were pleased to be in your own clothes and trailer, you wanted your baby with you.

“What happened to the spot?” You’d asked Wayne, at some point while Maude and Penny were showing Eddie a new dress Maude had made for her.

You were referring to the stain you were sure your water breaking had left—unfortunately, rather bloody as well.

“Maude got rid of it. Took ‘er a couple ‘a days but she managed to scrub it out, ‘s why she couldn’t come see you, reckon she figured you wouldn’t wanna see it.”

The widow from a couple of trailers away—and Wayne’s lady love—was shy as hell, but you were positive you loved her.

You and Eddie made sure to visit your son as often as possible. While Eddie worked, you spent most of your mornings and afternoons at the hospital, learning from the nurses about his improving condition and how to care for him. You’d learned he was fed a couple of special formulas, though they still encouraged you to breastfeed. On day seven of his hospital stay, you got to nurse him for the first time.

It was difficult, he wouldn’t latch properly no matter how hard you or the lactation consultant tried at first. It took him a while to get the hang of it, and it had been mildly uncomfortable for you, but eventually he did start latching. Day eight was spent encouraging him to latch each time. You knew you’d have to feed him those special formulas, but that was the extent of sharing him with a bottle you were willing to go. It was 50/50, and they’d informed you as soon as he caught up in development, and started gaining weight, the need for the formulas would lessen and you wouldn’t have to share him.

GOOD.

On day nine, you and Eddie got to bring him home. It hadn’t been completely planned, Dr. Houseman had suggested it the day prior, hadn’t guaranteed it and hadn’t been expecting you to have a carseat and anything else you might need for the ride home, but when she mentioned that he was good to go—though he’d have to be seen regularly to ensure his heart was in healthy condition and healing—Eddie bolted to retrieve the car seat he’d had waiting for his little dude and came just about running back.

“Don’t look so sour, baby,” He cooed as he tucked his little baby in and secured the harness around him. His son’s face was scrunched up, glaring at Eddie while he buckled him in. Clearly, he wasn’t a fan of the car seat, but he changed his tune when Eddie gently squished his cheeks between his thumb and index finger, the baby immediately relaxed, eyes wide as he stared up at his daddy. Then Eddie was tucking a blanket around him, and lowering the visor to protect him from the cold air.

It was wonderfully symbolic how peaceful the drive home from the hospital with your son had been compared to how chaotic the drive to the hospital, with him, had been.

Wayne, Penny and Maude were waiting for you again. Penny practically attacked Eddie’s legs as soon as he made it through the door with the car seat.

“Whoa, sweet pea! Careful, daddy doesn’t want to step on you.”

“I wanna see ‘em!”

“You will,” You promised as you shut the door behind you. Wayne and Maude were perched on the couch as Eddie placed the car seat down and squatted so he could carefully take the baby out of it. Penny’s energy seemed to disappear, she was stock still, watching as Eddie lifted the visor, removed the blanket, unbuckled the baby and finally pulled him out.

Maude’s reaction was instant, sounds of adoration slipping past her lips as the baby scrunched his back while Eddie lifted him, tiny arms pulling up near his head.

Wayne laughed, relieved to see the baby looked nothing like he had when he’d first seen him. In fact, if he didn’t know better he’d think Eddie brought home the wrong one.

“You wanna hold him?”

“Bring ‘im ‘ere.” Wayne held his hands out and Eddie carefully placed his newborn son in them.

“Well, ‘yer in better shape, ain’t you?” He commented down at the little guy. As soon as those eyes were on him, he knew there had been no baby mix up. He was Eddie’s kid.

“‘Shoot, another one with ‘yer eyes?” Wayne chuckled and Eddie’s chest puffed with pride. His next joke was directed towards you, “He’s lookin’ like Penny did when she was a baby, you sure you ain’t a copy machine?”

“Not anymore,” You scoffed, smiling at the sight as you leaned into Eddie’s side. He slipped an arm around your shoulders, hand moving to the side of your head as he pulled you even closer to kiss.

“He’s a cute lil’ fella. What’s his name?”

Eddie smirked against the top of your head before he answered him, “Wayne.”

“Hmn?” Then, without looking up from that little face, Wayne figured Eddie hadn’t heard him and was asking him to repeat himself. “‘Said what’s his name?”

“I heard you, his name is Wayne.”

Wayne looked up at the two of you then, eyes wide and unbelieving.

“Wha—?”

“His full name is Wayne Edward Munson,” you had to make sure they knew Eddie compromised and was willing to allow you to use his name as his son’s middle name, the smile on your face was smug. “Wayne.”

Wayne cleared his throat, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

“‘S really…” He trailed off, throat thick as he swallowed, head nodding a couple of times.

“I didn’t always imagine myself as a family man growing up,” Eddie confessed, “but when I did, I imagined having these crazy, weirdo kids who I’d love and who would love me back. Teach them to play the guitar, how to appreciate good music, play Dungeons and Dragons with. Was already afraid I’d mess up, though. And they’d stop loving me.

“When we had Penny and she,” Eddie pressed another kiss to your head, “suggested we name her after my mom, I thought it was perfect. Naming the baby I was afraid would one day stop loving me after someone who never did was perfect to me. I was struggling real hard on names for him, didn’t think Edward was worthy of him. Then he looked at me. In that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved him. I couldn't help but wonder if that was how you felt when you saw me.”

Eddie wasn’t the insecure kid he used to be—well, not as insecure. He’d been unsure of it at the start of his stay with Wayne, the older Munson was never very vocal with his emotions, though he had on occasion told Eddie he loved him. It wasn’t a machismo thing, Eddie was sure Wayne just didn’t know how to express emotions. It was how he’d been raised. Regardless, Eddie knew Wayne loved him.

Loved him when he was a baby, born from the woman he loved and not even his own son. Loved him when he saw him sporadically throughout his early life. Loved him enough to try and fight to keep him when his mom died, though the law gave him back to his dad. Loved him when a social worker showed up on his doorstep with him in tow, a broken shell of a boy. Loved him in those few awkward first interactions as they learned how to be around each other again. Loved him when he started getting in trouble, when police officers started escorting him home, when he’d had to pick him up from the police station, when he knew he was selling things and partaking in a business Wayne didn’t particularly approve of, loved him through it all. By blood, he might have been an uncle. By all other means, that man was his father. And his name was the only name worthy of his son. No rock star could compete.

“So, we named him after the other person in my life who never stopped loving me.”

Eddie could see the shine on Wayne’s eyes as his mouth set in a firm line.

Finally, Wayne managed to rasp out, “‘Ye’ah, you’re right. Not for one secon’.”

Not for once second had he stopped loving his boy.

Wayne looked down at little Wayne, whose stare was no longer scrutinizing, “You got ‘yerself a good pair ‘a parents. ‘Couldn’ta asked to be born in a better family.”

“Uhm, ‘scuse me, I fuwwot his name. What’s he called?”

“Wayne, baby.” Eddie chuckled and Penny leaned against Maude’s legs, craning forward to get a good look at her brother.

“Waynie. I like it! Can I put ‘em in my stoller now?”

“No, Penny.”

After the flood of emotions that your living room became that morning, Wayne and Maude had stuck around for a couple of hours before they said goodbye to Penny and baby Wayne and made their way home. So, about a three minute walk, tops.

You settled onto the couch, next to Eddie who had Penny curled on his lap, with baby Wayne, ready to nurse him as Eddie searched for something to watch. You’d just gotten Wayne to latch when Eddie made a pleased sound and you glanced up to find out what had amused him.

On the tv was an episode of Saturday Night Live, specifically the beginnings of one of Mike Myers’ most popular sketches as Eddie’s favorite character from the show.

“Just in time,” At the mention of his son’s name on screen, Eddie glanced down at the baby attached to your boob, whose gaze flickered to the side to meet his as if he was aware of gaining his dad’s attention.

The corners of Eddie’s lips twitched as his big eyes stared at him, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Welcome to Wayne’s World.”

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kolyasangel · 6 months ago

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oh baby!

synopsis: you have baby fever and nikolai is intrigued...

content: fem!reader, husband!nikolai, fluff, suggestive ending

You don't even know how you got here. You were currently clothes shopping with Nikolai, but you somehow wandered into the baby's clothing section, looking at the small garments.

"There you are. I've been looking for you." Your husband's voice called for you. It didn't take long for him to find you, so he must've already been nearby. You saw he was holding some things, a few plain shirts and a jacket with a black and white checkered pattern draped over his arm. He noticed the jacket caught your eye, so he held it up for you to see and get your opinion on what you thought about it.

"Do you like it? I saw it and I thought it would suit me, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I do! You know, you really own black and white." You chuckled. Nikolai smiled contently and placed the jacket over his arm again before taking the shopping bags you were holding, wanting to hold them for you. His eyes shifted, suddenly aware of his surroundings.

"Sooo, what are you doing here? Do you have something to tell me?" He nudged your shoulder with his elbow.

"No! I'm just- just.. looking around.." You quickly responded, realizing what he meant by his question.

"Looking around? I don't think these clothes will fit you, dove." He playfully teased as he picked up a baby outfit before placing it back on the rack. You didn't miss the slight smile on his face while he looked at the tiny outfit.

As you two left the baby section, you continued to browse leisurely around different shops with Nikolai, hand holding onto his bicep. This surprised him because you usually didn't like showing such affection in public, but he didn't mind at all, of course. In fact, he loved it, but he couldn't help but notice you were being more clingy than usual.

You've already envisioned countless heartwarming scenarios of Nikolai embracing fatherhood. One in particular was your favorite to imagine, a disheveled and sleep-deprived Nikolai tenderly feeding his newborn from a bottle, the baby's tiny hand holding his finger. Others consisted of him buckling up the child in their car seat, dropping them off on the first day of school, making them laugh uncontrollably by smothering their little face in smooches, and many more. You imagined who your child would look like more, maybe Nikolai. The possibility of them inheriting his beautiful eyes filled your heart with immense happiness.

It's not like you didn't want to tell him, but the uncertainty of what he might say kept you on edge, even if you didn't know for sure. What if he doesn't even want kids? What if he says no? You knew you would have to tell him sooner or later though, since it wasn't like he could read your mind. The last time you even remembered Nikolai ever mentioning or interacting with kids was when he said babies look 'squishy' after an encounter in the grocery store where one kept staring and smiling at him in an aisle. You swore you felt the eggs shoot out of your ovaries as you watched that scene unfold. Something about him with a child just looked so right.

Nikolai wasn't clueless. He had already picked up the hints a while ago and realized that you might be contemplating starting a family, but he still wanted to hear the words directly from your mouth. The idea of starting a family excited him, yet it also made him nervous. While he would be more than happy to have children with you, doubts plagued his mind as he feared he wouldn't be a good enough father. Nevertheless, he would be lying if he said he'd never thought about it before. He would be lying if he said a warm feeling didn't grow in his chest whenever he heard you talk fondly about children.

Later that evening, Nikolai suggested he try some of the new clothing he bought in front of you. You agreed and lay on the bed, watching as he removed his shirt each time, leaving him shirtless and just in sweatpants for a short moment before he tried on the next one. You've seen him shirtless many times, but each time left you absolutely breathless.

He tried on the last shirt, and you gulped as it just had to do him so much justice. It was more form-fitting than the previous ones he tried on, his fingers running over the outline of his toned muscles visible through the fabric.

"I think I should only wear this one in front of you," he laughed as he winked at you flirtatiously before sliding the shirt off, leaving him shirtless once again. This time, it would stay that way. He then removed his hair tie and started to unbraid his hair, catching your gaze and offering a teasing smirk. It took everything in you to not push him down on the bed and-

"You like looking at me, don't you?" He raised his arms above his head, clearly wanting to show off his body for you. It almost seemed like he was doing it on purpose, ravishing your thirst for him.

"I'm sorry.." You don't know what you were apologizing for, your mind scrambled at this point.

"For what, dear? Don't be, you can stare all you want! It's all yours anyway." Nikolai seemed confused at your apology, so he swept some hair behind your ear to get a better look at you.

You stayed quiet, contemplating bringing up the topic now or later, now that you felt hot and bothered by his little show.

"What's wrong, dove? You seem to be lost in thought lately," he asked as he joined you in bed.

"I'm just.. thinking about something." You said.

He noticed your nervous demeanor and tilted your chin with his fingers to make you look at him. "Why've you been so shy with me, hm? You can tell me anything, you know I'll never get mad or judge you," he stroked your cheek gently before his hand trailed down to hold yours.

That's right. You always told Nikolai about anything and everything, so why was this any different? No matter what it was you talked to him about, he always made you feel heard. It was only a question after all, so you decided to just let it go and finally tell him.

"Kolya, what do you think about having kids?"

"Oh my! I knew it." He giggled before patting your cheek, amused at your question. You didn't know what kind of reaction you expected from him, but it certainly wasn't this.

"What do you mean?"

"You think I haven't caught onto your hints? You haven't been so discreet with your actions, sweetheart."

You felt a warm flush of embarrassment creeping up your face as you nervously fiddled with your fingers. It felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off your shoulders. He already knows.

"I know it's a major decision, but I feel ready.. and it's okay if you're not yet, I just thought I should let you know," you stammer.

He reached out and planted a soft kiss on your nose before speaking. "Well, I have thought about it before. Honestly, I don't know how great of a father I would be, but the thought of having a mini version of you running around the house sounds like a dream come true."

You felt a pang in your heart as you heard him speak ill of himself falling short of being a good father. The sad look on his face was discernable, it was the same one he had whenever he thought about the horrible actions committed in the past. It still made him shiver at times, regret consuming his mind whenever he sat on the thought for too long before you recognized his despair, rushing to comfort him.

"Nikolai, I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You're not who you used to be."

It was only natural for him to have worries due to his past, but the mere fact that he cared how he may affect you and his future children indicated that he was a changed man, so you made that point very clear to him.

He smiled at your comment and you felt a surge of emotions as he continued, "When I was younger, I never imagined myself getting married, but now I can't imagine having a family unless it's with you."

"Kolya, that's so sweet. I know this is new for the both of us but we'll work through this together. You're already an amazing husband so I have no doubt that you'll be the best father!" You expressed, gently squeezing his hand. A faint rosy hue dusted his cheeks, flustered by your praise.

"Thank you, dove.. and you're going to be such a wonderful mommy." He sighed as he mused about you being a mother to his children. So gentle, so caring, you would just be perfect. He could already see himself peppering your belly with kisses, blabbering on and on to his unborn child about frivolous things. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't wait.

"What if I wake up in the middle of the night asking you for pickles and ice cream?"

Your adorable question caught him off guard, making him laugh. He imagined the scene happening in his head, and it was too cute for words.

Nikolai wakes up groggily as he feels you shaking his arm, wanting him to fulfill your request. "Kolyaaa.. I'm hungry and I need pickles with ice cream please.."

"Even if you do, I wouldn't mind at all, darling! If you want to eat ice cream with pickles or any other strange combination, then I'll gladly get it for you. I'll even try them with you."

Your eyes glimmered at his sweet response and trailed down to his chest, fingers running across his abs. You were overcome with so much love for him that you felt you couldn't wait any longer, and it seemed like Nikolai could tell.

"Kolya.."

"Hm?"

"I want to make cute chubby babies with you." You pleaded with cute eyes.

"Yeah? Right now?" He asked as he pulled you closer to him, finger hooking onto the strap of your tank top, sliding it off slowly before placing soft kisses on your shoulder. "How many?"

"Mm, one? No, two.."

"How about ten?"

"N-No! Too many."

He snickered and pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

"Well then, we better get started if we wanna make those cute babies~"

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artssslut2 · 4 months ago

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Pregnant With Patrick’s Baby: Head-cons

Patrick does not get enough fluff

- You and Patrick were pretty young when you got pregnant

- You weren’t on birth control because you didn’t like how it made you feel, usually Patrick used a condom. But this time was different.

- “Let’s not use it.”

- “Pat cmon”

- “No I mean it, let’s just see what happens. I love you.”

- “We’re young Patrick” you reminded him

- “There aren’t any rules my love. I want a baby with you I’m serious.” He told you. You didn’t know what came over you but you agreed. And low and behold a few weeks later you found out that you were pregnant.

- Patrick was over the moon. He had never loved anyone like he loved you, and now you had created another person together. You were nervous but just as happy as he was.

- Patrick wasn’t naturally a very caring person. This all changed when he saw you go through morning sickness. He was there every morning with you through it all.

- Patrick told everyone right away. You had never seen him so happy. He would bring it up every chance he got, in interviews, with friends, on social media. He wanted everyone to know.

- You had never seen Patrick as emotion as he was the day he saw the ultrasound for the first time.

- “Jesus what are you doing to me.” He cried into your arms from peer joy.

- “I never knew you were such a softie” you teased

- Patrick was on a winning streak since you became pregnant. He wanted to make his little family proud.

- Patrick would drop anything and everything the second you needed something. Even if it was something stupid like ice cream.

- He couldn’t take his hands off of your bump. He loved feeling his baby kick and squirm around inside of you. He would talk to it all the time too.

- If you couldn’t sleep he would stay up too. He would bring you your favorite foods and talk to the baby to get it to calm down.

- You both decided to wait and be surprised with the gender of the baby. Although you were both 99% sure it was a boy. Patrick even referred to the baby as a him. You told him not to just in case but he was positive.

- Patrick picked out the name “Sam” after his favorite tennis player Pete Sampras. With the middle name Arthur after his best friend. You agreed because you just couldn’t say no to this man.

- Patrick got so many baby tennis things, like a mini Racket and net. Little tennis shoes and a sweatband, it was adorable.

- It seemed like your baby was kicking nonstop. Patrick would always say “he’s just practicing his footwork”

- When the day finally came and you went into labor he was ready. He had the bag in the car for weeks now. He wasn’t panicked at all like you thought he’d be. Then again he never panicked about anything.

- This man was by your side through it all. Got you ice chips, walked around with you, let you crush his hands. The doctors made you bounce on a yoga ball to move things along. You did not want to, you were tired and felt stupid. Patrick asked them to bring another one in and bounced with you the whole time.

- The labor had taken a very long time, you told Patrick to try and get some sleep. He refused, he was going to stay up with you for as long as it took.

- When the baby was born, to everyone’s surprise it was a little girl. A tiny little girl with Patrick’s big round ears that seemed bigger than her. It was adorable.

- Patrick was in shock. He had a daughter and not a son. You tried getting his attention but he seemed to be in a trance. You were worried he was upset that it wasn’t a boy.

- “Babe? Are you upset?” You asked with a crying baby on your chest,

- “What? How could I be upset? We have a little girl.” He said with a tear coming from his eye. You sighed with relief as Patrick wrapped his arms carefully around you.

- Patrick didn’t want to ever let go of his baby girl. The sight of him doing skin on skin with the newborn was precious.

- “We could still name her Sam you know.” You told him while sitting next to him on the hospital bed. He looked down at her in his arms.

- “No, she should have a different one that’s just for her.” He decided kissing her tiny head.

- He still wanted to name her after a tennis player. So he suggested “Billie” after Billie Jean King. The name fit right away. It felt right when you looked at her and said “Billie”. you were in love with your little family

- And patrick definitely nailed the hot dad walk out of the hospital.

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tobifuyu · 1 year ago

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I just want a baby with the right one

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

cw: domestic and tooth-rotting fluff, ran being a sappy dad, talks of pregnancy and marriage.

wc: 1,5k

a/n: this is the first part of a longer oneshot with more angst and (ofc) smut that I’m gonna post soon enough. enjoy the short fluff for the time being. I –technically– don’t like kids but I get such baby fever when I see happy families so this is me wishing I could have a partner as perfect as ran!

Stepping foot into a silent home usually meant Ran was asleep somewhere.

After removing your shoes and dropping your bag on the kitchen island, your hunch was confirmed to be right when you found his big body sprawled on your shared bed.

The image is nothing out of the ordinary for you, your sleepy husband can’t go much without his needed rest, especially without you around to keep him company.

Whether now, or five years prior, everything would still look the same: messy purple hair sparse against the white bedding, rosy lips parted as he takes deep breaths, and tattooed chest going up and down as he does.

There is only one stark difference, something that makes your lips curl in a soft smile as you take in the scene.

His arms are bent, creating a makeshift safety harness for the little body that is resting in the middle of his naked chest.

As you carefully and silently approach the bed, you start glimpsing the little face of the angel that your husband is embracing.

Her rosy cheeks resemble that of her father, and you fight the urge to grace them with a kiss in fear of waking her up.

For a moment, you think back to the phone in your purse and curse yourself for not taking it out sooner, wanting to take a picture of the sweet moment, but in the end deciding against going all the way to the kitchen just to come back to either of them having moved.

Ran blinks at you as the mattress dips under your weight. You gather he was just resting his eyes, clever and responsible enough not to fall asleep while holding his newborn daughter.

He raises one finger to his lips to gesture at you to remain silent, but you can’t contain your giggle as you’re filled with a bubbling sense of joy. Part of it is to be blamed on the few drinks you had catching up with your friends, but mostly it has grown inside of you while watching Ran gently rub your daughter’s back.

He rolls his eyes but can’t hide a grin at your behavior, and you bend down to kiss it away with a quick but sweet peck, “Thank you for looking after her.”

“You don’t have to thank me for being with my daughter. I’m her dad y’know?”

“‘course I know, baby. I was there when we made her,” another giggle, Ran has to fight the urge to shut you up with loads of kisses, but you both know he can’t move too much in this position.

So you lay by his side, head resting on his shoulder as you cast your glance towards the sleeping baby.

You can feel your heart clenching, every moment you’re not by her side is like torture. You enjoyed going out alone for once, but you missed the two of them like crazy and spent the whole night pestering your friends about it.

“Can’t believe she’s turning one month old tomorrow,” you whisper, hand raised to gently stroke at her scrunched-up forehead.

“Time goes by so fast,” the breath Ran takes fills his lungs so much you see your little one raising up and down.

“It’s okay, baby, one month is not the end of the world.” You’re trying to rationalize it for the sake of both of you, but you know how emotional your husband gets with these types of things.

The passing of time has never been something he particularly enjoys, not only dreading his getting older but also his brother’s. You recall watching him mop around the day before every single one of Rindou’s birthdays (he raised the boy, after all). So you already knew things would only get worse when it came to his own kid.

“Next thing you know she’s gonna turn twenty and walk out of the house with a partner who probably has one of those dumb jobs like influencers.”

“Hate the game, not the player. You’re a club owner, you literally make money off of ‘em.” You bop his nose with the tip of your finger and his neck muscles strain as he raises his head from the pillow while trying to bite at it.

“That’s why I’m saying it’s stupid,” he pouts. You swear, he’s become such a dad.

But you remember how scared he was when you first found out you were pregnant. You both were.

You didn’t plan for kids. Yeah, Ran had always dreamed of building a family of his own, but he had agreed with you that if you never felt ready, it would be okay.

The two of you were a family already, with Rindou popping by from time to time, and plans of getting a dog if you ever felt like shaking things up.

You were doing okay. Then it happened.

Both of you had always been so careful, so you reasoned that it was just meant to be.

Ran was scared of becoming a dad. He spent his early life taking care of Rindou, and he was fulfilled enough to just enjoy his adult years being with his wife. Traveling, clubbing, lazing in bed. The two of you only cared for one another and it was more than he thought he would ever get in life.

Ran’s pure excitement took over his fear pretty quickly, but he held it in for some time because he could tell how much more shaken up you were by the news.

You were not ready to become a mother, you didn’t think you had it in you. You could barely take care of yourself, how would you help in raising a baby? And it’s not like you could leave the job to Ran, he already had to deal with it alone once, you wouldn’t do such a thing to him again.

It took you some days to make your decision and come to peace with it, days where you closed up to Ran and laid alone in bed, thinking about how your body would change, how much pain you would have to endure, all the sacrifices and scary aspects of pregnancy and ultimately raising a human life.

Ran had come back from work one day and found you in the kitchen baking a cake, or rather trying to. Your cheeks were dusted with flour, and you were dipping a finger in the bowl filled with custard.

“Taste test?” He had asked with a raised brow while removing his coat and shoes at the door.

“Mh, I think our baby likes this one.”

“Do they now? Are you already blaming them for your cravings?” With lips curved in a smile, he had approached you slowly, holding out his arms as you sank into them, head resting on his jacket-covered shoulder.

“I was trying to bake a cake to celebrate our pregnancy. ‘m sorry it took me so long, Ran. I want this baby with you.”

Ran had held you a little tighter at that, softly stroking down the length of your hair while whispering reassuring promises in your ears, tears now wetting both of your faces.

“It’s gonna be okay, my love. As long as we’re together, everything is gonna be alright.”

“As long as we’re with her, everything is gonna be alright.” You repeat his words from then, staring up at his lilac eyes from under your lashes.

He’s already gazing down at you with a look that you know well by now, one that is filled with love and longing. No matter how close you are, Ran always seems to want you even closer.

“I love you, my sweet girl. I love both of you so much. I’m never leaving you, I promise.” He slithers one of his hands under your body, holding the back of your shoulder to keep you pressed against his side, all while softly caressing the skin, copying the movement he was drawing on the smaller back of your sleepy daughter, “Swear on my life.”

A short kiss is left on his collarbone by your lips before you bend down to sweetly press them on top of your daughter’s small head of light hair.

“Now tell me you love us too!” Ran whines and presses the side of his face against yours, squishing your cheeks together as little giggles shake both of your bodies. All the attempts at silencing him are worthless, and you’re forced to give in to his pleading as he starts tickling your side.

“Ran, I love you, baby! And I love our babygirl. I promise, you guys are my whole life.”

All that commotion must’ve finally woken up the tiny girl because the silent room is now filled with laughter and the cries of a baby that would’ve once annoyed you, but now sound like music to your ears.

In that moment you realize that your words aren’t just mindless and sweet-coated, a life without either one of them truly wouldn’t be worth living. And you decide to not give up your family for anything in the world.

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saintwyfe · 2 years ago

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࿐ ˚ . ✦ BABY FEVER. jude bellingham

summary. you and jude visit your sister who recently had a baby, and he (unsurprisingly) is more excited than you to meet the newborn.

cw. just fluff

word count. 1008

it was a foggy morning. you and jude were on your way to visit your sister who recently gave birth to your first niece. naturally, you were very excited. seeing her on facetime would make you giddy. since the beginning of the road trip, you’ve been thinking of the countless things you’d do with your new niece while staying over.

the entire car ride, you and your boyfriend had been talking about life concerns—work, friendships, and, of course, how you two would react to the new baby. you were teasing him, claiming that he’d be more excited than you would be. and to be honest, seeing the way he’d immediately become infatuated when around his teammates’ kids made you melt inside—like, to the point of considering having children this young.

“you seriously think i’ll be more excited than you?! that’s your niece, for god’s sake!” jude exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief, as his hands brushed the leather of the wheel.

you knew you were going to be in love with the new addition to your family, but you always loved bantering with jude about things like these, knowing how irritated and unsure he’d be.

you chuckled, looking over at the distraught boy. “nah, i see how you get all cheery when you’re around kids. there’s no denying it, darling.”

“well, that’s different. especially cause this is your niece we’re talking about, y/n,” he ranted, darting a quick glare at you before returning his gaze back to the road.

you fixed your posture towards him, resting your elbow on the armrest, glancing at him. “well,” you paused, “you wanna bet?”

“what? that’s so stupid, babe.” he scoffed. his shoulders stiffened a little while replying to your hypothetical question. “jude, just say that you’ll love her more than me. i won’t be hurt.” he rolled his eyes as you continued to tease him.

“whatever, we’ll be there in somewhere around 15 minutes, so we’ll really see who’ll be more excited,” he sassed, shaking his head. you giggled before digressing into another random topic.

finally, you pulled into the driveway of your sister's home. you were ecstatic, immediately jumping out of the car and popping the trunk to grab your bags, as you were going to be staying for a few days. “what’s taking you so long, grandpa?” you yelled at jude, who was taking his sweet time to leave the car for whatever reason. his shoes shuffled as he lazily walked toward the back to collect the rest of the luggage. sure, he just drove 3 hours straight, but he just wasn’t walking quickly enough for your pace. he shot you a glare before grabbing some of the bags left in the car.

you dropped the luggage on the porch before firmly knocking on the door, which quickly opened, revealing your sister’s warm smile. you immediately greeted her, pulling her in for a tight hug before jude approached the two of you.

you and jude stepped into the foyer with your bags. you immediately took a deep inhale of the new environment, which is routine, of course. “i’m sure you want to see the baby already,” your sister paused, turning around “come follow me,” she signaled as she walked up the stairs. you glanced over at jude, eager to see the newborn. he exchanged your excitement, beaming at you.

“and here she is,” your sister opened the door, revealing a dainty nursery. you wobbled toward the crib, softening when facing the sleeping bundle of joy. you turned over at her, covering your mouth out of pure shock and admiration. she nodded, walking towards you. “you can hold her, just be gentle,” she whispered as you silently scooped your niece.

“she’s beautiful,” you murmured before bouncing the baby. looking at the faint face made your stomach coil. you were internally screaming out of joy.

“i should probably go heat up her milk before she wakes up,” your sister spoke, breaking the silence, “i’ll leave you two alone for a sec, i’ll be back soon,” she said before the door clicked shut.

“isn’t she pretty?” you whispered, following a nod from jude.

"would you like to hold her, my love?" you paused before extending your arms slightly. he carefully held the baby from your arms without reluctance. his pretty, puppy dog eyes seemed so fascinated with the newborn in his arms. you watched as a faint smile spread on his face. it was impossible not to melt when you saw the two of them together.

“aren’t you the cutest baby ever?” he whispered. he looked back up at you, mouthing what seemed to be ‘i can’t,’ causing you to giggle. you scooted closer to the two before caressing the baby's chubby cheeks. the baby briefly yawned, causing you two to gasp from the cuteness.

after having dinner with your sister and brother-in-law, you were chatting with your boyfriend on the bed about casual topics, but you couldn’t help but notice the number of times he’d bring up how adorable the baby was, or how he’d immediately jump when the baby would cry.

“jude, you really talk about that baby more than me,” you exclaimed.

“y/n, i can’t help it. she’s so adorable,” he winced, hiding in his hands. “see—this was exactly what i was talking about in the car and you denied every one of my words. you’re so predictable.” you sighed, glancing at the cheesing boy.

he shrugged following your declarative. “you know—” he muttered with a suggestive tone.

“jude if you’re gonna say anything about us having a baby, i’m gonna shut you down. we’re teenagers, in case you forgot,” you interrupted.

“you know me so well,” he clicked his tongue, before glancing at the clock. “but, can we go back to see the baby before she falls asleep?” he squeaked, turning toward you with doe eyes.

“you’re so annoying,” you huffed before rolling off of the bed, where he immediately followed, chuckling. “you love me, though,” he whispered in your ear as you immediately shook your head.

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trentlife · 1 year ago

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OUR SPECIAL TIME - P1

requested ✔️

summary: you and trent hardly get alone time anymore with now having a newborn baby, and also with his busy schedule, he tells you how much he misses it, until one day, you are finally able to have your time together.

authors note: im loving that your all loving dad trent! probably my favourite thing to write, decided to make this a mini series, enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, adult language, smut

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the day was nearly finally over, 8pm had just hit and all you were waiting for now, was to finally see your boyfriend, after his 10 days away in germany with his club.

your baby was fast asleep, you were all pampered, in your pyjamas, waiting patiently. you got yourself up off the couch and went into the kitchen to make your boyfriend his dinner for when he got home.

spaghetti carbonara, his favourite. you made the sauce just the way he liked it, and had the pasta boiling until it was ready, and you dished it all up.

that was until you heard the key go in the door, and a huge smile appeared on your face, he was finally home.

you speedily walked into the hallway to be greeted to your baby daddy placing his bags down, and spreading his arms for you.

you quickly placed yourself on his chest, and tied your arms around him as he placed a kiss on to your head.

"ive missed you so much" you told him, looking into his eyes.

"ive missed you more, trust me" he looked down at you, pressing his lips onto yours.

you let him take his jacket off and sort him self out and you walked into the kitchen and placed his dinner down onto the table and sat down on the chair next to his, and waited while looking through your phone.

"you actually know me too well, it smells insane" he said to you whilst bringing the plate of food to his nose and licking his lips.

whilst he ate, you both just talked about how his time in germany went and what you both got up to in the time of not seeing each other.

"im taking leo is in bed?" he asked you, and you nodded.

"ive missed him so much yeno, didn't realise how connected i would be to him." you looked at him in utter awe, he was honestly meant to be a dad, how caring he is to his son, he always puts him first in everything he does now days.

"that was lovely, thanks babe" he thanked you giving you a kiss and going to put his plate in the wash.

"im shattered can we go upstairs and chill?" he asked you.

"yeh of course, i was going to do that anyway" you replied to him, switching the lights off and locking all the doors.

you began your way up the stairs with trent following behind you, and of course a slap on your bum from him.

"ive missed that" he said to you smirking.

"good" you told him, making him laugh.

"awh theres my boy!" trent leant over his little sleeping bed, placing a kiss on his face and rubbing his stomach, which made you smile.

you walked over to where he was, and roamed your hands along his chest over his shirt, and lifted his face to meet yours and pulled him into a kiss. it started off slow, until you slipped your tongue inside of his, as his held onto your bum.

he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist and he walked over to the bed, and sat down with you still on his lap.

you moved your fingers through his curls until his hands met the back of your bra and unclipped it. he threw the bra to one side and instantly put your nipple in his mouth, which made you gasp.

he moved you to underneath him and he was now on top of you, as you ripped his top off over his head, and his hands met the waistband of your pyjama shorts, and he slowly slipped them down your legs.

you were now left in your panties, and trent left in his shorts and boxers, until you pulled his shorts off and grabbed him through his shorts as you felt him harden.

it was going so well, until you heard leo starting to cry which made you look at the time to see it was feed time.

"fuck sake" you lifted your self up and trent just looked at you, looking rather pissed off.

"don't look at me like that, what do you want me to do? not feed him?" you said sounding rather angry.

you walked over and lifted your son carefully and placed him in your arms and kissed his head, and guiding him on to latch on to your breast.

trent was sat on the edge of the bed leaning back on his hands just watching you with your boy, which made you go over and sit in between his legs, and you could still feel him behind you.

he sat up, curling his arms around you naked stomach, watching you feed leo, and kissing your shoulder.

once you were finished, you laid him back down and he went straight back to sleep.

you walked back over to trent and put your arms around his neck, as he was looking rather down, and not as happy as he was before.

"what's up t?" you asked him, rather confused.

"i miss our time y/n, of course i love my son the whole world and he's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but i miss our special time, even if it's just one night that we got to ourselves, that would do." he informed you, and that made you rub his cheek with your thumb.

"i get it trent, i honestly do, and i miss it too, maybe we ask your mum if she can have him tomorrow?" you looked into his eyes, hoping that would of made him a bit better in the situation.

"yeh okay, let's do that, i love you and leo no matter what." he pulled you to his side, and placed your arm over his.

"love you forever, and i can't wait for our special time together, hopefully tomorrow" you winked at him and rested your head on his chest, eventually dozing off to sleep.

the end of part1

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dykeomania · 2 years ago

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𝒎𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔: parenthood (3).

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: parenthood means stress, and endurance, and exhaustion, and learning curves, and ... sometimes, really, really, really good sex?

𝐚/𝐧: this is my Parenthood (Thought) Piece because i understand that i am mentally 30 but i llloooooooooooveeee a good domesticity concept i eat that shit up nnomnomnonmonmnom. i needed to talk about early parenthood with ellie and i needed to talk about some of the ... Alternate Consequences ... of early parenting .. if you will. this was fun. this was also composed between the hours of like, 2-4am. i think it's pretty literate, and kind of alright. you may have a fun time reading it. if you don't, sorry i'll venmo you a dollar. not ssssure if i really have anything else to say, honestly. proofread (at a very early hour, mind you) but i always make mistakes, i'll always edit over time.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i understand these tags are like super weird and i always preface my fics like "fuck around and find out," but just to be clear, this fic does not sexualize children in any way. any way. just to really make that clear. mentions of you and ellie being engaged. joel's technically alive. mentions of children. parental uncertainty. stress. a little bit of sub bottom!ellie. we're dipping our toes in. also dom top!ellie. mentions of oral (both receiving), mentions of vaginal penetration (reader receiving). both ellie and the reader being milfs / ellie thinking its really hot how you are a good mom (there are still so many things in this category that i could've hit that im probably not even thinking of, so if y'all like this and wanna talk about them, Please talk to me) i write in past tense for literally all of it and this is just a me thing, but that's not really my style, so things may be .. off. or maybe it's just me. maybe i'm tripping. we'll see. it's like, 4am. so.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.1k, just about (i did too much).

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you both lived on the farm. it was a quiet, proud little life that you lead. a picturesque actualization of all of the little thoughts and dreams that you and ellie have had about living together, about having a family. though, parenthood was new, and difficult. there were some nights that the baby wouldn't stop crying, and both of you would take turns feeling like shit -- one usually at a grander magnitude than the other -- because neither of you would know what to do. what, am i like, a bad mom? does he hate me? you spent time convincing each other that that is simply not the case, and that this was all part of the process. that you were both new, and learning, and that it's okay.

if you knew nothing else, whether that be due to not having experienced parenthood before or the delirium accompanying the heavy set bags and dark circled ruminating under both of your eyes, then you did know that there were a few things for certain: he will suck his thumb. his cries will turn to wails which will turn to sniffles, which will turn to sighs. he will get tired. he will roll over, and coo, and will go to sleep.... eventually.

granted, while this mentality in general made things easier throughout the early days of raising your newborn son, there was still no doubt that it was.. exhausting. in every way. parenting was a constant learning curve, and it took tolls on both of you in different ways. for ellie, she'd get quiet. snippy, even, and gain a little bit too much audacity at times. a snarky remark or demonstration of blatant impatience towards something minuscule, but still hurtful. her frustration would always point toward some deeper issue that she often struggled met with annoyance first, and words second. one of the first things that ellie learned while parenting was that she was really bad at communicating. she'd find herself throughout the first three, maybe even six months, constantly finding ways to say sorry.. even without saying really having said it. like, slipping into bed when after you'd finally went to sleep, and pressing kisses to your temple. or making sure the dishrack was completely empty, so you'd have one less thing to work about. albeit she struggled to verbally explain that while she understood you were too, she was just.. a little tired.

maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or her willingness to take up most of the tasks that required attention in areas other than just the inside of the home. which.. you did have to admit, were a little bit more intense than cleaning and washing dishes. no one asked her to do all of that. she took it upon herself to do extraneous tasks, like fix the fucking roof, during the peak of summer. and you'd always offer to help, truly. but it was always no, i've got it. you've got other stuff to do. you just go play with him, and i'll be in to take over in a little, okay?

you would, at times, have to sit her down and remind her to take it slow. that the roof isn't really bothering either of you, right now, and it won't until .. october, probably. that it's okay to swap out, if need be. she can do dishes, cook if she wants (burn down the house, if she wants), clean up while you go fix the wiring of the fence, tend to the horses, whatever the fuck she feels the need to do, on top of having to do already.

you would have to remind her, that she just can't do everything all at once. and that's okay. but that's also neither of your faults.

both you and parenthood alike would teach her to .. slow down, take it easy, and to talk.

ellie would have to teach you something similar, believe it or not. your back hurt. your tits wouldn't stop fucking leaking, and ever since you gave birth, you wouldn't stop getting these aching migraines that made your ears ring. you quite literally found yourself bending over backwards, trying to do everything all at once all of the time (sound familiar?), because you knew that it was as much of your job as it was ellie's. you can change the diapers, you can pump the breastmilk, you can clean the house, you can stop him from crying, you can read him books (that he couldn't understand, yet, technically), you could do everything. and theoretically, you could. and you would, until it made you frayed, and unhealthy.

that would be enough to make ellie to step in, put her hand on your shoulder, and advise you in a tone that was about as gentle as it was stern:

hey, let maria take him for a couple of days. you're tense -- i can feel you from across the house.

despite the anxiety and the frustration and the sleep deprivation and the exhaustion, you really would feel grateful to be experiencing this trying time together. there were some patterns characterizing it that were obviously stressful, and anxiety-inducing. but there were some consistencies throughout it that were be sweet, and tender. like, running each other warm baths. sitting – either in the bath, with the other, or on the toilet, or the side of the bath – and talking in low volume, not really out of fear of waking the baby, but just to kind of relish in the pocket of peace that existed between the two of you in that moment. the affection never died between the two of you. you were always snuggling close to each other when it came time for bed. always pressing tender kisses to each other's shoulders, holding each other's hands, circling your thumbs and indexes over each other's engagement rings.

… But!

you know... i'm a whore. so honestly, what really spurred this whole thought, is the fact that .. during parenthood your sex lives would practically be nonexistent. and it's not something that either of you really notice, until one of you explicitly brought it up. raising a child -- especially raising one in an environment that you both worked to keep safe, secured, and comfortable -- is a lot of work.

it wouldn't dawn upon either of you until you both were eating one night at the table - another tradition that you did not forfeit. you managed to dance around the subject due to something entirely tangential, and then it hit you, and you said – out of pure realization, ellie, we haven't had sex in .. like, months.

and just like that, the consequences of at least 98 days of involuntarily celibacy hit you both like a fucking truck.

for you, it came in the form of .. the simple reminder that your soon-to-be-wife is really... really fucking physically flawless. you'd notice this everytime she'd wear short-sleeves, or shirts no sleeves, which was really only.. every once in a while, as jackson got colder, or whenever you both woke up. sometimes you'd find yourself looking at ellie's back profile as she sat upright on the bed, adjacent and turned from you, stretching a big, grand stretch, and you'd feel a specific heat beginning to tickle the insides of your thighs. you found it harder to keep your gazes to yourself as ellie exited the shower, muscles apparent, and glistening. her whole body was littered with scars, and yet she was still so gorgeous. it was hard to believe that even for a second you failed to recall – or be conscious of – the fact that as much of a teddy-bear as she was, you were practically dating a fucking sculpture.

naturally, you would act on your desires first. and frankly, ellie would be so willing to lean into them.

she'd be lying if she said sometimes she didn't wake feeling a bit restless, and like there was only one thing that soothe her. she craved it, sometimes – your hands, on her. all she needed were some quick rubs against her clit and kisses against her skin to motivate her to get out of bed and feed the animals. and she was so, so fortunate to have a fiancée good enough to her to give her just that.

she dared, shame on her, to forget how good you could make her feel. ellie never really let anyone touch her, before she met you. before she met you, she was honestly convinced a lot of the parts "down there" didn't work. she could hardly achieve making herself cum. it’d take so long. ellie hardly masturbated because she’d get impatient in any ordeal that wasn’t some needy, feral 3am occurrence that left her stirring, sweaty, and overwhelmed. it was a lot of buildup for what she saw as, in the end, very little payoff. and as far as other people making her cum went? well, no one had ever gotten that far. frankly, she didn’t think anyone would get that far.

that was until she met you.

it definitely wasn’t easy. there were a lot of tired wrists and upper biceps, and your jaw did get pretty sore. her pussy was gorgeously messy. but her clit liked to hide sometimes underneath the extra skin. when you found it, you learned that it was usually, extremely sensitive. but you told her that that was okay. you could make that work.

you spent a lot of time learning all of the technicalities. what was too much, what wasn’t enough. what to say to her; how fast to rub her.

it paid off, because about a month into dating, you showed her that it — and frankly, anything — was possible. just takes a little bit of time, and patience, kisses and whispers of affirmation how about how good she feels. how good she’s doing. takes some listening, intently, to what she needs. to what her body needs.

can feel you twitching. you want my finger right here?

fuck, yeah. right there. just like that, baby -- please don't fuckin' stop.

and once you got good at it (and you got so fucking good at it), ellie couldn’t get enough. she jokes, regularly, that that’s one of the reasons why she’s going to marry you.

ellie's voice in the mornings would breathless and empty. all bostonian accent, rasp, and nothing else. they were vulnerable. whenever she'd let you between her thighs and you placed those kitten licks across her clit transitioning into these longer, learned drags, her moans would break, like glass. her hips would shuffle. sometimes, you’d have to hold her still.

no no, fucking running. it’s okay. just let me. can you let me? can you let me take care of you, baby?

fuck. yes. yes, yes, fuck. s— sorry just – oh, fuck.

it would mostly just be wake-me-ups. but ellie's back would always be arching by the middle of it. she'd find herself gasping, and sighing, and fucking -- against your tongue, against your finger -- and gripping onto whatever, all while mumbling to gods she didn't believe in.

that feels so, so so fucking – g–good.

so fucking good to me; feels so good, babe, thinki'mgonnacum–

ellie's orgasms hit her the same way every time. hard. ridiculously hard. leaving her breathing heavy, and screwing her eyes shut while she grasped at your hand, or your hair. her thighs would tense -- sometimes scramble -- and then collapse, after a while. she became this perfect amalgamation of tinted cheeks, chapped pink lips, messy brown hair, and sticky skin.

she was such a fucking .. painting. she's so incredible.

the plan, as she wrote it, often was to immediately get out of bed after you made her cum. but oftentimes, she couldn't do anything for the first couple of minutes except lie there, body just a sack of bones and jello. her head would rest instead of pressing into yours, or would nuzzle its way deep into your neck. both occasions a precursor to her finally catching her breath. when she moves her head to kiss you, capturing your lips in something thankful, and sweet, it is almost always grounding for the both of you.

better?

so much better. holy shit, babe.

and that's not to say that ellie would never act on her desires. she was always just a little more calculated.

for ellie, her frustrations would creep up on her in the weirdest ways. it would be.. small things. things that were, actually, probably mutual. watching you wash the dishes, even when you’re not bent in a particularly promiscuous way. watching you cook, even when she wasn't really watching you, 'cause she was keeping the baby busy. but what really did her in was watching how you handled your son. something about seeing you have him on your hip, cooing at him or laughing with him, or playing with him, or smothering his cheek in big kisses that elicited these big, big giggles from him, drove her.. a very, questionable? kind of crazy? it was pure. it was so sweet, and most of the time, it was just that. but you were so, good with him. after so many months, despite all of the struggle, you really did blossom into a beautiful, capable mother, who still held the glow and all of the weight from the pregnancy and just–

ellie would realize how good it all looked on you. she would feel.. really proud.

and it made her feel like you .. deserved something.

you both remember the first night she’d acted on her desires like it was yesterday. it was on the night that you two had hosted a dinner party for all of your mutual close friends and people who you called family. the dinner was a 3-week-long process of grocery picking, tablecloth finding, invitation designing, and recipe collecting. it honestly stressed you out more than it did ellie because, to be honest, she was kind of just there for moral support. it was your idea, after having had maria over for dinner once. and it was a great idea. but it left you drained – defeated from the final week of preparations, which was especially hectic. when you bathed that night, you bathed alone, a little overstimulated from the day. but you’d let ellie run the bath, though. only because she insisted on doing so.

the soak cured some of the ache that settled deep into your joints, muscles, and bones.. but not all of it. after you'd set the tub to drain, brushed your teeth, and wrapped a towel around your body, you entered the room with an expected level of silence. you slathered moisturizer on your face, over your arms, over your stretch marks. when it came time to take off your jewlery, the rings – except the prized one – came off easily. but when it came to your necklace, your hands were simply too slippery. you sucked your teeth. you always did this.

you eventually sighed, filling your lungs to call:

hey, bug. can you come help me take this necklace off, please?

ellie eventually would appear behind you, probably shuffling off of the bed or rounding some corner after changing and becoming into her own definition of comfortable. if she seriously complained, you didn’t hear it. you only felt her, how her hand placed itself on your shoulder just to let you know that she was behind you.

some things never change, move your hair over.

you do as asked, and hang your head. ellie's fingers brush against your skin with a kind of delicacy that makes shivers run down your spine. you lift your eyes, catching ellie's in the mirror before you. yours, heavier than hers.

you watched as she fought a smile, or a smirk. either was a given with her, honestly — in retrospect, it was most likely the latter. you couldn’t really tell, though. she’d dipped her head, eyes fixated on her fingers that fiddled with your necklace clasp.

you did a really nice job on the dinner, tonight.

suddenly, you were the one fighting the smile. you watched her, still.

yeah?

oh, you like.. completely knocked it out of the park. you did great. it was really, really really nice.

you didnt know if ellie was referring to the food, or the setup, or the wine choices – whichever. but something about the appraisal made your head buzz, like you were coming down off a two glasses of champagne (which.. maybe you were). ellie successfully removed your necklace, and yet didn’t back away. instead, she pressed herself closer to your back, and tilted her head so that she could speak just above the top of your ear,

you looked really nice, too.

been waiting for you to settle down, a bit. so i could tell you.

you probably hummed something in response, something that was probably suggestive but also thankful at the same time. it gets lost, though. because ellie bent down, and placed these slow, unassuming, appreciative kisses down your neck, and against the plateau of your shoulder. between those words and the way her hands lingered over your skin, the way she was breathing you in and drinking up the moment, and your scent, made you melt into her way too easily. like butter in a warm pan.

you exhale, like you've been meaning to for .. you don't even know how long.

el..

mhm?

you realize though, that the house is quiet. too quiet. there is a stillness to it that makes the pit of your stomach twist, and anxiety and guilt bubble in the base of it before you could even stop it.

...where's our baby?

you felt ellie grin against your shoulder. she masked it with a peck,

he’s at joel’s.

and then you felt her tongue drag across your skin. a long, open-mouthed kiss across the midpoint of your neck. she presses the padding of her tongue against tender flesh, sucks hard enough for blood to make the skin bloom, and almost -- against your own will -- makes your eyes roll shut.

the simple act -- acts rather, of ellie coordinating behind your back to have the baby taken off your hands (you knew it for a few days – it's always a few days). she thought she was so slick. it was odd, how much relief those three words gave you,

but at the same time, you kind of wanted to be mad at her.

it was hard to, though. but you couldn't think straight, with how her hands were moving over you, over your towel. with her pelvis pressed against your ass, and her lips on your neck.

you tried,

he was fine here. everything was .. fine, ellie.

but she was so..

i never said everything wasn't fine.

i just think... you've had a really long, stressful week.

you hate how your body reacts to ellie's hands smoothing up your towel. your whole body broke out into goosebumps, seemingly trying to fit into the pores of ellie's palm,

and i think i wanna make it better.

ellie's breath was hot on your ear, and you didn’t realize it, but your head was already tilted. your eyes had begun to flutter closed. you felt yourself, almost swaying against her. your mouth hung as her teeth grazed over sensitive flesh. her tongue pressed against familiar spots that had been untouched -- like the rest of you -- for so, so long. it was too activating.

in your best effort of defense, you spun yourself to turn around to face her. ellie’s head was tilted, her eyes were low. her breath spanned over your mouth while your palm laid flat against her chest. you stalled – shivering, shaking, suddenly caught in a rapture of toiling emotion that you hadn't felt that strongly in .. god knows how long.

her head dipped back into your neck. she pressed her cotton-clad hips against your towel-covered ones, and it just wasn’t enough. it was a lot, and yet, not enough.

your hand snaked over the nape of her neck as you breathed against your cheek, whole body feeling heavy and compliant. your knees were jelly. you could feel your clit. pulsing, and pleading. it ached as you feel ellie's hand slip over the backs of your thighs, inching under the cusps of your ass.

you needed something. you needed anything. you like to think that you had no idea what necessity meant before this moment, because you had never felt it so strongly. it knocked the wind out of you, only leading you to ask – to plead, without pleading,

e... ellie?

and she understood.

ellie’s head lifted from the crook of your neck she crashed her lips upon yours. the kiss was heavy, and deep. your knees buckled, and where you swore you may fall, she made sure you didn’t. you were shuddering, a hand suddenly possessive around the back her neck. her hands suddenly possessive and stabilizing with the grips she held on your ass. months worth of unknown tension relinquished itself in the pushes and pulls you demanded from each other's bodies while teeth clattered and bit into chapped flesh, turned glossy. moans and breaths circumvented between the two of you, and suddenly, the whole room felt like it was on fire.

she delivered a verbal command, teeth tugging at your lower lip as she half-way parted from it,

jump.

you’d used whatever remainder of your energy to follow the simple instruction, your legs wrapping around ellie's waist like she was your lifeline. they remained around her as your back fell against the duvet, and as she kissed you so deep, your head ran dizzy and your body was left no choice but to arch into her.

you remember your hand smoothing over her abdomen, and reaching up to grab her chest. you remember sighing into her mouth over the fact that you could. you relished in the moan she released your mouth, and only returned it halfway.

you remember gripping her and massaging her and bucking your bare hips up against her in hopes of making her make that noise again, louder. you remember how she bucked her hips into you in hopes of the same sentiment, her waistband grazing against your bair clit cauisng her to succeed far quicker than you.

the night was filled with mind-blurring, fuck-until-the-sun-rises kind of sex. sex that you had no idea your body had needed until ellie had given it to you. your body reeled with every kiss that she'd placed over your skin – you’d watched as she peeled back your towel, and replaced bits and segments of the fabric with her lips in soft, attentive kisses. it was hard to believe that they would transpire into messy, sloppy things. wet, tantilizing things that would trek down the axis of your body. that would hold your body hostage as her tongue and her lips worked on your clit to bring you closer and closer to your third orgasm of the hour.

your body wasn’t used to it. any of it. it was, however, too used to and hyperaware of having a tiny human in the house that you simply couldn’t wake at this time of night.

you were shuffling, at one point, scrambling to put a hand on your mouth, or to bite your own knuckle. when that didn’t work, you let your head fall over to a pillow while you fucked up against ellie’s tongue and bit the fabric, trying so hard not to moan. but you felt yourself cracking.

you’ll never forget how ellie looked up at you. eyes a deep, pointed shade of green as she shook her head – mouth still attached to your clit – which in and of itself had almost made you cry. when she pulled away, it was the only time you let yourself make a noise. only because the whine that was ripped out of you was entirely unanticipated, just like her action.

her breath rippled over your the nerves as she ran her fingertip up, and down your hole. you whimpered, hips shifting up relfexivley, cunt tightening just from the invitation. nearly gushing from the feeling of her beginning to small rub circles against it, instead.

i’ve missed you so fucking much.

she dipped a finger inside of you with such ease, and no warning. a long, slender digit bottomed out inside your cunt, before she pushed in another, and made your jaw go slack. her eyes hung on yours – glossed over with lust and a bit narrow as a result of the devious smile that’d begun to overtake her expression.

she’d begun pumping her fingers.

he’s not here, baby.

it’s just us.

her fingers were so fucking long, you swore to god, you would never want a life without them in it. couldn’t bear another 3, 4, 5 months without having them in you. jesus fuck.

wanna hear you.

wanna hear you be as loud as you fuckin’ want.

ellie emphasized her words by proceeding to fuck you faster. her tongue latched back onto your clit, rolling over and slurping at the nerves, rolling beads of saliva and your juices into and against the bundle. the sound of your cunt was so encompassing, it was hard to believe that it became the backdrop for the moans that ellie had ripped out of you. that made it into, and mostly out of, the pillow, amidst a sea of praise and bucking hips.

the next morning was luxuriuosly unproductive. ellie had only woke to feed the animals and returned to bed and slept with you until noon. she was always affectionate, come mornings. but especially riding off of the honeymoon buzz of the night prior, she made the morning after memorably tender, often pressing kisses to your forehead, and your shoulder, regardless of how awake both you or she was. she’d whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promises of how much she loved you. how she’s really glad this is how she gets to spend her life, as long as it’s with you. all of the sugary things that eventually caramelize into jokes and giggles and laughter, and that how you’d know it was time to get up.

it’s safe to say that parenthood brought you and ellie both very interesting things. it brought you challenges, and it brought you lows. it brought you highs, and photographs, and moments where you did feel like all of your hard-work was paying off, even when it didn’t seem that way. having a family meant having the opportunity to open your house up to people you who you loved. having a family meant having traditions, and things to fall back on – things that you would develop over time, as you learned more and discovered more of what you wanted. and having a family with ellie meant that you could fall back on each other, no matter how tough things got.

.. it also just meant sometimes having really.. really good sex.

(whenever you remembered that that was something that the two of you could actually do, that is.)

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams smut #joel miller #the last of us smut #literally no one asked for this i just needed this #it's pretty valid i guess #i always notice its so easy to just write thoughts that come to my mind as opposed to like Hovering over one idea for like 2 months #idk that's wild #i feel like i have texts that are literally just written a lot prettier but like #i like the vibe setup #i just can’t reread it anymore or else i get really like critical and for good reason but bleh #actually no (10am mia speaking)#this is probably like fine im gonna give myself the benefit of the doubt #i Finished it which was Good i'm gonna pat myself on the back #good job mia!!!!!

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Chapter 5: High & Lows

A little update for you guys. Would love to hear your thoughts. All the love, Mar 🤍

April 14, 2022 – May 13, 2022: Month Five

April 15, 2022

Indio, California. 2:45 AM

I opened my eyes and sat up a little trying to understand where I currently was. The forest was dark, and not a single stream of light could be seen for miles and miles; all of a sudden, I had the urge to stand up and run, so I did. My heart was beating at about three thousand beats per minute as a ran, but whereto? I had no idea. I just knew I needed to find someone.

I continued to run for a little before I started screaming for help, yet the only thing I could hear was the echo of my voice until there was another sound that made me stop in my tracks; a cry, to be more specific the cry of a newborn baby, my newborn baby.

My motherly instincts took over and I started running again as fast as my legs would let me get to my baby, tears were running down my face and I realized that the faster I ran the more the trees started growing and the path was closing on me. Shit, this was not good.

I started to panic but was able to breathe better when I landed in a clearing, I let my hands rest on my knees while I took some deep breaths before my baby started crying again; I stood up straighter and started trying to figure out where the cry was coming from until I realized it was coming from everywhere at once.

And as I heard the cries get louder, the threes started closing up on me, I fell to my knees and continued to cry for help while I felt the air leave my lungs until-

“Baby!”, I gasped and sat up, out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry next to me, but before he could speak up I jumped out of bed and made my way to Pippa’s nursery; as soon as I opened the door and peaked into the crib, relief washed all over me, I made my way to the closet and slid down to the floor where I let out a muffled cry.

I could hear him come into the room and kneel before me, he ran his hands down my hair while I cried and tried to control my breathing, it was all a dream, Pippa was safe here with me, everything was okay, or was it? After a few moments, I turned to see Harry, worry written all over his face while he continued to run his hands down my hair and arms.

“Hey, everything is okay, you are safe baby”, I nodded and turned to kiss his hand; he smiled a little and stood up, he then offered me his hand so that I could stand up too, once we did, he kissed my temple while we made our way out of the nursery but not before I made sure to see Pippa once more before leaving.

“Want some tea?”, I nodded, he squeezed my hand, and we started making our way downstairs, once in the kitchen I sat down and he plugged in the electric kettle, plugged it in, and came to stand beside me.

He kissed my temple a few times and I reached around his waist in a hug; a few moments later the kettle started whistling and we broke apart while he poured the hot water into the two mugs waiting with their tea bag to be seeped.

Once he settled the mug in front of me, I started stirring it, I knew he was watching me, but I didn’t know if I was ready to speak yet. As if he was able to read my mind, he cleared his throat and quietly spoke, “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’m here for you”.

I nodded and sniffled, once the tea sufficiently seeped, I took it out of the mug, took a sip, and placed it back down, my heart had slowed down and my breaths had settled, I cleared my throat and shakily whispered, “I had a nightmare, I was running through a forest and I could hear a baby crying but I couldn’t find them, so I was overcome with a panic attack and the trees started closing in on me”.

He squeezed my hand, which I don’t remember him grabbing, and kissed it three times, “Baby, she’s okay; she’s safe and she’s sleeping so close to us, yeah?”, I nodded, but there was still something bothering me, I squeezed his hand back, “Uhm, it wasn’t- it wasn’t Pippa crying; it was another cry, but I just knew it was my baby’s cry”.

He furrowed his brows in deep thought and before I could think it through, I blurted out, “I took a pregnancy test today”, I turned to look at him. His face had paled significantly, and his mouth was opening and closing trying so hard not to freak out, I spoke up to help him stop, “It was negative”.

He nodded and let out the breath he had been holding and reached for his tea and took a really big sip, once the cup was back on the table, he looked at me again, “What happened? How did you end up taking a test?”, I sighed, “It was all Glenne’s fault”, he chuckled and smiled, “What did GG do?”, I smiled a little and took the last sip of my tea before continuing with my story.

“The other day when she and Sarah came over, we were lounging near the pool, and she got the idea to make the stupid TikTok trend titled ‘Pregnancy Roulette’, which as the name entitles, we took a pregnancy test and then mixed them, so we didn’t know who took it and one of the tests came back positive.”

He nodded and took a sip of his tea and squeezed my hand, while I continued telling him what happened, “We were all so freaked out, Glenne and Jeff are still working out when they will have a baby, Sarah and Mitch decided to wait because of the tour, so deep down I wondered if it could be mine”.

“We asked Lucy if she could buy some tests for us and we took them again, and the three tests were negative”, I sighed, “We were relieved, but honestly and deep down, I was a little sad”, he kissed my temple, “Baby…”, I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a half smile, “Is it weird?”

He shook his head, “Not at all, is that what triggered your nightmare?”, I sniffled and nodded, “Yes, I don’t know, I’m happy H, I am really happy with our little family, and I don’t want for you to think that I am ungrateful for everything, but I’m not going to lie and say that the possibility of us having another baby didn’t excite me you know?”

Before he could speak up, there was a cry from the monitor, while he finished cleaning, I went into the nursery where Pippa was crying, “Oh baby come here”, I picked her up and kissed her cheeks, she then settled her head on my shoulder, we settled in the rocking chair, and I started feeding her while I pushed the chair.

He came in a few moments later and sat on the floor beside my legs, once Pippa finished eating I started burping her, Harry cleared his throat and spoke up, “My head has been all over the place since you told me about you taking the test, and just like you, I got a little excited”, we both chuckled a little, “But I feel like we need to work on some things before we think of having another baby don’t you?”

I nodded and kissed Pippa’s temple, “I know, and we also have a little one to spoil rotten huh?”, while he helped me pick up around the nursery a little, I burped changed, and got Pippa asleep again, we made sure the monitor was on and we left her nursery.

Once back in bed I cleared my throat, “Can we talk?”, he nodded and sat beside me, holding my hand, and started running his fingers down mine, which reassured me so much and I started talking, “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you as soon as you got home”, he furrowed his brows, “Baby, no, please don’t say that.”

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, where he placed a kiss and then continued to talk, “It is no secret that I want to have more babies with you, heck I would love for us to have about ten you know?”, I chuckled, “but I think that we should maybe focus on us before thinking of any other baby hm? I don’t know, maybe get married?”

I pulled back a little with a surprised look, “You want to get married to me?”, he smiled and ran a hand down my face, “I would get married to you right now, in our pajamas, but I know that if we did, Miss Anne Twist would kill us, but before she does, Gemma Styles would make sure she gets custody of Pippa.”

I smiled and he kissed my lips before whispering against them, “We have a whole life in front of us, and I really cannot wait to live it with you and Pip and any other baby we welcome into our family”, I smiled and whispered, “I cannot wait either baby.”

April 15, 2022

Harry. Indio, California. 7:30 P.M.

I was shaking so badly; I couldn’t believe the day was finally here. It had been months of negotiations, doubts, rehearsals, and a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, but Coachella was here. However, there was a part of me missing; Pip had started getting sick again so we both decided that they both should stay back and let Pip rest, which involved a ton of tears from Y/N and a huge willpower from me not to cry in front of her.

After an emotional goodbye and a promise to call them once I was ready, I left the house and arrived at the festival, we had lunch, and we were now finishing getting ready to hit the stage. Ayae and Lamby had just finished getting me ready and left the camper so I could call Y/N and show her my outfit. I furrowed my brows when the Facetime call was sent to voicemail and tried again with no luck.

Before I could press her name again there was a knock on the door of the camper, I reached for my mask and when I opened the door tears started springing to my eyes, she was here with Pip strapped to her chest, “Surprise baby!”, I laughed and let her come in. we both removed our masks and I reached to pull her into a hug.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, she pulled back a little and kissed Pippa’s head, “We had to come and wish you good luck, I’m sorry we cannot stay for the whole show”, I shook my head and motioned for her to let me hold Pippa, “Baby the fact that you are here right now is more than enough, I was getting worried when you were not answering”, I kissed Pippa’s forehead, a little relief flooding me when I noticed that her fever went down since I had last seen her.

She laughed, “I was just walking in, if I answered the surprise would’ve been ruined baby”, I nodded and then did a little spin for her, “What do you think?”, she cleared her throat, “If there were no baby here right now I would have not minded helping you remove the outfit and dressing again, for fashion purposes, you know?”

I laughed and shook my head while pulling her by the waist and kissing her lips, “Don’t tease me bay, it’s not fair and a hard-on is not something I wanna be remembered by for my first Coachella performance”, she laughed and ran her hand down the back of my neck, “All jokes aside, I love it, baby, you look amazing”.

Before I could speak up the door to the trailer opened and when Jeff notice Y/HN and the baby he smiled before cheering a little, “Oh hello to my tiny boss and her mom!” We, we laughed and Y/N hugged him before turning to look at both Pippa and me, Jeff turned to look at her and asked, “Are you guys staying for the show?”, she shook her head, “We just came to give the superstar some good luck and love, I’ll be taking her home in a bit, although her fever has gone down, she is not feeling great yet”.

I pouted and continued to run my hand down Pip’s back, where she had cuddled in my chest, Jeff spoke up, “I’ll call you though”, she nodded, “I would like that Jeffie”, a few seconds later there was another knock and Sarah peeked into the camper, “We heard we have the visit of two very VIP guests! Can we come in?”, I smiled and nodded and the whole band came in.

As soon as Pippa saw Mitch she perked up a little and reached out for him, Mitch smiled and grabbed Pippa from my arms, he kissed her cheeks and started swaying with her, Jeff groaned and spoke up, “No fair, I do cartwheels for a smile and get none, but Guitar man here just shows up and she is all smiles”, we all laughed and Mitch gave him a pleased smile before speaking up, “She loves her godfather”.

Everyone turned to look at us, surprise written all over their faces, Y/N and I laughed before I spoke up, “Settle down you lot, we haven’t even chosen someone”, Jeff turned to look at Mitch, a victorious smile on his face before he turned to see Mitch, “The game is still on big boy”.

It was forty-five minutes later when Jeff cleared his throat, “I’m sorry to cut this party short, but we’re officially thirty minutes from showtime”, everyone said their goodbyes and Jeff let us know he would let the driver know Y/N and Pippa would be leaving shortly then exited the camper, I turned to look at my girls and gave them a sad smile, Y/N laughed and pulled me in for a kiss, “You’re gonna rock it, and we’ll be here with you”.

I laughed, “Are you going to shrink yourself so you’ll get in my pocket?”, she smiled and reached into her jacket and pulled out a Polaroid, I instantly recognized it as one we had taken back in the hospital when Pippa had been born, once she handed it to me, I kissed it and put it inside my bag before turning to peck her lips multiple times, “Come on, I’ll walk you out”, we both nodded and left the trailer.

I kissed her once more then Pippa’s head before she got settled in the golf cart with Glenne, who smiled and promised to be back in a bit, Jeff stood beside me and squeezed my shoulder, “They’ll be okay, and I’ll FaceTime her as soon as you hit the stage”, I nodded and then followed him to the stage for our pre-show ritual.

April 16, 2022

Harry. Indio, California. 2:45 A.M.

I waved Jeff’s van away and entered the house. The adrenaline was still running high. Coachella had been everything and more, especially with Shania there. After having a little dinner with her team, we all said our goodbyes and started making our way home. I was expecting Y/N to be dead asleep in our bed, however, that was not what I came home to.

I turned off the hallway lights she had left on for me as I made my way upstairs, I opened the door to the master bedroom but furrowed my brows when I noticed the bed was unmade but empty, the bathroom was closed but no light came out. I exited the room and made my way to the makeshift nursery.

When I opened the door, my eyes softened at the sight of my girls cuddling on the sofa, Pippa was sprawled on her chest, and she had her head tucked down with her lips resting in the baby’s head. It broke my heart, but I knew that if I left Y/N to sleep in that uncomfortable position she would regret it tomorrow.

I kneeled beside her and started running my hand down her arm hoping to gently wake her. A few moments later there was an intake of breath and after sleepily taking in her surroundings she gave me a small smile and ran her free hand down my face.

I turned to kiss her palm before whispering, “What are you doing here baby?”, she sighed, “She woke up crying and upset, after I fed her, we settled here and I didn’t want to move once she fell back asleep”, I nodded and kissed her palm once more, she whispered, “You were awesome baby, I’m so proud of you”

I smiled at her and motioned for her to hand me Pippa, “Go to bed my love, I wanna cuddle her for a bit, I’ll meet you there, yes?”, she nodded and placed a soft kiss on Pippa’s head before pulling me in for a deep kiss, once she left the nursery I settled in the bed with Pippa on my chest, “Sleep tight baby, I love you so dang much.”

April 23, 2022

Indio, California. 6:45 P.M.

The breeze and wind were wonderful as I laid down in the hammock to watch the sunset and finally read my book, which had been sitting on my side table from the moment we got there. I was so engrossed in the chapter when all of a sudden, a big shadow hid the sunset from me, when I turned up, I smiled, “Well hello mister”.

He smiled and reached down to kiss my lips, “Hi, what are you up to?”, I scooted over, and he sat down next to me, I cuddled him and smiled, “Just reading a little, how’s my girl?”, he ran his hand down my arm, “She’s good, Glenne is playing with her”, I nodded and closed my book, and we laid there for a few.

He suddenly cleared his throat and spoke up, “Hey, go get ready yeah? I have a surprise for you”, I sat up a little and gave him a questioning smile, “Yeah? What should I wear?”, he smiled, “Something comfortable, that will keep you warm”, I nodded and kissed his lips the got out of the hammock and went upstairs.

Thirty minutes later I finished my makeup while pumping some bottles for Glenne who would be babysitting Pippa for us with Jeff. Once downstairs Harry handed me the baby so I could say goodbye while running over her nighttime routine with Glenne.

Harry grabbed his keys, and I handed Pip to Glenne, who instantly started kissing her cheeks, Harry and I smiled before speaking up, “Thank you guys”, Jeff smiled, “Our pleasure, think it’s perfect time to start getting in some baby care practice huh?”, Glenne smiled and kissed his cheek.

Once in the car Harry turned on the radio and turned to see me, a big smirk on his face, “Wanna know where we’re going?”, I shook my head, “Surprise me baby”, he smiled and started driving, we stopped at In-N-Out the continued our drive until I saw the lights and smiled.

“You brought me to see Billie?”, he smiled and nodded, “It’s been a while since we went to a concert huh?”, I nodded and smiled. Once parked at the VIP lot we got out, I could hear the buzz of the crowd, we walked into the field and were directed to a reserved area.

Billie was an amazing performer, her set kept us all dancing and singing. When the opening notes of ‘Ocean Eyes’ started playing, he pulled me into his chest, crossed his arms over my chest, and started singing alongside Billie in my ear, I smiled and started rubbing my thumb over his hand.

Once the song was over, I turned over my shoulder to see him smiling at me, he kissed my forehead, I let out a yawn and tried to hide it, but failed miserably doing so, Harry laughed and whispered in my ear, “Shall we head home?”, I nodded, “Just make sure you send Billie some flowers as congratulations okay?”, he nodded.

Handoff with the Azoffs was a breeze, once we made sure Pip was still sleeping, we went back into our room and finished our night routine, once settled in bed I turned to kiss H’s chest and he smiled kissing my head, “Thank you, tonight was wonderful”, he smiled, “I’m so glad you had the best time, I love you”, I smiled and kissed his lips, “I love you too”.

April 27, 2022

London, England. 9:00 AM

Incessant knocks had me laughing and Harry rolling his eyes while walking to the main door, as soon as it clicked open there were cheers of happiness and excitement, Pippa was laying in her rocker while I finished setting the table.

“Come here baby, shall we go see your Nana and auntie?”, she smiled at me, and I kissed her cheeks before settling her in my arms, once we were out of the kitchen, we started making our way to the foyer where three pairs of eyes turned to see us, and a few teary smiles appeared.

Anne reached for Pip, and I handed her the baby, “Oh look at you my darling girl! You have gotten so big!”, Gemma took the chance to pull me into a hug while Anne was busy cuddling the baby, she then turned to look at me and pulled me into a side hug before kissing my head, “I’m sorry I so rudely dismissed you, darling.”

I laughed a little and gave her a little squeeze, “Please don’t apologize, I understand completely”, Gemma hugged my side and squeezed, I squeezed her back and she laughed a little, “God, I missed you! Is it too early to start trying to convince you guys to move here?”, Harry and I turned to look at each other with a little smile before I cleared my throat, “Well…”

Gemma and Anne turned to us, surprise written all over their faces, “What?!”, Harry smiled, “We’re looking at some options, we have a few appointments with a realtor lined up”, my mum squealed while she handed Gemma Pippa and came to hug us both, “Oh I cannot believe it! May I ask why? I thought you guys wanted to stay there?”

I smiled, “We want to raise Pippa away from the spotlight, we want for her to choose when and if she wants to show who she is to the world, we also want for her to be close to you guys, and we are also thinking about our family in the long run.”

Anne grinned and kissed Harry’s cheek, “I really can’t believe this! Oh, it will be wonderful to have you guys near”, we both smiled and then proceeded to lead the way to the dining room where we sat down to enjoy some lunch. We then moved to the living room to have some tea, Harry had just settled Pippa for her nap, and we were now catching up after our California trip.

Harry sat down next to me and kissed my temple before he snapped his finger and turned to see Gem, “Oh Gem! Before I forget, would you want to come with us to the location for the Daylight music video?”, she nodded and finished drinking her tea, “I would love to! At what time should I be here?”, he thought for a moment before answering here, “Maybe 8?”, Gem nodded again and we both smiled, “I’ll text you the details then.”

May 3, 2022

Harry. London, England. 9:00 AM

The coffee shop was pretty empty, which was understandable since it was a weekday morning, I smiled in appreciation when Jeff placed a mug in front of me, I took a sip of the black coffee while Jeff finished sitting down and let out a sigh before turning to look at me.

“So… what was so important that we had to meet in secrecy from everyone else?”, I sighed, took a sip of my coffee, and cleared my throat. It was now or never. “Uhm, well… there’s something I wanted to let you know”, he nodded, and I ran a hand down my face, “I have been thinking about me, Y/N, and Pip, especially my little girl and the type of life I want to give her”.

Jeff nodded and smiled, “So… uhm we have decided to move”, Jeff nodded and spoke up, “I mean I understand, like don’t get me wrong I love how cozy both of your apartments are, but I think that a new one will be good for you three”.

I ran a hand down my neck, “Well… actually, we uhm… we want to move here, well not here, but to Richmond”, Jeff sat there in utter silence, surprise written all over his face, “Well… I wasn’t expecting that”, he laughed a little, “Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting that, I would’ve thought you would move to LA or outside of LA.”

I laughed, “I mean… I love you and I love LA., but her safety and protection go first, their safety and protection go first”, he nodded, “I understand, heck we are living it right now, we haven’t been bothered and we’ve been here for a while”, he nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

I sighed, “It’s just… I cannot help but get anxious that someone will post her face on the internet, and the mere thought of not giving her that choice… it sickens me; at least here there is more protection and respect, privacy, and well there’s also the fact that we have family here, close by”, Jeff smiled, and I chuckled.

“I want to take her to the nursery, and I want to pick her up, I want to hear everything she did and learned while we walk down the park back home; I want to just randomly decide we want to visit mum and jump on the train to Cheshire; I want to take my girl on a date and not have to choose a restaurant based on the probability of someone disclosing my location. I just want to live a normal life to the extent of my possibilities and capacities.”

Jeff reached to squeeze my forearm and I ran my other hand down my face while I sighed, “I know… I know that work will be hard, recording and everything”, he interrupted me, “That can be arranged H, we can make it work, is that what is bothering you?”, I shook my head and turned to look at him, “No, uhm… I can’t help but think that this is a signal.”

Jeff furrowed his brows in question and I sighed, “Maybe… maybe it’s time to take a break and disappear for a while, write and produce when I feel the inspiration, enjoy Pippa, marry Y/N, heck maybe even add a new bay or two”, he looked at me in surprise, “I support you, and everything you want to do H, but I think that you need to discuss this situation with your partner; I mean, yes, it involves me as your manager, but your family should go first.”

I nodded and smiled in appreciation, “I know, I just needed someone to hear it”, he smiled, “That’s what friends are for H”, his phone rang, and we stood up, returning our mugs to the barista and thanking them once more, then got into the van on our way to our meeting. Just before we could get out of the car Jeff spoke up, and I turned to see him, “I trust you and your choices, and you will always count on me and have my support.”, I smiled in appreciation, and we started making our way into the building.

May 7, 2022

Sussex, England. 10:30 AM

I closed my book as soon as I heard the first whimper from the stroller, placing it inside my bag before standing up and remover the cover-up, I smiled at her sleepy face and rubbed her tummy, helping her wake up with ease, “Hello bug, how did you sleep huh?”

She stretched her limbs while yawning, “Oh look at you! That’s a big stretch huh? Did you enjoy your morning nap baby?”, once the sleep left her bleary eyes and she focused on me, her gummy smile made an appearance, which had me in a puddle of love for her.

I pulled her out of the stroller and placed multiple kisses on her cheeks while making my way to the small bed in the camper, “Let’s change your diaper, because you’re a stinky little monster”, once her diaper was changed and fastened, I blew some raspberries in her belly and she cackled, we were so close to getting a laugh, I knew it would come eventually.

Once Pippa was dressed again, I grabbed a blanket for her and the baby wrap and left the trailer to join Gem and H. I found Gem near the service station, and she smiled when she saw us and made grabby hands for Pippa, once the baby was in her arms, she kissed her cheeks, “Oh hello baby bestie! How was your nap huh?”

I took the opportunity to prepare myself a coffee and look around the set; Harry was filming a music video for Daylight and when he shared with me the concept for the music video, I knew he had nailed it, so here we were, at Santus Circus getting ready to shoot.

There was a buzz coming from the far-left side of the set, when I turned to try and see what happened I smiled when I saw Lamby coming my way, he had a big smile and opened his arms to hug me, I hugged him back and squeezed him before pulling back, he started looking around and furrowed his brows, “Where’s my P?”

I smiled, “Gem took her to the camper for a change of bib, she’s been drooling quite a bit and I had just prepared my coffee”, he nodded, and I took a sip before asking, “How is he?”, he grinned, “Oh you’re gonna love this outfit! He asked me to check on you guys while he is finishing getting ready before changing into his costume”, I smiled, “We’re good, we just wanna see him already!”

He chuckled and squeezed my upper arm, “Okay, okay! Let me go grab him”, as soon as he made his way back to Harry’s camper Gem arrived and handed me back Pippa, who was happily munching on her hand while I had her in a chair hold, Gemma took a sip of her coffee and sighed, “Five pounds he will come out wearing a clown outfit”.

I laughed, “Ten pounds he will be wearing some feathers”, she grinned and shook my hand, and we sat down on the chairs set up for us by the crew. It was about five minutes later when Lamby appeared and cleared his throat, “So… are we ready to see his outfit?”, we both nodded and stood up, then closed our eyes as we were instructed to do so.

A minute later someone cleared his throat, and we opened our eyes and laughed, he was standing in front of us wearing a yellow leotard with jewel appliqués and a pair of feathered yellow and black wings, Gemma was the first one to speak up, “Well hello there, Big Bird”.

Harry rolled his eyes and showed her his middle finger and made his way to us, I bounced Pippa a little and spoke up, “Look Pip! Who’s that’ is that your daddy?”, however, unlike what we were expecting, she pouted her tiny lips, and she started bawling her eyes out and trying to get away from Harry, who froze on his place and pouted his lips, while I settled Pippa back in my arms and started shushing her, Gemma didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry.

“Baby don’t cry, it’s just your daddy”, I turned to look at Harry and gave him a sympathetic smile, “H… I’m sorry”, he pouted and shook his head, “No, it’s okay; I’m bummed because I wanted a pic with her using this outfit”, Gemma ran a hand down his arm, “It’s okay Harry, maybe she just needs to get used to you using it huh?”, he nodded and turned to look at us again.

“Baby there are some seats over where we will be filming if you prefer?”, I nodded and then turned to look at Gemma who nodded in agreement and we followed him. While Harry filmed, we were busy discussing the books we have been both reading and our plans for the summer while H toured Europe.

Once the director yelled cut, he started making our way to us with caution, but this time Pippa smiled and reached out for her dad, which had him smiling and hurrying to pick her up and kiss her cheeks; the crew awed at the beautiful moment while Gemma pulled her phone out and took some photos for us.

The moment was cut short when Lamby pulled him for another change. I took the chance to go to the bathroom while Gemma and Harry stayed with Pippa; once I came back Harry had changed into a black ensemble that had me drooling for my man.

However, this drooling had changed into worry as soon as I saw Lamby handing Pippa to Harry, who was perched up on a horse, my hands started sweating and I ran to stand next to them, when Harry saw me, he gave me an apologetic smile, “Hi baby”, I shook my head and took a deep breath, “What the hell are you doing?” before he could speak up Gemma chuckled.

“Oh, dear brother you’re in trouble… had I known this was your plan the whole time I would’ve taken my bestie with me to grab her pacifier”, he turned to look at me sheepishly, “It’s safe I promise!”, my eyes were wide while y anxiety rolled around, “Harry! She’s five months old! She’s too tiny!”, he shook his head, “Baby, his owner is standing here, next to me, holding his reign! Bandito is a good boy.”

I let out a breath and walked to pet Bandito’s muzzle and smiled, “You are a good boy huh?”, I turned to see Gem taking some pictures of H and Pip, once she put the phone away, she placed her arm around my shoulder and squeezed, “They’re okay, he’s her dad”, I nodded, “I know, it’s just… I can’t believe she is old enough to be sat in a horse and look at her, she’s smiling so big! She’s becoming a big baby”.

She nodded and squeezed me, H called my name and I turned to look at them “Can we, uhm maybe go on a little walk? Only if you feel comfortable”, I gave him a small smile and nodded, “Just hold her good, okay? have fun baby!”, he nodded and sent a kiss my way before turning to see Pippa.

Once they were back, I reached for Pippa and kissed her cheeks while Harry got off the horse, Pippa let out a yawn and we both laughed, “Think it’s time to feed and a little nap huh?”, Harry nodded and kissed my forehead, then we turned to see Gem who smiled, “You take her, I’ll stay with H”, I nodded and hugged her, then let Harry kiss Pip and myself goodbye, “Let’s go, baby, how about some snuggles and some milk huh?”, she smiled and I laughed, “Yeah? You want that? Okay, come on baby”.

May 13, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 8.30 P.M

A voice over my shoulder had me stepping to the side, “Here Mr. Styles, let me take that out”, I smiled at Ray and shook my head, “Mate, the stroller is heavy, I’ll carry it”, he nodded and pushed the suitcases over to the elevator; once it was loaded, I turned to look at Ray, “I’ll take it from here mate, have a good night and say hello to the Missus and kids”, he smiled and waved, “You too Mr. Styles!”

I pushed the correct floor and the box started moving upwards; once it opened, I was met with Y/N who helped me pull everything out of the elevator. Once out I sighed and pulled her for a side hug, “Baby went down, okay?”

She nodded, “She was very tired, bless her”, we went into the kitchen and while I ordered some dinner, she started making some tea. I blocked my phone and smiled at her, grabbed my mug, and followed her into the living room, once we sat down, she took a sip of her tea, I could see she was not truly present and I ran my fingers down her cheek, “Hey, where are you huh?”

She smiled and leaned her head into my hand, “Sorry, I’ve just been thinking”, I nodded to encourage her, “While we were in London I went for a walk with Pippa, I visited a neighborhood and I saw a house, and H I kid you not, that was our house”, I smiled at her excitement.

“And well I searched it on the internet, and it happens to be in sale”, her smile was contagious, “Really? Well, you need to show me, and I’ll reach out to Victoria to see if we can maybe go see it once we’re back in London?”, she nodded and cuddled up to me before whispering, “Are we really doing this?”

I kissed her forehead and whispered, “We are, as long as you are sure it is what you want, there is no pressure for us to make any decisions”, she turned to look at me, “No, it’s’ not that, it’s just that never in my wildest dream would I have pictured our life the way it is now”, I smiled and kissed her lips before pulling back a little and whispering, “Neither would I baby, but I wouldn’t change it either.

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What They'll Say About Us

Yelena Belova x Reader

Trigger Warnings: angst / major character death / blood / medical talk

Word Count: 857

Synopsis: Based on the song What They’ll Say About Us by FINNEAS. Yelena and Reader are expecting a baby, but on the day he is born, everything goes wrong and Reader ends up very ill.

Masterlist | Anne

It was supposed to be a good day. However, everything quickly changed when the doctor ordered the birth of Yelena and (Y/n)’s baby to be a c-section. Then, after the birth of their son, the doctor announces the news that shatters Yelena’s world. “She’s bleeding out, we need you out of the room, right now.” The doctor said, and before Yelena could protest, she was pulled out of the room as the doctor tried to stop the bleeding.

“Yelena?” A familiar voice called, causing Yelena to turn around. More tears welled in her eyes when she spotted Natasha and Wanda. Natasha held a teddy bear while Wanda held a ‘It’s A Boy!’ balloon. The teddy bear was dropped as Yelena explained what was happening, Natasha’s arms closing around her sister quickly. Natasha didn’t know what to say. Nothing that Natasha could say right now would fix the situation or make her younger sister feel any better. So, she held her tight in her arms as Yelena shamelessly cried, something she was not known for, but she couldn’t help it. “We’re here for you.” Those words caused Yelena to break down harder in her sister’s arms, no matter how hard she tried to hold back the neverending flow of tears.

Hours passed and the three women were sitting in the waiting room, Yelena’s head on Natasha’s shoulder, bags under her eyes. When her eyes caught a familiar face of one of (Y/n)’s doctors, she was quick to sit up. The doctor made her way over to them with a grim look. “Mrs. Belova, your wife suffered from what we would call a postpartum hemorrhage. It was caused by an overdistended uterus due to too much amniotic fluid. She’s alive, but she’s lost a lot of blood. We will have to monitor overnight. Mrs. Belova, she’s not looking too well.” The doctor warned, placing a hand on Yelena’s shoulder as the blonde nodded slowly in understanding. “You may see her now, they’ve placed your baby in the room with her.” The doctor said softly, leading Yelena, Natasha, and Wanda to the room.

Yelena held herself together as she entered the room. Even though the doctor had warned her that (Y/n) wasn’t doing well, she wasn’t expecting to see her so pale and sick. The only thing causing Yelena to smile slightly is the sight of the newborn laying on her chest. Yelena sat on the chair next to (Y/n)’s bed, kissing the side of her wife’s head. Natasha and Wanda stayed back, watching the two quietly, letting them have their moment. “If you’re tired, it’s okay, moya lyubov.” Yelena whispered quietly. There was an air in the room that expressed what would happen if (Y/n) did, in fact, go to sleep. It scared Yelena, but she could see how tired and weak her wife was. She didn’t want to let go of her wife, but she knew that it wasn’t her choice. It wasn’t anyone’s. “When you wake up, I’ll let you know just how he’s doing, you can just relax. We’re going to grow together, you, me, and him. Just us three, remember?” They knew it wasn’t going to happen, but the talks of their future was always so comforting.

Yelena took the baby from (Y/n) as her eyes fluttered shut. Holding their son, she adjusted to brush the hair off of (Y/n)’s forehead. She wasn’t giving up on her, she could never. But there was nothing she could do but sit by her and make sure her last moments were comfortable, familiar, and that she felt loved. There was a soft hint on (Y/n)’s pale lips as she opened her eyes just slightly. “I love you, Yelena Belova.” She whispered softly, smiling at her. Yelena smiled back tearfully. “I love you, too, (Y/n) Belova.” She responded quietly, but she knew (Y/n) heard her as her eyes closed again. The three sat in silence as the beeping of the monitor beeped slowly in the background. Yelena allowed her sister and Wanda to hold her son as she held her wife’s hand. Her thumb caressed (Y/n)’s hand softly, careful with the IV line that ran along her arm and would somehow make its way over her hand. Yelena slowly crawled into the bed, holding (Y/n) as the monitor slowed to a long beep. Tears cascaded from her eyes as she clutched her wife’s still warm body. She needed to memorize how it felt to still hold her. Her heart ached, and it felt like nothing could stop the pain in her chest.

And, it never did. Not even years later as she watched their son grow up. She smiled sadly at a picture of her wife. “Moya lyubov, I wish you knew how much he looks just like you. He has your smile, your eyes, and he shares the beautiful way your face lit up when you were excited.” Yelena’s finger traced (Y/n)’s face over the frame carefully. “He looks just like you.” She repeated, wiping away a tear.

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Forty Five

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!

As always, thank you so so much for your love on this fic. This chapter takes us over 150k for this fic and it means more than I could ever say how much you love this version of them.

This chapter includes inspiration from an ask I got from @dreamyorion84 a little while ago who wanted to read something where Dave talks to Emily and/or Aaron about his son James whom he lost.

Please keep that is a subject discussed in part of this chapter in mind if that is something you could struggle with <3

Please do let me know what you think!

-x-

Words: 3k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along. Please note the additional warning mentioned above relevant to this chapter only.

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She can’t explain the anxiety she feels when Aaron suggests that they go to the park with Jack and Lily. His smile soft as he says the weather was perfect for it, the early evenings finally slightly cooler now autumn was approaching, and that it was a good way for Jack to burn off some of his seemingly endless energy. She knows she can’t argue with his logic, that it would be nice to go somewhere just the four of them, but anytime she thinks about taking Lily anywhere outside of their home she feels overwhelmed. Anxiety steals her breath as she watches Aaron pack the diaper bag, his attention to detail as diligent as ever as he makes sure to pack everything they need for a newborn even on a short excursion.

The anxiety bubbles deep in Emily’s gut, burning against the scar she bore for bringing her daughter into the world. The scar she was still getting used to whenever she spotted it in the mirror, another change to her body that pregnancy had brought along, one she’d been entirely unprepared for. She clears her throat as she sways side to side, her gaze drifting between Lily, who was strapped to her chest in the baby wrap, and Aaron as he double-checks his work on the diaper bag.

“Maybe…” she drifts off, the thought dying as it’s halfway out, not sure how she would explain even to herself how she was feeling. She loves being a mom, loves her little girl and Jack more than she thought she ever would, but there were moments when she struggled with how much it had changed her.

She’d never felt further away from the woman whose job meant she faced danger every day. The woman who would chase down serial killers with her gun drawn whilst wearing healed boots. Now she felt undone by the thought of going to the park. Every terrible thing she knew about the world and the people in it threatening to overwhelm her in a way that made her want to keep Lily and Jack inside forever where she could keep them safe.

She tightens her hold on Lily a little, something that was unnecessary anyway since the baby was secured to her in the wrap, as a voice in the back of her head tells her she hadn’t been able to do that when her little girl was being born. That her body had failed to do things correctly, putting them both in danger she still felt the sharp edge of most days.

She had Aaron hadn’t talked about it in any depth. Neither of them sure how to bring up how it felt for them, both too afraid of upsetting the other when emotions were still high in their house from a lack of sleep and the stress that came from having a newborn. She knows they need to speak about it eventually, that she wants and needs to know how he felt whilst she was having surgery, and that she needs to try to find a way to put it all into words. To explain to him that, even though she and Lily were fine, she felt like she’d had something stolen from her because she’d been unconscious when her baby was born. The moment she’d been thinking of for months pulled out from underneath her, forcing her to lose the footing she knew she hadn’t gained back yet.

Aaron smiles softly as he sets the diaper bag down and walks over, wrapping his arm around Emily, and smiling down at Lily for a moment before he turns his attention back to his wife.

“Em,” He says, his hand running up and down her back, “Tell me what-”

“I’m ready!” Jack exclaims as he runs into the room, his soccer ball clutched in his hands as he beams at them, “I got my ball so we can show Lily how good I am at soccer.”

Emily smiles, his excitement dampening her anxiety a little his wide smile every bit as enchanting to her as it had been the first time she’d met him. It felt like an honour to be part of his life in the way she was, to see how he’d changed so much in the two years she’d been with Aaron, and she feels excited at the prospect of watching Lily grow up too.

“Lily would love that,” she says, peeking down at her daughter and seeing she was fast asleep, something that would likely continue the entire time they were out. She steps away from her husband, not missing how he chases her with his embrace, his fingers falling from her back once she’s finally out of reach, “We should get going though so we’re back in time for dinner.”

“Em,” Aaron says, stepping towards her, concern for her and the clear fear he’d seen flash in her eyes at the prospect of taking Lily out making his chest tight. She turns to look at him, her eyes wide as she nods down towards Jack.

“Later,” she says, only half-meaning it, not sure how she can talk to him about any of this without making him worry about her any more than he already did, “Can you get the diaper bag?”

He pauses, briefly considering putting a stop to this. Distracting Jack with the prospect of just kicking the ball around their backyard whilst he tried to talk to his wife about what was bothering her. But he stops himself, the quiet desperation in Emily’s eyes for him to drop it and the excitement shining out of Jack’s forcing him to simply nod as he grabs the diaper bag. The pale yellow elephants dancing across the material standing out against his outfit of dark jeans and a black polo shirt.

“Let’s get going, the sooner we get there the sooner we can get home.”

He lets himself pretend that he doesn’t see his wife swallow thickly, or the way she adjusts her hold on the baby in her arms.

“Come on, sweet girl,” she says, dropping a kiss to Lily’s dark hair, “Let’s go watch Daddy and Jack play soccer.”

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Emily has just put Lily down, the baby barely relaxed on the mattress in her bassinet, when she hears a knock on the front door. She freezes, standing perfectly still for a second as she waits for her daughter to wake up. She’s grateful when nothing happens, when Lily continues to sleep, and she smiles before she grabs the baby monitor, heading downstairs to answer the front door before whoever is there knocks again, something she is sure would be pushing her luck with Lily sleeping through her whole nap for once.

Whoever she thought she’d find on the other side of the door when she looks through the peephole, she hadn’t expected it to be Dave. She feels a flash of panic as she thinks about the last time she’d heard from Aaron, how he’d sent her a text explaining he’d be a little late because he’d been pulled into a meeting he couldn’t get out of. She opens the door and comes face to face with her friend.

“Dave, is everything okay?”

He smiles softly at her, the relaxed nature of it putting out the fire of her anxiety before it could spread, “Everything is fine, Bella,” he assures her, walking into the house as she steps back to let him in, “I know Aaron is stuck at work so I thought I’d come to see you and Mini Bella.”

She smiles as she closes the front door and turns to him, “I hate to break it to you but the littlest Hotchner is currently asleep. Coffee?”

Dave smiles and nods as they walk towards the kitchen, “That’s okay, as adorable as she is I mostly came by to see you,” he leans against the kitchen counter and looks at her, a glimmer in his eyes that she recognises from when he’s speaking to suspects on a case, the way he could pull information out of people second to none, “You’re much better to have a conversation with than she is.”

She narrows her eyes at him as places down the baby monitor and she switches on the coffee machine, her arms crossed over her chest as she looks him up and down, “What did Aaron say to you?”

Since the trip to the park a few days ago she’d been avoiding speaking to Aaron about how she was feeling about everything. Dodging the conversation even though she desperately wanted to have it. Coping mechanisms she was sure she’d rid herself of sneaking their way back in after he’d helped her push them all away months ago. Exhaustion and everything with her parents that had happened recently allowing her to regress into old habits.

“He didn’t say anything,” Dave assures her, and she knows he’s telling the truth, “But he’s worried and he’s not hiding it,” he says, shrugging as he pushes his hands into the pockets in his pants, “And the only person who can break down his defences like that is you.”

Emily stares at him for a moment before clearing her throat and turning her attention to the coffee machine as it beeps, indicating the coffee is ready. She pours two cups of it, making sure hers is smaller than she would have poured herself before because she was breastfeeding, and she sighs.

“I’m fine, Dave,” she says, turning and smiling tightly at him as she hands him his coffee.

He takes the cup offered to him and stares at her for a moment, clearly using the skills they both had against her, “Well, no one would blame you if you weren’t,” he says, pausing to take a sip of his coffee, “You had traumatic labour, you were worried something would happen to your baby. That’s a lot for anyone to go through, even someone as good at compartmentalising as you.”

She clenches her teeth as she looks down at the ground, her grip on her coffee cup briefly tightening. Irritation at her friend for hitting the nail on the head making her tense, “Dave-”

“And I know you’re probably resistant to talk to Aaron about it because you know he’s struggling with what happened too,” he says, cutting off what they both knew would have been a denial of everything he’d said, “But you need to talk to him about it, to understand what each other went through so you can move forward. Otherwise…you risk letting it be the first thing that grows between you.”

She smiles wryly, letting it cover the almost visceral reaction she had to the thought of this causing damage to her marriage. She takes a sip of her coffee, “What makes you such an expert?”

His smile turns sad and he sighs, “I had a son,” he says and she frowns, her breath catching in her chest, “He was called James.”

She stutters uncharacteristically, “Dave…I…” she drifts off, unsure what to say as he looks at the ground.

“He died the same day he was born, he didn’t live for very long and Caroline, my wife, and I…we never talked about it,” he shakes his head at himself, “It was the 70s so we were encouraged not to, to accept that it was ‘just one of those things’ but…it was the beginning of the end for us,” he looks up at her and smiles, “You idiots love each other so much it puts what Caroline and I had to shame, so just talk to each other. For me?”

She nods absentmindedly, swallowing thickly as she tries to grapple with what she’s been told, the part of his past that her friend had revealed to her. Something he clearly rarely, if ever, spoke about.

“Dave, I’m so sorry,” she says, the thought of it pushing her almost to tears, something she forces back, aware that this wasn’t about her but her friend and what he’d kept to himself for so long, “What…if you don’t mind telling me…what happened?”

He smiles sadly, “Same thing as with you and Lily,” he says carefully, watching as she reacts without meaning to, her eyes going wide, “Except back then c-sections were a last resort, not the first thing they did when the chord became visible,” he sighs, “If they’d done what they did for you…he probably would have lived.”

She feels guilt overwhelm her, stealing the breath from her lungs as she steps towards him, “I’m sorry, I-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Bella,” he says, “Nothing. And I’m not saying this to compare battle scars, what happened with James doesn’t invalidate what happened with you and Lily. It’s still a trauma, it’s still something you need to recover from,” he pulls her into a hug, one she returns gladly, “It’s still something you need to talk to your husband about.”

She nods against him, tightening her hold on him, everything she knew about him, how he looked after everyone on the team, making more sense than it ever had.

“Okay,” she promises, the word chased by a cry upstairs, echoed by the sound coming out of the baby monitor. She chuckles as she pulls back and smiles at him, patting him on the arm, “Come on Uncle Dave,” she says, grabbing the baby monitor as she starts to lead him upstairs, “Let’s see if Lily likes your singing any more than she did the last time you came over.”

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She paces the bedroom as she rocks Lily back and forth, softly singing as she smiles down at her sleepy face, the baby fighting sleep even though she was milk-drunk and already halfway there.

“Bonne nuit, cher trésor,

Ferme tes yeux et dors.

Laisse ta tête, s'envoler,

Au creux de ton oreiller.

Un beau rêve passera,

Et tu l'attraperas.

Un beau rêve passera,

Et tu le retiendras.”

She looks up as the bedroom door opens and she smiles at her husband as he walks in, his exhaustion from a long day at work clear.

“I love it when you sing in French,” he says, walking over to kiss Emily and smiling down at Lily, “Can I take her?”

“Of course,” Emily replies, handing her over resting against Aaron’s side as she looks at her daughter, “She’s doing her usual fighting sleep thing.”

He smiles as he settles Lily against his chest, his palm still almost the same size as her back as he holds her in place, “Is that right, Lily-Pad?”

“Don’t call her that-”

“Maybe Mommy should sing some more,” he says, smiling when he cuts Emily off at her protest at the nickname he’d started to use as a joke but had somehow stuck. He looks at his wife, “Is Mommy going to sing for us?”

She rolls her eyes at her husband and rests her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist as she looks at her daughter, restarting the same lullaby she’d been singing when he walked in.

“Bonne nuit-”

“Can you sing it in English?” He asks, and she looks at him, her confused frown turning into a smile as embarrassment flashes in his eyes, “So I can understand.”

She nods and presses a kiss to his lips before she starts again.

“Good night, dear treasure,

Close your eyes and sleep.

Let your head fly away

In the hollow of your pillow.

A beautiful dream will pass,

And you will catch it.

A beautiful dream will pass,

And you will remember it.”

She smiles as she realises Lily has finally fallen asleep, her cheek squished against Aaron’s chest, and then she looks back up at Aaron, her eyebrows furrowing as he just stares at her.

“What?” She asks, her cheeks flushing, “The lyrics don’t always make sense when you translate them directly.”

He kisses her and steps away to set Lily down in the bassinet, laying her down expertly so she doesn’t wake up. He turns back to his wife and pulls her into his arms.

“It’s not that,” he says, stamping a kiss against her lips as he pulls her closer, his palms against her back, “You’re just an amazing mom,” he says, warmth spreading inside his chest as she beams at him, her smile wide and genuine.

She bites her lower lip, her cheeks warm with the praise, and she curses the fact she’s still at least two weeks away from being able to have sex with her husband.

“Well,” she says, playing with the collar of his shirt, “You’re a pretty amazing father,” she says, leaning in to kiss him, “And a fantastic husband,” she sighs softly as she thinks of the conversation she’d had with Dave earlier, the heaviness of it still weighing on her, “I’m sorry I’ve been…a bit distant recently.”

He pulls her closer, “Oh, sweetheart, no you have nothing to apologise for,” he assures her, “I’ve been worried but…that’s just because I love you.”

She nods, tears blurring her vision as her eyes search his, “And I love you too, so much, but I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about it quite yet. I still…”

“Need to process,” he finishes for her, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “I know sweetheart,” he says, leaning forward and kissing her forehead, “I know.”

“As soon as I am though…I promise we’ll talk about all of it.”

He smiles and pulls her into a hug, stamping a kiss against her temple, “I know we will,” he assures her, kissing her temple again before he pulls back, “Come on,” he says, linking their hands together as he leads her towards the hallway, grabbing the baby monitor as he goes, “Let’s try and eat a hot meal before she wakes up again.”

She chuckles as she leans against him, wrapping both of her arms around one of his, her cheek against his shoulder, “We could be so lucky.”

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midwestmade29 · 1 year ago

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A Labor of Love Part 2 💕

Part 2 was so fun to write! It’s a little lengthy, I just couldn’t help myself! 🫣

I don’t really have any disclaimers for part 2. It covers life after having a baby and a small amount of postpartum recovery, but that’s about it. Read at your own discretion.

Word count: 1,538

Divider is from @saradika

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Make sure you read part 1 before continuing 🙂

“The days are long, but the years are short...”

“I can’t believe she’s been here 3 weeks already…” I whispered to Christian as I scrolled through pictures of her on my phone. The 3 of us were laying in our bed, getting ready to sleep, but when I didn’t get a response, I glanced over at Christian and realized he had already dozed off. My heart nearly exploded when I saw our precious baby girl snoozing away on her daddy’s chest, I couldn’t help but to stare in awe. We were both exhausted from the drastic change in our sleep schedules, but this little lady was worth it. Fatherhood looked good on Christian. It suited him. I made sure to take a few pictures of this precious moment before scooting closer to Christian and gently kissing him on the cheek. I nuzzled my face against his arm, just watching the two of them sleep. If I could keep the 3 of us in this bubble of newborn bliss forever, I probably would. Christian started to come to and smiled at me when he caught me staring. “How long was I out?” he asked. “Not too long. You both looked so peaceful, I hated to wake you. Are you going to let me put her in the bassinet now?” “5 more minutes…10 tops.” Christian insisted. How could I say no to that?

Recovery after giving birth is not easy or glamours. It’s painful, emotionally taxing, things are squishy, and your body is continuously trying to get back to (a new) normal. Some days it’s like riding a roller coaster with all the highs and lows of recovery and being new parents. 6 weeks into parenthood, Christian and I run like a well-oiled machine. Teamwork makes the dream work, right? He’s been incredible caring for me and our little lady, showing us patience and love at every turn. Even though he won’t admit it, I know he’s been itching to be involved with AEW again. Christian wouldn’t trade these moments with his girls for anything, but I know working from home over FaceTime and phone calls/texts is making him a little stir crazy. I got our daughter situated in her stroller, all ready for a walk around the neighborhood while Christian was in his office on a video call with Tony Kahn discussing details about his return to AEW that was rapidly approaching in 2 weeks. I popped my head in the door to let him know we were on our way out when Christian held up one finger. He let Tony finish what he was saying before letting him know that they would have to continue their conversation later. “I’ll think about your ideas and get back with you to finalize everything. Thanks Tony.” He closed his laptop and directed his full attention to me. “Ready?” he asked with a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your chat with Tony. I just wanted to let you know I was headed out for a walk. Why don’t you call him back?” “Y/N, Tony can wait. My girls come first, always. I’ll fill you in on everything we talked about later. Right now, I just want to enjoy time with you two. Why don’t we play rock/paper/scissors before we leave?” “What for?” I asked, confused. “Best 2 out of 3 is the winner and they get to push the stroller!”

8 weeks had come and gone in the blink of an eye! Our baby girl was now 2 months old, which meant it was time for Christian to return to work. We placed our bags in the car before making our way to the airport for our next adventure as a family of 3. It was obvious that we were both nervous about taking our little lady on her first airplane ride, amongst other things. “Are you sure you grabbed everything? Her favorite pacifier and purple blanket? What about enough diapers? Noise cancelling headphones?” Christian babbled on. I smiled at his concern before grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Check, check, and check. I’m positive we have everything we need baby. Even if we did forget something, I can get it from a nearby store or something. We’ll be fine.” I reassured him, but Christian still looked apprehensive. “It’s too soon for this, Y/N!” he said exasperated. “Too soon for what, Christian?” “I can call Tony right now and let him know that I can’t make it to Dynamite tomorrow. He’ll understand! They can scrap my appearance and add someone else! I don’t think I can do this, Y/N. Leaving you two is going to be harder than I thought…” “Whoa! Take a deep breath, Christian! Everything is going to be just fine and will fall into place! It might take some time to adjust to a new routine with you being on the road again, but we will make it work. We are traveling with you this time and will travel with you when we can in the future as well. You and I knew this day was going to come, and now that it’s here we have to embrace it. We’re in this together, every step of the way.” When my words sank in, you could see Christian visibly relax a little. “You’re right, Y/N. Just promise me when you two aren’t traveling with me that you’ll spam me with pictures and FaceTime calls?”

Dynamite day was here and in full swing! We arrived at the arena earlier this afternoon so Christian could get settled in and get everything for tonight squared away. Everyone that passed us by had to stop and meet our newest addition, and we both loved showing her off. “Welcome back man!” Tony said excitedly. “It’s great to finally meet the little one. She’s changed so much from the last picture you sent me! How are you doing Y/N?” “I swear she changes by the minute!” Christian interjected, causing Tony and I to chuckle. “I’m doing well Tony, thanks for asking. It’s good to see you!” Christian and Tony got lost in conversation, and the little lady started to fuss so I excused myself to our dressing room. I was sitting on the couch feeding her when Christian walked in. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Yeah, she was just getting hungry but we’re all good now.” I smiled. “It’s about time for you to get ready, isn’t it?” “I guess I probably should.” Christian sighed. “The fans will be excited to have you back. The night will be over before you know it, so please try to enjoy it all. She’ll be cheering her Daddy on from ringside and so will I.”

I was so excited that I was able to keep my surprise for Christian a secret this whole time, even when there was a close call when I had him get something out of the baby’s overnight bag. She looked so cute in her outfit I had put together specially for tonight! I could hardly wait for Christian to see it. I was escorted to my ringside seat during the commercial break right before Christian was scheduled to come out, baby girl sleeping peacefully in my arms with her noise cancelling headphones on. Security stayed close by the two of us to ensure our safety since she was so little, and I know having them around made Christian and I both feel better about me being there. Justin Roberts let the crowd know that we would be live on air again in less than 30 seconds which caused butterflies to flutter in my stomach big time. I just hoped that Christian was doing okay! The lights in the arena dimmed once we were live, and Christian’s music began to play causing the crowd to go wild. My face lit up the further he got down the ramp, my heart bursting with pride. Christian walked over to where I was standing, cameras surrounding us as he gave me a kiss. He placed his hand on our daughter’s head before leaning down and kissing her forehead, causing most of the crowd to “aww” in unison. As he was standing back upright, he noticed the surprise his little girl was wearing and started to smile and laugh. Of course, the camera had to get a close up of her, showing the crowd and the fans watching at home the tiny little turtleneck she was wearing, just like her Daddy was. Even though we were surrounded by thousands of people, it felt like it was just the 3 of us standing together enjoying this special moment. “Did you read it?” I shouted over the noise, pointing at the baby’s turtleneck. Christian mouthed the words, “My Daddy is Father of the Year” which made the both of us laugh even harder. “This is perfect, Y/N. I love you two, so much! I guess I better go conduct my business now…” he yelled before winking at me and making his way to the ring.

Just when I thought I couldn’t love Christian any more than I already did, I watched him become a dad. This surely is what dreams are made of 🩷

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Opposites Attract blurb #2 warnings: breast feeding. Rooster being a himbo . . . again. Breast feeding is a totally normal thing and shouldn't be treated as something taboo. synopsis: First dinner party with the dagger squad post Ella's birth.

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It wasn’t very often that you and Jake went out anymore. Hell, you couldn’t remember the last time you went out, even before Ella was born. Things had changed a lot in the Seresin household, now having two kids to take care of. Y/N and Jake were thankful that Ella was an easy baby. It made the transition from one to two kids easy. Plus adding in a move and a relocation was hard too.

Tonight, Maverick wanted to celebrate the dagger squad becoming an official squad at North Island. Rooster and Hangman had been named primary instructors of the program, while the rest of the squad were secondary advisors to it. Maverick had gotten his promotion and was placed as commander of the program. They would still be on standby in case there was a mission or a deployment to go on. Jake loved it, he was going to spend more time at home than he had all of his career.

“We don’t have to go,” Jake said, as he put the car in park outside the restaurant where the squad was waiting for them. Jake was the most stubborn about going out tonight, grumbling and making comments and dragging his feet about it.

“Yes we do,” Y/N said back to him, “It's really the first time you've seen the whole team since we moved back.”

"Yeah for a reason," Jake said, and looked back at his kids in the backseat. Y/N was all too prepared to stay at home with the kids, but Maverick insisted they come too. Maverick had set the invitation to family, friends and partners of the dagger squad, knowing that they are as much apart of the team as the actual aviators.

"Rooster has been bugging me about seeing them," Y/N said, "We can stay for a bit and then go."

"I'd rather be at home getting baby snuggles," Jake grumbled.

“Jake. . . we talked about this. It’s one dinner. She’s fed, and changed, she’s gonna sleep for a while. And Alex will be entertained enough by Fanboy and whatever new nerd show he's been watching,” Y/N said, and Jake nodded.

He got out of the car first, followed by Y/N. He grabbed the car seat carrier, while Y/N helped Alex out and grabbed the diaper bag. Y/N walked into the restaurant and easily spotted the team, as Rooster got up from the table and walked over to them.

"Rooster!" Alex exclaimed and took off for his uncle. Rooster picked him up and tickled him, sending the boy into a fit of giggles.

“You’re here! Where's the little one?” Rooster said, as Jake walked into the restaurant, carrying the sleeping baby in her carseat. Rooster smiled at the sight, “We haven’t ordered food yet, but we ordered drinks.”

The Seresins followed Rooster over to the large table that Maverick had reserved for them. Jake greeted his friends as Y/N hugged Phoenix, Dragon (phoenix's sister) and Penny. She sat down next to Penny, and Jake next to her.

"How are things?" Penny asked, and Alex climbed into her lap. Jake was happy that Penny and Maverick seemed to take on the role of being his kids "grandparents". Jake was always upset that his strained relationship with his parents had also affected his kids. Y/N's parents lived in the area, so they saw Ella and Alex frequently now that they had moved back.

But with Penny and Maverick becoming a couple, and Maverick the "dad" of the dagger squad, it meant that Ella and Alex had a new set of grandparents. Penny was thrilled with it, loving spending time with the kids. Maverick had his reservations about it, saying he'll wait till they are a bit older and he can let them run around the hangar without having to watch their every step.

"Getting easier," Y/N said, "You know how it is with newborns, each week there is some new issue that either gets resolved or comes on. Currently battling her sleep schedule," Y/N glanced down under the table at the carseat carrier. Ella was still fast asleep, and Y/N rocked the carrier gently with her foot.

"I miss the baby stage a little bit. . . but I do not envy you," Penny laughed, "How is school, Alex?"

“I got you a lemonade, I hope that’s okay," Jake said, sitting back in his spot after talking to Coyote for a bit.

"That's fine," Y/N said, and Jake looked down at his daughter again, "She's fine. Stop stressing."

"I'll never stop stressing, I have kids," Jake said and Y/N giggled.

The conversation flowed naturally around the table as everyone wanted to catch up with everyone. Alex had somehow managed to find a new lap to sit in, finding his way around the table. Like Y/N predicted, he was deep in conversation with Bob and Fanboy about the latest rocket launch at NASA. Jake would still occasionally look down at his daughter, finding her still asleep under the table.

“Told you, she’s just fine,” Y/N said, placing a hand on his thigh.

“Is she still asleep?” Rooster asked, and Y/N nodded, “She gets her ability to sleep through things from Jake. He's ALWAYS the first one asleep after flights in the rec room."

“At least I wake up when my alarm sounds and doesn't oversleep," Jake shot back.

“One time!” Bradley exclaimed.

"It was twice. . . this week," Bob said.

When the food arrived at the table, everyone dug in. It had been a hot minute since Y/N and Jake had had anything decent to eat besides box mac n cheese and frozen pizzas. Y/N could feel yourself getting full even from a couple bites of the pasta you had ordered. Jake had heard her stir first, and looked down to see Ella slowly starting to wake up. Y/N looked down right as she let out a wail.

“Is she hungry?” Jake asked Y/N.

“I didn’t bring in bottles,” Y/N reached down to unbuckle her and got her out.

“Do you want to leave? I can go get the car.” Jake said, and started to push his seat back.

“No, it’s fine.” Y/N said, and looked around at the restaurant, “I can go to the-”

“Nonsense,” Penny said, “You’re fine, sweetheart. You’re just fine where you are. It’s the great part of being a mother. It’s natural.”

“Only if you’re okay with it, babe. We can go anywhere,” Jake said to his wife.

Y/N nodded and Jake moved to grab a blanket out of the diaper bag. He helped her cover up, as she pulled up her shirt and got Ella situated. She easily latched on, and Y/N settled back into her chair. Jake wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his finger gently running over the blanket over Ella’s covered head. His eyes searched around the restaurant in case there were any wandering eyes or sour looks. Jake smiled at Y/N and placed a kiss on her forehead, as she patted Ella’s back.

"Does it feel weird?" Rooster asked, and Y/N lifted her head up.

"What? Feeding her?"

"Yeah. Like I've had a girl suck on my nips once."

"I didn't need to know that," Y/N scrunched her face and laughed.

"Jesus Bradshaw, my kids are around," Jake said and threw a piece of bread at him, "But does it?" Jake asked his wife.

"A little bit," Y/N giggled, "If she's not latched on right, or if my supply isn't full, then it feels a bit weird. But no, other than that, it's kind of comforting."

"You ever try it?" Bradley asked looking at Jake.

"Fuck no-" "Yes," Y/N and Jake both answered.

"By accident," Jake said, "It was by accident," He said letting the table know, "It was like 4AM, and I was sleep deprived. I thought it was the creamer bottle, but it was not."

"Dumped the whole thing of breast milk into his coffee," Y/N giggled, "Oh I was so mad. He was already gone for work so I couldn't cuss him out, and Alex was crying up a storm."

"I took one sip and about threw up. I don't know how they can drink that stuff," Jake said looking down at where Ella was still happily drinking away, "Babies are weird."

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Rainbow in the Dark (Part 3) (Joseph x Reader)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Post birth stuff, breastfeeding, mostly Dad!Joe fluff! If I missed anything, let me know.

Taglist: @josephs-quinns @kellysimagines

“That’s such a cute name.”, the nurse smiled as she wrote it down.

Arthur was already trying to cry, obviously not a fan of his new surroundings. A nurse came over to help make sure Arthur was going to latch. Arthur did what they call the “milk crawl” and quietened down once he latched onto you and began suckling. It went ten times easier than it did with Amelia. You were surprised. He was suckling easily. You brushed a hand through his hair.

Joseph sat down on the bed beside you, admiring his son. Something he had put so much effort into helping create. You were going to let the baby eat as much as he would. It was just you and Joseph now, the nurses telling you they’d be back in a little bit to check on you and the baby. Joseph sighed, relieved it was finally over and both of you were safe and everything had gone well.

You felt utterly exhausted, feeling your eyes growing heavy.

“Tired, baby?”

“Very.”, you sighed.

“Well, when he’s finished, I’ll hold him for a bit and let you sleep.”, Joseph kissed your head.

“Okay. Sounds good.”

Your nurse came in and checked your bleeding. It was expected and nothing to worry about. Arthur finished eating at that point in time. You handed him to Joseph who looked slightly nervous, his cheeks growing red. He had been the same way with Amelia, scared if he held her the wrong way he’d break her. You thought it was super cute, even raising a giggle from you.

“Hey buddy, it’s daddy. Remember me?”, he asked Arthur softly.

Arthur budged slightly, making the cute little sounds newborns do. You smiled at Joseph easily. You loved watching Joseph with your kids.

“We’re so glad to finally have you here.”, Joseph baby-talked him as you yawned, laying your head on a pillow.

You felt yourself drifting off, listening to Joe talk to Arthur. It was something you could listen to forever. Joseph walked around the room with him, holding him in his arms.

“You have the best older sister, Amelia. She’ll protect you, I know she will.”, you heard Joseph tell Arthur, causing you to smile.

“Hey, love.”, Joseph shook you quickly, causing your eyes to shoot open.

You immediately heard Arthur getting fussy, trying to full-on cry.

“I think he’s hungry again. Plus, they brought us something to eat. I hate to wake you.”

“It’s fine babe, let me have him.”, you sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes.

Joseph handed him to you as you helped him use your left breast to feed this time, trying to keep them even.

“Do you feel like eating?”, Joseph asked you, easily.

You nodded.

You went between looking at your newborn baby and your husband. He was quickly trying to set up your tray. It was so adorable and heart-warming what he was doing for you. You hoped you and Joseph could go to bed soon after he called his mom and let her know Arthur had arrived safe and sound.

“There, love.”

“Thanks, babe. Now you eat.”, you eyed him as you took a bite of your mashed potatoes.

It literally tasted like the best thing you had to eat in days. You knew it was your hunger talking. Joseph laughed at you as he did what you said. You were always good at multi-tasking when Amelia was breastfeeding. Joseph thought you made it look so easy. By the time Arthur was finished eating, you were done too. Without asking Joseph, you scooted to the edge of your bed, finding your slippers. He hadn’t caught on to you yet. Man, you felt so sore.

Were you this sore with Amelia? You couldn’t remember. But looking down at your baby, reminding you that it was all worth it. You stood up easily in an attempt to locate the diaper bag and go ahead and change Arthur’s diaper and put him in a onesie.

“Love, what are you doing?”

“Getting our son a diaper and a onesie.”

“I would have done that.”, Joseph breathed as he immediately turned away from his dinner, making quick work of going over to the diaper bag and grabbing a diaper, wipes, and a onesie.

“Joe, I’m fine. I just had a baby, it’s not like I can’t walk over here.”, you pointed to him.

You understood he was just being helpful and protective of you which made your heart melt.

“I know, love. I’m just trying to be as helpful as I can.”, he smiled as you sat back down on the bed, him doing the same.

You laid Arthur down slowly. “And I appreciate it, babe. I really do. But you’ll be off for work and I’ll have a four-year-old and a newborn to manage.”

The thought terrified you slightly. Joseph could work wonders with Amelia when she was throwing a temper tantrum. She always listened to her daddy when she wouldn’t listen to anyone else. He had a way with her and it was truly amazing. You began undoing Arthur’s diaper and it was as if Joseph could read your mind.

“You’ll do amazing and if you need help, mom and dad are just a phone call away.”

You nodded softly before Arthur began to fuss, clearly not liking being exposed to the cool air. “Sorry baby, mommy knows it’s cold.”

You quickly changed his diaper before zipping his sleeper onesie up, and holding him in your arms.

“Love, you’ll do amazing. I just know you will.”

“I’m just nervous.”

“And it’s perfectly normal to feel that way.”, Joseph reassured you before he kissed your cheek. “And besides, I’m not going anywhere for a good month.”

That made you feel slightly better. He decided he was going to call his mom and let them know Arthur was here and everything was fine. You heard the phone ring twice before his mom picked up.

“Well dear, are we grandparents again?”, his mom asked.

He looked over at you before answering his mom. “Yes.”

His mom and dad cheered happily. “That’s awesome, how did things go? Is Y/N okay? How’s the baby?”

Joseph came over to sit down beside you again, taking you in his arms. “They went well. Y/N didn’t have any medicine. Did it all naturally. She’s doing perfectly. She fed the baby, eat, and took a small nap. She did so amazingly, mom. Our baby boy is perfect, eating well and getting ready to sleep.”

“Aw, that’s amazing, dear. We are so glad to hear it. Amelia’s awake. Do you all want to tell her?”

“Yeah, put her on the phone.”

You heard his mom yell for Amelia and you could hear her come running.

“Daddy? Mommy?”, you could hear the smile in her voice.

“Hey, princess. How’s daddy’s girl?”

“Missing you and mommy. Is mommy okay?”

Joseph squeezed your free hand, eyeing a sleeping Arthur. “Mommy’s fine. She’s holding your little brother.”

Amelia squealed, causing you and Joseph to laugh.

“Mommy loves and misses you Amelia.”, you smiled at Joseph.

“Love and miss you mommy.”

You all spent a few more minutes talking to her and Joseph’s mom and dad before they finally coaxed her off the phone and got ready for bed. They asked when you both were coming home but you didn’t know yet. Joseph finally got off the phone and prepared for bed. The nurses asked if you wanted them to take Arthur back to the nursery but you didn’t want him to go. He was fine in the room with you and Joseph.

You placed him in the small clear plastic bassinet from the nursery. You eyed him sleeping, watching his little chest fall up and down. It was so relieving just to see him sleeping. He was snoring and making small squeaking noises causing you to smile. Joseph admired you admiring your son. You felt his eyes on you, looking up at him.

“He’s so perfect. Just like Amelia.”, you eyed Joseph.

“He is. What can I say? We have two beautiful kids.”, Joseph smirked.

You smiled before you both shared a kiss.

You felt like you were only blinking your eyes shut before you woke up to Arthur crying. Joseph sat up with you, running his hands through his curly hair, wild from how deep he was trying to sleep. Arthur was hungry, demanding feedings. He was only making it every forty-five minutes to an hour. A few times were for diapers, but mostly it was to eat.

“What’s wrong baby?”, you cooed at him, tears on his cheeks from crying, however, your breast pacified him.

You wiped the tears easily from around his eyes, it making you want to cry yourself. Joseph sat beside of you as you let Arthur suck, hoping he would start going longer intervals between eating. You couldn’t really remember Amelia being as demanding, but you quickly reminded yourself no two children are the same. Joseph ran his hand through his son’s hair, smiling when he realized it was the same texture as his.

“He’s eating a lot.”, Joe sighed as he kissed your head.

“I know, I think that will subside after a few days.”, you sighed easily, yawning.

One thing you could brag on Joseph for was staying up during feedings. He always did when you breastfed Amelia. He’d get burp clothes, diapers, whatever you needed. It was nice that he was unlike most dads who could care less and went right back to sleep. It was refreshing and you knew you were a lucky girl.

“Is daddy’s little buddy hungry?”, Joseph baby talked to him, admiring him.

Arthur finally quit suckling and fell back to sleep, milk-drunk. You smiled easily as you kissed his head and laid him back down. Joseph and you kissed again before falling asleep. You were up and down every hour for the rest of the night like clockwork. When your nurse came in to check on you throughout the night, you felt (and were sure you looked) like death. Your bleeding was normal, Arthur was fine. Morning came and your eyes felt so heavy and tired. You made it to eat your breakfast before the pediatrician, Dr. Helms came in. He said everything looked great with Arthur and would see him in the office in three days after your discharge from the hospital.

Dr. Bennett came in next to check on you and give you the news that you would be discharged tomorrow. That meant another night away from Amelia. It was hard to be without her. Your heart felt full and happy that you had your rainbow baby but you missed your baby that first made you a mom.

A decision you had to make with Arthur that you didn’t with Amelia was to have him circumcised. They prepared to do that later in the evening. You dreaded even thinking about it but you and Joseph had talked it over. Arthur was adjusting to life outside the womb nicely by this point. Arthur slept a lot of the day when he wasn’t eating. His feedings were still every hour which was exhausting you. Joseph seemed to notice too.

Arthur opened his eyes as he suckled on your breast. Joseph chuckled, smiling. “He’s even got my eyes, too.”

You looked back at him. “Yes, isn’t it funny how I carried OUR babies for nine months and they both came out looking more like you?”

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, love. I can see you in Amelia and Arthur.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Barely. The boys will be all over Amelia.”

Joseph sighed, rubbing his brows. “Please don’t remind me.”

You giggled.

“Won’t be fun when Arthur starts dating girls.”, Joseph smirked back.

“Joe.”, you sighed, mirroring his reaction.

You both ended up laughing before sharing a kiss, reminding yourself that was several years away. You all called Joseph’s parents and talked to Amelia. They were all a little bummed out that you all were staying another night but expressed how excited they were for you all to come home tomorrow. You were so ready to be home with Arthur and Amelia. It was going to be interesting to see how Amelia would interact with her baby brother. You and Joseph hypothesized on it all night when you both were awake during Arthur’s feedings.

The next morning, Dr. Bennett came around early and explained she was putting your discharge orders in and you could go home soon. You both smiled at each other, excited to go home. Joseph offered to go get Arthur’s carrier and take some of the bags to the vehicle. While he was gone, you dressed Arthur in his white going-home outfit. It had his monogrammed initials AIQ and spelled his name, Arthur Isaac Quinn. It had a little hat to match. It was so adorable and you took this opportunity to snap several pictures of him.

Joseph came back in and helped you get dressed before you fed Arthur one last time before going home. The nurse brought your discharge papers in and you signed them. Joseph put Arthur in his carrier carefully. Arthur tried to cry, not a fan of being jarred around after getting his belly full of milk. You handed Joseph his pacifier, instantly soothing him. It was so cute to see him sucking on it and falling asleep. The nurse offered to wheel you out in a wheelchair, letting Joseph carry Arthur. You agreed.

Joseph had pulled your SUV around under the canopy. He buckled Arthur in first, easily a pro this time. After getting him in safely, he closed his door. You and Joseph thanked the nurse for everything as he helped you into the passenger side. You were sore, but it was completely worth it to have your baby boy. You peered in the back seat, hearing him snoring easily.

“We’re gonna go home and see big sister, nan, and granddad.”, you said softly.

Joseph climbed into the driver’s seat, kissing your cheek before pulling out. Arthur slept the entire ride home while you and Joe talked softly about how Amelia would interact with her baby brother. You continuously looked in the back seat, waiting for Arthur to wake up but he didn’t. You could hear him snoring lightly. Joe chuckled each time you looked back at him.

Before you knew it, you were pulling into your driveway. Joseph smiled as he shut off the car before helping you out of the car. He grabbed Arthur’s carrier out of the back, closing the door softly not to jar him out of his nap. As you all approached the porch, you noticed a sign with a stork dressed in a blue outfit on your door. It said ‘Welcome Home Baby Arthur’.

“Joe, look. That’s so cute.”, you pouted at him.

He smiled. “Yeah, mom and dad thought it’d be cute.”

“You knew?”

“Maybe.”, Joseph smirked before kissing your cheek.

Joseph used his free hand to wave at the window. Your eyes panned over to see your baby girl in the window, nose almost touching the glass. She was so eager to have you and Joseph home. She waved back eagerly at her dad. Before Joseph could drag out the house keys, his mom opened the door, wide eyes and a smile on her face.

“Welcome home! Let’s see our little grandson.”, his mom smiled.

“Just a minute, mom. Let me get him inside.”, Joseph laughed.

Joseph let you clear the door first, immediately met with a hug from his mom along with a congratulations.

“How are you feeling, dear?”

You smiled at her. “Elated and tired. He’s been eating almost every hour.”

Her face was sympathetic. “That’s the hardest, dear. It’ll get better. You are still glowing.”

You appreciated her compliment but you felt far from glowing. His dad hugged you just as Amelia ran past him.

“Daddy! Mommy!”

“Easy on mommy, princess.”, Joseph chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his legs, staring up at him with those brown eyes.

His eyes looked back down at her, warm and full of love.

“Okay, daddy. Where’s the baby?”

“He’s in here.”, Joe pointed to the carrier as she tried to peer around to get a glimpse of her little brother.

“Did you have a good time with nan and grandad?”, you asked her as she turned her attention from Arthur to you.

She nodded as you bent down to hug her, wincing easily. She kissed your cheek before returning her attention to her daddy and little brother.

“Daddy, I wanna see him.”

“Okay, love. Go sit on the couch and me, mommy, nan, and grandad will bring him over there.”

You watched her trot off to the living room as if she was on top of the world. Joseph’s mom and dad smiled as you all went over to the living room. Joseph sat the carrier on the sofa, letting his mom and dad view him first.

“Look at him. He looks just like Joseph did when he was born, doesn’t he?”, his mom turned to his dad.

His dad nodded. “Most definitely. Can’t deny him, Joe.”

Joseph chuckled. “That’s what Y/N tells me, dad.”

“He’s adorable. Absolutely precious. Worth those nine months of waiting.”, his mom beamed.

“Daddy.”, Amelia interjected, pouting causing you all to eye her.

“Yes, princess?”

“Can I see him?”, she crossed her arms.

“Yes, princess. Let mommy sit down beside of you and she’ll help you hold him, okay?”

“Okay.”

You sat down beside Amelia, kissing her head before running a hand through her loose curls. She was Joseph made over. Bathtime with her was always an adventure. You had to buy several special hair products for kids with curly hair, something you weren’t exactly used to dealing with. Her curls would tangle something terrible if you didn’t. Trial and error, you had learned. When Joe was home, she liked for her daddy to brush her hair even though Joe was scared to death he would hurt her. He didn’t. She’d sit comfortably and calmly while he did it.

She was usually irritable when her daddy wasn’t home when it came to bath time and brushing her curls out before bed. You almost dreaded it.

Joseph easily got Arthur out of his carrier, causing him to stretch and squeak slightly. It tugged at your heartstrings.

“Hey, buddy. Wanna meet your big sister, Amelia?”, Joe kissed his head as he easily handed him to you.

“Amelia, meet your baby brother, Arthur Isaac Quinn.”, you smiled at her, holding him in your arms, close for her to see him.

“What a cute name. Perfect for him.”, his mom beamed at his dad.

You and Joseph had decided to reveal his name once you all arrived home with him. His parents loved the element of surprise. Amelia eyed her little brother.

“Hi, Arthur. I’m Amelia, your sissy.”, she giggled.

He stretched, yawning and opening his eyes. “Say hi Amelia.”, you baby talked to him.

“Gosh, he’s got those little chocolate button eyes—just like Joseph and Amelia.”

You looked up at his mom, laughing. “He does.”

“Mommy, let me hold him.”

“Okay, Amelia. Just sit back against the couch and hold your arms out.”, you instructed her.

She did just as you said. Joseph smiled, a proud daddy, beaming at both of his children. You easily put him partially in her arms, cradling his head carefully. She beamed down at him, before smiling up at all of you like it was Christmas. Joseph pulled his cell phone out, instantly snapping pictures of this adorable moment. A year ago, this moment seemed so far away but now it was here and you thanked God for it.

Everything was fine until Arthur began fussing, his little face turning red.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“It’s okay, honey. He’s just hungry.”, you eyed her, carefully scooping him back up in your arms, before leaning back against the couch.

Joseph immediately began looking for your boppy pillow before finding it on the loveseat. “Here, love. Let me help you.”

You lifted Arthur up easily enough for Joseph to slide the pillow under him before you easily pulled your shirt up and unlatched your maternity bra, letting him begin to eat. Amelia was somber in her expression as she hopped down from the couch, hightailing it up the stairs. Joe eyed her, visibly concerned.

“He made it slightly over an hour.”, Joseph said optimistically as he sat down beside of you, admiring you and his newborn son.

You nodded as you let him eat, glad to finally be home.

“We’ll start dinner. Anything specific in mind?”, his mom asked.

You shook your head. “You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s nothing, dear. Just feed him. We’ve got this, don’t we hun?”

“Of course.”, his dad reassured you both.

They walked into the kitchen, attempting to give you both some privacy and alone time. His mom could imagine you were overwhelmed. Bringing home a new baby was difficult. She knew from experience. Especially when you have other children. Joseph had two sisters.

“I’m gonna go check on Amelia, love. Is that okay?”

You smiled softly, helping Arthur latch on a little more comfortably. “Sure, go ahead babe.”

He was so worried about Amelia. It was so adorable that he was such a caring father. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before ascending up the stairs. Joseph peeped through the crack in her bedroom door. It sounded as if she had been crying, which instantly broke his heart. He loved his baby girl with all his heart. She was the one who first made him a father.

He easily knocked on her door. “Amelia, it’s daddy. Can I come in?”

“No, go away.”, she said softly.

That shattered his heart into a thousand pieces. He was visibly wounded at the fact she was rejecting him.

“Princess, what’s wrong?”, his voice, soft and trying not to crack in the process.

No answer. Joe pushed her door open, slightly further. “Amelia.”

She looked at her daddy, tears in her brown eyes. She sniffled, rubbing her nose on her sleeve. “What?”

He sighed, sitting down on the bed beside her as she turned away from him and she crossed her arms. Her hair was shoulder length, with beautiful curls cascading down. She reminded Jospeh a lot of his sisters.

“What’s wrong, Amelia? Can you tell daddy?”

She shook her head, pouting. The same one you told Joseph she copied directly from him. He tried to fight back a chuckle.

“Please. Daddy and mommy can’t fix it if you don’t tell us.”

“I don’t want Arthur.”

Joseph’s face was puzzled, confused. She had been so excited to have a baby brother. He was all she talked about the days leading up to you having the baby.

“Why don’t you want your baby brother?”

“He doesn’t like me.”

Joseph’s face lightened. “Love, it’s not that he doesn’t like you. He was very hungry. He’s kept mommy awake almost every hour while we were in the hospital. He’s just a baby.”

She ignored Joseph, looking down at her hands.

“He’s new to the world. He’s just trying to adjust to everything. He loves you, you’re his big sister.”

She scoffed as she jumped off her bed, grabbing her suitcase. “I’m going with nan and grandad”

“Amelia.”, Joseph’s tone turned slightly firm. “Come here.”

This was very unlike Amelia. She was not one to act out or become frustrated. She was a very happy, go-lucky child. She turned to face her daddy, slowly walking towards him with a pouty expression on her face, a tear sliding down her cheek. He leaned up, instantly wiping her tear away.

“Me and mommy love you very much. We love you and your brother equally. We just have to show him a little more attention at times where he’s little. Okay?”

She nodded.

“Come here, baby.”, he cooed at her, her instantly falling into her daddy’s arms.

“How about tomorrow if mommy feels okay, we go out for lunch and ice cream. Maybe go to the park?”

She instantly smiled and nodded.

He kissed her head gently. Before you knew it, he was carrying Amelia back down the stairs. Arthur was asleep in your arms. You felt tired yourself but were doing your best to stay up until at least after dinner. Joseph let her down gently, and she rushed over to the couch to see her baby brother.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I see him?”

You nodded. “Yes, just be easy and don’t wake him up. He’s very tired.”

She nodded as she sat beside you, leaning over on you to admire her baby brother. Joseph sat down on the other side of you, admiring his family. This was more than he could have ever asked for. Dinner finished shortly after, you laying Arthur down in his bassinet made into his pack-n-play. Joseph’s mom and dad had bought you all the ones that converted as the baby grew. You were so hungry and Dr. Bennett reminded you to make sure you ate and drank adequately to help increase your milk supply.

Joseph’s mom and dad asked if you needed them to stay another night to make sure you all were settled. You all appreciated it but told them to go home and rest. You and Joseph got Amelia ready for bed. Arthur started crying from your bedroom. He was in his bassinet on your side of the bed. You gave Joseph a sympathetic look as you kissed Amelia goodnight, rushing to tend to her baby brother.

You felt guilty, already feeling like you were neglecting Amelia. You sat on the edge of your all’s bed easily, scooping Arthur out of the bassinet. You decided to go ahead and change his diaper before feeding him before bed. He was making it about every hour and a half now, a little improvement from when he was first born. After zipping up his sleeper, you scooted up to the head of the bed, resting him on the boppy pillow, helping him latch and begin suckling, You heard Joseph telling Amelia goodnight and turning off her light.

Just seconds passed before he was turning out the overhead light, leaving a small lamp on in your all’s bedroom.

“Hungry again?”, he chuckled.

You nodded. “I changed his diaper already, so hopefully after this, we can get a little sleep.”

Joseph took another look at him before eyeing you. “Love, do you think I could take Amelia out for lunch and ice cream? Maybe go to the park? She was kinda upset earlier, feeling like Arthur didn’t like her. Do you feel comfortable staying home alone for a few hours or do I need to call mom?”

You looked over at Joe. “I think I can make it. I feel like I’m neglecting Amelia. Maybe it’ll be good for her to spend a day with you.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded before kissing him. “You’re such a good daddy.”

He blushed, chuckling. “You mean it?”

“Of course. Do you want to go on to bed while I finish feeding Arthur? He should be done soon, he’s slowing down sucking so hard.”

You both shared a kiss, careful not to jar an eating Arthur.

“No, love. I’ll stay up with you. It’s okay.”

You both kissed again. About fifteen more minutes passed and Arthur let your nipple fall out of his mouth, a sign he was finally finished eating. You fixed your gown as you and Joe placed kisses on his head before you laid him down in his bassinet. Joe grabbed the lamp, turning it off before you both exchanged goodnight kisses. Every moment of sleep you all could get was valuable.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of Arthur’s cries. Joseph jarred in his sleep beside you, stretching and groaning softly into his pillow. He easily reached over to turn on the lamp as you sat up and prepared to feed Arthur again, this time on the opposite breast.

“What time is it?”, you asked softly, attempting to wake up as you tried to help Arthur latch.

“Eleven-thirty-seven.”, Joseph yawned, responding softly.

“Babe.”, you whined softly.

“Yes, love?”

“I can’t get him latched.”

Joseph leaned over, half asleep himself, attempting to assist you. You felt Arthur finally latch, beginning to suck.

“Thanks, babe.”

“You’re welcome, love.”

You had propped pillows behind you for these late-night feedings. You leaned back softly against the pillows, closing your eyes. You’d just close them.

“Love?”

“Hmm?”, you hummed, already trying to fall back asleep.

“Come here, love.”, he offered to take you in his arms.

You opened your eyes groggily, scooting over towards Joseph. You laid your head over on his chest as he wrapped one arm around you and used his other arm to help support Arthur. He chuckled softly, watching your eyes close. He watched your chest rise and fall easily, a sign you were sleeping well. Arthur was still eating. Joseph admired you both, wondering how he got lucky enough to have this life.

Arthur finally fell asleep, he was finished eating. Joseph carefully lifted him in his arms before fixing your gown and easily shaking you awake. You realized Arthur was finished eating and slumped down in bed.

“Sorry I fell—asleep”, you mumbled.

“It’s fine, love. Goodnight love you.”

“Love—you.”

You didn’t feel Joseph get out of bed to place Arthur back in his bassinet. Arthur yawned, squeaking and stretching before settling back down into his deep slumber. Joseph yawned returning to his side of the bed, turning the lamp out, and falling asleep easily. You all repeated the same routine every hour and a half for the rest of the night, completely exhausting you. Joseph got up first, letting you sleep in.

You turned over in bed, Arthur lightly snoring as he cleared past the bed. He closed the door up easily, careful not to close it entirely as he slipped out the door. He easily padded down the steps before going to the kitchen. He began pulling ingredients out of the cabinets and refrigerator. He was going to make French toast for you for breakfast, a small token of his appreciation and love for you.

Amelia came bouncing down the stairs, startling him slightly.

“Hi, daddy.”

“Good morning, princess. Did you sleep well?”, he asked.

She nodded.

“Good, I’m very glad.”, he chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“Are we going to the park?”

He nodded. “Yes, as long as mommy still feels good enough.”

She nodded. She took a seat at the kitchen table, climbing into her booster seat. It wasn’t a few minutes until you walked down the stairs in your robe, holding Arthur in your arms. He was awake, trying to fuss. He was ready to eat again. You sat down in the living room.

“Baby, are you okay? Do you need any help?”, he asked.

“Nope.”

Your reply was short, something he wasn’t used to. Amelia eyed him carefully. He continued making breakfast, hearing Arthur fuss and you sighed loudly.

“Arthur, baby, mommy’s trying here. I really am.”, your voice cracked.

Joe figured this was a bad time to ask you if you still felt up for him and Amelia going out.

“Love, do you need me?”, he asked again, praying you wouldn’t snap at him.

“No.”, your voice was soft, near tears.

Joseph abandoned breakfast for the moment, walking into the living room. You had tears in your eyes as Arthur had finally latched and was eating. You sniffled, wiping the tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes your free hand. Joseph sat down beside you, not saying anything. You were doing your best not to feel completely overwhelmed.

“I’m so sorry, love.”

“It’s okay, Joe. It’s not your fault. I just feel so tired.”, you rubbed your forehead.

“Do you want me to stay home today?”

“No, go ahead with Amelia. She’s really looking forward to it.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I’ll be fine, I didn’t mean to be so dry earlier.”

“You deserve to be a little irritable, love. You’ve been going practically nonstop since Arthur was born.”, Joe kissed you.

Arthur finally went down for a nap while you all shared breakfast, reminiscent of the time before Arthur was born. Amelia was in a better mood today and you were thankful. You couldn’t take seeing her sad. It’d do you in today. It was nearing twelve in the afternoon when Joseph came downstairs in his jeans, a button-up, sneakers, and a baseball cap. Amelia bounced down the stairs behind him. You held Arthur, sitting on the couch.

“We’re going to eat and go the park, dear.”, Joseph leaned down, kissing you.

“Alright, have fun. Be safe. I love you both.”, you kissed Amelia’s head as she hugged you, careful with her baby brother.

“Love you mommy.”

Joseph and Amelia were gone right after that, the house quiet except for the television playing softly. You looked down at your baby boy. These days would past fast and before you’d know it, he’d be four years old and Amelia would be eight years old. Time would fly and you tired to remind yourself to take everything one day at a time.

Joseph eyed Amelia in the backseat through the rearview mirror as he drove to the park first.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Can we listen to my favorite princess song?”

“Which one?”, Joseph asked, noting Amelia had several “favorite ones.”

“From Frozen.”

Joseph chuckled. “Love Is an Open Door?”

Even though Hans was a bad guy, Amelia still loved the song and loved when she and her daddy sang it together. Joseph taking Hans part respectively, causing you to giggle on several occasions in the past. Joseph smiled just thinking about how you giggled when he sang it. Joseph put it on at the next red light, and Amelia instantly began to dance to the music. Joseph cleared his throat, gearing up to sing his part. The music began and going down the road, he and Amelia began belting their parts out.

Joseph became very theatrical with his expressions while singing Hans’ part, causing Amelia to laugh. After repeating the song several times (and Joseph questioning his sanity), he and Amelia arrived at the park. He opened up the door, letting her out as he went to find a bench, letting her play on the playground for a few minutes. She’d eventually want to swing and would ask him to push. He smiled, carefully keeping his eyes on his little brown-haired, brown-eyed girl.

Amelia made friends easily. Joseph hoped she’d do well in preschool. The thought of leaving her alone on her first day of preschool made him feel nervous and sick. He watched her on the playground, beginning to play with another little girl and a little boy. He knew in the back of his mind, she’d grow up in the blink of an eye, even though he didn’t want to admit it. It was like yesterday you all just brought her home, first-time parents, and felt like you had no idea what you both were doing.

“Daddy!”, Amelia ran over to Joseph, out of breath.

“Yes, love?”

“Swings, come on.”, she grabbed his hand, attempting to tug him to follow her.

“Alright, alright, honey. Daddy’s coming.”, Joseph chuckled.

He stepped through the mulch on the playground to the swings, and Amelia instantly placed herself in the swing.

“Hold on tight, okay?”, Joseph told her, beginning to push the swing, gaining momentum.

She nodded.

He pushed her, and each time he got her a little higher, she began laughing. It instantly brought a smile to his face.

“Higher, daddy! Higher!”, she giggled.

Joseph gave in to her request. This went on for a few minutes before Amelia finally complained she was hungry and ready to eat. The next stop was her favorite restaurant in town, which was locally owned. Amelia’s favorite thing was very American—a cheeseburger and fries. Amelia sat across from her daddy, eyeing the menu in front of her. She hummed as if she was pondering something different, causing Joe to laugh.

“What do you want, Amelia?”

“Hmmm.”

Joseph cocked his eyebrow, actually wondering if she would choose something different.

“Cheeseburger and fries, daddy.”

Amelia was very proficient in talking to you both. You all had baby-talked her at times, however, you all talked in normal tones around her, causing her to pick it up easily.

“Alright, princess.”

Joseph and Amelia ordered their food, Joseph asking her simple questions. He had missed really spending one on one time with her. Joseph helped Amelia by cutting her burger into fourths, making it more manageable for her to eat. He chuckled at her, watching his baby girl eat. She giggled the small laugh that made his heart swell with pride. You adored Amelia’s personality, telling Joseph she favored him with her kindness and easy-going attitude. He could see it, for sure. It was amazing to think he helped create her, she was part of him.

Amelia ate a good amount for her age, half of her burger and all but three fries. Joseph was satisfied, finishing his lunch.

“Daddy, I’m full.”, she patted her belly, causing him to almost spit his water out.

“Okay, princess. Are you ready to go get ice cream? Then we need to make a stop at Target for mommy.”

“Yes, daddy.”, she nodded.

Joseph packed up her leftovers before paying and leaving the restaurant. He took Amelia to get ice cream. She opted for strawberry. Joseph got vanilla. They sat outside on the patio, it still a warm fall evening. Amelia licked her ice cream, getting it on her nose. She got some on her clothes, but Joseph didn’t stress it too much. You were amazing with laundry—getting some of the hardest stains out.

“Have you had a good day with daddy?”, Joseph asked Amelia, taking a bite out of his ice cream cone.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good, princess. I’m very glad.”

“I love you, daddy.”

“I love you, princess.”

Amelia was rubbing her eyes as she and Joseph pulled into Target. Joseph eyed the clock in the car, realizing Amelia had missed her nap time today. He promised her he was going in for one thing and then they could go home. Joseph held Amelia’s hand as they entered Target. Joseph hoped he was incognito enough to avoid fans or a crowd. He didn’t particularly want to expose Amelia to that right yet. So far, so good.

Joseph led her to the baby section, noting it probably couldn’t hurt to get Arthur some more diapers while he was there. He grabbed some newborn diapers, and wipes, and finally had to ask a sales associate where the last item was on his list—one that would help you out immensely. He thanked the sales associate before picking out the best of the best for you. A smile was spread across his cheeks as he headed for the register, however, Amelia was sidetracked by the fluffy, Squishmallows.

“Daddy.”, she whined easily, leading him over to the bin.

“Don’t you have enough stuffed animals?”

“No.”

Joseph laughed. “I think mommy would disagree.”

“Daddy, please. Mr. Octo needs a friend.”

Joseph sighed as Amelia did her perfect puppy dog eyes, getting him right where she wanted him. He was wrapped around his fingers. How could he say no? He didn’t exactly have a great track record.

“Fine. One. We need to get home to mommy and Arthur.”

She grabbed the hamburger, causing him to laugh. He wasted no time in checking out, ready to see you and Arthur. You all had exchanged some texts but very few and he was worried about you. He loaded the stuff in the car before buckling Amelia in, her hugging her new hamburger Squishmallow tightly. The drive home wasn’t too far, thankfully.

“Love, we’re home!”, Joseph announced.

No answer.

“Love?”, Joseph asked, instantly becoming worried.

He peered into the kitchen. You weren’t there. He peeped into the living room, instantly feeling relief as he noticed you on the couch, feet propped up on the ottoman and asleep against the arm of the couch, Arthur in your arms. He was sleeping so well, snoring lightly. Joseph took a sigh of relief, going over to kiss you on the cheek, causing you to stir slightly.

“Joe?”, you opened your eyes, trying to refocus on him. “Oh crap I fell asleep with Arthur in my arms.”, you panicked lightly.

Joseph smiled. “He’s sleeping really well. You both looked comfortable. I hated to wake you up, just wanted to let you know we’re home.”

“I could have sworn I just closed my eyes.”

You and Joseph shared a kiss, causing you both to smile at one another.

“Mommy, look what daddy got me!”, Amelia chimed in, showing you her hamburger Squishmallow.

“A hamburger. How cute.”, you smiled as she came over to you, allowing you to bend down and kiss her on the cheek.

Amelia sat down on the floor, admiring her new stuffed animal.

“I got Arthur some more diapers and wipes. Can never have too many.”, Joseph smiled as he sat down beside you.

“Very true, we were getting kinda low.”, you smiled, before your tone became slightly more serious. “You’re an amazing husband and father, you know that?”

Joseph blushed, looking down before looking back at you. “Well, I didn’t forget you either. I know you’ve been so exhausted where Arthur is feeding so much so I got you something to make life a little easier.”

You laughed, surprised. “Okay?”

“Here, love.”, Joseph handed you a Target bag.

“Will you hold Arthur just a minute since you’re so eager for me to open this.”, you smiled, Joseph outstretching his arms while you carefully laid Arthur in his arms.

Jospeh looked down, admiring his son. He was already growing just in the few days you all had him home. He stretched easily, making a small squeaking noise.

“Sorry buddy. Mommy and daddy had to switch. Daddy’s got you now.”, Joseph kissed his head.

You felt Joseph’s eyes on you as you opened the bag, pulling the large square box out. Your face lit up in response like it was Christmas.

“A breast pump? Oh my God, I love you.”, you scooted over to him, hugging him as best you could without disrupting your sleeping baby boy.

Joseph chuckled. “I thought you’d like it. It’s supposed to be the best one—only the best for my love.”

You smiled, tears pooling in your eyes. You were still highly emotional even though you weren’t pregnant anymore. The hormones were still there, fading slightly. “I love you, Joe.”

“I love you, baby. Plus, I can help you with the feedings and you can sleep some more. And it gives me a chance to bond with Arthur.”

You pouted before smiling. “Joe, you didn’t have to do this—you don’t have to do all that. I’m his mommy. It’s my job.”

Joseph scoffed playfully. “Love, it’s fine. I want to do this.”

You and Joseph shared a soft kiss before you immediately went to grab scissors to open the box and immediately start putting it to good use. You had just fed Arthur about thirty minutes ago, so this was the perfect time to pump. You read over the instructions, Joseph attempting to help you with it. Amelia wanted to watch tv, so Joseph turned on Bluey, one of her favorite shows at the moment. She lay on the couch with her hamburger Squishmallow. Joseph went and got her some milk in a cup you all had bought from Target that came with a training lid just so she wouldn’t spill and make a huge mess—a step up from the sippy cup as she was getting older.

Joseph handed Amelia her milk before she gave him and kiss on his cheek. You eyed Joseph, beginning to laugh as you got the pumps on your breasts.

“Don’t make fun of me.”, you smirked.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, love. So how many can we put in the fridge versus freezing?”, he asked, taking a seat beside you.

“I think we should keep a few in the fridge. They can last up to four days while freezing them can last up to six months.”

“Yeah, a few in the fridge would probably be a good idea as often as he’s feeding.”, Joseph agreed.

In no time, you had filled up your pumps, Joseph grabbing the breast milk storage bags. Yes, being a mother wasn’t always glamorous but Joseph was really a trooper. Nothing got to him—even when Amelia had the stomach bug. It really surprised you. You easily poured them into the storage bags, slightly disappointed with your first pumping. Only about five ounces from both your breasts combined. You would need to pump at least four to five more times before you all went to bed if possible.

“You know I read that pumps don’t drain breasts as efficiently as babies do.”, Joe stated, trying to cheer you up.

“I’ll try to pump again before bed. And we’ll see how tonight goes.”

You and Joseph had gotten bottles at your baby shower. Another hour passed and Arthur woke up hungry and needed a diaper change. You grabbed him from the pack-n-play bassinet Joseph’s mom and dad had got you all. Amelia was glued to the television, only peeling her eyes off when you got her crying baby brother. You brought him over to the couch, grabbed a diaper, and prepared to breastfeed him again.

Joseph offered to go ahead and start dinner which sounded amazing. You changed Arthur, hearing Joseph begin clinking and clanking dishes. He had become Mr. Mom. It was quite cute, causing you to giggle. You finished changing Arthur, immediately moving to breastfeed him, saving what you pumped for bedtime. Joseph put it in the fridge.

“Mommy, I want over there.”, Amelia pointed to the couch.

You nodded. “Come on, baby.”

You sat there, Amelia leaning against you and holding her hamburger Squishmallow while breastfeeding her baby brother.

“Did you and daddy have fun today?”

She nodded. “I eat a cheeseburger.”

“Did you?”

She nodded. “And strawberry ice cream.”

“Sounds like daddy spoiled you.”, you smirked.

She nodded, showing her little teeth. She had Joseph’s teeth. Mostly everything was a complete derivative of him. Joseph eventually finished dinner about the time Arthur finished feeding. After dinner, Joseph helped get Amelia ready for a bath while you fed Arthur, preparing to give him his first bath at home before you all went to bed. The nurse advised bathing him before feeding or about an hour after so you and Joseph had a small window to bathe him.

You held Arthur as you peeped into Amelia’s room, finding her sitting on the bed and Joseph behind her, trying to brush her hair out. He sprayed the product you had gotten for the curls in her hair, trying to work the brush carefully through her hair. She didn’t wince or say ouch like she did when you attempted to brush her hair out.

“Is daddy hurting you?”

“No, daddy.”

“Okay, just tell daddy if he brushes too hard or it hurts, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

Joseph continued to brush through Amelia’s curly brown hair and you just eyed her and him, taking this moment in. Arthur slept quietly in your arms. Your entire life was complete. Your babies and Joseph.

“Hey, love. Didn’t see you standing there.”

“I fed Arthur about fifty minutes ago, so our window is kinda closing.”

“I’ll be right there, love. I promise.”

“Arthur has to bath too?”

“Yes, this will be the first one baby.”, you smiled at Amelia.

Joseph was nearing the end of brushing Amelia’s hair. “Tell mommy and Arthur goodnight.”

You came over and sat on the bed beside her, holding Arthur down slightly for her to get a better view of him.

“Goodnight Arthur. Love you.”, she kissed his head, causing him to squirm and stretch, sticking his tongue out of his mouth, reminding you of Joseph.

“We love you sissy. Goodnight baby. See you in the morning.”, you kissed Amelia as she hugged you tight.

You left her room, going back into your bedroom. In the bathroom, you had the baby soap, a soft washcloth, and a baby towel ready for Arthur’s first bath. You easily laid him on the bed, stripping his onesie, instantly causing him to become agitated and red in the face. You sighed, trying to prepare yourself for your angry baby boy.

“Mommy’s sorry Arthur. So sorry baby. Mommy and daddy gotta give you a bath.”

You were in your silk nightgown. Joseph came through the bedroom door, closing it quietly.

“Get Amelia in bed?”, you asked as Arthur’s cries intensified.

“Yeah, hamburger and all.”, he joked, instantly stripping his shirt.

You bit your lip as you eyed his chest, trying to shove the naughty thoughts out of your head. He was just left in his pajama pants. You scooped Arthur up and you both headed to the bathroom. You had turned the space heater on for a little while to warm the bathroom up. Arthur cried, you rocking him as Joseph started running the sink water, making sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold. You decided to be safe and leave his diaper on right before putting him under the water.

You easily handed him off to Joseph. Joseph outstretched one arm to support his head with his hand and his back against his forearm. Joseph was careful to keep a safe hold on him as you undid his diaper, easily tossing it in the trashcan. Joseph began sprinkling water on Arthur to acclimate him to the sensation and temperature of the water. Arthur was trying to fuss, but it ceased, and his eyes opened. They were brown and watery, causing you to pout.

“Sorry, buddy. Mommy and daddy’s bathing you. You don’t like it, do you? Hmmm?”, Jospeh hummed in a soft tone, looking directly at your baby boy.

His face was still crinkled with disgust, visibly showing his emotions and just how much he hated what you all were putting him through.

“Joe, he’s so mad.”, you pouted, running a hand through his little head of hair.

“I know. My baby boy is so mad, aren’t you?”, he cooed at him while smiling, causing your heart to flutter and your ovaries to ache.

At that moment, you would have pondered having just one more baby with him. But quickly reminded yourself two was your all’s magic number. That conversation would be saved for another time. Arthur’s cries brought you back to reality. You squirted a very small amount of shampoo into your hands, beginning to brush it through Arthur’s hair, sticking it up like a little mohawk, causing you and Joseph to laugh as his cries softened.

“Mommy’s little boy. I promise after this, we’ll get you all warm and you can eat before you sleep.”, you smiled, rinsing his hair lightly, keeping the shampoo out of his eyes.

Joseph had already washed Arthur with the washcloth, he rinsed him easily, Arthur’s lips trembling. Your heart wanted to break into a thousand pieces. You grabbed the towel, ready to take him into your arms, holding it out. Joseph sprinkled water on him one last time before he was satisfied, easily handing him to you.

“Daddy’s so sorry, buddy. It’s over now.”, Joseph kissed his head as you wrapped him into the towel, rocking him easily in an attempt to keep him from crying loudly.

You held him for a minute, just taking this moment in. It brought you back to Amelia’s first bath time, you and Joseph nervous as could be. You were sure you saw him hold his breath on multiple occasions, worrying about his little girl. It was adorable and you constantly reassured him, hoping it would also ease your worries. You walked out to the bedroom, Joseph following behind. You laid Arthur on the bed easily, taking the towel and drying him off additionally, making sure he wouldn’t be too cold.

Joseph grabbed his sleeper and diaper to help you out. You put his diaper on quickly, Arthur eyeing you both. You smiled at him, Joseph smiling behind you. Arthur was settled at the moment, however, within a few minutes, you knew he’d want to eat. Ten minutes later, your assumption was correct. Arthur began trying to fuss, and you immediately began to feed him.

“You didn’t want me to do it this time?”, Joe asked, almost hurt.

“It’s not like that babe, I just figured I’d go ahead and breastfeed him before bed.”

“Okay, but the first time he wakes up, I’m gonna try to feed him.”, Joe smirked, getting in bed in just his boxers.

“Okay, babe. I love you.”, you giggled.

“I love you too, baby.”, he leaned over and kissed you.

Arthur finished up eating in about twenty-five minutes before you put him in his bassinet, you and Joseph fell asleep almost immediately after. Having a newborn and a four-year-old wasn’t for the faint of heart. You both were exhausted. It was hard. Two hours passed and like clockwork, Arthur began to cry. Your eyes shot open but you felt Joseph sit straight up in the bed.

You began to sit up, used to the routine of feeding your son.

“I’ve got this, love. I promise. Just go back to sleep.”, Joseph leaned over and kissed you.

“Are you sure?”, you yawned, barely pronouncing the words with a slight slur.

“Yes, I’ll be right back.”

You felt his weight leave the bed. You heard him take the stairs quickly. You were in and out of consciousness, trying to fall back to sleep. You were fighting it, trying to open your eyes as Joseph entered back into the bedroom, a bottle in his hand.

“Shhhh buddy, it’s okay. Daddy’s got you this time, mommy needs some more sleep. She’s so tired. She’s done so well taking care of you, hasn’t she?”

Arthur looked up at Joseph, trying to cry. He was visibly looking for a nipple, preferably yours, trying his best to find it, visibly getting frustrated, making him cry harder and louder and for you to eye Joe. You wanted to bust out laughing, wondering if you were delusional from exhaustion or dreaming. Arthur was trying to latch to Joe, visibly and audibly becoming frustrated.

“Sorry buddy, daddy’s doesn’t work like mommy’s. Let’s try this instead, hmm?”, Joseph spoke, chuckling as he brought the bottle to his mouth.

The bottles were supposed to be very close to a nipple. That’s when you began to doze off again, hearing Arthur suck on his bottle. You finally felt confident and not as worried about your baby boy eating, knowing he was in good hands.

“See? Now, you and daddy can spend some time together and let mommy get her rest. Not so bad.”

Joseph cradled him in his arms, running a finger over his cheek. His baby skin was so soft, causing him to smile. It was amazing to think that you both had created him. He remembered a time when you both were so down and disheartened, thinking you’d never have another baby to hold in your arms. Now, you did. Arthur sucked, closing his eyes. Joseph sighed a sigh of relief, satisfied in the fact you and his baby boy were taken care of.

Joseph admired his baby boy eating, his heart feeling full. Joe sighed a sigh of relief. About thirty minutes passed and Arthur’s bottle was empty. He had fallen asleep, letting the nipple of the bottle fall out of his mouth with a soft pop. Joseph chuckled to himself, placing the empty bottle on the bedside table, and bringing Arthur closer to him. He relaxed in bed, laying Arthur on his chest. Arthur stretched slightly, yawning and squeaking as he settled back down into his daddy’s arms. Joseph stayed awake for two more hours just admiring his son.

Everyone agreed Arthur favored Joe a lot, however, the more attention Joe paid to Arthur he began noticing small things he got from you. During those two hours, Arthur woke up for another feeding, causing Joe to get up and take his fussy baby boy downstairs with him to grab another bottle.

“Shhh, it’s okay buddy. Daddy’s got this.”, he soothed Arthur, finally grabbing the bottle and sticking it in his mouth, before he quit crying. Joseph carefully walked back up the stairs. You were dead asleep, lightly snoring. Joseph smirked, carefully sinking back down into your all’s bed. He yawned, finally feeling tired while Arthur had his bottle. Joseph was oblivious, Arthur sucking the bottle dry and becoming irritable, rejecting the nipple and beginning to cry.

“Oh no. No no no no, was it not enough, buddy?”, Joe whispered, silently freaking out.

He knew you were going to wake up if Arthur continued to cry. Before he had a chance to think much further, you rolled over in bed, facing him. You rubbed your eyes quickly and sat up.

“Babe, is he crying?”, you asked softly and slowly, trying to gain your footing.

“Yes, darling. I’m so sorry. There wasn’t enough milk.”

“It’s okay, Joe. I promise. These few hours of sleep have helped me so much. You just don’t know how much I love and appreciate you.”, you smiled, reaching your arms out for your baby.

Joe handed him to you carefully. You kissed his head easily before finally satisfying him. Joseph eyed you both, his brown eyes warm.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t finish it, love.”

“It’s fine, Joe. I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”, he leaned over to kiss you.

The next few weeks, you both continued to adjust to being parents of a newborn and a four- year- old. It came with its challenges, Amelia was starting preschool in just a couple of days. She was excited or at least she seemed to be. You promised her you all would take her school shopping to pick out her backpack, lunchbox, and some clothes. It would be your first family outing since the baby was born. It made you a little nervous to attempt this. You were dressed in leggings and a baby doll top, a step up from your sweatpants. You put makeup on for the first time in weeks, finally starting to feel a little like yourself.

You dressed Arthur in a onesie with an A embroidered on it. You fed him before you all left, hoping that would last him long enough to go shopping. He was able to go a little longer between his feedings, helping you and Joe out quite a bit.

“Amelia, are you ready?”, you asked, loudly.

“Yes, mommy.”, she came around the corner, holding her hamburger Squishmallow.

“Do we have to take Mr. Hamburger?”, you asked, referring to her stuffed animal with the nickname she had given him.

“Yes.”, she smiled.

Joe came downstairs with the diaper bag, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt with a baseball cap. Was this becoming his signature dad look? The thought caused you to laugh.

“Are my girls and my baby boy ready to go?”, he asked, quickly.

“Yes, daddy.”, Amelia answered for you before you could even open your mouth.

Joseph went to the kitchen to grab some pacifiers for Arthur. Arthur loved his pacifiers unlike Amelia who didn’t care for them hardly at all. You put Arthur in his carrier, Joe grabbing it and the diaper bag, giving you a break. You helped Amelia in the car as Joseph buckled Arthur in, making sure he was safe and secure. Satisfied they were both buckled in safely, you both got in the front, ready to attempt this adventure.

Joseph held your hand all the way to Target. It was very endearing. Even though you and Joe had been married almost four years, he never stopped dating you and doing small things to show you he loved you. He’d bring roses home randomly or have them delivered if he knew you were having a rough day with Amelia. It was the small things that meant so much to you. You had every card from every arrangement of flowers he sent you in a box in your closet. You’d look at them sometimes and read them when you couldn’t sleep at night because you missed Joe so much. He didn’t know that.

You arrived at Target, looking at Joe as if to say: Are we really doing this? He leaned over and kissed you before you both got out, helping unbuckle each kid. Amelia bounced out of your SUV, Joseph grabbing her hand and carrying Arthur’s carrier with his other. He made it look easy, however, when you tried to carry his carrier, it was heavy and difficult to maneuver. You dreaded grocery store runs when Joe was out of town.

You grabbed a shopping cart, the least you could do since Joe was doing the heavy lifting. You all immediately headed for the school supplies, grabbing Amelia some crayons and a few other small things that were on her supply list. She picked out a cute case with butterflies to keep her crayons in. Joseph smirked at you as she bounced around, enamored with everything.

“Princess, we need you to pick out a backpack and lunchbox.”, Joe reminded her, attempting to keep her on task.

“Okay, daddy!”, she smiled at him as she began looking through the lunchboxes and backpacks.

You and Joe eyed one another before looking back at her.

“I found one daddy.”, she smiled, her loose curls bouncing as she ran them over to you to look at.

It was purple and had butterflies on it and the lunchbox to match.

“Are you sure this is the one you want?”, you asked her.

She nodded profusely. You laughed and put them in the shopping cart. Arthur slept the entire time you were in the store. Joseph watched as you helped Amelia pick out several outfits for school, chuckling when you all had minor disagreements. She was a little dramatic for her age, but it kept you all on your toes. After shopping, you all decided to go eat at a restaurant. Surprisingly, everything went smoothly. Arthur woke up and eat while you were eating. You were modest with your breastfeeding, since you didn’t want to pack any you had pumped due to how long you all were going to be out.

Joseph assured you if anyone said anything to you about breastfeeding his son, he would say something. He was very protective of you and the kids. It was cute. After you all arrived home, it was time to bath the kids and get Amelia in bed, trying to keep the routine for school. Arthur was asleep in his bassinet as you cuddle into Joe under the covers. He let out a sigh. You knew that sigh very well.

“What’s wrong, babe?”, you turned to look at him.

“Just thinking about Amelia starting school in a few days.”, he ran a hand through his curls nervously, exhaling.

“Babe, she’s gonna do fine. She’s a strong little girl. She adapts well.”, you reassured him.

“But I mean—right now it’s preschool. But before we turn around, she’ll be bringing a boyfriend home and that’s going to be the worst day of my life.”, he groaned, tossing his head back against his pillow dramatically.

You chuckled at him. “Babe, she’s still your baby girl. Yes, time will fly but we just have to enjoy every day we have with Amelia and Arthur.”

“I just don’t want my baby girl to grow up so fast. It’s like yesterday we just brought her home and she took her first steps and said her first word.”

He was becoming emotional, tears welling up in his big, brown eyes, stroking through your hair.

You placed a hand on his chest, facing him. “I know, babe. But she’s so smart and loving. She has all the best qualities. She’s going to be fine. She’ll excel at everything she does, I just know it.”

Jospeh let out a small smile. “She’ll always be my baby girl….I don’t care how old she gets.”

“Always, Joe. She adores you. You’re her daddy. She’s such a daddy’s girl.”, you smiled before kissing him.

“You really think she’ll be okay at preschool?”

“I know she will.”

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