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the-fiction-witch · 3 months ago

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Media - Nanny Mcphee Character - Simon Brown (Age Up) Couple - Simon X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 12 Word Count - 2606

Fictional Advent Day Seventeen

Simon sat in his office, clacking away on his typewriter, deep in thought as he had been for a few hours. The fire burned brightly, casting a warm glow despite the snow gently fluttering to the ground beyond his windows. The room was silent and dim, illuminated only by the firelight. The ticking clock and the sound of his typewriter keys were the only noises, aside from the soft rustling of the snow outside. On the office couch lay a blanket, remnants of many nights spent sleeping in his office, as he often tried to climb the stairs to bed, only to wake and return to his work once more.

Simon failed to notice as the door to his office slowly creaked open. His wife Y/n carried a candle with her as she slowly stepped into the room doing her best not to spook him, "Simon?"

Simon flinched at the sound of his name and immediately turned around quickly to see his wife, "oh, my dear, it's just you…" he softly spoke and he smiled at the sight of her,

"Are you coming?" She asked softly "I know they'd like it if you joined them?" She offered gently her tone hopeful but not very much,

Simon frowned slightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a quiet groan, the temptation was strong but his work called out to him as well. His expression softened at the thought of his children's smiles but his brow furrowed once more, "I have work to do, my dear."

Y/n nodded a little saddened but she didn't want to force him, "Of course, it's alright. I'll help them," she said turning to head back through the house,

Simon let out a quiet sigh and watched as Y/n left his office, the silence returning. Simon watched the fireplace for a while before letting out a quiet groan, "Damn it" he mumbled to himself and got up. He headed through the dark, cold house, the shadow of snow falling on all the windows. He soon arrived at the beautifully decorated living room.

The fire roaring and roasting chestnuts, and colourful handmade decorations hung about the place. The large Christmas tree covered in flickering candles, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air. Gifts already laid perfectly wrapped with large bows under the Christmas tree. The Piano sat lined with little wooden Christmas figures. Y/n stood helping their eldest son Simon Jr with the fire. The Twins Harriet and Harry sat on the sofa cracking nuts, Martin, Peter and Florence all sat at the table icing the Christmas cookies they baked earlier with Y/n And young Celia sat on the floor playing with her ballerina doll.

Simon leaned on the doorframe watching his family for a moment, his work was important to him but he couldn't help feeling some guilt at his constant absence. It was always y/n who seemed to look after the children. Simon sighed quietly to himself before stepping into the room, his footsteps a soft pat as his dress shoes hit the floorboards with each step.

"Daddy!" Many screamed and all immediately bolted to hug him. Even little Celia began to crawl over,

Simon smiled as he was immediately bombarded by the hugs, he knelt down and held his arms out to hug them all. He gave each child a tight hug with a smile before picking up little Celia, holding her gently with a soft smile, "you are all energetic tonight" he said,

the children all tried to talk to him at once telling him how excited they were for Christmas tomorrow, but Y/n ushered them all back to their work.

Simon watched as Y/n ushered them back to finish their preparations, so he walked over and sat in his chair by the fire as he watched his family. Simon couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of contentment, his tiredness from staying up all night the night before and writing now finally kicking in as he leaned back in his chair and watched.

"Now remember everyone gets to pick their favourite cookie for Santa Claus," Y/n told them as she brought out the silver plate letting each child pick the favourite of the cookies they'd decorated to add to the plate. "And remember how many carrots we need?" She asked them,

“You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen! Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen!” They all sang picking out all the carrots they would need to leave out,

“And one more?” Y/n cooed,

“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer!”

Simon couldn't help but smile,

"Who gets to put it out this year mama?" Florence asked hopefully,

"Well... I think Daddy should get to put the tray out for Santa Claus this year." Y/n smiled happy to use the opportunity Simon was here to get him involved,

Simon had been almost drifting off to sleep before his ears picked up at y/n’s voice, his head snapping up as he was shocked by the request, his eyes moved to his children, seeing the excited expressions on their faces. Simon opened his mouth to speak but closed it unsure of what to say,

But the children all rushed over excitedly trying to get him to stand,

Simon was somewhat helpless against his children's excitement, he was immediately pulled from his chair by them, stumbling as he stood up, "oh! Alright alright" he said with a quiet groan as he walked over to the tray,

Y/n happily handed the tray of cookies and carrots over to him, "Table beside the fireplace." She whispered,

Simon nodded and took the tray of cookies and carrots from y/n, carefully walking over to the fireplace and kneeling down, placing the tray next to the fireplace "There. is that enough?" he asked, giving his wife a pleading look.

the children all agreed happily.

"Alright, cookies are out you all know what that means. Santa will be on his way soon so off to bed you lot." Y/n told them all ushering them all upstairs,

"Daddy? Do you think Santa Claus will like the cookies we baked him?" Peter asked hopefully his blonde hair in his eyes,

"Tou all did wonderfully on the cookies, I'm sure Santa will love them," he reassured Peter with a soft smile, running his hand through the young boy's hair, “Go on, up to bed now.”

Peter happily ran off with his siblings so Y/n smiled and offered her hand to Simon,

Simon hesitated for a moment before taking Y/n's hand, he simply nodded,

Y/n smiled and happily led Simon up to the children's room. The large room was once where Simon and his siblings slept but is now the home for his children. Y/n helped them all change into their PJs and tucked each child in with blankets, stuffies and kisses. And let each child hang their stocking on the end of their bed ready to be filled by 'Santa' or well Y/n once they go to sleep,

Simon smiled and helped Y/n tuck the children into bed, he said goodnight to each child and kissed each of them as they all settled into bed. Simon gently closed the door with y/n and let out a tired sigh, leaning against the door as his exhaustion caught up to him at last "That was tiring"

"it can be. We have alot of children." Y/n whispered as she went down to the living room tossing a few more logs on the fire as Simon sat down in his chair with a groan.

"That's true. Maybe we have too many" Simon said, letting out a soft chuckle, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his hands in his lap, playing with his wedding ring.

Y/n nodded and took a seat on her piano bench. "Perhaps. But I love them dearly." She smiled as she began to gently play Silent Night.

"I do too" Simon murmured, hearing the piano immediately caught Simon's attention and he watched her playing with a soft gentle expression, it had been a while since she had played and even longer since Simon sat to hear it, it was a very calming sound for Simon as he sat there and listened, his hands still playing with his wedding ring.

"You’re fiddling with it alot." She spoke up as she plaid,

Simon slowly lifted his head and blinked, not even realising he had been fiddling with his wedding ring. "Huh? Oh. Yeah" Simon replied,

"Sometimes I fear you don't like wearing it." She admitted,

Simon was somewhat surprised by the admission, raising his head slightly, his hands stopped moving "Wait wait, why do you think that?" Simon asked,

"You’re rarely home Simon. And when you are you're sealed away in your office. The children barely see you. I can't even remember the last time you shared our bed..." She explained, "I know you’re busy, and I'm thankful for the life we have, perhaps I'm simply selfish wishing we had more of these moments with you. I can't help... Fearing if you regret it. This life. Our children. Me..."

Simon was somewhat dumbfounded and surprised by Y/n's admission, he slowly walked over and leaned on the piano, his expression somewhat guilt-filled "I do love wearing my ring. I don't regret this life at all, and I would never dream of regretting, not loving you or our children" He spoke quietly, and he took her hand. "I do wish I could spend more time with you all. I'm always busy with work. But you and the children are always on my mind." He sighed and ran his thumbs over the back of her hand, thinking about how to say his next words without upsetting her, "I hate how busy I am and how it's taking so much time... I want to spend more time with everyone," He looked down, feeling like that was simply an excuse, Simon sighed, "I'm sorry"

Y/n softly smiled and pulled his hand so he could sit on the piano bench beside her, guiding his hand to help her play the song. Something they used to do when they first started courting

Simon hesitantly sat on the piano bench beside his wife, feeling somewhat awkward, but he got immediately into the feel of it, following Y/n and playing beside her as they used to years before, hearing her soft voice and the words made him somewhat melancholy, a small pang of guilt in his chest,

"I know you want to. And you're forgiven. I know we couldn't have the life we do if you didn't. I know the children are thankful for all they have, as am I. But... It is these moments they… and I miss you the most. Family moments, the little things. The children won't remember the random days you missed here and there. But... I know they'll remember the Christmas their father put out the cookies and helped them into bed."

"I'll make more time. I don't wish for the children to grow up barely knowing me," Simon said quietly, his hands moving on the piano keys, playing gently.

"Thank you." Y/n smiled happy even for just the promise he would. Kissing his cheek as she plays.

He closed his eyes for a moment as she kissed his cheek, he felt guilty. "Can I make a promise?" Simon asked opening his eyes, his voice was soft and his gaze was gentle while he watched the piano keys as his hands moved with hers,

"I'd like that." She nodded,

Simon took a moment to speak, playing gently with her as he gathered his thoughts "From now on. I'll make more time. Especially for you and the children. If I am available. I'll help and join in, just like tonight... I also want more time with you. I miss you." Simon said, his tone somewhat guilt-ridden but determined to keep this promise to her,

Y/n smiled "Thank you, Simon. I know the children miss you too." She cooed "As do I."

Simon softened slightly as he continued playing with her. He missed doing this, he missed spending time with Y/n and his family, he hated how distracted and caught up in work he had become. But he was determined to fix it, "I promise I will spend more time. Especially with you" Simon said,

Y/n nodded laying her head on his shoulder as they finished the song,

His hands stopped moving, he felt Y/n lay her head on his shoulder and he closed his eyes. His tiredness was catching up to him, He missed this, he missed the sweet moments like this when he could just forget about work and just spend time with his wife and family, not worrying about anything.

"How about tonight..." She cooed, "We set up for tomorrow morning. You actually come up and sleep on our bed rather than your tatty office couch. Cuddle up all cosy until the children come running in to wake us up. And we can all sit and open presents together with some hot chocolate. And sit down together as a family for Christmas dinner?"

Simon softened as she spoke, he had missed this so much, the intimacy and sweetness he had missed. He had missed falling asleep beside her while holding her close. He was tired and her soft words were tempting, it didn't take much to convince him "Sounds wonderful" Simon murmured, sounding half asleep already, and he truly would be if he tried to stay up any longer.

Y/n nodded and took his hand helping Simon get to his feet and do all the little jobs they had to do. And they did all of it together. Setting up the living room with more gifts and treats. Making it look like Santa has been with the carrots and cookies. Sneaking little gifts into their stockings as they slept.

Simon followed her lead, he hadn't spent this long with his wife in a while and he felt somewhat content, enjoying spending time with her, even something as simple as preparing the room for the children on Christmas morning was relaxing and lovely. He was happy that his family could have the moments together that they should have.

Simon got into bed beside Y/n, laying beside her as it had already been so long. He shifted into bed and immediately pulled her close, holding her close to him as he buried his face in her hair, murmuring into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her,

Y/n softly giggled "What was that?"

Simon moved his head out of her hair and let out a soft yawn. "I missed this, I missed holding you" He murmured softly, his eyes already wanting to close and wanting to fall asleep with his wonderful wife held in his arms

"I missed you too." She smiled, "I can barely remember the last time we were both in bed... I think... It was probably when you gave me Celia." She laughed

Simon sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing her hand absentmindedly, and letting out a quiet chuckle at her comment "It's rather depressing that the last time was to get you pregnant with our daughter"

"Well. You’re here now. That's what matters"

Simon let out a soft chuckle and nodded, agreeing with her, it didn't matter how long it had been. He was here now sharing this intimate moment with her, "You're right" Simon murmured quietly. He pulled her closer to him and buried his face back in her hair

"goodnight Simon." She cooed giving him a tender kiss, "and merry Christmas"

Simon closed his eyes, "Merry Christmas" Simon's voice was soft and full of affection,

"love you" she whispered

"Love you too" Simon mumbled in response. He held her close and felt himself relax properly, letting himself fall asleep beside her with his arms wrapped gently around her,

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thataddylady · 9 months ago

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Analysis: 'To Sir Phillip with Love'

Ok y'all i can't sleep so here is part two.

When we meet Phillip in 'To Sir Phillip with Love', he is trying to claw his way out of depression himself.

He's on the other side of a very unhappy and lonely marriage and has just finished burying his wife who he frankly thinks died to get away from him and return to her first love. He is the only person who is aware of Marina's suicide attempt.

The only thing that terrifies him more than his own temper (which he got from dear old dad) is sadness. He is deeply triggered by it. This is important to keep in mind.

In the books Marina is Eloise's cousin, so he writes to the family to inform them of her death and Eloise responds. They strike up a correspondence and Phillip, who has two motherless children takes a shot in the dark and asks Eloise to marry him. If she's willing to visit his home he'll make arrangements (get a chaperone etc) to see if they will get along in person and take things from there.

Hot Take: Phillip treats Eloise shabbily when she arrives, but this is... a bold take.

Eloise, freshly freaked out by her spinster buddy marrying her brother, legit disappears during a ball and takes off to Phillip's estate without notifying her family or more importantly, Sir Phillip. So our girl shows up on this man's doorstep, talking non-stop as she is wont to do and he has had no warning or inkling as to who she is or why she has arrived there. He's not expecting her as weeks have passed since his last letter suggesting marriage with no response from her. Like a normal person, he thinks "Welp, it was nice having someone to talk to while it lasted. Back to the wilderness of my life."

When Eloise shows up he is flabbergasted as her appearance and generally awkward because he has no idea what to do next. He hasn't had company in around ten years, he hasn't had much social interaction at all outside of his kids (who are delightful little gremlins) and his servants. Our scholar is now a socially awkward adult with trauma and low self-esteem.

Hot take: Phillip is a distant father who doesn't care about his children and just wants a housekeeper/ nanny he can have sex with so he doesn't have to bother with them.

So first of all, Phillip loves his children, those are his damn babies. And a close reading will show that his children are in fact going off the rails because they are used to him being a present and engaged father. They are used to hanging out with him in his green house or going on nature walks with him. He was the active parent with them while their mother was alive. But Phillip is not in a place where he can cope with them when we meet him in the books and hasn't been for months. As a result, they are doing what children do in a bid for attention. They are causing havoc.

And as a parent who is already overwhelmed Phillip is doing his level best. He deeply loves his children but he is overwhelmed by what they need from him because he is drowning mentally and emotionally in PTSD. He needs space and time but they need him so what do they do? They riot. When they riot he gets angry but as noted before he is a large man who is terrified of losing his temper with his children and hurting them. So he avoids them most times.

Think the first Nanny McPhee movie.

But it's important to note this has only been the state of affairs for around six months. The ten years before he was an active loving parent. His daughter seeks his comfort and jumps into his lap without hesitation. When she calls him "Daddy" at the end of the book, he remembers that she used to call him that before he drifted away from them and he misses it. So calling him a deadbeat dad is not fair.

What Phillip desperately needs and craves is help. He knows his children need a mother, he knows he hasn't been able to step up to the plate lately and so his check list for a wife is as follows, someone who

manages his children (and his life) but is still kind and loving to them.

takes control of his life and household so he can breathe for a minute while he processes a lifetime of trauma in his greenhouse.

Isn't sad. She doesn't have to be wildly happy she just can't be sad.

Hopefully doesn't mind talking to him upon occasion or having sex once in a while.

That's the list. No romance? Look at his life up until this point. There is nothing to let him think he deserves to be loved or should expect more than the bare minimum. His hope is that he can be tolerated and his best case scenario is that his wife likes him.

The bar is in hell.

It is also clearly stated that he knows their behavior is due to his failure as a parent, and that his anger is not just because of them. He sees himself as a failure. His father didn't love him because he failed to be as good as his brother. Marina couldn't get over his brother's death and find the will to live because he failed as a husband/protector. His children are wild gremlins because he is a failure as a father.

Then Eloise shows up and everything changes. She comes from a large crazy loving family as we all know so wrangling kids is a walk in the park. They prank her? She pranks back. They wanna be sneaky? She wrote the book. They want to play mind games? She is the queen of psychological warfare. She is fun, she is engaging but most of all she can handle basically anything and because of that Phillip is able to breathe.

Hot Take: They are boring and Eloise deserves better than a boring scholar who just wants to have sex.

So... I mean to each their own, but here are some facts about our baby girl, Eloise. She is a loud, opinionated, bossy little thing who doesn't like to be told no. She can be a HUGE brat. She is intellectually curious, she loves conversation and she in interested in the world around her to the point of being nosey and obnoxious. But while she is entertaining to read, she is also A LOT.

By her book she is a LEGIT spinster (28 years old) everyone her age or near to it is married and pregnant or about to be and she is finding herself by herself. She knows she is a handful, she knows people find her to be too much so what is she hoping for? A man who doesn't mind her entire personality cause it's not changing any time soon.

Does she expect love? No. Why? Because to her if her own family loves her but mostly tolerates her then what hope does she have of finding a man who doesn't mind being ordered about but isn't a weakling?

When Phillip and Eloise start interacting the truth is neither knows what to expect from the other. There's attraction, sure, but there is also a genuine appreciation. He LOVES that she always knows what to do and has the energy to make shit happen. He loves how bossy she is. He is shocked that she cares enough to take an interest in his hobbies because literally no one ever has.

Eloise loves that he always listens to her. Does he tease her sometimes about how much she talks? Yes. But he always listens, and participates when she is talking. He isn't cowed by her strong personality, her intelligence, or the fact that she is a better shot than he is. Beyond that, these are legitimately some of his favorite things about her.

By now we know what Phillip is getting out of this. A loving mother for his children, a manager for his life who is more than capable, a companion who seems to care about him and his interests and the sex life he never thought was possible for him.

So what is Eloise getting out of this deal?

Well, for starters, a man who:

Adores the air she breathes and the ground she walks on.

Has the body of a lumberjack and the sex drive of a retired priest (think Fleabag).

Possesses the intellectual vigor to keep up with her talking and her mind.

Is interested in everything about her

Is loyal and honorable (never broke his marriage vows to Marina)

Is sweet and cares deeply about her happiness to an almost pathological degree.

LOVES her mind and her mischievousness

Appreciates her skills even/especially when they edge into unorthodox territory

Supports literally everything she does. (If she wanted to take over the world he would be the first to vote for her and enlist in her army).

Will fight anyone who tries to talk smack about her (even her scary brothers)

Now we can argue about what she deserves, but to me that list is a winning list. That is a dream list.

Hot take: Phillip doesn't listen to Eloise.

There are two instances where Phillip has notably bad reactions to Eloise.

One is when she takes his kids swimming in the lake where Marina attempted suicide. Again, he is the only one who knows about that. He freaks out because A) It's THAT lake, and B) He never taught them to swim and didn't realize they had learned. So a trauma response, and one he apologies for.

The second is when Eloise is trying to tell him she doesn't like the nanny. Who is a b*tch. He is in honeymoon mode, she implies that they have a problem in the marriage and he spirals at the thought that she isn't happy. Again it's not his best moment, again it is a trauma response. Outside of those two times he's always listening to Eloise and most of the time he's agreeing with her.

On to part three. What do we Philoiseers love so much about them?

@whatsaweekend Part 2

#to sir philip with love #sir phillip crane #eloise bridgerton #eloise x phillip #tw: mental health #tw: suidice #I'm telling you if you love ShowColin! you are gonna dig ShowPhillip!#TSPwL musings Pt 2

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missameliep · 2 days ago

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Title: All The Things I'll Never Tell My Mother - Part 3

Book: Desire & Decorum AU

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (OC); Prince Hamid x Elizabeth Foredale (OC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~4.3k

Summary: Babysitting is even more challenging than expected. It's not the soup hurled at her but a hard conversation that might ruin Elizabeth's evening.

A/N: English is not my native language; the concept for this fic was inspired by @choicesficwriterscreations' event CFWC Female Characters Week 2021 and is part of a collab with the very talented Noe (@rosesnink) from whom I'm borrowing Hayley Parker. The fic focuses on issues like motherhood, past losses and the friendship between two very different women.

Seventeen minutes.

That’s how long Alaska cried after her parents left.

Elizabeth knows that because she kept looking at the time in her mobile, fighting the urge to call the baby’s parents. Or a real babysitter to take their place. There must be something online, maybe an emergency contact of some kind of Mary Poppins or Nanny McPhee to save the evening.

When the tears stopped streaming down her cheeks, Alaska’s eyes fixed on Elizabeth’s face. Her eyes were filled with resentment - or so Elizabeth thought. She had been tricked, left behind, and the two of them were accomplices of that crime.

Her guilty almost prevented her from seeing the way Alaska’s frown turned into a smile when Hamid used an apple to perform a magic trick. The apple passed quickly from one hand to the other and the baby was interested enough to stop crying. A welcomed silence.

Magic was followed by singing; her face was joyful when she returned to the high-chair.

Hamid excelled at entertaining. Alaska’s smiles and laughs were infectious. Elizabeth looked at both in awe; if the baby's lips have not pursed anytime the spoon neared, she would smile too.

Hamid sang a different song, his melodious voice and clapping at the rhythm were contagious but unhelpful to convince the baby to eat.

After a few more attempts, Elizabeth gives it a try. Alaska still refuses to eat. Neither the soup nor the carrots appeal to the baby. She tries again, and Alaska slaps the spoon, splashing soup on Elizabeth’s face and clothes. Wisely, Hamid holds in the laugh at the indignation in his girlfriend’s stare.

The mobile in Elizabeth’s pocket pings, and she puts the spoon down and fishes it quickly.

“A text from Sinclaire,” she announced, her voice quivering as her hands. “He wants to know if Alaska is alright.”

“Everything is fine. Tell him.”

“You said they need time together. If he thinks we can’t do it, they’ll come back... You saw the look on his face…”

“This is not fine!” Her hands gesture vaguely to the chaotic setting around them. The pristine floor around the high-chair had been turned into a remarkable rendering of a Pollock’s painting: splashes of soup and slices of carrot covered the ground, an orange bowl landed upside-down after being hurled into the air. There is soup everywhere: on the tray, Alaska’s face and bib, Elizabeth’s hair and t-shirt, and Hamid’s shirt. The only place where there is no soup is inside Alaska’s stomach.

“We should ask him what to do!”

Elizabeth sighed and conceded. Her fingers glide over the screen composing a simple but convincing message.

“Let’s give another try...”

With a smile, Hamid got up and refilled the bowl with soup.

Ten minutes after the first text, another one comes in; and they still haven’t fed her.

Elizabeth gapes at the screen, her fingers gliding to compose another message and erasing the text. Forty minutes elapsed since they started their attempts to feed her.

“He’ll get suspicious of all the typing and no text.”

Hamid stretched his palm; defeated she passed the mobile to his hand. A picture of the empty bowl of soup is sent, and a short message assuring all is well.

Elizabeth sighed at the mobile and placed it over the counter. She hates lies as much as Sinclaire.

“We need advice, and I know exactly who can help!” Hamid picked his mobile to text his sisters in their group chat.

Elizabeth refilled the spoon, and Hamid put on a cartoon his sister suggested.

Alaska smiled, but whenever the spoon comes close to her mouth, she shakes her head and presses the lips together. Another cartoon follows, and Elizabeth insists with another spoonful. Squealing, Alaska’s diminutive hands clasped the bowl, banging it and this time Hamid caught it before it was hurled again.

“Perhaps we should try something else,” he suggested, and she picked the folder, going through Sinclaire’s list of foods Alaska is allowed to eat.

“Oatmeal.” Elizabeth’s eyes lighten up. “My mother used to make porridge and I loved it. And we could offer her fruit. She must be hungry.”

Alaska holds one of the pieces of apple Hamid sliced, and sucks and bites it. Elizabeth sighed with relief. The baby won’t starve, at least.

Feeling confident, Elizabeth moved around the kitchen searching for a pan and the right ingredients. Soon, she’s stirring the mix, while Hamid dances around the room, holding Alaska in his arms, while offering another piece of apple. She recognizes the song he sings softly. It’s one of the songs his mother sang to his nephews when they visited Istanbul, and she smiled.

Hamid’s pristine shirt gets even dirtier when the food covering Alaska’s face and bib transfer to it, while they waltz around the room, but he doesn’t seem to care. The tiny person with bright and curious blue eyes blabbers and focus her attention on what Elizabeth is doing; like the proud boyfriend he is, Hamid compliments the woman’s cooking skills.

“You’ll love what Auntie Lizzie is cooking, kuzum[1]. She excels at anything she does.”

Over her shoulder, Elizabeth glanced at them and smiled pleased.

A few minutes later, she turns the heat off, and pours the content of the pan into a bowl.

They sit together at the table, Alaska at Hamid’s lap, waiting for the porridge to cool down.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Hamid asked, his eyes alight with an unseen glow. “Smell her head!”

“Why are you guys obsessed with her head?” Elizabeth frowned, which drew chuckles from her boyfriend. “It smells like soup.”

His eyes rolled in mocking exasperation. “You’re not doing it right…” he rebuked and closed his eyes to sniff the top of Alaska’s head again.

Elizabeth chuckled and tested the temperature of the food in her palm. Filling the spoon, she took it to Alaska’s mouth. Both look amazed when she opens her mouth and her lips close around the spoon.

With a curious expression, Alaska tasted it, grimaced and spitted.

Hamid tries to feed her, but she purses her lips tightly into the thinnest line. The content of the spoon is poured into his palm, and he grimaces too, before trying to compose himself.

“It’s good.” He smiles at Alaska. “I liked it. Now it’s your turn.”

The baby eyes him suspiciously and turns her face when he offers the food.

Turning around to face Elizabeth, he whispers, “I can’t lie to her. It’s not awful, but it needs more flavour. Can you add a bit more sugar?”

“Oh!” His perplexed stare is joined by the frown of his black eyebrows, while his mind revisits his own childhood memories and those of other infants of his relations. “Are you sure? I believe all my sisters’ children ate tons of sugar at her age…”

“She’s a baby!” Elizabeth stated what she assumed being obvious, but Hamid stared, expecting her to conclude the train of thought. “She can’t have sugar, Hamid.”

“Hayley told something about the teeth, right?”

Elizabeth confirmed, showing the article on her mobile with the information. While he glances at it, she took his place to try and feed the baby.

Hamid puts her phone down, and texts his sisters again; his older sister Zeynep confirms the information that it’s harmful to feed sugar to babies and he asks what they can do since she only took a few bites at a few slices of apple and won’t eat anything else. Without tearing his eyes from the screen, he reads his sisters suggestions, and something called his attention.

“She did. Why?” Elizabeth asked while observing Hamid already going through the content of the fridge’s shelves.

He glanced back at her, and explained, “According to Fatma cold temperature soothes the ache...”

Hamid searched what they could offer her. Elizabeth forbids him to give her an ice cube but agrees on letting one of the teeth rings in the freezer to cool off like Fatma recommended. In the end, Alaska eats cold mashed potatoes. They sit back and relax while Alaska dugs the spoon in the content of the bowl, and Hamid helps her take it to the mouth.

But the satisfaction is ephemerous. Alaska is covered in food. Elizabeth too.

“We need to clean her, and I need to shower.”

Hamid is eager to go shower with his girlfriend.

“I can wash your hair... And your back...” he purred close to her ear.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“I’m definitely not forgetting anything...” he whispered suggestively. “But in case you forgot, there’s a baby in the room...”

“Exactly! Hamid, we're babysitting, we can’t leave a baby unsupervised.”

“Oh!” Something stirs in his mind like he’s trying to solve a hard puzzle while intently looking between Elizabeth and the baby.

After a few seconds, he sighed his defeat.

“Why is Elizabeth not answering my texts?” Ernest mumbled at the mobile and looked at Hayley, who was nibling at a bruschetta.

“Probably because she’s taking care of our baby and following your schedule, and not boning Hamid on the couch...”

“Excuse me?” Ernest’s jaw dropped and he stuttered. “You do not think they would...?”

“Oh! Absolutely not... I clearly instructed them to wait until Alaska sleeps, and not shaggy on our new expensive leather couch,” she teased. “However... you know those two… they can never get their hands off each other…”

“You mock me?”

“Of course, and I’m taking your phone now.”

“But what if – ”

“They are both responsible adults who can take care of our daughter for a few hours, and know what I'm capable of if they don't.”

She held her palm open, and he hesitated, looking at the screen, before the device was passed to her. The mobile was shoved into her purse, and a winning smile curled her lips.

“If something that actually requires our attention happens, I’m sure they will call us. Can we enjoy our special night now?”

Ernest nods and takes her hand in his, an apologetic smile on his lips.

After cleaning the baby, Hamid changed into a clean shirt, and Elizabeth who had worst with the food throwing, went showering.

In her absence, the minutes passed quickly and in relative peace. Alaska played with large blocks with Hamid in their designated room; and from time to time, she’d gnaw at the cold teething ring.

Hamid smiled at Elizabeth’s reflection in the mirror, while pulling her hair up in a bun.

All of a sudden, however, the blocks were hurled, and the teething ring lost its appeal completely.

“Do you think she is still hungry?”

Hamid asked from the room, and Elizabeth’s head popped at the door of the en-suite, and she considered his question for a moment.

“I don’t think so...”

Remembering Hayley’s words, her attention focused on Alaska, who was sitting uncomfortably and whining.

“Have you checked the nappy?”

Hamid’s face alight.

“You’re brilliant!” He helped Alaska to get on her feet and inspected her. “It looks heavy from here!”

They both stared at each other again and at the baby.

“You have to do it.”

“Why?” he raised his eyebrows and hands at her.

“Because I’ve never did this!”

“Me neither!”

“But you said you’ve babysat!”

“Sure, but whenever I did, I had one of my sisters do it. Or someone from the staff at my parents' home. Perhaps we should call someone.”

“If they wanted the staff to do it, why would they call us?”

“Fair point.” He put the phone down. “Ok. Then you do it. You were paying attention to Hayley.”

“I’m not confident I have learned anything...”

“How hard can it be?”

“What if it’s an explosive poop?”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear what Hayley said?”

Hamid pulled at the back of Alaska’s onesie and let out a breath.

“Nothing in her back. It’ll be easy. I can handle.”

They took the baby to the nursery, and Hamid removed the onesie and then the nappy, and immediately reconsidered his earlier assumption. After discussing if they should give her a bath considering the situation down there, they soon gave up once they considered the logistics of the whole operation and that neither has ever bathed a baby – Hamid has played with his nephews in pools and baths but that was a completely different situation, therefore, they decided to watch a video and take their chances with simply changing the nappy like Hayley instructed.

“Seems simple enough,” Hamid said, and took a package of wipes from the drawer, taking the first turn in cleaning the baby, making sure to look as composed as possible, despite Elizabeth’s teasing about his disgusted expressions.

Elizabeth, on her turn, made sure to get everything off of her and spread a generous amount of the white cream from the tube. Then Hamid put on the clean nappy and closed the adhesive bands.

“Is it too tight?”

Elizabeth shrugged, and Hamid picked Alaska up and the nappy slipped to her feet, and the baby laughed, kicking it away.

“Maybe not...”

They started over, and Elizabeth used a finger like Hayley did earlier to see if it was not too tight around her belly and chubby legs; when there was enough room to not hurt and not too loose to fall off, they agreed the adhesive bands were perfectly fastened. This time the nappy stayed in place and Elizabeth smiled.

Hamid clapped Alaska’s little hands together for their celebration and she laughed.

Sitting on the colourful mat, Elizabeth propped her cheek in one hand and observed Hamid re-enacting Alladin with puppets to a giggly Alaska. His poor Genie impression was compensated by his enthusiasm, and the tiny audience was more than pleased.

“It’s 8:30,” Elizabeth said, after one of his pauses to breath and kiss the baby’s cheek. “Sinclaire said at 8 o’clock we should take her to the nursery, and start the sleep routine...”

“But we’re having fun. Besides, she doesn’t look tired, does she?” Hamid motioned to the baby, who had her blue eyes wide open and the most delightful smiles at the toys scattered around them on the mat.

“Five more minutes.”

Five minutes became fifteen; then twenty-five. The baby’s energy didn’t fade but changed with the passing minutes. Despite not looking tired, soon irritation replaced joy. When Hamid returned the puppets to the appropriate box, Alaska started crying.

“What is the matter, little darling?”

His question was muffled by louder cries.

The blue Genie puppet returned to Hamid’s hand. “Bedtime!” he said doing his Genie voice. “The magic carpet will take you away now!”

He scooped her up, but she kept crying “no”.

“She’ll stop… eventually… I think…” Elizabeth uttered, and they took her to the nursery, Hamid pretending that she was flying away and singing the chorus of A whole new world, and twice she tried to hurl herself from his arms.

Elizabeth dimmed the lights, and they read a book together, making sure to use a soothing tone. Alaska kept pointing at the bunny and Hamid lit it. Then, they read another book. And another one. Despite the hour and the long day, Alaska showed no sign that she would sleep soon. Eyes wide open, she threw her chubby hands to the air, asking Hamid to pick her up from the crib.

Elizabeth took her mobile, and the screen showed it was a quarter past ten. According to the schedule, she should be sleeping by nine. Over an hour without texts from Ernest.

“Should we be concerned?”

“They must be enjoying themselves. Wasn’t this the whole point?” He winked at her, and she smiled.

The baby yawned, and that was a sign that she would soon give up and let sleep claim her. Or so they hoped.

“I’ll get the bottle.” After a few minutes, Elizabeth returned with a bottle of breast milk and handed it to Hamid.

After Alaska chugged down most of the bottle’s content, Elizabeth helped him get up and adjusted the shoulder nappy. Looking down, he smiled at his girlfriend – a wide and bright one. Feeling his gaze, she looked up and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She was so in love with him and wished he would never stop looking at her like he was doing at this moment.

Eyes shining, Hamid sat at the armchair by the window and held her in his arms. The baby stared at him, and a little chubby hand grabbed the front of his shirt, playing with the fabric. In moments like those, it was undeniable that he knew exactly what he was doing. A grin split his face. There was such tenderness in his voice while he lulled her and absolute adoration. The adoration for the mother seemed to have multiplied when it comes to the daughter.

Still holding the baby, Hamid swayed gently from side to side, while singing. He begged Elizabeth to join him, and they sang together I see the light, while the song played very softly in her mobile.

Alaska blinked slowly, until it became too difficult to keep her eyes open and she dozed off. Elizabeth helped him put her down in the crib.

It’s eleven o’clock when she’s finally sleeping; two hours behind schedule.

Sighing, Elizabeth held the baby monitor tight against her chest and they tiptoe their way out of the room in complete silence.

A mix of tiredness and relief washed over her.

At the door, both threw a last glance at the baby; she still unsure if it’s finally over, and he absolutely pleased with the past hours.

Hamid’s hands encircled her waist, and his chin rested on her shoulder. Despite how exhausted she feels, she cannot help smiling having him so close.

“I want a baby,” he whispered.

“Don’t you have to text me that?” she asked referring to the meme.

He chuckled against her neck, but then elaborated on his thoughts. “I’m serious. I want a tiny giggly Elizabeth to hold in my arms…”

Mouth agape, she turned to face him. “You can’t be serious!?”

“Not right now, of course. Though I’m always up to practicing...” He winked, throwing a boyish smile her way to make his point clearer.

Pulling him by the hand, Elizabeth closed the door carefully behind them. Too many emotions coming to surface, and she asked tentatively, “How can you think about having a baby after this disastrous night?”

“How could I not? Have you seen her? She's wonderful!” Caressing the side of her face, he returned the question, half-amused, “Don’t you want to have a baby? Someday?”

“I don’t think we should even be allowed around babies from now on. If Sinclaire has all the nanny-cams I believe he has, this is the last time we babysit for them!”

“Liz, it wasn’t that bad…”

“Wasn’t that bad? We couldn’t feed her. Or change her properly. She probably hates me!”

Holding a chuckle, Hamid hugged her in the comforting way he excels at.

“She doesn’t hate you. She’s a baby; and despite a few bumps on the road –”

Elizabeth snorted at his optimism.

“Hey! We did it; we all had fun together and she’s sleeping now. It’s a success assuming this was the first time you ever interacted with a baby in your entire life...”

“I haven’t been around many babies...” she admitted in a lower voice almost like a whisper. “I am not good with them...”

“You were great.”

“I had no idea what I was doing.”

“Who does?”

She sighed and seemed too tired to even translate her thoughts into words.

“We fed her –”

“On what seemed like the hundredth attempt!”

“But we did! And she loved the songs.”

“She suffered. She was a mess. The kitchen was a mess. We were a mess...”

“She laughed at the food in your hair, she was not suffering...” Hamid chuckled, “We entertained her. We cleaned her. She’s perfectly happy in bed. We struggled, but we did it. I call it a successful night.”

“Sorry if I can’t share your positivity...”

“Why are you focusing so much on what went wrong?”

“Because it was not perfect.”

“Should it be perfect?”

“They were counting on us...”

“To take care of their baby and let them have their celebration.”

Hamid’s large warm hands cradled her face, and his voice was peppered with tenderness, “Don’t compare this single experience with their parenting. Hayley and Ernest know her for six months, unlike us. She looks at them and her eyes sparkle and the little chubby hands… I thought Hayley was making that stuff up, like when Alaska blabbers and she’s like ‘She’s thirst’ or ‘She wants the white teddy bear’… but she really gets it. She knows her. And so does Sinclaire. And Alaska… she’s just so… she adores him!” he paused and searched in her expression the understanding he was hoping, and Elizabeth nodded in agreement. “If we had a baby, we would get the time to know them too and we would learn. Even with a few bumps on the road, you would be an amazing mother! You’re brilliant and one of the most caring people I know.”

While he shared details about the hypothetical scenerarium in which they apparently had a daughter of their own, her heart raced, but not in the thrilling way usually stirred by him.

“You've really thought about all of that.”

Hamid averted his gaze. Even in the low light, a darker tone was visible going up the sides of his neck and straight to the tips of his ears. It was a rare sight, considering Hamid is the kind of guy who never blushes. He openly flirts in front of her father without getting flushed, unlike her, and she cannot recall another situation outside the bedroom or anything she’s ever said that made nearly that same effect.

“You’re blushing…” she mouthed.

“I don’t blush,” he shrugged off, and she pressed a hand to the side of his face, which was warm like expected. His eyes returned to hers and he revelled on her soft touch.

“You do and it’s adorable.”

Encouraged by the way she looked at him, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, revelling on his warmth and the scent of his perfume.

“Don’t you think about that? I mean having babies?” The questions whispered into her hair were unusually tentative.

If he asked her about her opinions on marriage and spending a lifetime together, she would promptly admit the idea is a constant companion in her mind, especially when she missed being around him. But when it comes to having babies… Biting the inner part of her cheek, she pondered on his words. They have been together long enough to talk about most of the hard topics concerning a relationship, she should know this one would come up eventually, yet it just knocks her for six.

Hamid pulled a little bit away from the embrace while waiting for her reply and she looked up at his expecting expression.

“Not really…” Her shoulders raised and then fell. His mouth rounded and he pressed his lips together, failing to conceal the disappointment. “After today, I'll probably have any maternity credentials revoked for good...” she chuckled, trying to light the mood with self-depricating humour.

“You sell yourself short. There is nothing you cannot achieve if you want to, of course.”

“Maybe in other matters. Not this one. I’m aware of the high expectations around motherhood…”

“Then you have thought about that…”

“Every girl has thought about that at some point…” she elaborated, dropping her hands from his waist and pulling away completely from his embrace. Her fingers fidgeted with her mother’s ring on her left hand’s ring finger like she always does when her mind is racing with too many thoughts to be translated with proper words. “But there’s a difference in considering it as a hypothetical outcome when you’re sixteen and a serious lifelong decision…”

“That’s absolutely not a decision to be taken lightly. I am aware, and I do not want you to feel pressured.”

She contemplated the serenity in his eyes. Hamid was always genuine and she believe his every word.

“I know you wouldn't.”

Any hint of the early disappointment vanished from Hamid’s face being replaced by a soft smile.

Enlacing his fingers with hers, they walked back to the drawing room speaking about a slightly less controversial topic: which cooking show they should watch while waiting for Hayley and Ernest to come home. He wanted to watch Sugar Rush and she preferred Nailed It! and they agreed on School of Chocolate – because if anything could distract her mind was the sight of chocolate.

They snuggled on the sofa, but neither seemed to focus on the show and barely held a conversation, exchanging quick jokes about the absurdity of the contestants’ approach from time to time.

The baby subject didn’t make a comeback that evening, and Hamid didn’t seem annoyed or concerned about their future while they munched some berries from the bowl. The man purposedly fed her a strawberry on the mouth and took the opportunity to steal kisses. However, none of that eased Elizabeth. Avoid getting into unpleasant discussion and ruining the rest of the evening could be his diplomatic skills kicking in.

Elizabeth was certain her words had stucked to Hamid. Perhaps, this would be the deal-breaker she has been dreading since they started dating. That constant voice nagging in the back of her mind that someday he would leave her too because she’s not good enough or realize they aren’t a good match as his mother once told her… She’s been working on ignoring that thought on therapy, even though her therapist insists on the necessity of understanding the self-deprecating mindset and the reasons behind the cycle of self-sabotage that constantly resurfaces.

She caught him staring. Maybe he’s trying to figure out the appropriate etiquette to break-up with a girlfriend when you don’t see eye-to-eye in such an essential matter. Her heartbeats quickened at the thought, and she almost jumped in and addressed the subject herself to avoid dwelling on this.

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Hamid took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss to the back of it. His warm lips lingered there, and she gave up on the idea.

If everything is due to fall apart eventually, she'd hold onto him while they got tonight.

Notes:

Kuzum (Turkish) - literally translates as my sheep, but in this context is a term of endearment similar to sweetheart or my dear.

#desire and decorum #playchoices #ernest sinclaire #prince hamid #ernest sinclaire x oc #prince hamid x oc #oc: elizabeth foredale #oc: hayley parker #desire & decorum AU #desire & decorum #choices fanfic #motherhood

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fandomohana · 8 months ago

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I'm the Nanny McPhee friend. When you need me, I'm there, no real questions asked, ready to guide you through. But you will always outgrow me, it's what everyone does. Sometimes the excision from another person's life hits me like a bomb, other times it's just a quiet withering. But you always go. Then I move onto the next, leaving them, hopefully, better than I found them. Meanwhile another slice of me is taken with no replacement in sight.

Other people are a tapestry of love, of the people they love. Pieces of themselves traded to friends and family, in return for pieces from the other. But I'm just a tattered rag. I have a few pieces that cling to me, but it's obvious there isn't much there.

I stay behind when your life improves. There's no room for me in anyone's shiny new adventures. So I sit, and wait, and wonder why I can't do what everyone else does so easily. And I wonder if anyone will know what happens to me, or if one day I'll stop posting, and just be forgotten.

Maybe I'm the August tribute for my family this year. The one that fate will pick to carry off. Better me than someone worthy of life.

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nannymcchicken · 2 years ago

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The two movies having the exact same plot about five rambunctious miscreants who are only acting out due to some failing on their parents end to meet their needs meanwhile they’re parents are coping with the loss of their partner as well as the looming threat of abject poverty and losing everything not to mention a family member related to their lost love won’t stop breathing down their neck with terrible solutions to this money crisis.

All for this old lady form nowhere to barge in and declare herself their Nanny and put the fear of god into the children before sending them to bed. She then magically creates problems for the children to learn form and fix with the climax being the children stopping their parent form going through with the horrible money making deed the relative wants carried out just in the nick of time and Nanny McPhee, now hot, walks off to break into someone else’s home while the parents find true love again and the children get the attention they’ve been missing out on

It’s honestly the best part of the films because despite what I just said being the major criticism of Marry Poppins returns (stolen title btw Disney I’m glaring at you) is that it’s the same as the first film but like, yeah, it is, it’s Marry Fuckin Poppins it’s awesome. This is why I never want them to make a third nanny McPhee movie cuz they’ll change everything and probably add cellphones and TikTok and make me wanna die

#I totally forgot to mention the over saturated bimbo ‘antagonists’ with the best looks in the movie #my favourite trope #nanny mcphee #marry poppins

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princess199 · 9 months ago

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Nanny's room (Tickle fic) (Nanny McPhee)

(Note: This scene is set in between where the brown kids apologize to Selma and the wedding).

Cedric Brown went to the doctor to check on Aggie. Blatherwick went to visit one of her aunts and was goig to return on the morning. And the wedding between Cedric and Selma was yet to come in only a week.

Matilda McPhee never trusted Selma, but not for that she would excuse what the children... argh, the children did to her. And again, she wouldn't excuse Cedric for hiding the truth from his, understanding within everything, kids.

She was never one to conect with the kids she took care of. Her job was always going into a home of mean and bad behaved children, giving them lessons, and called it a day. The moment they would love her, or even like her, accept her, or anything, that was her moment to go.

Blatherwick didn't leave anything for the kids or even her, either a lack of responsibility on the part of the cook, or an irresponsible display of hatred towards those boys and girls. Either way, Matilda barely undertood why those kids would get the hate, when their father wasn't even there to listen or educate. It was easier, no? For them, the adults, to barely see the beauty and the good traits of those children. Matilda remembered how surprised she was when Evangeline told her that Lily was teaching her maid to read. How Tore was able to act like a mother to her siblings, even if following their traps and schemes. How smart Eric and Simon were for their age. Simon was definitely going to be a lider once grown up and matured enough.

Those kids were different to the others. Before cooking anything, Matilda McPhee went upstairs to ask the children what they wanted for dinner. Just two steps and she heard muchings from her room. Her room. Those evil brats.

Matilda found them reading in her room. It was terrifying to see them so still and quiet. But the aura of his antics and his maturity was still there, intact. ''What are you doing here?'' She asked. The children were startled when they heard it. ''You don't care'' Simon replied. Matilda gave him "that" look, the one she had used many times to cast a spell on them, but this time she didn't come with a spell, but with concern. She knew what they were going through. ''You know,'' she told them. ''I'm very proud of what you did yesterday,'' she told them. But none of them seemed proud of what they had done. ''What if she's bad?'' Lily asked. ''In stories, stepmothers are always bad'' ''And the parents don't care,'' Simón complained. Matilda, filled with compassion, sat with them. She hadn't had the chance to say something heartfelt to them like that day. ''Your Father loves You, all of you, and he had the courage to tell them the truth,'' she reminded them. ''It's what a family does'' She gave them a moment to think. Few had realized the depth of those little ones. Not even their own father seemed to understand them at all. Matilda had been able to do it in a month. ''Don't You know how to smile if it's not to cause problems?'' She joked. Tora chuckled. When he stood up to her babysitter, her expression changed to surprise

"You have never smiled at us, You know?'' ''Never?'' asked the nanny, surprised. ''No,'' Eric stressed, a little amused. ''I thought you hated us'' Matilda smiled again. ''A little discipline and you already think I hate you? this youth of now '' she said jokingly. ''Well, most of the babysitters… we had scared them away within a week…'' Tora reflected. Matilda rolled her eyes. She couldn't blame them. They were still young, and although they had questionable methods, they were only going with what their instincts told them.

After a moment of silence, Crissy and Sebastian approached her. ''Do not go…'' Matilda hugged the girl, praying that they would be guided without her. She couldn't play their replacement mother all her life. ''There are other houses that need me,'' she excused herself. She knew that the others had heard her, and although they didn't say anything in the middle of her reflection, she knew that they thought 'we knew'. ''But we still need you,'' Sebastian insisted. Matilda hugged them. And she wondered how she could…she just leave.

Matilda couldn't stand seeing those children so sad. It was wrong to be naughty, but even more of a party pooper. Someone so sad and depressed. Out of her mind, she had a playful idea. Just like one day, she remembered, her mother had done to her. She grabbed Chrissy and Sebastian without warning, hearing her questions, and then… ''PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT'' ''PFFT, PFFT, PFFT'' They both screamed. ''What are you doing?'' Chrissy asked, blushing with laughter. ''I'm hungry. And my witch instinct can't take it anymore, I have to eat you and your brothers and sisters!!!" McPhee growled, her voice deepening as she spoke. They were just fake kisses and bites.

Matilda switched her nipping in between Sebastian and Chrissy, making them sloppier with the later. The other kids finally turned to her, surprised that her nanny that so punished them could be so sweet and silly. ''Om nom nom, hmm I could snack on you kids all day long!'' the woman joked on Sebastian's little tummy, pressing her lips towards his belly buttom. That made the little boy squilled. The older kids laughed in low voice, almost making fun of ther nanny. Their mother used to tickle them like that, and since her death they missed her playful self so much. ''He…'' Simon blurted out while smiling a little bit. ''Didn't knew you were like that'' Matilda sealed the twins troture with a raspberry to each on them. She then left them in the bed, rubbing the bellies with her hand. ''I love naugthy kids for dinner. I could snack on any of you'' she looked at Lily hiding behind the sheets. The nanny grabbed the little girl, who squirled and scream too, but with a hidden happiness. Matilda monstrously and playfully kissed the girl's tummy, subtly transitioning to bites thirsty for naughty girl laughter. ''Nam nam nam'' she blurted out, before nuzzling the girl's cheeks.

''NAHAHAHAHA'' Lily screamed, trapped in the witch's arms. After blowing on the girl's belly, Matilda caught Eric, who also hid under the covers. She came to think that the children really wanted her to tickle them/eat them whole. Better for her, the witch thought.

''And now, the smartest one'' Matilda joked, nuzzling the boy's cheeks. Her round, wrinkled, greasy nose made her more adept at being a monster to those brats. ''You're bad!'' Eric tried to free himself, shaking his feet. ''Ouch!'' Matilda complained. ''You hurt me. I guess I'll have to…'' Saying that, she bit the boy's ribs and belly. Eric was, debatably, the most ticklish Brown. As soon as Matilda lightly brushed against his ribs, without really biting or touching, he was already laughing. She left the boy next to his brothers who had already experienced the torture.

All the little ones looked at her. They had never felt anything like that from her, and they felt that that love was with them forever, enough to be able to better endure her farewell to her babysitter. ''Do you love us?'' Chrissy asked. Matilda laughed. ''A lot. Even with all your flaws Behind the witch, Simón was about to complain slightly. She had punished them for doing wrong, for being naughty, but no…she had not punished them for being creative or resourceful, or intelligent per se. Just what they did with it.

''Congratulations for putting up with us,'' the boy muttered. Tora nodded at this. ''Anyone would have left, just in the kitchen'' Matilda caressed the two eldest's hair. ''Will you miss me?'' she asked. The children just snickered. ''Know that if his father catches you being bad children, he will call me and I will come after you little cakes again,'' she growled, before giving Tora a kiss on the cheek. ''Do we have to love you for you to leave?'' asked Simón. ''Only a little. You just have to not need me'' ''And what do we need from you?'' Sebastian asked. Matilda smiled wistfully, she really would miss them. ''Oh, you'll see'' with that said, she turned to the two oldest brothers and grabbed them tightly, although they asked that ''not them''. It was very easy, even more so than with the little ones who were already hiding under the covers.

''NO, IT WON'T WORK WITH US-'' Simón protested, laughing. ''WE DON'T TICKLE-'' And before Tora could continue, she already felt her babysitter's lips on her belly. It was more difficult, since Simón and Tora kicked a lot, but Matilda managed to get some bites for the ribs and belly of the eldest sister. ''Hmm, you are a delight,'' the witch said, pressing her lips and her nose against the girl's belly, before nuzzling and nibbling on it. ''BAHAHAHA STOAPAHAHAH'' Tora begged. ''Wait, something is still missing'' and the witch blew strongly on the young girl's belly, leaving her free of it, ''And now-'' ''DON'T YOU DARE'' Simon shouted as Matilda caressed the boy's belly. ''Don't worry, it'll just be a bite,'' the babysitter joked, playing with her favorite (in quotes) of the Browns. She leaned forward while she took imaginary bites, until finally kissing and biting the naughtiest boy's belly. Simón really screamed, and tried to get free, even though he enjoyed it. Matilda ended up with a raspberry gravy on the boy's navel and a couple of bites.

The Browns looked at her again as the babysitter got out of bed. ''You want more? I'm not full yet,' she joked, moving her fingers toward the children as if she were going to grab them. ''You're mean,'' Lily muttered. Matilda laughed and kissed each of them on her cheek, near the ear of some of them. ''I always knew they were little cakes at the bottom,'' the babysitter said, moving her fingers over Eric's belly, the last one to receive her kiss. ''Not a word'' she told them. ''Oh, no one will know that you made us look like babies,'' Simon laughed, trying to act defiant, but thanks to Matilda, he couldn't.

Nanny McPhee left they day of the wedding. But she left with them the sweet kiss of a lovely witch, thirsty for love and laughs of recently guided children. If they were women and men of good, it was kind of, because of her.

#nanny mcphee #ticlefic #nibbling #mouth tickle #sweet #im gonna eat you #brown family

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