#noah sebastian dad

[flowery-mess]

Just another dad Noah thought...

I have two ideas of this in my head...

1) Noah is away on tour and you and your toddler take lots of videos of things you do together to send him. Like you just put your phone somewhere, then forget it's even there and Noah then can watch what he's missing when he's away. So one day you sit your toddler down, put the phone on record and do 'interview about my daddy' where you ask toddlers things like 'how old is daddy? what's daddy's job?' and this is how it goes:

"What's daddy's name?"

"Noaaaaah." he yells, just like you do when Noah is in other room and you call out for him.

"How old is he?"

"Mhmm, 3."

"Oh okay. What's his job?"

"Screaming at people." your toddler says with a proud grin on his face and you try to hold your laugh, because he's kind of right.

"What's his favorite food?"

"Vegetable salad." you can't really remember the last time Noah would ate vegetable salad, but okey.

"What daddy's favorite thing to do with us?"

"Watch a movie and then fall asleep on the couch."

And this would go on for a few more questions and as a respond from Noah you'd get picture of his face with little sad pout and tears in his eyes, saying he misses you and can't wait to be home.

2) Sometimes kids do this at school, so your toddler would come home with two papers, one for you and one for Noah. When you read it for the first you try really hard to not laugh and make your baby sad. But later when the baby is asleep and Noah has some free time for a call, you pour yourself a glass of wine and put Noah on facetime as you read him the cards.

"What's mummy's name? And the answer is 'my love'" and you both make heart eyes at each other, knowing he got that answer from how Noah calls you.

"What's mummy's job?" and the answer would be 'cutting into peoples heads, and you'd be a hairdresser or 'she's selling people drugs' and you'd be a pharmacist.

"How tall is daddy?" and you could not get the answer out of you because you'd be laughing too much "Noah, the answer is 3 feet."

"What's daddy's favorite thing to do with me?" and the answer is 'buying me toys'"

"Oh, guilty." Would be Noah's answer.

"I told you you're spoiling him."

"But he's always so happy and then he's cute, you have to admit that love."

"What does mummy and daddy do after I go to sleep?"

"He doesn't know what we like to do when he's asleep, should I be scared for that answer?" Noah said over the phone.

"They clean after me and drink alcohol."

"Oh god we look like alcoholics."

"Well, I'm literally drinking wine now."

After that you'd fell into comfortable silence and just look at each other through the screen.

"I miss you, just one more week and I'm home with you." Noah said with sad smile on his face.

"Oh I can't wait to have my 3 feet tall husband back so we can drink alcohol together!"

[jerich0l0ve]

Could you write a little blurb about what Noah would be like while you are in labor at the hospital? (currently preggers myself lol)

Ooooooo I LOVE THIS ONE!

I think Noah would be super in control of the situation, at least he thinks he is. Anytime a nurse comes in, he's asking a million questions. I think Noah thrives on knowing everything and having the knowledge, not in a bad way but in a protective way. He wants to know what that sound is, what that medication will do, how long until the baby comes, why you're in so much pain. He's attentive when the nurses check your cervix for dilation. He's making sure when you move positions that he's right there helping you.

I think he would hold your hand the entire time, rubbing his thumb over yours to let you know he's there.

When the baby comes, I think this man is squeamish. He wouldn't watch but he'd be actively helping you push. Looking into your eyes, letting you squeeze his hand when the pain is too much. He'd be extremely worried that something would happen, but wouldn't share that with you.

Once the baby is out he's balling his eyes out. He's so proud of you, you did that! He cannot believe he is a father, he would probably have to sit down to process this information so he didn't pass out.

I hope you enjoy :)

[stingray-art]

you cling so tightly to the beast that waits to devour you

(please don’t tag as ship)

[concretejunglefm]

Imagine Noah and reader having a baby girl who just started talking and saying “hi” to everyone she sees

You can write a quick one shot, but it’s fine if you don’t want to.

Anygay

I love you💕🎀

Anygay, that's me 🥰 I hope that you like this anon ily 💕

At some point, your bundle of joy, who once did little more than burp and gurgle in your arms, turned into a ball of sunshine, ready to take on the world and say ‘hi’ to every person she meets.

It’s become her new favourite word, right after Dada—even though you and Noah still argue over how it actually sounded.

“She’s not saying Dada,” you insist one night, huffy at the thought that your daughter would choose that word first over any for you.

“Are you sure about that?” Noah smirks. He’s been gloating ever since she uttered that first wobbly attempt, and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

Now it’s ‘hi’—not just to you or family or friends, but to complete strangers on the street. You barely make it a block with her toddling along beside you before she’s stopping in front of someone, grinning up at them with her whole face, and chirping, “Hi!”

No matter how many times you try to enforce ‘stranger danger,’ she just looks back at you with wide, curious eyes, blowing bubbles, clearly too young to understand, and completely indifferent unless your warning comes in the same honey-smooth voice as her Dada.

She also doesn’t care that just because her dad is behind a closed door, it means he’s working.

Now she sits outside the door to his home studio, stuffed animal in hand, peering up at it like it might magically open if she stares hard enough. It’s been hours since Noah slipped inside with the rest of the band to work on the upcoming album, and you’ve been trying everything to distract her.

“Come on, bug! Let’s go watch Peppa Pig!” you sing, upping your cadence to coax some excitement out of her.

Nothing. Just your baby girl sitting on the floor, pouting for her favourite person in the entire world.

With a sigh, you flop down beside her, only lifting your head when the door creaks open and Jolly’s deep chuckle fills the hallway, along with the sound of your name.

“Noah thought he heard you out here,” Jolly says, smiling as he towers over the both of you.

Your daughter stretches her arms up to him and lets her favourite word slip out. “Hi.”

Jolly gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Hi?! You’re talking now? No way!”

She tries to push up onto her legs, wobbles, and lands right back on her bum. Jolly chuckles and gently lifts her by the arms, placing her steady on her feet. That’s all it takes for her to stumble forward between his legs and waddle right into the studio.

From where you sit, you hear the chorus erupt, her enthusiastic ‘hi!’ met with laughter and echoing greetings from the guys inside.

It’s Folio who scoops her up next, her tiny hands grabbing his face as she giggles and repeats, “Hi.”

Folio makes a strangled noise, as if she’s just pierced his heart clean through. You know the feeling all too well, she’s a weapon of pure cuteness.

“She’s obsessed with attention,” Noah teases from somewhere inside.

“Gee, I wonder where she got that from,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you push off the floor and step into the room.

Noah spins around in his chair, that boyish grin already spreading across his face. “No idea,” he says softly, reaching out for you like you’re gravity.

He looks at you the way your daughter looks at him—with something bigger than words could ever convey. He’s practically glowing, especially when Folio steps closer and your daughter spots her dad again. Her arms stretch toward him, and she sings, “Hi, Dada!” Noah doesn’t even try to act cool and you see the way he melts.

The second she says those words, he takes her back into his arms like it’s the only thing he ever wants to do. His heart is wide open, his smile pure and he looks between the two of you like he can’t believe this is real—like he’s never been happier in his life, and has no intention of hiding it.

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: Luna talks about what a friend of hers thinks about Noah.

The three of you were on the couch after having dinner. The night outside was quiet, and the only sounds in the house were the hum of the heater and the faint rustling of Luna’s tiny feet kicking against Noah’s leg as she settled comfortably in his lap, and the soft hum Neki made as he slept at the foot of the couch.

You sat beside them, your legs tucked up under you, enjoying the easy, quiet comfort of the evening.

Luna was already in her pajamas, a mix of pink and purple, smelling faintly of soap and lavender after her bath. She played absentmindedly with the fabric of Noah’s hoodie, twisting it in her small fingers before suddenly looking up at him with those big brown eyes.

“Daddy,” she started, tilting her head slightly. “Today Lily said you look scary, when she saw you.”

You saw the way Noah’s expression faltered just slightly, the way his fingers hesitated in the soothing circles he was rubbing against Luna’s back.

Noah had always known that his appearance wasn’t exactly… the one of a "conventional dad", and the fact that he was covered in tattoos and mostly dressed in black didn't really help.

The first few times he had taken Luna to preschool, he had felt the weight of every judgmental stare from the other parents, especially the moms. They had looked at him like they already knew what kind of father he was, like his inked skin, the fact that he was a musician and that Luna didn’t have a mom, let them know everything they needed to assume.

And maybe he had imagined some of it, but he was pretty damn sure he hadn’t imagined the way conversations quieted when he stepped into the room, the way some of them pulled their kids just a little closer when he walked by.

One day, you had joked, "Don’t go flirting with the moms when you drop Luna off."

Noah had scoffed, shaking his head as he adjusted the little purple bow on Luna's head. "Yeah, no danger of that. They probably all hate me."

Now he exhaled softly, trying to keep his voice casual. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “Do you think I look scary?”

Luna blinked at him, clearly confused by the question. Then, without hesitation, she shook her head. “No,” she said simply, like it was the silliest thing in the world. She leaned against his chest, pressing her tiny hands against his hoodie, as if trying to make her point even clearer. “You look like my daddy.”

Noah let out a slow breath, his arms instinctively tightening around her small frame.

You watched him closely, seeing the weight lift off his shoulders even if he wasn’t fully aware of it. You knew Noah thought about these things more than he let on—how people saw him, how parents at Luna’s preschool sometimes gave him wary glances. You had seen the tension in his shoulders when he stood outside the classroom, waiting for Luna, as if he was always preparing for someone to look at him the wrong way.

But Luna didn’t see him like that. She never had.

You remembered what happened when Noah went to pick up Luna from preschool a month earlier, Noah had explained everything.

He’d been running late that day, caught in traffic, his fingers drumming anxiously against the steering wheel as he’d tried not to think about how much he hated being late. By the time he’d parked and rushed inside, most of the other kids had already been picked up, leaving Luna sitting on a small chair near the front desk, swinging her legs as she’d clutched her backpack.

When she’d seen him, her face had instantly lit up. “Daddy!” she’d called out, sliding off the chair and hurrying toward him.

But before she could reach him, one of the teachers had stepped in front of him, stopping him with a hesitant look.

“Sir, I’m going to need to see some ID,” she’d said, her voice polite but firm.

Noah had frowned, glancing between her and Luna, who had already been reaching for him. “What?”

“I just need to confirm that you’re her father,” the teacher had explained, shifting uncomfortably. “We have to be cautious, you understand.”

He’d understood the importance of safety, of course he had. But the way she had looked at him—like he was some stranger trying to take a kid that wasn’t his—had made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

“I’m her dad,” he’d said, keeping his voice steady as he’d crouched down to Luna’s level, placing a reassuring hand on her back. “Luna?”

Luna had blinked up at him, clearly confused. “You’re my daddy,” she’d said matter-of-factly, like it had been the most obvious thing in the world.

Noah had looked back at the teacher. “There. Can I take my daughter home now?”

The teacher had still hesitated, her gaze flicking over him—taking in the tattoos covering his hands and neck, the dark clothes, the sharp contrast between him and the tiny, pink-clad girl at his side.

“Sir,” she’d said again, her tone softer this time but still firm, “I really need to see some identification.”

Noah had clenched his jaw but he had walked back to his car, taking the wallet, leaving a confused Luna looking at him. He’d flipped it open and shown his ID, and after a few moments of scrutiny, the teacher had finally nodded.

“Alright,” she’d said, forcing a small smile. “Thank you for understanding. You can take her home now.”

He hadn’t said anything. He’d just scooped Luna up into his arms, holding her a little tighter than usual as he’d walked out of the building.

“Daddy?” Luna had murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why did she ask that?”

Noah had swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s nothing, Lu,” he’d murmured. “Let’s go home.”

But even as he’d strapped her into the car seat and started the drive home, the feeling had stayed.

He’d known he didn’t look like the typical dad. He’d known people made assumptions. But he’d hated that, even for a moment, someone had looked at him and thought he wasn’t hers.

Now, still sitting next to him, you reached out, gently running your hand over Noah’s arm. He glanced at you briefly, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile.

“I just don’t want your friends to be scared of me,” he admitted quietly, mostly to himself.

Luna, who was already getting sleepy, rested her head against his chest. “Why?” she mumbled.

“Because…” He hesitated, exhaling through his nose. “I don’t want them to think I’m mean. I don’t want people to look at me and think bad things.”

Luna was quiet for a moment, then she sighed dramatically. “You’re not mean,” she said, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. “You’re nice. And you give good cuddles.”

Noah let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded against him. “Mhm.” Then, after a pause, she added, “And you’re my best daddy.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, warmth blooming in your chest at the way Noah’s expression softened completely.

He pressed a kiss to her hair, holding her a little closer. “You’re my best Luna,” he whispered.

She giggled, already half-asleep against him.

After a couple of minutes, she suddenly shifted, sitting up just enough to place her tiny hands on his cheeks.

“Yes. You’re cuddly,” she announced, squishing his face between her small palms.

Noah blinked at her, lips pressing together under the pressure of her hands. “Am I?” His voice came out slightly distorted, making Luna (and you) giggle.

“Mhm,” she nodded seriously, keeping her hands there as she studied his face. “Soft.”

You chuckled beside them, watching the way Noah let her do whatever she wanted, no trace of protest in his expression. It was almost funny, how easily this little girl had him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

“Soft?” Noah repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Lu, I have a stubble.”

Luna just giggled again, letting go of his face only to wrap her arms around his neck. “Still cuddly,” she mumbled into his hoodie.

Noah huffed a small laugh, wrapping his arms around her. His eyes met yours for a second, and you could see it—how much he loved her, how much these tiny moments meant to him.

And as Luna snuggled back into his chest, sleep slowly creeping in, you couldn’t help but smile.

You leaned into Noah’s side, resting your head against his shoulder. “She’s right, you know,” you murmured, “you're nice. And give great cuddles. And you're the best dad and boyfriend ever.”

He sighed, but it wasn’t a heavy sound, it was lighter, like something had finally settled in him. “Yeah,” he admitted, glancing down at the tiny girl in his arms. “I hope you both are.”

You stayed in silence for a while, then, eventually, Noah sighed softly. “Alright, Lu,” he murmured, shifting carefully so he could stand up without waking her completely. “Time for bed.”

Luna let out a sleepy little whine but didn’t protest as he carried her to her room. You followed, stepping ahead to pull back the covers on her small bed. Noah laid her down gently, and you both worked together to tuck her in.

You reached for Mr. Flop, and placed it next to her. Luna instinctively curled an arm around it, her eyes fluttering open just enough to look at the two of you.

“No story?” she mumbled.

Noah chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. “It’s too late for a story tonight, princess.”

You crouched beside the bed. “We’ll do a double story tomorrow, okay?” you promised, your voice gentle.

Luna considered that for a moment, then gave a tiny nod. “Okay.”

Her eyes drifted closed again, her breathing evening out as she snuggled deeper under the blankets.

Noah leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight, Lu.”

With one last glance to make sure she was settled, Noah turned off the small nightlight beside her bed, and the two of you stepped out, carefully closing the door behind you.

Noah turned to you, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Double story, huh?”

You shrugged. “Had to make it up to her somehow.”

He hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked toward the bedroom. “Guess I’ll have to think of a good one.”

Once inside, you both changed into more comfortable clothes, Noah stripping off his hoodie and swapping his sweatpants with some more comfortable, while you slipped into one of his old t-shirts.

You climbed into bed and Noah slid under the covers beside you, immediately pulling you close. His arms wrapped around you, his body warm against yours. You let out a content sigh, nuzzling into his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You just enjoyed the quiet, the safety of being wrapped up together.

Then, softly, Noah murmured, “She really doesn’t see me like that, does she?”

You shook your head. “Nope. She sees her dad. The guy who makes her pancakes shaped like bunnies, who carries her on his shoulders when her legs get tired, who sings her lullabies with the softest voice ever.”

Noah let out a soft breath, his arms tightening around you. “Guess that’s all that matters.”

“It is,” you murmured. “That’s what makes you a good dad.”

He didn’t answer right away, just pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Then, in a voice quieter than before, he said, “Thank you.”

“Love you.” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Love you too.” he mumbled, his voice low and sleepy, "Goodnight."

Just as you drifted off, the faintest sound of paws padding across the floor reached your ears.

Neki, moving like a shadow, hopped up onto the bed, curling up at your feet with a satisfied sigh.

"Goodnight Neki." You murmured.

"Did you just say goodnight to the dog before me?"

You grinned, eyes still closed. "Ops."

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[xmads-omensx]

Pairing: Dad!Noah X Wife!Reader

CW: mentions of long distance relationship

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“DADDY!” A small voice yelled as a heavy weight landed on top of you and Noah.

“DADDY!” A second one called.

The twins missed Noah an awful lot on tour, so this moment had been highly anticipated from all of you since the moment Noah left all those weeks ago.

Noah had crept through the front door, you silently walking over to greet him with a warm and tight hug with a kiss before helping him carry his bags upstairs before cuddling into your shared bed.

That was your favourite part of being married to Noah.

Those silent moments as you sneak around your two favourite people, trying to ensure their joy in the morning when they wake up to their dad being home.

Noah’s favourite part was leaving their gifts at the end of their beds so that they would wake up to them and know that their dad was home.

This time, the two of them had rushed into the bedroom, with Ivy clutching a stuffed koala to her chest and Levi holding a stuffed snake around his shoulders.

“Hey you two.” Noah groaned, adjusting to being awake after being in such a lovely, deep sleep.

He had entered the house around three in the morning, so having his two children jumping on him barely four hours later was not enjoyable in the slightest.

But he didn’t care.

The smiles on their faces as they hugged him and told him how much they missed was worth it every damn time.

[veephoenix]

bubbles & snow — noah sebastian

Summary: Noah comes home from work right on time to give his babygirl a bath with lots of bubbles 🫧

Words: 1.8k | pairing: noah sebastian x reader + their daughter | my works | 🏷️ tags: girldad!noah, bathtime, tooth-rooting fluff | Author's note: these thoughts wouldn't leave my mind since yesterday so here it goes ✨

Bubbles & Snow

I had just finished undressing our nearly three-year-old daughter, getting her ready for her evening bath, when the front door downstairs shut, announcing someone’s arrival. The sound was followed by the familiar zipper being undone and shoes being kicked off.

Our little girl snapped her head up toward me as I continued crouched on the floor, gathering her clothes to toss in the laundry hamper. Her big brown eyes went wide with excitement, eyebrows shooting up as if she’d just made a grand discovery.

“Daddy,” she half-whispered half-exclaimed, as though I didn’t already know who had just come home.

Before I could stop her, she was off—bare feet pattering across the floor as she darted out of our bedroom and into the hallway. I called after her, reminding her to be careful, but there was no slowing her down. Noah had been gone all day, and she missed him like crazy.

Our house had two levels. The upstairs, where the bedrooms were located, had a hallway that opened up to a loft-style landing with a wooden railing, overlooking the spacious living room below. From there, you could see the main entrance and most of the ground floor.

My baby skidded to a stop at the railing, grabbing the wooden bars and peering down, eyes bright and full of anticipation.

“Daddy!”

Noah stepped into the living room, smiling brightly as he looked up at her. His hands rested loosely on his hips.

“Who’s this little lady, running around the house with no clothes on?!” he asked, mock-scandalized.

“’S me, daddy!” she declared proudly. “‘S bath time!”

“Bath time?” he echoed, eyes widening in exaggerated surprise. “No way—that’s my favorite time!”

Without missing a beat, he tugged off his white T-shirt dramatically, then he made a theatrical dash for the stairs, trying to peel off his socks mid-run, nearly tripping in the process, sending our daughter into a fit of giggles.

“Faster, Daddy!”

“I’m trying!” he said with urgency, stumbling over his own feet. She squealed with laughter, jumping in place, her long wavy hair tumbling down her back like a waterfall. We hadn’t taken her to a hairstylist for a while and it really was time for a trim.

“Daddy, you’re silly!”

“I think I broke my ankle!” 

“No, you didn’t!” she shot back, unable to contain her laughter.

Grinning, he scooped her up into his arms the second he reached the landing. She melted against his bare chest, squealing and squirming as he greeted her by covering her cheeks in loud kisses. Then, with one arm wrapped tightly around her, he made his way toward our suite.

Seeing Noah holding our daughter like that—her always looking so small in his arms even as the years passed—was a sight that never failed to send a flutter of butterflies through my chest.

As he approached me, looking intently into my eyes, he caught the hem of my loose T-shirt between his fingers, tugging me toward him for a kiss.

“Hi, love.”

“Hi,” I said, smiling. “How was work?”

“Good. But now that I’m home with my girls?” He made our daughter bounce on his arm. “Even better.”

My heart melted a little. Just a little.

“I was just about to give her her evening bath. The tub’s already full and at the right temperature.”

“Bubbles!” Our baby girl squealed, throwing her arms in the air.

“Perfect. I’ll hop in with her,” Noah said, nudging his head toward the bathroom. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he meant: Take a break, you’ve earned it.

I’d been with her all day, and while I loved spending time with her and didn’t want to miss a second of her childhood, I couldn’t deny how much I appreciated a few quiet minutes to myself.

I whispered a “thank you” as I stepped aside with her tiny clothes bundled in my arms and left them to their bubbly, lavender-steamed bath. 

Five minutes later, I was stretched out on the sectional in our living room, trying to lose myself in the book in my hands. I’d cracked it open with every intention of escaping into another world for a while as Noah washed our baby and got her hydrated and ready with her pjs, but focusing was proving to be a challenge. 

From upstairs came the sound of laughter and splashing water (Noah had left the bathroom and bedroom doors open, so their world kept spilling warmly into mine.). I could hear our daughter squealing, filling the house with her sweet sounds. I tried to concentrate, my eyes scanning the same paragraph for the third time, but my attention kept drifting back to the chaos above me.

“Daddy, you’re a snowman!” I heard her say, her voice bubbling with delight.

Immediately, the image of Noah sitting in the tub, legs bent, absolutely covered in white foam, bubbles piling up on his head and shoulders popped into my head. I bit back a smile, the corners of my mouth twitching.

I turned another page I hadn’t actually read, the words blurring as sounds continued to drift down from upstairs as the minutes passed.

There was the gentle splashing of water, Noah’s deep, low voice, and our daughter’s endless giggles and mispronounced words bouncing off the walls. 

“Okay,” Noah said, in his best dad voice, “arms up!”

“Nooo!” she squealed, knowing what came next.

“Come on, arms up! We’ve got to clean those little armpits. Very important business.”

“No, Daddy, that tickles!”

“You know I’m just doing my job. It’s either that or you’re going to be a smelly baby.”

“M’not smelly!” She countered, and I could see her pout and the glare she was probably sending to Noah so clearly in my head.

“You won’t be if you let me wash you properly. Arms up, come on.”

“No tickles, ok, daddy?”

“Okay. No tickles, I promise.”

“Good Daddy.”

I heard Noah laughing to himself as she praised him with that authoritative voice she must have picked up from him, probably from when the rest of the boys were around and he bossed them around about business.

“Arms up now, and close your eyes.”

Before he even touched her, I could tell she was already squealing and trying to clamp her arms to her sides.

“Daddy, no!!”

Noah didn’t reply. He focused on washing her, making sure she didn’t slip under his touch and sink into the water. He told her to be still a couple of times, using his serious dad tone.

“Not again, Daddy,” she whined after a minute. “I want to be smelly.”

Noah’s snort reached the living room.

“Smelly babies can’t sleep with their mom and dad on the weekends. Did you know that?”

“Yes, they can! Don’t tell lies, Daddy!”

Noah shook his head, trying to contain a smile, biting his lower lip as he looked down at the tiny creature submerged in water up to her chest, facing him as she sat caged between his bent legs.

“Jesus,” he muttered, starting to wash himself, “so dramatic for a two-year-old.”

“I’m not dramatic!” she shouted. Splash.

“Yes, you are.”

“No! I’m Elsa!” she declared suddenly. I could tell she tried to stand up too quickly, because I heard Noah say, “Easy there.”

“I have snow powers!” she continued. “Look!”

I was so tempted to get up and go upstairs to peek and watch the scene unfold with my own eyes. But I stayed put, imagining exactly what was happening in the bathroom.

“Oh no…” Noah said, voice slow and warning. “Oh, no! She’s freezing me! Somebody help!” 

“I’m throwing snow at you, Daddy!”

“Aaahh!” he shouted, making the water slosh so much that some of it spilled out of the tub.  “I’m freezing! I’m drowning in snow!”

I snorted, letting the book drop from my hands to the cushions beneath my legs. Noah’s tall frame was probably awkwardly folded into our standard-sized bathtub, and now he was pretending to be defeated dramatically with snow and suds thrown by our daughter in some imaginary battle. 

About twenty minutes later, I heard the creak of the stairs and the soft pad of footsteps.

When I looked up, I saw Noah and our daughter coming down to meet me in the living room.

Noah had a white towel wrapped around his waist, and another twisted into a bulky turban on his head. In his arms, our daughter was bundled up like a burrito, tucked in tight in her towel, arms free, a miniature towel-turban wobbling on her head, slightly off-center. They looked like posh spa models. 

“Mommy, we match,” our baby announced, putting a hand on her towel-turban.

“I can see that,” I chuckled.

“She insisted,” Noah replied, shrugging. “Couldn’t say no.” 

“I am clean now,” she said proudly, her skin shiny and hydrated. “I’m not smelly. Can I sleep with you and Daddy?”

I shared a knowing look with Noah, and all I got back was that warm, love-filled expression. He could try to teach our daughter that she wouldn’t get to spend the night with us unless she was good and followed the rules, but the truth was, Noah was the one having the hardest time letting her transition from our room to her own.

He loved morning snuggles and waking up to little fingers pushing at his side, telling him the sun was up and reminding him that Nick would scold him for being late to the studio if he didn’t get moving.

She stretched her arms toward me as Noah rounded the sofa and stopped in front of me, gently handing her over. I scooped her up, and she toppled into my lap.

“Of course you can, sweetheart,” I said to her, kissing her pink chubby cheek. “Mm, you smell good, that’s true.”

“I smell like a flower, Mommy?”

“Like a lavender burrito, if you ask me,” Noah replied, flopping down next to us, legs spread, sinking into the cushions. He looked at us for a beat before lifting an arm to adjust our baby’s turban. “You should’ve seen her in action,” he said to me. “She froze me with snow powers. I barely survived.”

“No way.” I took her by the arms and lifted her so her toes touched my thighs. “Is that true? You froze Daddy?”

“But it wasn’t real, Mommy. Just suds and bubbles. I didn’t hurt Daddy.”

Noah draped his arm around my shoulders and tilted his head until it touched mine, both of us gazing lovingly at our daughter.

“You didn’t, baby,” Noah reassured her in a low, gentle voice.

“But he tickled me. Here,” she said, pointing to her left armpit.

“No, I didn’t,” Noah shot back quickly, raising an eyebrow and pointing at her. “I cleaned you. That’s different.”

“I don’t like it.”

“But now you’re clean and smelling so nice, aren’t you?” I said, bouncing her gently on my lap. “Tell you what,” I added, pulling her closer and brushing my lips against her ear, sending Noah a mischievous glance, “why don’t we tickle Daddy tonight when we go to bed?”

Immediately, her face lit up, and within seconds, a grin spread across her entire face.

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

“Two against one? That’s not fair!” Noah replied.

[darksigns-exe]

Unfortunately for everyone I’m back on my dad!Noah bs enjoy <3

tw: mentions issues with conception

The soft, warm sunlight that pours in through the partially open blinds tickles your skin. You scrunch up your face trying your best to stop yourself from waking up just yet.

Instead of trying to stop the inevitable you focus on the man behind you. Noah’s still fast asleep, the slow and steady rise of his chest behind you sends a wave of comfort over you and you scoot a little closer against him.

In his sleep, he drapes an arm across your front, hand instinctively coming to rest against your tummy.

It’s still new, there’s barely any evidence of that little life yet. But you both know that it’s there. He cried with you when the test was finally positive. After so many negatives you’d almost given up hope, but Noah had been relentless in his efforts to keep your spirits high. He’d spent countless hours at your side comforting and reassuring you that it would work at some point.

You’d resigned yourself to another negative that day. Assumed that it would be the same sad feeling, that he’d scoop you up and hold you close while you wallowed in your self pity. You’d asked him to check for once and you’ll never forget how his expression had morphed from tempered curiosity to disbelief to pure joy.

It’s been a few weeks since then and he’s still glued to your side. All of this seems to have brought up a new side of him, something even softer than what you are already used to. And somehow he’s gotten even more attached to you.

Noah shifts behind you, stifles a yawn likely assuming that you’re still asleep in front of him.

Your quiet good morning is countered with a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Good morning, love.” You feel his breath brushing against your skin and it sends a ripple down your spine.

You stay like this for a long while just indulging in each other’s presence and warmth. His hand never leaves your tummy. It’s a nice little comfort.

You feel his fingers pulse against your skin.

“I can’t wait to meet her.” He says it so softly that you almost miss it.

It’s honestly endearing how convinced he is that you’re having a girl.

“You’ll have to wait just a while longer.” You reply, unable to hide the smile from your words.

“I know. Just makes it more exciting.”

[bad-o-mens]

Happy Birthday, Nicholas!

[starsomens]

𝕂𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟

year 1

1-3 months

Have a new baby at home was almost like having a guest in your home. Only your life revolves around them now and you’re constantly worried if they’re okay!

When you had gotten home from the hospital Keaton insisted that he was still sleepy and so stayed asleep meanwhile you and Noah were freaking a bit

“Is he supposed to sleep that much?”

“I mean his is a newborn so I guess it’s normal……is he breathing” *proceeds to put his finger under his nose “okay he is”

Keaton was more a day sleeper rather than at night….big problem. Here you were in your rocking chair trying to get him to sleep at 4:17 am. Your eyes were heavy, your arms felt like rock and you were really just ready to knock out right there. You didn’t tell Noah since he had some things to get done tomorrow

After half hour passed Noah came in rubbing his eyes and took Keaton from you

"Come on babe, it's my turn to watch him,"

"are you sure...*yawwwn* you have that meeting later today, I'll be-"

"Not gonna hear it. Get to bed now missy,"

You were so grateful to have Noah there to help you with as much as he does

Feeding, changing, bathing and night shifts were shared but he always made sure to take on a majority so you could rest more. While he did work still, he worked from home and if he had to take the whole day to help you he did.

The one thing that he did worry about was how small Keaton was. He was just so tiny in comparison to him. He held his entire body in his two hands!

He loved to do skin to skin, especially before going to sleep or while doing work at home. He knew that it was essential for bonding and just overall good for the baby. On top of that he really did enjoy just having Keaton lay on his chest and fall asleep.

When it came to breast-feeding, he was a very big help. He would help to get a good latch or he would help you with the breast pump and remind you about times and switch. Help you moisturize them to keep them from getting dry and cracked

There were nights where he would put Keaton to sleep. While he was in the rocking chair, he was just stared down at him while he stroked the soft hair on his head with his finger.

“ never really thought that I would be a dad…. Once we found out about you, it really did change everything. I swear I’m never going to leave you you need me”

He wants to give him the best life possible and the best dad that he can

3-6 months

So much development! Noah is just taken away by it! Now he's mimicking his faces, and sounds and he will spend HOURS just making faces and sounds or copying him

"babe, babe! Look he's copying me screaming face!" and he'd make his face then turn Keaton around to show you his face

He is convinced Keaton is more advanced than most kids so every time you go to the doctors he's just waiting for them to say they're perfect

the more he grows the more he looks like Noah but with your eyes. You spent 9 months carrying a copy of your husband for him to be his exact copy, but, he did take your attitude and personality

Noah swears that he gave him stank eye when he took the bottle away from feeding and said it looked exactly like you did

"Of course he is! Look at him!"

Noah Love tummy time with Keaton he was just so cute the way he smiled and giggled and tried to hold his head up. And yes He's let his head fall right on the floor and yes Noah has laughed while kissing his head better

Keaton seems to have a thing whenever Noah watches him that he just blows his diaper up almost on purpose. Noah thinks Keaton is entertained by it since he always giggles when he changes his diaper with a stank face.

yes Noah has gotten peed on

Keaton for the most part was a calm baby and seemed to like and be comfortable on schedule and would sleep and eat around the same times unless something happened

Whenever the guys are over he does hover. He hates to be called one and to admit it, but he is a helicopter parent (and it's really cute)

He 10000% takes milestone pictures every month to treasure his growth. Which by the way has cleared a wall in his studio to hand pictures of you guys on it.

Although he loves being hands on he also loves to watch you be a mom. The Keaton looked at you, how loving and soft you looked as a mom. The way your body has changed to create your baby always amazes him.

7-12 months

Keaton was now going through some changes and shifts some were better than others, including you not going to him as often when he cried. Which you hated and honestly Noah would just give in too because in his words it's

"dumb as fuck"

CRAWLING! EVERYWHERE! He underestimated how fast babies can be when they crawl But he loves to lay on the floor and let Keaton just crawl all over him or come and plop his body on his face

By now you're body has healed pretty well but still had some baby weight on you and Noah thinks you still look incredibly sexy

"but Noah look at this,"

"the body that popped out my beautiful son? Yeah I love it, now stop shit talking yourself before to bring Keaton to slobber on you"

Uses his baby as a threat against you by hold him above you and just letting his drool drip down on you (pure evil)

Speaking of drool, he's ben chewing on everything to get to his itchy gums. You noticed he started to grow teeth at around 7 1/2 month when he gave you an open mouth "kiss" you felt something rough and it was teeth! You R A N to Noah

"TEETH!"

"What?"

"TEETH!" and you just opened his mouth to show him the small stubs of teeth growing from the front gums. You were just glad you didn't catch it while you were breast feeding, welp, that means he's gonna have to bottle but you pump what you can

Now weening him was a little difficult. Even your pumped milk wasn't enough for him

"I mean, if you refused to give me your boob I'd cry too-" "Noah!"

Eventually through a lot of crying and one or two tantrums, he was moved on to bottles, now the issues was drying out your milk or whatever else was left

"If you want my hands are really big so I can just-"

"are you offering to milk me?"

"no.......maybe."

As for talking you guys have been trying to get him to say mama or dada any chance you got, but now it was a secret competition of who he would say first

Noah would basically spam him with the word Dada or Papa while you weren't around, and all lil Keaton would say was "mmmm" "buh. Buh" and blow raspberries

Now he did say his first words and it was when you had to go to a doctors appointment and he was getting fussy

"Say bye-bye to mama bud, she's gotta go"

"awh baby, I' don't want o leave you ether," you said kissing his chubby cheeks "mommy will be back soon okay?" while you hand him over to his dad he starts to whine and pout for you and said

"mama" in his sad voice as he chews at his cubby hand wanting you to stay

"HE SAID MAMA! HE SAID MAMA! Yes baby! I'm mama, that's me baby" you were ecstatic, while Noah was a bit disappointed he was still so proud to hear him say his first word, and at 8 months! You were a bit late to your appointment but hearing your baby say mama was much more important than the doctors.

but one of the biggest surprises was when he walked for the first time, and yes you both cried. It was actually at rehearsals for an upcoming show near home so you went with the guys and of course Keaton had his sound protection you were on the side of the stage holding Keaton up by his hands as you encouraged him to dance as his father sang. As he bounced up and down he was also padding his feet a lot and was just so excited for his daddy who was just out of reach

You start to move with him one foot at a time as he started to walk just a bit faster seeing how much closer he was getting to Noah, Noah turned and he saw you walking with Keaton as he held on to your fingers and crouches down with a big smile on to his knees holding out one of his arms

and just like that he let go of your fingers and stumbled his way to Noah, tripping on the last step but caught by his papa, Noah just picks him up and hides his face in his little shoulder and you know he felt emotional. An entire year went by and he didn't know how it went by so quickly, how much he had grown and how much you both had grown as parents, he comes over to you and kisses your head as Keaton just giggles as you both smoosh him in a kiss

"well, one year down."

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[flowery-mess]

Dad Noah thoughts

Imagine when your little baby girl is first born, the skin to skin contact with Noah. He would just be spending quality time on the couch with her lying on his bare, tattooed chest. Her little legs and feet would be tucked underneath her body while he just holds and protects her from the world. One day while they both nap, you take a picture and end up settling as the wallpaper on your phone. It was just too cute of a moment.

Oh my god I love skin to skin even as an adult lol

Noah as baby girl dad🥹

But this!! He wouldn't let her out of his hands, he'd walk around the place with her. He would let you hold her only for feeding. Going overprotective dad mood instantly. He'd let you rest, get some sleep, while he'd sit on the couch with baby girl sleeping on his chest and he'd watch anime on low volume on the TV. He'd glance every few minutes to check if she's okay.

I can imagine Noah doing the 'showing my baby places she's never seen before' trend and you coming to hang out with them after your nap just to see Noah holding her in the air showing her shelves with pictures of you two. So you decide to stand there quietly to watch what he's gonna do next. After a while you say "what are you two doing?" while holding a laugh and Noah just turns around with face of kid who got caught stealing a cookie. Safe to say you laugh at that situation for a while and make sure to tell all the boys too.

Actually, coming to the living room after your naps became your favorite thing because of the things you catch them do. Sometimes Noah is talking to her, other times they fall asleep in the big love seat couch you have. You have plenty of pictures of them like that, but this one time she fell asleep with her face facing Noah's neck and his cheek gently on her head, while his big hands cover almost her whole body, hiding her from the world and they both have little smile on their faces while sleeping. Noah might woke up to your phone in his face and tear falling from your eye, because your hormones are still all over the place and they look too cute.

In my head this is the ONLY way Noah holds baby girl while doing anything.

[stardustsirenmelody]

We talk about dad!Noah and dad!Jolly but what about dad!Folio? 🥺

♡ Folio having his little girl on his lap while he's playing the drums (with ear protection for her of course).

♡ Catching her making a make shift drum kit out of the pots, pans, and tupperware with some wooden spoons as the drumsticks.

♡ Taking her out fishing when he's on a break from touring for some daddy daughter time.

♡ You nearly having a heart attack when he takes her out on a motorcycle ride once she's old enough.

Does anyone wanna talk about this with me? 😭 I'm having so many thoughts and feelings!

[madomens]

dad noah 😭😭

( @spicywhenspeaking )

i died making this thank you😩😩

(all found on Pinterest)

[concretejunglefm]

Can I kindly request more dad Noah? He comes back after being on tour for a long time and reader is used to taking care of the baby alone so she unintentionally doesn't let Noah do anything or just says "let me do that" for anything he tries to do and he gets sad? I'm taking some time off tumblr for last few days, but I saw dad Noah and came running🤭

Here you go bb 💕 dad!noah being a sweetheart and fretting over whether or not he’s a good dad or not 🥺

She won’t stop crying. The little bundle of joy who once cooed and giggled in his arms won’t stop crying, and Noah feels useless.

Since arriving home from tour and trying to settle back into the hustle and bustle of family life, things feel different. You have a newborn—well, had a newborn—who somehow grew to almost five months old in the time he was away. There’s a guilt that lingers. He only missed a handful of months for work, but even that feels like a lifetime.

He was always coming back, always counting the days, but now, every time he tries to step in, it feels like he’s either stepping on your toes or fumbling over the simplest things. He can’t even figure out what will stop his own daughter from crying.

“What about Ducky?” he asks, doing his best to put on a cheerful face as he holds up the duck teddy Folio gifted—part joke, part sweet gesture, naming it after Noah himself.

Somehow, her crying only grows louder, her tiny arms flailing until they catch the duck, pushing it away as if rejecting the comfort he offered. Noah sighs, tossing the toy onto the couch in defeat as he begins pacing back and forth.

It feels like he’s tried everything. He’s doing all he can to calm her, to take some of the load off you, but it never seems like enough, and when you walk into the room, tiredness in your eyes but your voice soft and full of love as you coo down at her, the guilt already weighing on his chest twists tighter.

“Oh dear, why are we crying, hmm? What did Daddy do?” you fuss gently, lifting her from his arms.

He doesn’t blame you for stepping in, you’ve been doing this alone for the past few months, but it’s starting to feel isolating, like he’s standing outside his own family, looking in.

“She just… she wouldn’t settle, and nothing seemed to calm her.”

It feels like he’s being made out to be a liar, because the moment your daughter is in your arms, her eyes are bright and wide—no tears, no screams. She’s back to cooing, looking perfectly content.

“She’s probably just being fussy. She has those days,” you say with a shrug, brushing it off like you’ve seen it all before, and maybe you have. You’re used to the way her moods shift so suddenly, while he’s not.

That’s when it hits him: this is still new to him. He took her crying as rejection. He took it personally, like his own daughter didn’t want him.

“Maybe she’s just a mommy’s girl,” he mumbles, trying not to let the sadness show, but you fire back with a quick, playful remark that manages to pull a small, half hearted, smile from him.

“Aren’t you both?”

You make it look easy, her tucked against your chest in one arm, gently bouncing her back and forth, while your free hand reaches out to him, fingers threading through his hair.

“You’re doing good, Daddy. You just need a little extra practice. She’s a bit of a diva—takes after someone else around here,” you tease, giving him a playful wink before leaning in to nudge your hip against his.

Somehow, that simple gesture eases the tension in his chest. The nerves that had been clawing at him begin to settle, just enough to calm the storm inside and hold back the gnawing doubts that never seem to stay away for long.

[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐒 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: Noah is sick, and you and Luna make sure to take care of him.

Luna was already at daycare, off with her little backpack and a wave goodbye, and you and Noah had taken full advantage of the quiet morning by curling up in bed together.

A movie played on the screen, something you’d both seen before, background noise more than anything. His arm was draped lazily around your waist, and your head rested against his chest.

One side of the dresser was cluttered with your skincare bottles and a little dish holding your rings and hair ties, while Noah’s side had tangled chargers, a black wristwatch, and a small stack of books he swore he’d finish eventually.

The nightstand held one of Luna’s bedtime storybooks and a pink plastic hair clip she’d left behind that morning.

But something wasn’t right.

You could feel it. His body wasn’t as relaxed as usual. His breathing was heavier, and despite being wrapped in two blankets, he gave a faint shiver. You pulled away just slightly, enough to look up at him.

His eyes were half-lidded, the skin beneath them slightly dull. There was a flush on his cheeks that hadn’t been there earlier, and his lips looked dry. You reached up instinctively and pressed your palm to his forehead.

Hot. Way too hot.

“Noah,” you said quietly, eyebrows knitting together. “You’re burning up.”

He blinked slowly at you, clearly a little out of it. “Just a cold,” he mumbled.

You sat up, brushing your fingers along his cheek. “You’ve got a fever, babe."

“Mh. Maybe. Didn’t wanna ruin the morning,” he whispered, barely able to lift his head.

“You didn’t ruin anything. You just need some rest, meds and cuddles.”

So, you made him stay in bed, even when he insisted he could get up. You helped him sit up against the pillows and brought him water with a straw, watching closely as he sipped it slowly. Then you brought him ibuprofen and cool washcloths and sat by his side, dabbing his forehead and the back of his neck to bring the heat down.

When he started to shiver again, you piled the blankets around him, soft fleece, the heavier quilt, even one of Luna’s small ones with cartoon clouds on it. He didn’t even tease you for it, just pulled them in closer with a tired sigh.

“Babe, you literally catch everything,” you murmured, “If there’s a virus within a ten-mile radius, you personally invite it over."

Noah let out a weak laugh, half muffled by the blanket. “I know, It’s not my fault,” he mumbled.

He fell asleep with your hand in his, clutching it loosely even as his fingers twitched from fever dreams. You stayed right there, curled beside him, your free hand stroking his hair back from his damp forehead in slow, calming motions.

Every so often, you leaned down and kissed the bridge of his nose or the corner of his mouth.

After a couple of hours, when he stirred and whimpered quietly, you gently shushed him, pressing a hand against his chest to soothe him back into sleep.

You checked his temperature more than once, running quietly into the bathroom to grab the thermometer and frowning when the number blinked back something higher than you liked. But the medicine started working eventually, and you could feel the warmth in his skin slowly begin to settle just a little.

You spent all morning like that, kissing his knuckles and making sure he had water every time he woke up with a dry throat.

At one point, he woke enough to murmur, “Also a good nurse mh? Is there something you can't do?”

You smiled and kissed the center of his forehead. “You’d do the same for me. And you’ll do it again when I inevitably catch this from you.”

He chuckled, weakly. “Don’t kiss me, then.”

But you kissed him anyway. Soft and lingering and warm.

Eventually, his voice broke through the quiet. “Babe?”

You looked over from where you were folding a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer. “Yeah?”

“Will you go pick up Luna for me?” he asked.

You glanced at the time and nodded. “Of course I will. Just stay here and rest. I’ll be back in no time.”

He gave your hand a soft squeeze and whispered, “Love you.”

You kissed him one last time, his temple, his cheek, his lips. His skin was still warm.

“I love you too.”

Then you grabbed your jacket and keys, glancing over your shoulder as you left. He was already asleep again, snuggled deep in blankets.

As you stepped outside, the soft afternoon light filtered through the clouds, painting the garden in a warm haze.

That’s when you spotted Neki.

He was crouched low in the grass, eyes locked onto a bird perched on the fence. His tail wagged in slow, calculated swishes, clearly in hunting mode, even though he hadn’t yet figured out he wasn’t quite stealthy enough.

“Hey,” you whispered with a small laugh, crouching down beside him.

He froze for a second, ears twitching, then turned his head toward you with a huff, as if annoyed that you were interrupting his mission.

You gave him a few quick scratches behind the ears. “Go back inside, soldier. Keep an eye on Noah for me, okay?”

Neki blinked once, then, surprisingly obedient, trotted back toward the door like he understood exactly what you meant.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him disappear inside, then headed toward the car, ready to pick up Luna.

The sun was starting to dip low, casting a soft amber glow across the sidewalk as you pulled up in front of the daycare. You stepped out of the car, the door clicking shut behind you, and made your way toward the entrance.

Inside, as soon as the door chimed, Luna’s head popped up from where she was coloring at a small round table. Her whole face lit up.

She shouted your name happily, hurrying toward you with her arms outstretched.

You dropped to one knee and caught her in a hug, lifting her slightly off the floor. She wrapped her arms around your neck, clinging for a moment like she hadn’t seen you in days instead of just a few hours.

“Hi, baby,” you said warmly.

In a moment, she was already wriggling out of your arms to grab her little bag from the cubby near the wall.

As you walked out to the car together, hand in hand, Luna chattered without pause.

“I made a picture with colors today,” she said proudly as you helped her climb into her booster seat. “It was a rainbow but with extra stripes.”

“Oh yeah? Extra stripes?” You smiled, buckling her in. “What colors did you add?”

“Pink twice,” she said, swinging her legs a little. “And I made the clouds orange because I thought they could be orange if they wanted to.”

“Absolutely they can. I love orange clouds, like at dawn,” you said, closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. “Did you draw anything else?”

“A tree. But the tree was also a house. And the house had a flower garden on the roof. And a slide.”

You smiled to yourself, pulling out of the parking lot. “Wow. That’s one fancy house.”

“Neki would like it,” she said with a grin. “So he can slide down when he wants to chase butterflies.”

You laughed, glancing at her in the mirror. “He’d love that. He tried to chase a bird earlier, actually.”

“Did he catch it?” Her eyes widened.

“Nope. But he looked very serious about it.”

Luna giggled. “He’s so funny. When we get home, I want to brush him. I think he likes it when I use the blue brush.”

“I think you’re right.”

She kicked her feet lightly against the booster seat, watching the trees go by outside her window.

“What did you have for lunch today?” you asked.

“Chicken and broccoli,” she said, wrinkling her nose slightly.

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t like broccoli?”

She shook her head. “It’s weird. It looks like a squishy tree.”

You laughed. “That’s the best part! They look like tiny trees. They're cute.”

“But they taste like...green.”

You chuckled at her reaction, eyes still on the road. “Yeah, they definitely taste like green. But you were super brave for eating them anyway.”

She smiled, proud of herself, then looked down at Mr. Flop sitting on her lap, stroking its ears absently. “Do we have to eat broccoli at home too?”

“Nope,” you said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “Not today, anyway. I think we’ve had enough green trees for one day.”

She relaxed back in her seat with a satisfied little sigh. “Good. I like other veggies better. Like mushrooms. They look like tiny houses.”

There was a small pause, then you spoke again.

“Hey, baby,” you started gently, “just so you know… your dad’s not feeling too good today.”

Luna’s eyes flicked up from her bunny. “Is he hurt?”

“No, no,” you reassured quickly, shaking your head. “Nothing scary. He’s just a little sick. He’s got a fever, and he’s probably going to be sleeping when we get home.”

She tilted her head, thoughtful. “Like when I had that sneezy cold?”

“Something like that. He’s just very tired and needs to rest a lot so he can feel better.”

Luna nodded seriously, accepting the information likr an adult, something that always made you proud. “Okay. We should be quiet then.”

“That’s right,” you said with a smile. "I’m gonna check on him and make sure he is gonna feel okay soon. But it’s better if you stay away from him for today, at least until he’s feeling better. We don’t want you to catch it too."

You knew how easily kids got sick, and if Luna had inherited Noah’s immune system, then you were sure she'd come down with something the second she breathed the same air as him.

Luna looked a little disappointed but nodded anyway. “Okay. I can wave from the door.”

You smiled. "That's perfect."

Then you glanced back at her through the mirror. "Hey, do you want to help me make dinner when we get home? We can cook something nice for the two of us, and if your dad feels like eating, we’ll make something warm and yummy for him, too. I’ll ask him what he wants."

Luna’s eyes lit up. “Yes! I want to help. Can I stir the pot?”

“You got it,” you laughed softly.

As soon as you got home, Luna sat cross-legged on the floor with Neki beside her, happily chewing on a toy.

“I’m going to check on your dad, okay? You stay here with Neki.”

She nodded as you headed down the hallway to Noah’s room.

The door was slightly ajar, and you heard a faint cough just as you reached for the handle. Pushing it open gently, you found Noah sitting up in bed, wrapped in blankets, his face pale and drawn.

He managed a weak smile when he saw you. “Hey,” he croaked, voice rough.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

“Like shit. My head fucking hurts.”

You moved closer, brushing a hand across his sweaty forehead. “I can see that. You are burning up again.”

He sighed and lowered his head back onto the pillow. “Is Luna okay?”

“She's fine. Playing with Neki in the living room,” you reassured him. “I told her to stay away for now so she doesn't catch whatever you got. I must be immune at this point.”

Noah’s eyes closed briefly, then opened again with a tired flicker. “Good.”

You nodded, noticing how exhausted he looked. “Did you eat anything?” you asked gently.

“I'm not hungry.”

You frowned. “You have to eat something. You didn't even have lunch, and you need energy to fight this off.”

“No appetite,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

You sat beside him on the bed, taking his hand in yours. “How about some ramen? Warm broth, veggies, something light but nourishing. We are gonna make it for you, Luna wants to help me cook.”

Noah blinked slowly, then let out a small, tired laugh. “Of course she wants to.”

You smiled warmly. “Hey, she's my little chef in training.”

He sighed, but nodded. “Okay. I guess some ramen would be good. Only because my girls are gonna make it.”

“Great. Give us some time and you'll have your amazing ramen.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze and rose to leave, but he stopped you softly.

“Thank you… for everything.”

Your heart softened. "You don't have to thank me. Isn't this what a family is supposed to do?"

In the kitchen, you tied Luna’s little apron around her waist, light blue with faded stars. You washed your hands first, showing her the right way to do it, then helped her up on the step stool so she could reach the sink. She giggled as the soap bubbled in her palms.

Once she was dried off and ready, you brought the vegetables to the table, a small pile of mushrooms and a couple of carrots you had at home, already washed and set on a cutting board. You kept your motions careful and slow, slicing them into thin pieces while Luna leaned over the table, watching with wide, fascinated eyes.

“Carrots first,” you said, nudging the little bowl toward her once you’d finished.

She reached in with her small hands, grabbed a few slices, and tossed them into the pot in the center of the table, which you’d already filled with water and a bundle of ramen noodles.

“They go splash,” she giggled as the carrots hit the surface.

“Just like that. Good job.”

Next were the mushrooms.

You put the pot on the stove and stirred everything together gently while she leaned on the table beside you, chin resting on her hands. Soon, the smell of the broth started to fill the room.

“Daddy’s gonna like this,” she said quietly. "And he will feel better after this. Warm food always makes you feel better."

“Yeah, I'm sure he will.”

As the ramen simmered, you turned your attention to something simple for the two of you. You sliced some potatoes before spreading them on a tray and sliding them into the oven and cracked some eggs in a pan.

“Can I mix?” Luna asked.

You handed her the fork and helped her steady the pan with her other hand.

“Perfect,” you said when the eggs were ready to be cooked.

She looked so proud and that made you smile.

You checked the ramen, stirring it one last time. The vegetables had softened just right, the noodles tender, steam curling upward in ribbons.

You carefully ladled the steaming ramen into a large bowl. After setting out chopsticks and a fork, just in case Noah preferred it (only because he was sick), you balanced the bowl on a tray and made your way to the bedroom.

You chuckled. “What’s all this for?”

Settling on the edge of the bed beside him, you placed the bowl within easy reach on the bedside table.

Noah looked up at you, his face still pale but softened by a faint smile. He slowly sat on the bed and without hesitation, he reached out and pulled you close, resting his head against your neck and holding you tightly.

Then, to your surprise, he began pressing soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone and the side of your neck.

He laughed softly, voice low and warm. “It's because you take care of me. Because you cooked for me. With my daughter. And that means a lot. And I realized I'm the luckiest man on earth, despite everything.”

"Oh baby. Is the fever talking?"

“No,” he whispered, “This is me trying to tell you how much this means to me. How much I have always wanted this and never had it until I met you. How much I love you.”

You leaned in, brushing your lips gently against his warm temple. “I love you too.”

You stayed there a little longer, arms gently wrapped around him. His head was still tucked into the curve of your neck, breath slow and warm against your skin. You could still feel the heat from his fever, but his body was relaxed in your arms.

After a moment, you slowly pulled back, just enough to see his face. You reached up and began to massage his shoulders, your thumbs working in slow, careful circles over the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.

His eyes fluttered closed almost immediately, and he exhaled a shaky breath. “God, that feels amazing.”

“You’re all knotted up,” you murmured, voice soft, thumb pressing into the tight line just above his shoulder blade. “The fact that you have the posture of a shrimp all the time doesn't help.”

He gave a quiet chuckle, eyes still shut. “Guilty.”

You leaned in and kissed the side of his head gently, your hands still moving with steady pressure. “You need rest. Real rest. And food. That ramen is waiting for you. And in a couple of hours you can take meds again.”

“Mmm. It smells good, actually.” he whispered.

You smiled and let your hands slow to a stop, giving one last gentle squeeze to his shoulders before letting your arms fall away. “I have to check on the oven. We made potatoes and eggs.”

He opened his eyes just a little, lips curving. “Tell her to save me a potato.”

“You’ve got your ramen.”

“Yeah, but now I want potatoes too.”

You laughed quietly. “I’ll see what I can do. Be good. I’ll be back after dinner, okay?”

He nodded slowly as he leaned back against the pillows, finally taking the bowl in his hands, “Okay.”

You lingered by the door just long enough to watch him take his first bite, slurping a mouthful of noodles.

“That’s the best ramen I’ve ever had,” he said seriously.

You gave him a look. “No it’s not.”

“Yes it is,” he insisted, already going in for another bite.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. “Noah, it’s packaged noodles with carrots and mushrooms. The broth literally came from a cube.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You raised an eyebrow.

He nodded. “My girls made it. For me. In our house. In our kitchen. Because they cared enough to make me something warm. Of course it’s the best I’ve ever had.”

Your chest tightened, the corners of your mouth tugging upward even as you tried to keep a straight face. “You’re just saying that because you’re sick and emotionally vulnerable.”

He gave a lazy smile. “Maybe. But it’s still true. Tell my princess I said thank you.”

You started closing the door. “Will do. Enjoy your soup, Romeo. I’ll be back after dinner.”

“Save me a potato!” He called from the other side.

In the kitchen, Luna sat at the table, legs dangling off her chair, humming to herself as she watched you scoop scrambled eggs onto her plate, next to the roasted potatoes.

“There we go. Chef Luna’s well-earned dinner.”

She giggled, stabbing a potato piece and popping it into her mouth. “It tastes better ‘cause we made it.”

“Exactly,” you said, smiling and sitting in front of her "That's what your dad said too."

"Really?"

"He said it was the best ramen he’s ever had.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Even better than restaurant ramen?”

“Even better than restaurant ramen,” you confirmed. “Because it was made by his favorite people.”

She wiggled proudly in her seat. “He’s gonna feel better now. I think soup can fix anything if you make it right. With love.”

You couldn’t help but laugh gently. “Yeah, you might be right.”

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Pairing: Dad!Noah Sebastian X Reader

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Since Noah didn't like his brithday much and wasn't a huge fan of celebrating it, you often went all out for father's day.

As per your tradition, you would wake up and just lie in bed for the while, letting the kids sleep in a little longer as you just basked in eachother's prescnece.

Noah loved these moments especially.

He just loved holding his wife close, making sure she was safe and loved.

Like clockwork, your two children would come running in, giggling and squealing before jumping onto the bed with almost inhuman enthusiasm.

"Daddy!" Eli squealed, whilst Taylor cuddled into his side, almost resembling a cat.

Traditionally, you bought a gift and a card, having the kids write their names at the bottom, or just a squiggle in Taylor's case. But this year was different.

Taylor's small hand reached up, a white envelope in her hand with what appeared to be the word "dog" written on the front.

Noah shot you a look, questioning what this was, but you just reciprocated this questioning look.

"For me?" Noah asked, looking down at Taylor's small form.

She nodded. She was always a quiet kid.

"I have one too daddy!" Eli proudly said, hurrying back to his bedroom to grab whatever it was.

Noah opened the envelope to reveal a card with a purple wooden lollipop stick glued to the front with feathers and glitter on top, almost resembling a plant of some kind.

The inside read, "To Daddy, I love you!" with a squiggle in the middle, but based on Taylor's current obsession with dogs, you presumed that was what the drawing was supposed to resemble.

The writing in the card was not Taylor's, but the culprit was made known pretty quickly.

"I helped her with the words." Eli replied, sitting back on Noah's lap and handing him another white envelope.

This one had an attempt at a drawing of Naruto, which Noah had been showing Eli, deeming him "old enough to appreciate real cinema" in Noah's words.

Inside was the message, "To Daddy, Happy Father's day! Lots of love from, Eli!"

Noah put the cards on his nightstand and pulled the kids close to him wordlessly, he looked at you with teary eyes before mouthing a 'thank you' at you.

Throughout your time as parents, Noah had always made it clear to you how grateful he was that you gave him a family. His family.

He wouldn't have it any other way.