#toddler scooter

[cooghibike]

Cooghi V4 Pro kids scooter, make family activities more joyful.

Cooghi V4 Pro is a 4-in-1 scooter for kids. It has four functions of balance bike, scooter, stroller and walker. When you go on a family trip, V4 Pro can bring you a lot of convenience. V4 Pro has the following features:

Four modes, save family space and money for you.

2. 10-month-old babies can use it. V4 Pro can help your baby learn to walk faster. It has a 360° wraparound fence to fully protect the safety of your baby.

3. The push rod design allows parents to walk their babies easily.

4. The height of the scooter can be adjusted to meet the needs of physical development.

5.The saddle-shaped seat relieves the fatigue of sitting for a long time.

6. Luminous silent wheel, no noise. If you don't want glowing wheels, you can choose the V4 classic baby scooter.

Choose a Cooghi V4 Pro scooter for fun family activities.

[sassylightcycle]

3in1 Scooter Tricycle Fun Kids Bike

[fingertipsmp3]

It is SO funny and honestly kind of alarming when you realise a small child is starting to adopt your turns of phrase

[kevinbradleysstuff]

A kids' scooter is wonderful for building physical confidence, and it's also a helpful way to prepare for learning how to ride a bicycle. Just like with anything else, there are many different types of scooters to choose from, so it's important to think about some important things before deciding which one to get.

[cheermall]

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[samaraxmorgan]

Crack JJK headcanons but it’s all early 2000s uncle Sukuna:

The spiritual successor to Crack JJK headcanons based on nothing but vibes. Send me your own silly headcanons I would absolutely love to read them!!

2003-2007

He desperately tried to make Yuuji’s first word be “fuck.”

He got so sick and tired of having to watch the same Barney VHS tape while babysitting that he ripped the film out and blamed it on toddler Yuuji.

Yuuji always begs him to draw his tattoos on him every time he babysits.

One time toddler Yuuji broke Sukuna’s flip phone in half. Sukuna was too impressed to be mad at him for it.

2008-2013

He brought five year old Yuuji to a Slipknot concert and had him up on his shoulders with big noise cancelling headphones on… and also “forgot” to ask Jin permission to bring him beforehand.

He tried to do a trick on Yuuji’s razor scooter and accidentally broke it.

He took Yuuji with him to Warped Tour.

He got really embarrassed when Jin showed Yuuji his high school yearbook photos of him with a mohawk.

He has a leather jacket with pins and patches all over it and Yuuji LOVES wearing it when he comes over.

2014-2017

He cut Yuuji’s hair when he got into middle school and told Jin “I’ll be damned if my nephew has a bowl cut.”

When Yuuji got into a fight at school he asked him “did you win?” When Yuuji said yes he took him to get ice cream.

He had a white iPhone and dropped it, cracking the glass on the back; Yuuji colored in the cracks with neon pink sharpie.

The first time Yuuji snuck out Sukuna chewed him out when he got back home, telling him “I don’t care if you sneak off, but you fucking tell me next time.”

Whenever Yuuji gets in trouble at school, Sukuna is always the one to pick him up because the principal is afraid of him.

[ilyasorokinn]

Omg yay I have two ideas could you maybe do something about Clayton being a dad? And maybe a smut too. I wish more people would write for him more. He is so underrated 😁

FAN FAVORITE

this was inspired by that one video of kmag (f1) and his daughter. she was on a little scooter and saw someone trying to get her dad's attention, and helped the fan get his attention. little magnussun is so cute, and I'll miss kmag :( also, there's no smut because i don't write smut

tw: kids/children

the move from arizona to utah was one you were still trying to figure out. moving in general was confusing and hard, but moving with a toddler was something else.

gracie was still confused about why you were moving, but you and clayton tried to explain it to her in the simplest way possible. you were moving states for dad to play sticks.

arriving in utah, you got settled in nicely. it was still an adjustment, after having spent so many years in arizona, but utah welcomed you with open arms.

"i get to walk with daddy?" gracie asked as you put her hair up in a two pigtails.

"uh-huh." you nodded, "and you'll get to see all the fans, and take pictures." if there was one thing about gracie, she loved attention and loved taking pictures.

"pictures?" she perked up at that.

"yeah!" you nodded, tying off the hairtie and looking at her in the mirror, "are you excited?"

she nodded, "wanna go now." she demanded.

"alright, let's go find daddy and we'll be on our way." you hiked her up your hip and walked into the bathroom where clayton was getting ready.

"there are my girls." he beamed happily, setting down whatever he was doing and opening his arms.

you handed gracie over to him, smiling when he peppered her face with kisses and making her giggle, "you excited for today, gg?" he asked.

she nodded her head rapidly, "i'm gonna get my pictures taken, daddy."

he gasped, "are you?" she nodded again, “well, let’s get going.” he rearranged her in his arms and started running around the room, pretending she was a plane.

you smiled, gathering all your things and following them outside to your car, “bye, gg. i’ll see you there.” you waved to her and kissed her head.

“bye, mommy.” she blew you a kiss as clayton buckled her into her car seat.

"are you ready, gracie girl?" clayton asked, looking at her through the mirror.

"yeah!" she wiggled around in her seat.

"alright, let's go." he quickly switched gears and pulled out of the garage.

they quickly arrived at the arena, made their way through security, and were led to the front of the arena, where a carpet was set out, and a swarm of fans on either side of the carpet.

clayton hiked her further up his hip as they looked out the window at all the fans, "look at all the cameras, gracie." he couldn't help but smile at the look of awe on her face.

"wow." she looked up at him and flashed him a little toothy smile.

"and look, there's mommy." he finally spotted you and pointed down to where you were standing. gracie found you easily and waved at you.

you smiled and waved back, blowing her a kiss. she blew one back then looked back at clayton, "can we go down and see mommy?"

"what? you already tired of me." he joked. he kissed her head, "we're gonna see her soon, gg."

after all the players had arrived, they were led down to the carpet, and they walked out one by one. gracie held onto clayton's hand and smiled for all the cameras as clayton began signing autographs.

he waved to fans, took as many pictures as he could. gracie was smiling and waving to the fans too and could hear someone trying to get her dad's attention.

she looked over at her dad and could see he couldn't hear, so she decided to help. she tapped on his leg, and when that didn't work, she started gently tugging at his pant leg.

he looked down at her, and followed her finger when he pointed to the fan trying to get his attention. he smiled and made his way over to the fan, signing her jersey and taking a picture with her.

clayton held out his hand for gracie, who grabbed it and the two began walking away, but not before gracie looked back at the fan and blew her a little kiss.

after the game, you were in bed, waiting for clayton to join you, and scrolling through different apps. while on tiktok, you scrolled past a video with a little girl who looked very familiar.

"clay." you called out, and he popped his head out of the bathroom, "i think our girl is famous." you joked, turning your phone around to show him the tiktok.

it was a video of the interaction from earlier from a fan behind the girl. the comments were all calling gracie adorable and thought she was the cutest, all of which melted your heart.

"careful, clay, gracie's coming for your spotlight."

requests are open!

[onboardsorasora]

De Aged Daniel Part 15

Did I manage to take a cute moment and make it angsty? have you met me????? As usual... I have not read this over lool

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Part 14

By the time Max got out of debrief, it was lunch time and he was antsy. Of course, Charles hadn’t texted him at all with updates, so by the third hour of meetings, Max was completely over it and wanted to find Little Daniel.

He walked towards the Ferrari hospitality, expecting to see a trio of dark hair. Nothing. Grunting, he took out his phone.

“Where are you?” Max asked as soon as the call connected.

“Hello to you too Max.” Charles said to annoy him.

Max rolled his eyes and stepped in the middle of the paddock walkway, “Hello Charles, where are you and Daniel?”

“I am in debrief, Lewis and Fernando are watching Daniel.”

“Together?” Max was surprised.

“Nando looked very happy to watch him, and Daniel was laughing with Lewis. They are probably at Mercedes.”

“Lovely. Thank you Charles.” Max hung up with a sigh and turned in the direction of the Mercedes hospitality. Stepping through the doors, he was immediately greeted with Little Daniel’s loud laugh. 

He felt his shoulders sag in relief, not at all realizing that they’d been tight in the first place.

Little Daniel was in a teal 44 shirt, George’s helmet on his head, sat on George’s shoulders grinning down at an equally grinning Alonso. Max felt like he stepped into a different dimension.

Lewis walked around the corner with a tray in hand, a large pizza slice took up the plate. “Hey Man, they finally release you?” Lewis grinned at him while placing the tray on the table. 

“Maxsh!” Little Daniel yelled excitedly. He wiggled on George's shoulder enough for him to get the idea to let the toddler down. Little Daniel grinned up at Max, his exuberant face showing through the visor.

“Hey Daniel, did you have fun?” Max knelt to his level while Little Daniel's head bobbled.

“I did! I got to sit in Lewis' car! And it went brrmmmm!” He excitedly imitated the sound of the engine starting up. “And I got to- I got to scoot- on the on the–” here he mimed a scooter poorly, it made Max grin while he nodded for Little Daniel to keep going. “And then we went wooosh! On the road! And it was so cool! And then Ferdando he threw me in the air like wow! And then George gaved me the helmet and it was like yours!”

“They did?” He asked in awe, looking up to see the guys watching them fondly, Lewis whispering something to George. Max rolled his eyes at them and refocused on Little Daniel whose head bobbled while he nodded, little hands holding the bright blue helmet to stabilize it.

“That's amazing, you had a lovely time. Are you hungry? Lewis got you pizza.” Max scooped his little body in his arms and Little Daniel's skinny arms tried to stretch around his neck. Max snorted his mirth at the press of George's helmet into the side of his head while Little Daniel tried to get closer

“You can't eat with George's helmet on, he needs it to drive. Do you want to take it off?” Max removed the helmet when Little Daniel nodded. His curls were all over the place, some flattened to his head and others wild and wiry. Max combed his fingers through them all the same.

He sat Little Daniel down at the table while Lewis finished cutting the slice into more manageable bits. Little Daniel took the first slice and munch happily, his little body wiggling while he ate.

“Could you be any more whipped?” George teased, watching as Max kept a hand on Little Daniel’s head.

“Someone needs to take care of him until he decides he wants to switch back.” Max argued with a shrug.

“Blake could.” Lewis pointed out and Max barely held his recoil. Daniel came to him, it meant something and he wasn’t going to pass him off to someone else.

“I think I am doing a good job.” He said instead. To which he received nods of agreement. 

“He wouldn’t stop talking about you and the cats.” Fernando pointed out, “you are doing a good job of taking care of his soul while he takes his time elsewhere.” And Max could only nod while his chest warmed.

Little Daniel shifted to his knees on the chair so he could try and reach for a miniature Aston Martin on the table that Max had missed. Max handed over the toy while encouraging Little Daniel to eat another piece of pizza. He started making vroom noises while driving the car on the tabletop. Lewis knelt to be closer, offering obstacles for the car to drive around.

Max watched them with a soft smile. George and Fernando watched him.

“Why did you two break up anyway?” George asked it quietly, it was something Max knew everyone wanted to know. He and Daniel being together was a no brainer, and everyone was confused when they broke up. They’d offered no explanations, and everyone could see the distance between them. Things looked different when Daniel went back to RedBull.

He didn’t answer for a long time, content to watch as Lewis eventually took over feeding Little Daniel as he became more interested in the car and his made up game than eating anymore. Max figured, they no longer expected him to answer, as Alonso eventually left with a clap to Max’s back. George stayed silent the entire time, alternating between texting and offering more random obstacles for Little Daniel’s destruction. 

Max wasn’t exactly sure how to answer the question. How do you admit that you’re broken up with the love of your life because you couldn’t be there for them? That they needed more than you could have given and you hadn’t been able to see past yourself to give it?

Daniel needed him, and Max hadn’t seen it. 

He knew this now and he was determined to not fail this time around. 

Little Daniel needed him and Max would take care of him.

[edutainer2022]

Power outages are wanky again after the night bombing. So I distract myself with a story instead of work, while the power is up. It's Gordon's 21st birthday and he gets a meaningful moment with Scott. Some sad memories resurface, but mostly it's all love all around.

Thanks go to @janetm74 for support and for cheering my recent craving of Gordon and Scott dynamics.

COMING OF AGE

The party, Tracy-style, was, of course, as bright, and fun, and loud an affair on the island as would befit Gordon's twenty first birthday. Rivaled maybe only by Gordon's eighteenth, several years back. Some details of that one Scott still didn't need to know about, for biggest brother's peace of mind. There were yet more festivities planned on the mainland, rescues permitting, including a get together with Gordon's swimming team buddies and a deep dive into the finest night club scene the world had to offer with brothers and Kayo. Some parts of those developments Scott probably too didn't need to know about.

Despite the general merry all around and copious amounts of good food on the offer, Scott had to be hunted down on the balcony, overlooking the ocean. Alone. Figured! Trust Scott to develop an empty nest syndrome despite all his little brothers and loved ones being around and accounted for, with no intention to leave.

Gordon plonked a tumbler of whiskey on the bannister, where Scott's hand was gripping it, and a gaudy neon cocktail, complete with a tiny umbrella and tinsel, for himself. Scott arched a brow quizzically.

"What? For the record, you do realize this isn't my first alcoholic drink?"

The arched brow slid into a slight frown, but Scott didn't take the bait.

"I'm also not a virgin."

The expression of abject horror on big brother's face was completely worth it.

Gordon pressed the glass into Scott's hand and raised his own concoction in a mock toast.

"Here's to me not being legally your problem anymore, Scooter!"

An instant flash of rue, across big brother's face, not concealed on time, was probably the crux of the whole moping on the balcony in solitude situation. If Gordon were honest, his own nonchalance was only half convincing.

Scott smiled the fond little-brother smile down at him, however, and Gordon felt something unwind in his chest he didn't know was coiled tight. Strong, sure arms drew him into a warm hug. Big brother rested his chin on the chlorine bleached mop and hummed.

"Aw, you'll always be my problem, Gordie!"

Gordon let himself relax a moment against the blue denim. The safest place in the world.

A memory surfaced and Gordon shifted to look up at Scott. Maybe not the best of his ideas to speak up that instant, but they hardly ever were.

"Hey, remember Mom's funeral?"

Scott frowned again, unsure where that was going. But Gordon was already immersed in reminisce.

"It was the morning of and Allie was crying as you put him in that tiny black suit. I was being difficult and you let me wear blue fish socks!"

[Scott, already in his funeral suit, made sure everyone was up and getting ready that morning, so that Dad wouldn't be upset more. He was at the end of his wits with Allie's meltdown, though. The toddler wriggled and cried for Mommy as Scott was trying to wrangle him into a tiniest mourning suit. On cue, Gordon flat out refused to put on the suit either and wanted to attend the funeral in his squid pijamas. Scott struck a deal with the pre-schooler that he could wear yellow socks with the blue fish print to go with the dress shoes. Mom's favorite.]

Scott's smile was sad again and Gordon mentally kicked himself.

"You weren't difficult, Gordie. You were six and Mom was gone. It's okay!"

It wasn't! That was the point Gordon was getting at, in a however roundabout way.

"You let me wear the fish socks and it felt like Mom was there with me. And then, at the wake, Allie was cranky again and you had to carry him. So I wanted you to carry me too."

[Tall and athletic at fourteen, Scott nonetheless couldn't pick up the toddler and the six-year-old little swimmer at the same time. So he found an unoccupied futon and hoisted both baby brothers into his lap. Virgil and John gravited near too, leaning both sides of him. Virgil, quiet and almost zoned out from all the tears. John - a translucent ghost from insomnia. People were swirling around, making smalltalk or making compassionate faces at their Dad, shaking his hand and patting his shoulder somewhere in the middle of the crowd.]

"There were all those people around! But they were there for Dad, not for us! I remember I looked up at you, Scotty, and you looked so completely alone. Like you were drowning. We had you, but you had nobody there."

In the present, Scott blinked away telltale moisture and tried for a reassuring smile. Ever the big brother.

"I had you lot, Gords! It's alright!"

"That's my point!"

Gordon didn't plan to be that intense, but maybe the dash of rum in the cocktail was getting to his head. He was clutching big brother's bicep for emphasis.

"You got us! I mean, I know Virgil and John help out, but I'm an adult now too, or whatever. You got me too! You don't have to be alone!"

Scott's next smile, Gordon could argue, was of the we'll-see-about-that variety, but there was genuine gratitude in the now wistful blue.

Another tight hug was the only response he got, for now, till somebody called them back into the lounge for a family photo.

[diminuel]

…would the Dragodile kids all get reptile names too? Gator? Hydra? Newt? Wyvern?

…Caecilian “Caecil/Cecilia” (not a reptile but too good to ignore)

“Liz” -ard

“Cai” -men

“Sal/Sally” -Mander (actually a tomboy called Sally as a toddler but who starts going by Mander later is fun….)

Drake.

…Or do they all get nautical names like Luffy?

Scooter? Marina? Finn?

…Rowan.

Haha, I have no idea! It already took me an age to settle on Merry for baby 2. I don't think the names have to be thematically linked to reptiles. I think anything that sounds good/ cute and that is in some way connected to either Dragon, Crocodile or Luffy would be fine with me ;3

The initial purpose of me drawing babies was for people to name them but then we had the Maternity Ward extravaganza and I think the naming of babies went a bit forgotten X'D

[jewishbarbies]

https://www.tumblr.com/notdefendingtaylor/754032368913989633/wow-the-bad-blood-documentary-makes-a-strong-case

"the docu also alleges Scooter asked her to CALL OFF her crazy fans whom were sending de@th thre@ts to his family. She refused."

if that's true, then i'm speechless tbh. what an awful, vile person she really is.

I’m really not surprised at all. taylor has always been convinced she’s worth a lot of money, and she might be, but people put so much more money into her. her label made a huge investment into her career. she signed a contract. the adults around her should’ve made better choices for her and thought ahead, but it’s not the fault of the label that she walked out of negotiations to buy her masters.

I don’t understand wanting to buy all the images? what does it matter? all I could see wanting is the official album art? the whole thing is so unnecessarily dramatic. no one got scammed, no one got played, taylor made a choice. it’s that simple. and taylor is just as vindictive enough that she would absolutely not only refuse to call off the dogs, but she would encourage them, because she feels like that’s what he deserves for not giving her what she wants when she wants it. you know, like the toddler she is.

[im-probably-crying-rn-ngl]

alternative universe where lewis is george's brother's best friend. lewis is older and infinitely cooler even to little 8 year old georgie. but jenson had a big "no babies (george and oscar) allowed" sign on his bedroom door where he and his friends hung out. george listened and stayed out of the way (but oscar got to come in for video games which was quite unfair in his opinion). however george remembers lewis always being nice to him and even talking to him when he came down to the kitchen while the rest of jenson friends treated him like a sticky toddler because they were a whole...3 years older than him. so it makes sense george would have a huge puppy crush on lewis who was top of his class and could run faster then jenson. but later, jenson moved away for uni and george didn't see lewis again.

that is until george joins the same university as jenson and coincidentally lewis. george now stands up taller and no longer lets his brother take the piss out of him, thank you very much. as george is doing tryouts for the track team he spots a familiar figure passing by on an electric scooter. truthfully, lewis is still the most beautiful person george has ever met. his aura is far more intimidating then it used to be but george still skips closer to him. god, he's almost giddy as lewis turns to him with a questioning look on his incredible face.

"um hello i don't know if you remember me which is totally cool and dandy by the way! but i'm jenson's brother and-"

"oh!", lewis smiles wide and george is definitely giddy, "oscar, how are you doing man?"

george falls flat on his face. he kind of hopes he would just pass out.

[reticenceofladyeva]

hoax xvi (you knew the password so I let you in the door)

Aang peers over the edge of the saddle. Zuko hits the water in a nearly perfect dive, and then Aang loses sight of him. He huffs. "What was that about?"

Sokka yawns. "Just a jerkbender doing his jerkbendery thing, Aang. Besides, he probably doesn't want us to watch Katara kill him."

"Katara wouldn't kill him, Sokka." Aang protests.

Sokka shrugs, much too nonchalantly for Aang's comfort. "She might."

They land Appa down the beach a ways from the camp, and Aang speeds ahead of Sokka and Toph on his air scooter, kicking up sand and tiny shells in his wake. He has to get to Katara. He's missed her so much while the three of them were in prison, and it's like the glimmer of water on the horizon for a man in the desert.

Zuko is kneeling in the sand, forehead nearly touching the ground, when Aang skids into the group of tents. Water Tribe warriors eye the firebender warily as they pretend to go about their tasks. He is murmuring something to Katara, who is poised over him with half the bay at her command, ready to drown Zuko if she lets go of it. Aang takes a moment to admire her.

She's grown since he saw her last, from a young girl two years older to a grown woman. Her hair has been cut short, and the ends just brush her chin. It curls more than it used to now that it isn't weighed down, and it frames her face in an umber halo. She's traded her Water Tribe blues for a brown and green Earth Kingdom hanfu made of practical, sturdy material, and it falls over curves in her hips that Aang doesn't remember her having.

She's beautiful.

She's beautiful and then she's sinking to her knees in front of Zuko, allowing the water to fall back into the bay as he pulls her into him. Katara wraps her arms around his shoulders as his slip around her waist, and then one of his hands comes up to hold the back of her head, fingers tangling in the curls. Katara leans into him, burying her face into his shoulder, and Aang can see her shaking. The Water Tribe warriors have stopped pretending to be busy now, and they watch her with open surprise.

Then, a toddler staggers out of a tent, General Iroh on his heels. Aang sucks in a breath sharply.

The oasis on his horizon slips away, nothing but a desert mirage.

[hyukassubi]

🍪 02 | Of Roses And Cookies

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 628

Tabby hands, scrappy clothes, Mary Janes strapped to your feet where ever you go.

Unlike Taehyun, just like Hueningkai, you did not grow up with a royal background.

Two high school sweethearts that started off as a fling had an accident, that accident being you. Your parents didn’t give up in raising their happy little accident, though. Sure, marriage wasn’t a privilege they had until way later, but you had a great time staying over at your mother’s bakery and your father’s florist nonetheless.

You always did.

The kids at preschool kept talking about the way you smelled.

How, every day, you’d be smelling of sugar and frosting, chamomile and roses, cookies and flowers. Seatmates betting on whether or not that girl will come in smelling like chocolate today, or perhaps pistachio, but then they get it all wrong and the room starts fuming of a lavender haze.

The attention was nice until you begin to notice how talk was all talk and no one really talked with you.

Except for one person— Kang Taehyun.

Boba-eyed, impressively pearly white grin, the face of a baby pumpkin, three year old Kang Taehyun was too adorable to be real.

The baby prince who, to everyone’s surprise, landed in a montessori preschool for toddlers who can barely spell their names instead of a high class Royal Academy for Babies. A small boy like him hadn’t yet any responsibilities bared upon him, anyway. There was absolutely no need to learn basic etiquette nor book-balancing on the top of your head at four years of age. And so, lucky was Taehyun for eating mud in playgrounds and zooming past the teachers in scooters when he should be tucked in a pillowed-up rectangular cribs for naptime.

For now, he was surrounded by village toddlers his age with sacked diapers and snot all over their faces. So, yes, perhaps the girl in the corner of the room dressing up chewed up barbies was a refreshener.

Taehyun whiffs the air, nose pointing to the ceiling, nostrils flared like volcano craters. “You smell nice.”

She looked at him for a second, and then went back to putting paper eyelashes on dolls in skirts and clay blobs for shoes.

Taehyun tilted his squishy-cheeked pumpkin head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in adorable concern. “Do you talk?”

No response.

“Don’t be shy, I think you should talk more. To me.”

You sat quietly for a moment, and… snuck a cookie out of the pockets of your denim overalls.

You split the huge chocolate covered goodness into two uneven excuses of semi-circles.

You gave the bigger piece to the baby prince.

You had always liked keeping the bigger piece to yourself.

The baby prince looked at the cookie, and then you, and then his relatively clean toddler hands, and then back at the cookie.

He grabbed it.

He never left your side since.

You thought you had to get on your knees and bow too after dismounting the carriage to meet the King and Queen at the corridor of the Grand Palace like your parents did.

And then Taehyun said, “It’s okay, a ‘Hello’ is enough for us. And no need to call me ‘Little Crowned Prince Kang’. ‘Taehyun’ is what I go by.” ‘Taehyun’ is enough.”

“What he said.” The King patted his son on the shoulder.

He must’ve been proud.

Your parents did not move.

You had no idea who you were, or what you want or could’ve been besides being the daughter of a florist and baker and the walking aroma therapy in your kindergarten, but you knew the prince had a warm heart and his actions might’ve left you feeling touched.

“Okay.” You replied. “Hello, Taehyun.”

The little prince smiled, and happiness never left him since.

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♡𓂃A/n: My personal favourite line: baby Taehyun sniffing the air and his nostrils puffing up like volcano craters.

What the little toddler reader saw that day:

FJKHKAUJJEHFOAI I cannot wait for you guys to devour the following baby reader chapters because they're sooooo cute

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