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I just wanted to say I love your blog! ♡♡ Could you make a list(love to hate) of which bachelors love to cuddle?
Thank you so much!!! I personally like to believe they all will be happy with a nice cuddle every now and again, just some more than others B)
but!!! Here is the list from likes most to least.
Alex - you know his partner loves being wrapped up in his strong arms, and you know he loves knowing this (and providing it <3). Honey, he won’t let you go.
Sam - he would be number one, since he does love to cuddle sososo much, he loves to hold his partner! Buuut he’s just a bit fidgety. He’ll be fine for about 10-15 minutes until his leg starts jigging, and eventually has to move.
Elliott - He enjoys cuddling, but what he loves most in a cuddle is gently stroking his partner - their arm, hair, leg. Anything’s good! It would also depend on the activity, he will be at peace cuddling his partner whilst reading a good book, whereas whilst watching TV, like Sam, he gets fidgety, especially if he starts to get invested in the show.
Harvey - honestly, he is indifferent. On one hand he loves holding his partner, knowing you’re there and you love him, but on the other he became accustomed to living alone and so doesn’t always find it necessary to be all over his partner. He also sometimes believes he’s a bit old for it all (even though he’s not, cuddle that man!!).
Sebastian - he isn’t always the biggest fan of intimacy, especially at first, but he will warm up to his partner the more time they spend together, and become more comfortable initiating cuddles. He mostly likes to rest his head on their shoulder, though, and have them rest their head on his.
Shane - whilst he may not always be in the mood for a full on cuddle, he will happily sling an arm around his partners neck, and hold them against him. Although he does love his partner to hug him from behind, or wrap their arms around his neck and hold onto him. He loves his partner to initiate intimacy.
Harrison groaned into his pillow as you rolled over in bed. The cries of your youngest son echoed throughout the house. James might have been small, but he sure could scream.
“I’ll go,” your husband murmured, preparing himself for the shrill as he opened your bedroom door. You heard Harrison soothe James and the cries died down. Entering your bedroom quietly, Harrison had your eight month old resting on his bare chest as he lay back in bed. You faced him, pressing a kiss to James’ head. James smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gurgled. He looked exactly like his father; bright blue eyes, dirty blond hair and a smile that made you melt.
“Mummy! Mummy!” You heard Elliott, your middle child, shout from his bedroom, followed by his bedroom door opening, then yours, and the pitter patter of tiny feet on your bedroom carpet. He toddled up to your bed, trying his best to scramble up onto it. “Hey baby,” you kissed his hair as you helped him sit on your bed. “Daddy!” He squealed as Harrison tickled him gently under his chin. Elliott was three years old, and already had a boisterous personality. He was loud, and loved the attention he got from people when you were out together. He had adorable doe eyes that made old ladies coo at him. He was confident, putting on performances of made up songs on the band stand in the park, making new friends in the sand pit, and talking to everyone and anyone who would listen.
“Shh, baby,” you said quietly. “Lizzie’s still asleep.” “No I’m not,” Lizzie, your seven year old daughter, said from the doorway. She rubbed her eyes. “The boys woke me up. Again.” You moved closer to the edge of the bed so Lizzie could lie in between you and Harrison, a spot she had claimed long before her brothers had entered the world. “Sorry, Princess,” Harrison said as she cuddled into his arm. “That’s kids for ya,” he laughed. “Don’t have ‘em.” “Sorry, Pwincess,” Elliott mimicked his father as he sat on your lap, giggling away. “I’m like daddy!” He said, pulling at his t-shirt, showing his belly. Lizzie kicked her legs at the duvet so she could get underneath. “Mummy and daddy are naked!” She shrieked, disgusted, earning more laughter from Elliott. He probably didn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘naked’. “Yeah, Lizzie. That’s what happens when mummy and daddy love each other very much,” Harrison said, rubbing James’ soft baby-grow with his hand, soft coos escaping James’ tiny lips. “Gross,” Lizzie squirmed. The five of you lay quietly and comfortably in your bed, cuddled up as the rain poured outside heavily, smashing against the window. “Mummy, can we make pancakes? Please, please, please,” she begged. You exhaled deeply. “Fine,” you said. “Take Elliott downstairs, we’ll be down in a minute.” Your two oldest children raced down the stairs, leaving your bedroom chaos-free for a moment. You scooted back over closer to Harrison as he outstretched his arm for your to lean into. You kissed James on his head again, he was chewing on his fingers, drooling all over Harrison’s abs.
Harrison stroked your hair, making you look up at him as he kissed your forehead. “I want another one,” he said quietly. “You’re mad,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “Don’t you think three’s enough?” Shaking your head, you sat up in bed. Harrison’s fingers traced circles across the bare skin of your back. “Please?” You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was flashing you puppy-dog eyes, his face soft in expression. “Just one more?” He twirled a piece of your hair around his finger. You pushed yourself up from the warmth of the bed, escaping his hands, pulling on your dressing gown from the chair near the door. “We’ll see.”