To kick of this new year I have teamed up with some awesome people who want to give a few of you guys a great New Years gift! WILL SHIP INTERNATIONALLY (Unless Specified I purchased the product)
To enter you must be following me @fuckyesclairedearing and then all you have to do is like or reblog this as many times as you want (each is a new entry) and there will be a spot prize every week!!! Closes March 28th
As you can see there are some pretty rad things up there and I’m am so glad to be able to share this with you all! I’ve been promising a giveaway for a while and now that I’ve hit a real milestone here we are! The products are:
A HiSmile Teeth Whitening Kit that was donated by HiSmile
Fjallraven Pink Bag donated by StandBags
Lush Space Girl bath bomb donated by LUSH Cosmetics
3 Mac Matte Lipsticks donated by Farmers NZ
20 meters of Copper Fairy Lights donated by Typo Aus
How Do You Like Them Apples blush set The Balm donated by Unichem
Nudes Palette the Balm donated by Unichem
USD$25 Starbucks Voucher from my mum
Because Cats phone case (winner to chose model)
Marble Phone Case
Activated Charcoal Mask
Benefit Give Me Brow Gel
NASA Shirt (winner to chose size)
Oversize Rugby Top from Lazy Oaf
A Kylie Lip Kit
Obama Mug from my friend @notsofictionalboys
WARNING: DADDY DRACO FEELS THAT COULD POSSIBLY KILL YOU
p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)
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December the seventh had been the due date
for your little pink bundle.
Three days had slipped by and every second of
those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty
weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible
and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The
baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as
you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more
protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made
him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and
your main target was Draco.
It was December the eleventh, the start of
the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it
didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had
slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on
your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the
clock read 5:45 and it remained dark
outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.
Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating
a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your
waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath
washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled
bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest,
your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his
against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were
continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly
minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with
A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the
culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing
shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours
and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft
hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm
lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks.
He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs
aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.
again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen
Sighing at his comforting touch, your head
bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly
up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not
strong and irregular.”
Draco moved his hand up to your flushed
cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only
worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat
without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you
felt like an unattractive beached whale.
His fingers never ceased in stroking your
hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you
need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or
make some breakfast.”
“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and
shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad
chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made
the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.
Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him
and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled
lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your
face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your
skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated
from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying
in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand
how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.
You tilted your head further back to meet his
eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was
much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick.
Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as
close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up,
revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid
them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.
“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest
tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you
admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his
voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”
“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice,
my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.
“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look
that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy
You had smacked his head and tried to stifle
your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You
“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to
your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing
the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as
he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you?
We’re ready to meet you, princess.”
The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft
sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into
darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs
as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been
On December eleventh, the fourth day after
your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.
Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house,
capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water
broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions
began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in
discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco
caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes
were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above
your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.
“Your water broke which means you’re in
labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when
they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!”
You couldn’t help but giggle and take his
hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced
over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises
twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you
and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.
He gaped down at your smaller frame before
pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your
waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead
multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to
be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he
shook slightly in your grasp.
A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners
of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back
to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly
and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind
of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”
“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out
heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”
Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and
following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown
and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking
your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking
if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had
gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving
your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of
pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.
Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a
soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his
pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated
seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make
it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as
Draco bent down to your level and kissed your
head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,”
He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so
good, taking those contractions like a champ.”
Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a
weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”
He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor
and its kicking my ass more than yours.”
You giggled and rose up against the pillows to
peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor
like a champ, babe. I promise.”
“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”
A mere two hours prior, you had been at four
centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink
of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it.
The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery,
the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver
your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco
grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through
the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.
“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed
from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”
With a fleeting glance into your husband’s
stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your
chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one
of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten
before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco
stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on
the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.
“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into
“I love you, but we’re never having another
baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.
Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”
For the second time, you tucked your chin in,
took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby
out. The pressure and burning
sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second
push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl
was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on
the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto
your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the
sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss
your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.
“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped
the wet streaks on your cheeks.
“I love you too,” You sniffled.
The doctor placed your baby onto your chest,
a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to
whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of
tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back.
You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along
her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.
Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny
glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could
feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very
carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug
his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a
more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on
your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already
enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.
little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her
small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”
“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your
“I think it’s the other way around, my love,”
Draco said adoringly.
Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in
content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya
Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”