Here is a oneshot that can be added to my Little Fireheart series, because there is nothing sexier than daddy Rowan, am i right ladies?
However, this one is special because it was written in honor of fellow daddy-Ro lover, @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty, who has been my best friend since the fifth grade, and who’s birthday is tomorrow (5/18)! I love you, Shelb, and I could not imagine this life without you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
So, drop by @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty and wish her a happy birthday! Then, if you love daddy Rowan as much as we do, here is Unconditionally. I hope you enjoy.
“She’s so damn stubborn!”
Rowan raised his eyebrows as he glanced at his wife, who was
nearly ripping her hair out. She had flung open the door as he was just
finishing up his bath after his morning training. Her face was flushed and there were dark
circles under her eyes. The face of pure exhaustion.
The face of someone who went to war with a toddler, and
He was drying himself off with his towel in the middle of
their bedroom as she paced back and forth.
“Wonder who she got that from,” he mumbled, earning a glare
“I swear that she thrives off my misery,” she shook her head
and buried her face in her hands. “What am I doing wrong? I work my ass off to be the best mother I can be, and she’s a hellion! Don’t get me wrong, I am in love with that child, but I….gods, I have gone to hell and back, and this is what will break me. A child. My child.”
Rowan fought the urge to laugh. “That’s because you’re the same person. You’re
her mother. She likes to test you.”
“You’re her father,” Aelin snapped. “Why doesn’t she test
“She does…” Rowan hesitated, “sometimes.”
Aelin rolled her eyes, frustration rippling off her as she
took a deep breath in through her nose, and out through her mouth.
“Take a nap. Relax.” Rowan pulled on a pair of pants before
kissing his wife on her brow. “I’ll handle Ana.”
Aelin didn’t argue. She simply fell on their bed in defeat as Rowan
closed their door gently behind him.
He walked down the hall and peeked inside her bedroom door. She
wasn’t sleeping, she wasn’t even in her bed. With a doll in each hand, Aliana
was sprawled out on her fur rug, talking to each of them in a soothing tone.
She was wearing one of his old, black tunics that she used to play dress-up in.
That was his favorite sight of her. Every morning, the
little girl woke up and got pampered: pretty dress, hair done to perfection,
boots that had just been polished. There was nothing wrong with that, but this….this
was how he saw her when he closed his eyes. This is how he imagined her before
she was born. This is how he would remember her when she was grown- golden hair
a mess, bare feet splattered with dirt from her morning play, his ratty old tunic
being worn as a dress.
She was the image of beauty. Pure, innocent beauty.
He erased the smile from his face as he went in.
“Ana,” Rowan pushed open the door and crossed his arms,
leaning against the doorframe. “What are you doing? Didn’t momma tell you to
take a nap?”
“No wanna nap,” she grumbled, dismissing her father.
He scooped the two-year-old in his arms and laid her in her
bed. She pouted, but didn’t argue as he cocooned her in her favorite baby
blanket. “It’s time to rest, Ana.”
“No!” She cried, just before she yawned and began tracing the tattoos on his chest, his arm. “No-no wanna, daddy.”
“Don’t you want to go to Uncle Aedion and Aunt Lys’ later? He’ll
have company. Momma’s friend, Dorian, is in town, and he has a little girl your
age. You can play together, but you need to take a nap first.”
He paused and thought about Dorian’s daughter. He had only
met her just after she was born, and even then she was undoubtedly another species. He wondered how much of her mother’s
personality she received. The last thing he needed was Ana getting attacked by a
tiny witch. He shook the image out of his head.
How terrifying could a toddler
Rowan brushed the golden hair out of her pine-green eyes,
and began to gently pat her back. He hummed, softly, as she clung to her dolls,
the dolls Lysandra gave her for her second birthday. She watched Rowan, while
she blinked once, twice, three times before another yawn escaped.
His thumb wiped away a sleepy tear, and she smiled at her
Less than five minutes later, she was sleeping. Rowan kissed
her forehead, cringing when it made her stir, then silently tip-toed out of the
room. Once the door closed with a quiet click,
he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Trying to put a
two-year-old down for a nap was like trying to drop a bomb without it going
When he re-entered their bedroom, Aelin’s head jerked up. “Seriously?
You got her down already? I was fighting with her for nearly an hour! And she
He tried not to laugh, but failed. “You tired her out for me.”
“I do the dirty work and you get the reward,” she shook her
head. “Not fair, Buzzard.”
He lied down behind her and pulled her backside against his
front, wrapping his arms around her.
Lifting her top, slightly, he lightly rubbed her stomach
with his fingers, just above her waistband.
“Are you going to put me to sleep, too?” She mumbled,
already half way there.
He breathed a laugh. “Apparently, I have the magic touch.”
Aelin rolled over and faced her husband. She ran her fingers
through his silver hair, and kissed his cheeks just under his eyes.
“I love that she has your eyes,” Aelin smiled, running her
hands down his bare chest.
“I love that she has your hair,” Rowan replied, brushing his
thumb across her bottom lip. “I love that she has your smile, and I love that
she has your personality. I love that she argues, and she fights, and she’s
stubborn. She’s a warrior, like her mother.” Her eyes became misty as he
continued, “Every time I look at her, I see you. And every time I see you, I
fall in love with you both all over again.”
“You love to make me cry,” she whispered, shaking her head,
“Yes,” he kissed her. “I do.”
She nestled her head into the nook of his neck and
intertwined her legs with his. An overwhelming love welled up in Rowan’s chest as he
kissed her hair, then rubbed her back until her breathing evened out, and a soft
snore filled the room.
Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was a fighter. She was
a warrior, and a queen, and one hell of a mother. She continued to amaze Rowan every
day, how she raised Aliana and loved them both fiercely, unconditionally. She loved
her people, and did everything in her power to make sure an entire country was
taken care of. She never complained, never gave up….until it came to their
two-year-old at nap time. But, then again, no one could blame her for that.
He loved her. He loved them both. This was his life. This is
what he had fought for.
Rowan didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he felt a
small, golden-haired ball of fire crawl up in their bed, and fall into the
space between him and his wife. His partner. His mate. His Queen.
My absolute favorite thing about our manboy lover Niall is that being his fan led me to know you! You are the smartest, funniest and most supportive person ever. Every day you amaze me and make me laugh. My life is better because you’re my friend!! I hope you have a great birthday and an even better year. No one deserves it more! I love and adore you! 😘😘
I promise I won’t try to kill you today with any Niall fluff or angsty fic. I promise not to send you any text messages with inappropriate imagines while you are at work. I promise I will let you have one day of peace.
But like imagine Niall tracing your lines like this. He’s not even kissing you. His face is just super close like he’s breathing you in. He’s got the smallest hint of a smile on his face because he’s so grateful you’re there with him.
I just want to wish @irish-nlessing the most wonderful of birthdays!!!! I hope you get to relax, have some peace & quiet, and get spoiled rotten by everyone you see! Enjoy your day! I wish your Birthday twin was there to rock your world, but this will have to suffice 😉