i just have an old baby inside of my eye

Behind closed doors


Alex wants to share a part of himself with his BDSM vanilla girlfriend after they get home from the season 5 wrap party. this imagine was inspired by the song ride by chase rice


Tagged: @wonderland-royalty @bremayesworld @heathen-army

I’ve spent a lot of heated nights with Alex but, nothing could have prepared me for last night. the things he did to me made me feel things I didn’t know where possible. my skin is still moaning with euphoria and the sun just started peeking through the curtains. Alex is still sleeping naked on his stomach, the blankets hanging loosely just below his waist showing the top of his ass. showing every single scratch mark down his back, and I’m positive there’s even more on his perfectly sculpted chest. I truly am the luckiest girl in the entire universe, to have a boyfriend that knows how to be sweet and slow but can also be rough and dominate.

“stop staring at me babe it’s kind of creepy” Alex said in his sexy sleepy voice. while rolling on his side facing me “what are you thinking about” he continued while sliding his hand up the inside of my thighs, making me sigh. he just smirks at me. I closed my eyes without answering him.

“Don’t make me ask again baby girl” he said while squeezing my thigh.

“last night. the way you make me feel things I will remember till I’m gray and old,” I said looking him in the eyes.

Last night

Alex and I walked through the door of his apartment, after taking a cab from the wrap party. he wanted me to come with him. he loves showing me off so he asked me to get dressed to the nines. I had on a little black dress with thigh high stockings and black high heeled ankle boots. we walked into his bedroom and he slipped his jacket off and pulled the hair tie from his hair, causing his perfect dark brown locks to fall to his broad shoulders. I pulled the zipper on my dress down letting it fall to the floor. I kicked off my boots then lifted my leg and put my foot on the bed. I slipped my finger inside the garter band of my stocking and slid it down my leg. I feel Alex’s shirtless chest press against my back. his hands grab my hips pulling me against his and whispered in my ear.

“I thought that dress looked good on you but it looks amazing on the floor” his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. he backed away from me reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cigarettes and lighter, then walked to the side of his bed and lit a candle then walked back and stood in front of me.

“do you trust me,” he said

“implicitly,” I said looking him in the eyes

“I want to show you I side of me that not many people have seen but if at anytime you want to stop just tell me ok,” he said

“Ok,” I replied. he leaned down to kiss me but it was different than any other kiss. it was very dominant it enveloped me he lead me to the bed while still kissing me, I laid down then he got up and left the room for a moment. he returned with a few things. he had a couple of his ties a bucket of ice one of my bottles of body oil and few other things. he set everything down by the candle and sat next to me on the bed, he started to run his fingers up and down my body ever so lightly.

“before I touch you I want you to know what will happen,” he said without looking up from my body. “it’s called sensual domination. and it does involve your submission and later your domination. so not only will you submit to me but also dominate me,” he continued, then looked up at me “are you comfortable with that” he added. I nodded my head and he stood up and grabbed the ties and with one word I knew I was in for a long night.

“Strip” is all he said. so I did and lied back on the bed he crawled up my body, then grabbed my wrists and tied them to the bedposts. then stood up unzipping his jeans and letting them fall to the ground in a pool at his feet. I’ve seen Alex naked before but I will never get used to it. he is just the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen inside and out. he walked over to the nightstand and grabbed an ice cube out of the bucket and began running it on my stomach. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden temperature change and he smirked at me.

“you alright baby girl,” he said with a chuckle. I just smiled

nodded my head and said, “yes it was just cold”. then he leaned down and to blow warm air on the trail of melted ice that now laid on my naked torso. causing me so sigh at the feeling of his breath on my skin. he knows what it does to me, to feel the soft movement of his breath. I close my eyes and just enjoy what he is doing. then he kicks it up a notch and licks the water off my now goosebumped skin. I moan because I know what that tongue is capable of. and as if he read my mind he started moving further and further down my body. he spread my legs but he didn’t lower his head. he took his hand and started rubbing me, but what I didn’t know is he had been holding the ice cube in his hand but surprisingly I liked the cold stimulation. it was different and definitely arousing then he slid his middle finger into me and began to curl it. that was even better and I arched my back slightly.

“Well well I didn’t know you would be this enthusiastic” and he added another finger, and used his still chilled thumb to rub circles on the most sensitive part of my body. while his fingers were still performing he came up and started whispering in my ear.

“Baby girl I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a very long time, I just didn’t know if you would enjoy it as much as I do. but seeing you in that dress tonight with the garter stockings. seeing you wear it because I wanted you to, I couldn’t take it anymore. it took everything I had in me to not pull you into the bathroom and push you up against that wall and make you feel better then and man ever has” he pulled his fingers from me and settled himself between my legs. he looked at me as if to ask if I wanted him inside of me, and the answer will forever be yes. I whispered, “please make me feel that good make me never want to leave this bed” that mad him grunt.

“Ok but just remember you asked for it” and he slid inside me. once he was buried inside me to the hilt. he pulls back out and trusted inside me harder than he ever had before. and I pulled on the ties around my wrists. it was an amazing feeling he was giving me. I wanted more my head flew back and he licked up my neck as he kept thrusting. then he stopped and grabbed the candle blew it out and started blowing on the wax cooling it down a bit. then dripped the wax in the valley of my breasts, and if I thought the ice felt good the wax is astronomically better. the heat from the wax plus the tightening feeling it caused on my skin. it made my senses heighten. I pulled on my restraints again and Alex knew exactly what I wanted. he knew that the ache between my legs was getting to be too much for me to handle. just everything seemed to be more sensitive my skin was humming and I loved it. the feeling was euphoric he reached up and untied my wrists. I went to straddle his lap so I could ride him, but he wrapped his hand about my neck squeezing lightly pushing me back down on the bed.

“Uh uh uh I didn’t say you could ride me did I,” he said.

“There are rules when I’m dominating you and the most important is asking for permission and do as you’re told. and you broke that rule do you know what happens when a sub brakes a rule” he continued.

“They get punished” I answered.

“Good girl” he praised “now bend over” I did as I was told. a wooden spoon landed across my ass. it hurt but it wasn’t unbearable I kind of liked it, then another smack then another and one more. he put the spoon up and he turned me around and pinned me to the bed.

“Does my baby girl want me inside her does she miss the feeling of me sliding out of her then thrusting into her” I didn’t answer him I just nodded my head.

“That is not an answer do I need to get the spoon” he warned.

“No I do miss you inside of me,” I said breathlessly.

“Tell me why you miss me” he demanded.

“Because you are the only one that has ever made me see stars when your inside me. the only one to ever fit inside so perfectly it feels like I was made for you. like a sword and it’s sheath you make me want you all the time it’s like I need you to survive” I whispered in his ear.

“Roll over I’m going to reward you a little bit,” he said letting me go. he grabbed the body oil and started massaging my back and legs. then hard glass clink and saw him with what looked like little glass fish bowls and cotton balls. “I want to try something with you, it’s called fire cupping. don’t worry I’ve don’t this before and it shouldn’t hurt all that much” he explained I nodded my head. he began lighting cotton balls and heating the air inside the cups. he placed them on my back and legs and it’s felt better than any massage I’ve ever gotten. I actually started moaning softly unaware of the effect I was having on Alex. when he was done he popped the cups off. that stung quite a bit but it was worth it. there were giant hickeys on my back and legs that were I little sore. he pulled me on top of him to straddle his waist. “do you want me to ride you Alex” I said asking for permission. “good girl your learning yes I want you to ride me but you do not finish till I say. so do you understand?” he stated.

“Yes I do” I answered.

“Good,” he said and I grab ahold of him and lowered myself onto him, and oh my god it felt so fucking good to finally have him where I needed him most. he looked like he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. his hands were fists in the sheets. his head tilted back as I drag my nails down his chest.

“Alex can I ask for something,” I said wanting him to do something.

“Yes baby girl tell me what you want,” he said breathlessly.

“I want you to choke me like earlier. I liked that more than I thought I would” his hand came up to my throat and wrapped around it. I don’t know why I like these things. I always thought that pain was meant to be unpleasant, yet Alex has shown me otherwise. the feeling of being controlled and told what to do, but also knowing I am completely safe with him and that it would stop immediately if I wanted it to. is one of the most empowering things I’ve experienced, and I get to experience it with a man that truly cares about me and I him. the feeling of his hand around my throat was intense. it was a small jester but when his hand reached my neck all hell broke lose.

“Alex please baby I’m so close” I whined on the verge of ecstasy.

“NO I want you to hold back as long as you can,” he said. he flipped us over so he was on top my nails dug into his back, and I tried my hardest to hold back “Alex I can’t hold it anymore I’m gonna c……..oh Alex yes” I screamed as my back arched, my toes curled and my whole body shook. that caused Alex to cum with a grunt as he released inside of me. he rolled off of me and pulled me to his chest spooning me holding me close to him.

“You didn’t listen to me baby girl” Alex whispered “I’ll let it go this time, but just remember bad girls have to learn their lessons” he continued.

“but what if I like being bad” I replied Alex just chuckled.

“Are you ok babe did I hurt you too much?” he asked me quickly.

“No, I’ve never been better” I hummed.

“Good because I wouldn’t want to hurt the woman I love,” he said in my ear. I turned around to face him he had never said that to me before so I was caught off guard.

“You love me” I whispered.

“Yea why do you think I let you experience this part of me. at the end of the night when we kiss good night and you go home. it’s getting harder for me to let to walk away. I want to wake up with you in my bed every morning, preferably naked. I hate sleeping alone without you. the only time I get good sleep is when you stay the night” he said

“ I love you too,” I told him.

“Move in with me so I don’t have to miss you, and just have the smell of your perfume on my sheets”

“Of course I will” I retorted I fell asleep in his arms that night. we spent a most of the next day in bed together. till he got a call from Marco and Jordan asking if we wanted to go to dinner with then and have a few drinks. we knew then that it was time to get out of bed. we got to the bar and sat in the booth with our friends. I had a few drinks and was pretty sloppy drunk. I was at the bar ordering another whiskey and coke. when Alex came up behind me and pinned me to the counter with one and on each side of me his chest against my back. he leaned into my ear and whispered “now I’m not going to tell you what to do right now because we are not in the middle of a scene but don’t think you can git away with misbehaving just because we are with our friends I will still bend you over my knee” he said

“nothing about that statement scares me, if anything its a tease” I said turning my head to face him and when I turned back forward I saw a bartender holding my drink and Marco next to use with a dropped jaws. I grabbed my drink and walked back to the booth where Jordan was sitting “ you’ve got one hell of a woman” Marco said. “Don’t I fucking know it” Alex retorted

Messages (Dean Winchester)

A/N: I had this in my head the whole day I was working; I needed to come home and write this so I hope you guys enjoy it !!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (female)

Warnings: death, violence, blood, crying, swearing, pregnancy ?

Word count approx: 1159 words

Summary: how you deal with Dean going to hell, finding an unusual way to cope with your feelings


The day Dean Winchester lost his soul to the hellhounds is a day I will never forget. I will never forget the cries that left his mouth as his skin was torn from his bones, I will never forget the way they kept ripping him apart even when he was already gone, I will never forget the way his blood pooled in the room, a sharp contrast against the floor and I will never ever forget the way his eyes were still open, see nothing in front of them.
These were things no person could ever forget…

After Sam buried him he promised me he would fix this, that he would find someway to bring Dean back. I didn’t see how though; Dean was in hell, he had sold his soul to save Sam’s life. There was nothing he could do now to bring him back, except make a deal with his own soul…wasn’t that a vicious cycle.
I didn’t even notice at first when he left; I didn’t even know how much time had passed since he left. I was numb…broken…fading away.
Dean had been the love of my life; the only light there was in this world of monsters and demons, my home.

The first time I called his number was just to hear his voice again, to hear that deep grumbling voice that was just so Dean. I cried myself to sleep that night, buried under the sheets, his flannel tugged up over my nose so I could smell him. Whiskey, leather and car grease.

The second time I waited for the beep…I just didn’t know what to say. Instead I blubbered into the phone until it cut out.

I decided that the third time I would leave a message; I need to say something to him, even if he would never get it.

10:17pm: Dean…I know this sounds weird…th…that I’m leaving this message…you…your dead but I need…you…you to know that I mis…miss you

My voice cracked through the whole message, rough and croaky from lack of use; the heaviness of loss not leaving my chest.
After that I called him nearly all the time…just to let him know how I was doing. When I mentioned to Sam what I was doing he told me bluntly that it wasn’t healthy, that I was stopping myself from moving on, but I couldn’t stop. It became a habit I needed to fill.

2:00 am: Dean…you’ve been gone for three weeks now…Sam keeps saying his going to fix this and bring you back but I’m starting to think he won’t be able too

5:30 pm: Hey baby…I’m not doing great today…I can’t get out of bed, the heaviness is weighing me down to much


4:30 am: I just want you to come home…

10:00 am: it’s been two months since you left Dean…
two whole months I’ve had to live without you…I haven’t been feeling well lately, I’m always throwing up and I can barely crawl out of bed…I don’t know what’s wrong with me

6:00 pm: I took a pregnancy test today…just to make sure…were parents Dean

The night after I took the test I couldn’t stop the tears falling from my eyes; the panic set in and I could feel my breath become shorter. Clutching deans shirt to my face I tried to slow my breathing, thinking of the color of his eyes and trying to picture our baby with the same.
I didn’t know how I was going to do this without him by my side, I could barely look after myself let alone a baby who was wholly dependent on me.

It took a few weeks to get myself together but eventually I did; found a cheap apartment walking distance from the diner I picked up some work at and went to the doctors. I was already eighteen weeks along; seeing my baby on the screen I burst into tears. I didn’t feel as numb anymore.

10:30 pm: hey baby…so you’ve been gone for three and a half months now and it still hurts not having you here but I’m doing better…I have to for our baby…I love you Dean

I called both Sam and Bobby after that; both of them excited about the baby. Bobby told me it would help me heal, to lessen the hole Dean left behind; I told him it already hurt less having a piece of him with me.

The day I found out the gender of the baby I couldn’t wait to tell Dean; I called his phone as soon as i got inside; I couldn’t help the tears welling in my eyes.

1:00 pm: I found out the gender today baby…were having a little boy…can you believe that? I’m hoping he’ll be just like his daddy

I was dozing peacefully the next morning, it felt nice lying down once my belly began to swell. I could only just make out my feet now when I looked down; my old clothes no longer fit and I felt like the size of a house, but despite all that I was happy. Especially when I felt my little boy kicking.
I was woken fully by a constant pounding on the door in the next room; they didn’t let up for even a second as they smacked the old wood. Confused I threw deans flannel on and made my way to the front door; cocking my gun as I went - old habits died hard.

Opening the door a crack I nearly dropped my weapon; the sobs building in my throat as I looked at the man I front of me. He was more rugged, tired looking and drawn, the bags under his eyes indicators of what exactly he had gone through; that didn’t matter though because Dean was standing there looking at me with a smile on his face; tears rolling down his own cheeks. My Dean.
“Hey baby” he croaked
I threw the door open and launched myself into his arms, ignoring the voice in the back of my head telling me he was some kind of shifter or demon. Collapsing onto the floor in each other’s embrace we kissed. It was sloppy and rough but I didn’t care; we were both trying to shove as much emotion as we could into it. Once we parted he ran his hands over my belly, a heartbreaking grin on his lips.
“I got your messages sweetheart…don’t worry I’m never leaving you two again”
As I looked into his familiar green eyes I knew he meant it…I wouldn’t have to live without him again

|Daryl Dixon imagine| requested

Its been three days since the prison came crashing down from the war with the governor. Its been three days I’ve been spending trekking through the dark, cold forest looking for lost hope. Its been three days since I last saw Daryl and the group.

The forest is worse at night when you can’t see the walkers lurking through the trees, with me having to spend every second on full alert. I wasn’t just protecting myself, I was protecting the 4 week old life that was growing inside me, mine and Daryl’s baby. 


I opened my eyes quick as lightening as I heard the familiar growling noise from below as I hid up in a tree for the night. I readied my machete and quietly jumped down from the tree, I came up behind the walker and drove my machete straight through its skull causing the cracking noise to occur. I groaned in pain as i held onto my thigh which I hurt two days ago from falling over, I prayed to God my baby was alright. 

I opened up my bottle of water from my rucksack as I carried on with my journey to nowhere in particular and took a long gulp of what was last of it. “Shit” I mumbled to myself. The thought of being lost out here on my own for what could be forever scared me, and having this baby on my own scared me and the thought of never seeing Daryl again frightened me even more. 

The night came by quickly and yet again I carried on walking being on full alert. I heard more growls and turned to look behind me, “Oh fuck” I panicked as I saw about 10 walkers hurdle towards me, I began running as fast as my legs would carry me.

A walker came out behind the tree in front of me and tried grabbing my arm to take a bite. “Help!” I screamed fighting hard to get this walker away from me. I then felt the walker being pulled off me and a hand gripped my wrist and started running dragging me with them. 

I opened my eyes after minutes of running. “Rick? Carl? Michonne?” I sighed relieved. 

“Y/N? Oh god” Rick said shocked as he pulled me into a tight hug, “I’m so glad I found you guys” I began to cry as Michonne and Carl both hugged me too. “What happened to you, we saw Daryl take you away?” Rick questioned, “I lost Daryl when a herd of walkers came past, he told me to run and never stop. I don’t know where he is I spent ages looking for him” I cried and touched my stomach. “Hows the baby?” Michonne asked concerned, I shrugged looking down. 

Night fall came again but it was different this time because Rick found us a space inside an abandoned tunnel. I pulled out my blanket from my backpack and laid down on the train tracks and pulled the blanket over my body. “You know Y/N wherever Daryl is, he’ll be searching through hell to find you he wouldn’t give up.” Rick whispered from my side, “I just hope he’s okay” I whispered back. Rick nodded and said “I promise you we will find him”. That’s all I needed to hear for my hope to re-spark. 


I woke up to see Rick and Michonne packing up their stuff. I got up and stretched my back then packed my blanket away. “Where are we headed?” I questioned,  "We’ll go through this tunnel out the other side and see where that takes us" Michonne answered. When we all came to the other side of the tunnel we saw a garage type place ahead. “I wonder if anyone is in there” I questioned becoming curious.

“Don’t move a muscle” We all heard a husky voice say, I turned around and was faced with a gun pointing at my head and an old redneck looking man.

“Hey what’d I say chick? Don’t fucking move” The man whispered in my ear as he came closer to my back till I could feel his hot breath on my neck, I panicked when I looked over at Rick, Carl and Michonne and saw other men point guns at their heads. “Take em’ in fellas” The man behind me smirked, he put his hand on my lower back and pushed my forward. 

We entered the garage place and I saw about 5 cars inside it before I felt a bag being placed over my head and darkness took over my vision, I was then dragged to the floor onto my knees. “Hey guys she’s perfect height on her knees now” The man laughed cruelly as he gently tapped my face. “Put em’ all in a line and tie their hands together, get the new guy too”.

All I could hear was the shuffling of the men’s feet against the concrete floor and various mumbling. “So new guy, you gotta choose one to kill then you’ll gain enough of our trust to let you stay in the group, simple right?” The man began laughing. “I ain’t killin’ nobody, Joe” I heard a familiar southern voice. Daryl. “Do it, or we kill you, maybe it’ll help if we show you their faces” Joe I presumed said becoming annoying as I felt the bag from my head being taken off and the bright light shone in my eyes. 

I looked up and saw Daryl’s face drop, his mouth opened slightly as his eyes filled with worry and fear.

He shook his head, “No I can’t!” Daryl stuttered looking at me, Joe noticed Daryl staring at me and Joe came over and pulled me to my feet. Daryl’s face went hard and glared at Joe, “After I’ve had my fun with this chick we will decide what to do with you then” Joe smirked tapping my ass and pulled me into another room, I started screaming and I heard Daryl bang on the locked door. “Daryl! Help!” I shouted, Joe looked at me confused. “You know Daryl?” Joe questioned. He pulled me back into the room where I saw Daryl then fighting off the other men. 

Daryl managed to cut loose Rick, Carl and Michonne and take down the two men. Before Daryl could raise his crossbow at Joe; Joe already had me at gunpoint. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop your girl Daryl” Joe warned sternly. “I swear to god don’t you hurt her, I will kill you Joe” Daryl warned as he began stepping closer. “Your girls pregnant ain’t she? Yeah I see the way she holds her stomach, protecting the baby inside er’; I could kill two birds with one stone huh” Joe snarled grabbing my neck leaving fingernail marks on it. I screeched out in pain. 

“Get the fuck off er’!” Daryl shouted as I saw tears fall down his eyes. “Nah think i’ll keep this one as my toy and kill the rest of you, karma for killin’ my people Daryl” Joe shouted becoming angry, his hands beginning to travelling up my top. “Michonne!” Daryl shouted, then I felt Joe’s grip loosen and I saw the old redneck fall to the ground, his head decapitated from his shoulders and Michonne hovering over his body; her katana dripping in blood. 

I collapsed onto the floor and burst out crying, I felt a pair of warm, embraceable arms wrap tightly round me. “Baby I’m so sorry tha’ happened to you, did he hurt you bad? Did he hurt our baby?” Daryl whispered in my ear crying and panicking. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around Daryl. “I’m so happy to see you again, last time when you told me to keep running I thought you were gone” I whispered, “I’ll never leave you and our baby alone again. I promise, fuck I’m so sorry baby girl” He then placed a hard, passionate kiss upon my lips. 

Early Morning Rituals

Adam POV

The pitter patter of little feet against the hardwood floor that was accompanied by childish giggles awoke me from my slumber. This was a morning routine that I both loved and hated. The only part that I hated was the fact that it was 6:24am and it should be illegal to be awake this early. It was like this child couldn’t ever sleep past 7am, but even that is too early. As the noises get louder, I pretend to still be asleep, knowing that she loves waking me up, even though I am already awake. I am going to need to teach her to quieten down her approach, or just sleep longer, probably the latter. 

“I turn my back and whip my hair and just shake it off.” A smirk appears on my face as I hear as the bedroom door opens and my favourite little girl walks in. Knowing she would be by my bedside in a matter of seconds, the smirk disappears and I “sleep”.

I soon feel a tiny little finger poking my cheek, attempting to wake me up. Keeping my eyes closed and not moving, I tell her “10 more minutes, baby.” Following the usual script we have in the morning. 

As if on cue she says her line “Dada, pleeeease.” Drawing out the ‘e’ and knowing that I couldn’t resist when she called me Dada. I open my eye that currently wasn’t pressed against the mattress. All I saw was a mini version of her mother. Her hair in two little pig-tails on either side of her head, wearing a cat pyjama top and just a diaper with her red sippy cup in her hands. A small pout was upon her face and her eyebrows crinkled. 

“You know Hannah, you’re exactly like you’re mother when she wants to get her own way.”  I sigh, knowing that Taylor pulls exactly the same face when she wants something. A small giggle escapes her lips and she leans against the mattress to start poking my face again. Although, this time, just as she was about to touch my face, I grabbed her quickly and pulled her onto the bed, her sippy cup being dropped in the process. 

She let out a loud squeal at the sudden movement and when she was safely on the bed, I started to tickle her. Her laugh was something that I would never get tired of hearing, even at 6:26am. “Daddy, stop! Stop!” Hannah managed to squeeze out inbetween her giggles and gasping for breath, a huge smile on her face. Once I could see that she was going to pee herself if I carried on, I stopped. I positioned myself so that I was leaning against the headboard. My legs were stretched out in front of me, and Hannah was laying back against them, recovering from the tickling session we just had. 

After around 5 minutes of recovery time, I bent my knees and brought my legs up towards my body, Hannah now inbetween my torso and legs. I looked into her eyes. They were probably the only physical trait she had of me. Once I saw her looking back at me, I raise my left eyebrow at her and a smirk grew on my face. She knew what was coming because she started to squirm against my legs. I took a deep breath in and quickly lifted up her pyjama shirt to reveal her stomach. I then proceeded to blow consecutive raspberries against her skin. I could feel her little hands against my head trying to push me away from her, but her attempts were useless against my adult strength, her giggles echoing throughout the house. 

Once I was finished blowing the raspberries, I leant back against the headboard again. “Can we please do it now, Daddy?” Her innocent voice asks as she tries to climb off of my lap to get down to the floor. When I could see that she was struggling with the task I helped her down as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the wooden floor. “Anything for you, my sweet-pea.” I tell her, knowing that she is rapped around my little finger. 

She steps closer to me, standing inbetween my legs. I move my hands up towards her pig-tails to let them out. She winces slightly at the pulling “Sorry baby, but its done now.” I reassure her, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. When her hair fell down against her shoulders she stepped back slightly. 

Seeing that she was ready for our morning ritual, I put my hands over my head and start to pull my white t-shirt over my head, stopping just before it all came off, making it look like I had hair. I look back at Hannah and give her a look, asking if she was ready. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. 

“I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth!” We both sing at the top of our lungs. At the same time Hannah was whipping her hair around and I was whipping around my t-shirt that I was holding onto my head with my hands. 

The routine carried on for around 2 minutes when we both had to stop because we wouldn’t control our giggles and due to the fact that my ‘hair’ had fallen off. Hannah rested her head on my thigh, tired from the early morning and the dance session. I started to run my hand through her hair, knowing that it calmed her down, a trick that I used with Taylor as well. 

Thinking about it, there is nothing in this world that could replace these moments that I shared with my baby girl. No matter how much I hated the early wake ups, I would give everything to be able to do this with her morning, it was something that I really missed when I was away because of gigs. 

When the bedroom door opened, both Hannah and I’s head whipped over to look at it. “Well, look who it is,” I continued, “My favourite girl and my favourite boy” I spoke towards Taylor who had just walked into our bedroom, holding our 4 month old baby boy, Jake. “Hey Daddy, I thought I was your favourite girl?!” I hear the little voice in front of me ask. I turned around to look at her, she had the same look on her face she did when I told her I wanted ten more minutes sleep. Except this time, her arms were folded in front of her, showing me that she wasn’t impressed with what I had just said. 

“Princess,” I say to her as I pick her up and place her on the leg that her head just lay on. “You’re,” I continue, placing my index finger under her chin, lifting her head so that she was looking me in the eyes. “You’re my favourite little girl. Mommy is my favourite big girl, okay?” I whisper to her, so only she could hear, rubbing my thumb against her soft cheek. When I had finished talking to her, she knelt up and wrapped her arms around my neck, well, as well as she could with her little arms. “You’re my favourite Daddy, Daddy.” She whispered into my ear, as I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame, squeezing her close to me. 

Jake reminded us that both him and Taylor were still in the room when he started crying. Hannah climbed onto the bed and stood up, trying to see her baby brother in her mothers arms. “Why is Jakey always crying, Mommy?” She asks. I give Hannah an answer before Taylor could say anything “He just needs some Daddy time, don’t you little man?” I ask, knowing that he couldn’t give me a proper response. I walk towards Taylor, putting my hands on either side of her face and pull her in for a long, hard kiss. When Hannah started shouting at us to stop, Taylor pulled away as I took little Jake into my arms.

I started to bounce the baby in against my shoulder as I walked around the master bedroom, knowing that this movement calmed him down. I was so engrossed at looking at Jake that I didn’t see that Taylor and Hannah had climbed back into bed and under the covers. Hannah was lying atop of Taylor, her head against her mothers chest, asleep, while Taylor leaned her back against the headboard. When Hannah was a baby, that position was the only way she would fall asleep, they tried to stop the habit very quickly when she was a baby, but even now, three years later, it still put their little girl to sleep. 

When I looked back at Jake and noticed that he too was also asleep, I slowly walked over to the king size bed and climb in. I shuffled over towards Taylor, Jake still asleep in my arms. Once I was close enough to Taylor, I moved Jake so that he was against my other shoulder, making my side closest to Taylor free. When he had settled back down I put my arm over her shoulders and pull her in towards my body. She rested her head against my shoulder, just like our son just had previously. I turned my head towards her and used my free hand to pull her head towards my lips and placed a gentle kiss in her hair. 

I broke the silence that had filled the room since the children had fallen asleep. “Thank you for giving me these two amazing kids, Tay.” I whisper against her hair, placing yet another kiss there. “You’re such an amazing Mommy to these angels. I wouldn’t be able to do it without you.” I rest my head against hers and she replies to me, my hand falling down to rub against her bare arm. 

Taylor was rubbing soothing circles on Hannahs back and she slept, her other hand resting on my thigh. “And you’re the best Daddy for my children. There is no one else in this world that I would want to have my kids. I love you, you know that?” She lifted her head off of my should and brought her lips to mine. We shared a kiss, an awkward kiss, with both kids using us as pillows, making our movement limited. “It’s a good thing that I love you too.” I whispered against her lips, kissing her again quickly. 

“Did you ever see our lives turning out like this?” She asked me after a few minutes of silence. “Six years ago, when we met at the Elle Style Awards, did you think that we would make it this far?” 

“Baby,” I say, using my free hand to lift her chin so that she was looking at me, just like I had previously done with Hannah earlier. “The minute I laid eyes on you, I could see forever. I could see us getting married and having little Adams and Taylors running around our house. I could see us growing old together and you spoiling our grandkids. I could see it all. You were my forever from day one.” I looked into her eyes for every word that I spoke, making sure that I was speaking the truth. 

“You successfully buried yourself inside my head,” She quotes back to me, teasing me by using the words that I had spoken to her just two days after I had met her. Tears had fallen down her now red cheeks during our exchange of words. Leaning forwards, I pressed gentle kisses over her tears, essentially wiping them away. 

“You’re my favourite human, Mrs Wiles.” I whispered to her, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

“You’re my favourite human too, Mr Wiles.” She giggles as she repeats the words I just said to her, her breath hot against my lips. 

“Hey!” A little sleepy voice broke us apart, she hadn’t moved from her position or even opened her eyes, just spoke. “Don’t forget about me.” She mumbled, falling back asleep just as she finished speaking. 

Taylor and I both let out a gentle giggle, making sure not to wake our kids in the process. “How could we ever forget about you Princess?” Taylor spoke as she moved her hand to run through her daughters hair. “I love you.” She whispered against Hannahs head, placing a delicate kiss where she just spoke. 

It was in that moment that I realised that this is what I had always dreamed of. Having the love of my life by my side with our kids. Sure, we were a far from normal family but I would give up the fame and the fortune to be able to keep this. None of it mattered if my family wasn’t by my side. 

A Very Mary Sue Review: Marked Chapter Two Part Two

If you missed the first part of this chapter, please click here. You may be very lost otherwise.

I’m prepared this time with some Taco Bell. I plan to recover later with some McDonalds french fries. I’m giving up fried foods for April, you see, and April begins tomorrow. Clearly getting healthy means I first must get very very full of unhealthy things.

I never said I was a good role model.

Anyways, I’ve already forgotten our main character’s name. I thought it was Phoebe, but it’s Zoey.

Wonderful Zoey is sitting in her car in her driveway. She is struggling with going inside and having a nice angst fest about her new vampyre status. Again.

No! No! No! Blood was not beautiful or desirable. I must be in shock. That’s it. That had to be it. I was in shock and not thinking clearly.

Surely becoming a vampyre has nothing at all to do with it. Taking deep breaths will make it all go away, I’m sure. Because this book’s title is How Meditation Techniques Helped Me Not Become a Vampyre.

Fine. I wouldn’t think about Heath, but I couldn’t deny it anymore. felt different. My skin was ultrasensitive. My chest hurt, and even though I had my cool Maui Jim sunglasses on, my eyes kept tearing up painfully.

If Zoey does not tell us the brand, color, stitching, etc. of everything she wears, I will be very disappointed.

Where else am I supposed to get fashion advice but from Sues?

Keep reading