little girl nursery

anonymous asked:

buy what if other little girl in Alfie nursery likes him?? 😂 it would be funny because Alfie would ask Harry if it's OK to have other girlfriend and Harry would be like "this kid is so me... damn it"

Oh, my goodness. The shy little baby, around large groups of people, would definitely have a couple of admirers from afar, for sure. He’s a handsome young boy, dressed to the nines for his morning at nursery, and he’s always catching the eyes of the young girls who get giggly and sit around with him when it’s snack time or time to settle down for a story until home-time. When it’s Harry’s turn to collect him, and he’s buckled the little boy in his car-seat, Alfie’s instantly talking to him.


“Yes, mate?”

“Daddy, can I have another girlfriend?” 

And it would be SO innocent because he hasn’t quite grasped the concept of girlfriends and boyfriends because he’s only 3-years old and starting school in a years time so he’s still unknown to everything, to the whole idea of having one girlfriend. Harry would be taken aback, furrowed eyebrows hooding his eyes as he looked back at his son in the rear-view mirror. His mind flitting the idea that his son had admirers just like how he did, except his started when he was 16-years old and Alfie’s started when he was 3-years old.

“What happened with Olivia?”

“Nothin’,” he mutters, “’livia is still my girlfriend, daddy.”

“You can’t have more than one girlfriend on the go, little man. You have to give all your attention to your girlfriend now,” Harry chuckles, bringing the car to a stop at the traffic lights, looking over his shoulder and reaching a hand back to cup his knees, “like how daddy treats mummy. Daddy doesn’t have more than one lady in his life. Mummy is my only lady.”

“What about ‘sephone? And the new babies?”

“They’re exceptions, Alf. Mummy used to be daddy’s girlfriend. Like Olivia is for you. Now she’s my wife. We’re got married and we had you and your sisters,” he smiles, “she was, and still is, my only lady, little man.” xx

"Long Lost Melody" (cs + lullaby)

Summary: Killian catches his wife humming a sweet lullaby to their infant daughter, though she can’t remember where the song came from.  When they do learn, the answer stuns them both.

Word Count: 954

Rating: G

            “Swan, Love, what tune is that you’re singing?” Killian Jones asks as he wanders into their little girl’s nursery where Emma is rocking their five-month-old daughter in her arms and humming to her softly in hopes of soothing her back to sleep.  He leans against the doorjamb with his head tilted curiously as he watches his wife and little girl together, his heart warming beyond all reason at the sight he never imagined he would be lucky enough to enjoy in his lifetime. 

            “Hmm?” Emma murmurs, turning to glance at him over her shoulder, not having realized she had an audience, but giving him a soft smile when she sees the adoring look in his twinkling blue eyes. 

            “That lovely little ditty you were just humming to Morgan,” he prompts again, stepping forward to press a soft kiss to his Swan’s forehead and to brush a tender forefinger over the infant’s soft dark hair.  “It was lovely, and I’ve never heard you sing it before.”

            Emma flushes lightly, her smile crinkling the dimples in her cheeks prettily as she turns to put Morgan back in her crib peacefully asleep again.  Once she has done that, the Savior turns to her husband, easily walking into his arms when he holds them open for her, and then leaning against his chest as he rocks them back and forth gently, an impromptu waltz around their second child’s room to the gentle sway of a quiet moment.

            After a few minutes, Emma glances up to meet Killian’s eyes and gives him a perfectly contented smile, just savoring the peace in their house and in their world at present.  Humming contentedly, Emma wraps her arms around his waist and brings her hands up to brush them over his shoulder blades just as her husband is rubbing the curve of his hook gently up and down her spine.  “Thanks, Babe,” she grins and gives him a wink.  “I really don’t know where it came from though.  I know you sing to her sometimes when she wakes up at night, so I gave it a try.  The song just came to me, and it seemed familiar and comforting somehow.”


            It isn’t until a week later, when they are over at David and Mary Margaret’s new farmhouse outside of town for dinner, that Emma’s mysterious song pops back into Killian’s mind.  They have finished eating and moved into the living room, where Henry is setting up a movie for them all, while Emma and her mother are putting together some drinks and popcorn and Killian is watching David try to soothe two-year-old Neal after he tried to run away from his father taking him upstairs for his bedtime and tripped into the coffee table.

            “Shhh shhh, Buddy,” Dave is crooning lowly, walking back and forth and holding an ice pack to his son’s chubby knee.  “It hurts worse because you’re grumpy and tired.  I’m sorry you got hurt, but it’s gonna be alright, okay?  You just need to get a little rest and you’ll feel better in the morning.”

            Neal’s only response is to wail louder and start twisting in his father’s arms trying to get down.

            “Sorry,” Dave grunts out, slinging his little boy over his shoulder and tightening his grip, “nothing doing.”  Determined that the toddler isn’t getting down, the Prince begins to pace the length of the living room, humming with his mouth pressed to the side of their son’s head. 

         At first, it just sounds like tuneless noise against Neal’s cries, but eventually Dave’s persistence pays off and the boy begins to settle down. At that point, Killian recognizes the lullaby his mate is singing. It is the same one he found Emma singing to Morgan the week before, and suddenly it all makes sense. 

        The lullaby that had popped into his wife’s head must be the one her father would have sung to her if she had always been with him, if she had lived the life she should have lived.  Killian doesn’t know how it’s possible.  If it’s some bit of the magic of their homeland, another instance of the power of True Love, or a giant coincidence, but it makes him smile fondly all the same.  He is listening to her father, wondering how this connection be possible when Emma spent all of five minutes in her father’s arms as a newborn before being parted from him, when Emma walks into the room on her mother’s heels and stops cold at the sound of her father’s quiet crooning. 

           Her gaze tracks from her father with her younger brother in his arms, to her husband, and back again, eyes wide as they meet Killian’s own amazed stare. He can see the emotions welling up in her face, and it is all he can do not to go straight to his Swan and wrap her up in a comforting embrace.  Instead, he watches, heart in his throat as she studies her father’s gentle movements, cradling young Neal’s head in his hand, finally easing him into sleep and moving upstairs to the youngster’s room still humming the familiar melody.

            There truly isn’t anything to say, only stunned understanding between them as Snow settles in offering everyone popcorn, David returns to the group, and Emma joins him on the couch, curling into his side closely.  The movie begins, and they all relax together, but Emma’s face for a moment is buried in Killian’s chest and he hears the tiniest sniffle escape her that everyone else in the room misses.  Killian only holds her a little tighter, sensing that she has just been reminded overwhelmingly that even when she didn’t know it, she was always loved.

by @snowbellewells

There's a little girl at nursery

And Arthur loves her.
When I dropped him off this morning he pointed at her and scrambled for me to put him down. He walked towards her, still pointed and gently poked her chin, then walked behind her, still pointing and gently poked her head.
And then one of the nursery workers said “oh she’s his girlfriend!”
And it made me feel angry. They are 16 months old for fucks sake. Why do we do this to kids? He obviously loves her and enjoys playing with her, but he’s a kid, she’s a kid and they don’t understand romantic relationships and neither should they.
Let’s just let our kids be kids yeah?


So intent had Claudia been on watching the woman undress for sleep she hadn’t noticed the bedroom with the small child inside. She started when she saw the golden curls and big eyes staring at her. ‘My mirror image’ she thought to herself.

“No, I was looking for you.” she said quietly with a smile. She stepped into the girls room, her silk shoes making barely any noise on the wooden floor.

“My, don’t we look alike!” she said as she approached the bed, her hands settling on the quilts about the girl. “What’s your name? I’m Claudia.”.

She was entranced by the girl, so alive and so young.  

If Estella had been a lonely child, the sight of a strange girl in 
her nursery in such dark hours may have startled her. It may 
have quite rightly dawned on her to call for her parents and seek 
protection from this mysterious peculiarity. However, lying in a bed 
alongside the sleeping figures of her sisters and the baby in it’s 
cot. The little blonde was hardly one to be frightened by the appearance 
of another little girl in the nursery, especially not one as pretty as this.  

“Estella.” She whispered, sapphire hues darting nervously towards the 
open door for fear of her governess overhearing. 

Little head tilted slightly as doe eyes fell back onto Claudia for inspection. 
The child quietly marvelling just how much the newcomer looked like one 
of her dolls. Her dress, her hair, everything about her seemed so perfect

You look like a princess.” 

Dear Ann,

I wonder when the last time I put you down was. The time I swore off you for good. Cramming you back into the corner of the toybox. Determined to be the boy you knew I wasn’t.
Oh, Ann why did it have to turn out this way? I’m sure you have gone on to play with other little girls. The church nursery a dangerous place for dolls.
But none of them could have loved you like I did.

I remember rushing to the toybox, as my mother’s footsteps faded, muffled by the carpet. You waited for me there. Week after week. The boy toys scattered around the room, just so, camoflauge and secrecy. You were the sin I coveted so deeply.
I named you after Anne of Green Gables, though I never liked the extra E. And you and I would sit for stolen minutes turned to hours by shame and fear. And I would hug you to my chest as if to say, I love you. I will be back again.
I promise.

Sometimes they would move you to the other room.
Those Sunday girls, in radiant fancy dresses that made my tiny suits look like filth and dismay. They stole you, and I would pull their hair and pester them. My mother wondering what got into me. And I would answer “I don’t know”. I’d sin again for you.
Ann I wanted to take you home with me, I did, I swear. I know you were lonely in that room, in the right back corner of the toybox. I was lonely too. I would have if I could.
But I knew better.
And so did you.
Though you were careful not to say.
You talked to me of playing mommy and princess and were never mad when I held you roughly, with my fingers. Boy fingers, dumb fingers that couldn’t cat’s cradle right, that never braided your hair like you wanted.
But you didn’t mind.
I was your little girl.
And you were my Ann.

It was funny to me that you had a name. Because I didn’t, not a real one anyhow, I had a name they called me and I could tell you why. My mom had told me.
But it wasn’t mine.
Or maybe it was.
Maybe I was stuck with it, stuck trying to be that name.
But it wasn’t pretty.
And you thought I should have a pretty name. And let me try out plenty.
And I loved you.

We both had to hide you and me. Or at least to see each other we did. I hid you so no other girls would find you when I wasn’t alone. That was awful watching you play with them. While I played with cars, always cars. Stupid pointless cars. You couldn’t hold a car, cars never talked to you, or let you pretend your hair was long like theirs. Cars didn’t call you mommy or sister or friend.
You hid because you were wanted.
I hid because I wasn’t.
But at least we had each other.
Oh Ann, at least you were there for me.

I wonder when I put you down for the last time. Back into the corner of the toybox.
Determined not to be bad anymore. Not to have to hide or worry, not to feel.
Was it sad in there? Was it hard being all alone? Did it hurt to think about me? And why we couldn’t be together?

I’m all grown up now Ann.
Most of my girlfriends still have their favorite childhood doll or stuffed animal, in some revered corner of their homes.
But you, well as far as I know you are still there, stuffed into the corner of a toybox in a church nursery.
You are still there, in a corner, right next to whatever remains of my 5 year old girlhood.
I hope you take care of each other.
There, in the dark.
I hope you know, I would still take you both home, if I only knew how.

The Lady with the pretty name you always told me I could be

anonymous asked:

Peeking in little baby girl Irwin's nursery in the morning to find Daddy!Ashton standing over an only-diapered baby girl laying on her changing table, reaching up to grasp what she could of Ashton's grinning cheeks as he repeatedly covered her little face in kisses and he picks her up and places her on his hip and pats her bottom and let's her cuddle up to him omg


377. Baby's first night home (baby series #1)
  • You guys should have known that I was going to do a whole baby series... ~AlliXx
  • Louis: Hadley was like and alarm. Every hour on the hour she was up, crying and screaming like her life depended on it. At first, you let Louis sleep; he's been so busy lately with a new album and writing and recording that he's barely had time to sleep himself. But by the sixth time, Louis decided to get out of bed , "I got her love, you go back to sleep" He soothed, kissing your cheek before he made his way down the hall to your little girl's nursery. He lifted her from the crib, still swaddled in her onesie and rocked her back and forth. "What's the matter, boo?" He cooed to Hadley. Her crying seized a few seconds later and Louis looked down at his little girl, watery blue eyes and pink cheeks made themselves noticeable in the dark room. Louis carried her out of the room, un-swaddling her body in case she was too warm. He brought her downstairs and sat on the couch with he pressed to his chest. "You're so beautiful" He whispered to her,his big hand rubbing her back. Hadley fell asleep and Louis followed moments later with Hadley lying on his chest. The truest form of a daddies girl.
  • Liam: Jaxon eyes wander around the new room, his room. He his dark blue orbs followed the custom airplane mobile circled around above him.It was a gift from his uncle Harry, who he had yet to meet. He didn't make a sound, You had fed him twenty minutes ago and you had thought he was asleep but he wasn't. Even being two days old, you could already tell that Jax was going to be a curious little boy. The mobile stopped and Jaxon's eyes filled up with tears, as soon as the first high pitched squeal fell from his lips, you and Liam had both rushed into the nursery. You lifted him to you chest and rocked him back and forth cautiously, but he didn't stop. Liam tried too, but nothing helped. That's when you noticed the subtle swinging of the mobile. "Liam, put Jaxon in the crib" You said as you winded the mobile up. Liam carefully placed your son in the crib and you let the mobile start. Seconds later the crying had subsided and You and Li watched as your sons eyes followed the circle of airplanes. "Great." Liam stated. "Uncle Harry is clearly Jax's favorite person and he hasn't even met him yet" He finished. You giggled and let Liam pull him close to you.
  • Niall: Niall's eyes shot open as he heard the whimpering of his little girl on his side of the bed. You and Niall had decided to let the twins sleep in your room for a little while for easier accessibility. Both of twins were set up in little white bassinets on either side of the bed. NIall sat up and peered over to Kendall who was fussing in the little rocker. "Shh, princess. It's okay" He cooed, lifting her from the bassinet and to his warm chest. He quickly fled the room in fear of waking up Chase, which would wake you as well. He traveled to the nursery where two cribs sat parallel to each other. "What's wrong, Keke?" He questioned his little girl, using the nickname that the two of you had given her the day she was born, which was only four days ago. Her thrashing stopped and she looked up at her dad, a little coo falling from her mouth. "That's my girl." He praised her. He walked her down the stairs, whispering to her all the little things that he loved about the house and as he went to mention his little study He looked down so see Kendall's eyes clasped shut and her mouth forming a little 'O'. "My beautiful little girl" He whispered, kissing her head. He headed back to the room and placed her in her rocker, attempting not wake you or Chase.
  • Harry: Harry wouldn't let anyone besides you or himself hold Logan. You had to pry the baby out of his arms just to let Anne hold him; even then Harry kept a watchful eye. He was so careful around the newborn, he was afraid that if he wasn't showing Logan all of the attention he could muster, that Logan would disappear.So it wasn't surprising that during Logan's first night home, Harry was the one who responded to his cries. Four twenty three in the morning, Logan's cries echoed through the house, you rubbed your eyes sitting up but Harry pushed you back down. "I've got him" He's said this every hour. He gets out of bed and walks down the hall into his wailing son's room. Logan's lifted from the crib and held tightly to Harry's bare chest. "My boy. What's wrong? Hm?" He cooed, rocking Logan back and forth. He watched as Logan's features change from his mid-wail to calm and peaceful as he bounced in his father's arms. He continued to rock him as he started to trail around the room. Logan's eyes still glossed with tears, studied his father. "You don't have to worry about a think little man, daddy's always going to be here. Always here to protect you. I promise," Harry whispered to him. Slowly Logan fell back to sleep and for the fifth time that night, Harry placed the baby back in his crib, slowly and carefully before traveling back to the master sweet to be with you.
  • It's been way too long and i'm honestly a bit sad about that. I'm on college break so i figured I'd dust this old thing off~AlliXx
The Family

Dani was exhausted. It was only the first month of Aurora being home, and things just got progressively worse when Sarah had to go back to work. Dani was always on, always awake to make sure nothing happened to their baby. She hadn’t even moved the little girl into her nursery, keeping her in her small crib in the master bedroom, making it easier for the mothers to take shifts. Aurora was a blessing, of course, and so precious, but her sleep schedule was all over the place.

Dani found herself counting down the very minutes until Sarah got home, so when she was two hours late, Dani was on the verge of a breakdown from how desperate she was to have a break.