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When We Collide (Part 14)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Cutest couple in Hollywood? My ass!” You commented loudly and looked down at the magazine in your hands, you wondered why you had even decided to invest money in it in the first place.

Your feet were resting on top of your desk while the icon of Tetris was still on your computer screen, but it was paused and your full attention was on the large front page in front of you.

“It’s all just a freaking joke.” You leaned over to grab your mug to take a sip of your almost cold tea, it had been standing there for too long and definitely not helping on your angry mood.

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Skinny Love (Mark)

Request: can you please write a fluffy scenario where you and mark like each other but you get too shy to talk to him normally unlike with the others that you just goof around with then your best friend (jackson) finds out about this and does something about it.

Length: 1,293 words

Hope you guys like it! I tried to make it as fluffy as possible :) I love the whole concept of skinny love, it’s just so cute!!!

Skinny love: “When two people are in love with each other but are too shy to admit it, although they still show it…”

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Zero

word count: 4,759

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15 years earlier
Sunday, March 19th, 1993
00:00
29
Dan gave the digits a vacant stare, the background noise of Winnie the Pooh fading out into a feint fuzz in his mind as he diverted his attention from whatever Piglet was running away from, to the glowing numbers, glaring back into the toddler’s eyes.

Wednesday, April 7th, 1993
00:00
10
“Oh, Daniel.” His mother sighed, scrubbing desperately at a brand new tomato soup stain decorating the young boy’s newly purchased shirt, relying on the help of several wet wipes to substitute as an effective stain remover, although the slow progress was reflected through the stain only slightly fading out into a paler orange. “Tomato soup’s meant to be a food, not a brand of clothing dye.” She complained in a mutter, although she knew Dan was either too preoccupied by whatever captivated his attention underneath the table, or simply didn’t care.
“Smart move.” Dan’s father chuckled at the kitchen scene, heading towards the fridge.
Dan’s mother glared at him. “Couldn’t you at least help a little?”
“With what? I wasn’t the one letting the boy wear the outfit before eating soup.” He stared at the remains of Dan’s lunch, as if it was about as obvious as the consequences of leaving a hamster unattended with a bag of giant peanuts.
“Well, I must say I was preoccupied with a few things more important than making sure he doesn’t miss his own mouth.” She muttered, finally giving up with the stain. “Including making sure everything’s perfect for next Saturday.”
Next Saturday?” Dan’s father gave her a surprised frown.
“Yes.” She groaned, nursing the lines tension had drawn on her forehead. “the 17th.”
“Relax.” Dan’s father sighed. “It’s not as if we’re making dinner arrangements with the Royal bloody Family. The Lesters are good friends of ours. Besides, this will be the first time we’ll be bringing him along with us.” He gave the small boy’s brown-coloured curls a soft ruffle. “I’m sure they’ll be dying to meet him.”
“I hope their boy will get along alright with him.” Dan’s mum sighed at the toddler, who had now transformed his plastic spoon into a very effective soup catapult, the stains on his new outfit accumulating.
“Phil’s a sweetie. He’s hardly likely to bite his head off.” Dan’s father smirked at the boy, as his mother wisely took away his spoon. “They’ll be little carbon copies of their brothers.”
Dan’s mother gave him a half-convinced sigh, turning back to the fairy liquid and rubber gloves she had abandoned as soon as she caught sight of Dan’s messy lunch situation.
“Wait.” She stopped his father as she heard him back out of the kitchen.
“What?” He turned around, glancing at her over his shoulder.
Her eyes flickered between the figure in the kitchen doorway, and the giggling boy in the high chair. “Mind taking a trip to the dry cleaner’s on the way back from work?”

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#80: Pregnancy Series | He Talks To The Bump

A/N:

Suggestion: Read the other prefs to get a better comprehension

Finding Out About The Pregnancy | Part 1

Finding Out About The Pregnancy | Part 2

Morning Sickness

Telling The Boys

Telling His Family

The Bump Starts To Show

First Ultrasound Scanning

Telling The Fans

Mood Swings

Cravings

The Baby Kicks For The First Time

Finding Out The Gender

Discussing Baby Names

Luke (HIS P.O.V):

My fingers were tapping endlessly on my phone as my feet were dragging me down the hotel hallway, just finishing a conversation with my mom over the phone as I was waiting in the elevator, hanging on when the beep sound indicated that I was on the right floor. Finishing the list that I had just heard being repeated, I pressed home on my phone before locking it and placing it back in my jeans. Mom had given me a whole lecture about remembering every single thing in my suitcase like it rewound back to my first trip to London back in 2012, come on, I had travelled more than she had without her help, why couldn’t I do it this time. Of course, it was probably due to Y/N and her pregnant belly, but I had everything under control. Informed her this morning that she should start to pack slowly since there was left than 3 days until we were flying back to Sydney. Fishing out a key, I placed it in the hole and opening the door, being greeted by clothes everywhere and a Y/N sprawled over the bed, resting on her back and her eyes closed. I bite back a laugh as I approached the bed, taking a seat next to her. She was probably too tired to even packing, I didn’t blame her, her belly was a growing mess, things got harder as the pregnancy progressed. My eyes adverted down to her belly, a slight part of it barely under the belly that was showing the bare skin from her clearly now too small top. The thought of talking to the belly crossed my mind, Y/N had always mentioned it to me how the baby would start to get used to my voice and it would remember it when it came out. I chewed on my bottom lip for a bit before moving my head down, my lips barely ghosting over the bulging stomach, a shaky breath coming from my lips. ”Hey little guy.” My fingers traced over her soft skin, leaning my head on my palm as my elbow was resting on the mattress, ”I’m not sure if you know this, but I’m your daddy.” Kicks started to break out, making my eyes go wide in panic, afraid of waking her up when she started to stir. ”Hey, don’t be so harsh, mommy needs rest.” I eyed her to make sure that she didn’t move anymore before I continued. ”You have no idea how much we love you. I know that you were made by accident and we’re not together and it seems very complicated, especially for people who don’t understand how we can work it out. But I gotta admit, you’re probably one of the best things that have happened to me. And I love your mom. So much I doubt she even knows or have a clue.” I formed a small smile before looking over at her sleepy body, placing a small peck on her skin before moving her shirt down again, raising myself from the bed and starting to collect her stuff together in the suitcase.

Calum:

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you watched Calum dig into the beige colored sand under him, digging a big hole next to his towel, and two smaller one’s above it, himself letting out a small chuckle by the humor of what he was currently doing for you. With all the things happening at the moment, Calum definitely needed a break. And that was the reason why he had brought you here on the beach, the sun streaming warm and happy in the hot Australia weather, the beach filled with people tanning, playing volley ball or taking a dip in the dark blue ocean. “See! Enough space for mommy and her big belly. And boobs for that matter.” Calum leaned back and placed the towel over the holes, your giggling filling his ears and putting a smile on his lips. “You’re such a dummy.” You mumbled, leaning down on the towel, putting your growing stomach down into the hole, a satisficed sigh escaping your lips , finally not having to deal with the constant fear and pain of pressing the belly against the otherwise soft but harsh sand. You closed your eyes in rest, the sound of Calum’s headphone filling your ears of some Green Day song; his eyes closed as well as the both of you were in pure heaven. “Can I try something on you?” Your eyebrows quivered by Calum’s sudden question, turning your body so it was leaning against your side. ”Depends on what?” Calum let out a small giggle before pushing you down so you were leaning on your back, making you press your elbows against the sand so you could watch him, Calum taking a handful of dampen sand and lifting it over your bulging belly, letting go of it and spreading it around the damp skin. ”What are you doing?” You laughed, watching him as he finished with a smile, leaning his lips down. ”Just watch.” He mumbled, sending you a warm glance. ”Hey kiddo.” He started out, your eyebrows increasing in confuse, ”Can you do me a favor?” ”Do you expect it to respond?” Calum didn’t get the chance to answer before a kick from your stomach interrupted both him and you, the sand on your belly jumping by the sudden movement. ”How did you even?-..” ”Please, kick mommy lots and lots right now; I’m making an experiment that seems to work.” Kicks from your belly appeared again, making the sand jump around your stomach to Calum’s satisfaction, the both of you starting to laugh by the event. ”You’re so weird.” You leaned your head back and enjoying the sun, Calum continuing on talking to your belly and putting more and more sand on it. ”I have to, I’m going to be a dad. Still need to have some childish features in my personality.” ”Trust me, I don’t ever think you will turn into a mature person.” You stated, sticking your tongue out at him as he rested his chin on your sand covered stomach. ”Life would be boring then.” He started to draw patterns on the sand, smiling to himself and enjoying the sweet moment of you guys not doing anything else but resting.

Michael:

The boys were hollering around backstage, buzzing and pre warming up for the show, the crowd almost filling every seat, the crew starting to give out ear pierces. At this point at your pregnancy, it was a harsh time trying to handle all the situations at concert and such, making Michael take a fast decision on that you shouldn’t attend any one of them so often on the tour, indicating that you mostly would be staying at the tour bus, trying to kill the boredom. ”Shit I forgot something.” Michael suddenly groaned making Ashton cock his eyebrow. ”Please don’t let it be something bad.” He groaned, but not getting any answer before Michael started to sprint out, ”I have to call Y/N to talk to the belly.” He opened the door and sprinted down towards the dressing rooms. ”Did he just say he had to call Y/N’s belly?” Luke asked Ashton and Calum in confuse, the two boys shrugging their shoulders as they watched Michael sprint back towards their dressing room. Picking his phone he dialed your number fast, waiting a few rings before you answered. ”Hey Mikey.” You mumbled, moving your magazine from your lap. ”What are you doing?” He asked, talking fast. ”Just chilling in your bunk you know.” You shrugged, ”Sounds nice. Can I uhm.. Talk to our baby girl?” You knitted your eyebrows in confuse, ”What do you mean?” You looked down at your not so small anymore belly, switching the phone to the other side of your ear. ”You know, letting her hear my voice just for a bit.” ”Are you telling me to place my phone against my belly?” You asked, ”Yes.” He answered fast and timidly, ”You’re kidding, right?” Your eyes widened by Michael’s sudden request, leaning up against the wooden wall behind you. ”For god sake no I’m not kidding! It motivates me on stage!” You looked at the phone for a second before pressing it against your ear again, ”What do you want it to do, ask you a good luck for your concert?” ”Y/N for god sake, I just wanna talk to it, making sure that even though I’m not there, I will still think about her 24/7!” Rolling your eyes by his weird behavior, you pressed the phone against your belly and leaned back, the faint sound of Michael starting to ramble on about whatever he had on his mind. ”Are you done yet?-” ”I’m not done yet!” The yell from the phone of Michael said as you had asked your question a loud, a small giggle escaping your lips. Michael continued on talking for a bit, a few minutes passing before the sound from the phone saying, ”I’m done now.” Making you lift the phone up against your ear again. ”That was literally so cute.” You stated, imagining Michael’s cheeks blush by the comment. ”Thanks.” He mumbled, ”I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to talk much with you but I gotta go on stage now.” ”It’s okay Mikey, go rock out your socks out.” You smiled, hearing a small giggle from Michael before he mumbled out a small goodbye and hanging up the call.

Ashton:

Streams of steam from the pan heating pancake dough flied up towards the turned on extractor, the smell of cinnamon mixed with cardamom filling the whole kitchen. With the new album almost being at its finish, Ashton was working quite hard recently which made him come home let, go to sleep instantly and sleep to almost noon. If it wasn’t for you putting on a timer for him, he would be sleeping longer than necessary and totally ruining his sleeping routine. The clock was about to pass around 11, just in time where Ashton’s alarm would go off, the perfect way of waking him up with pancakes for breakfast. The sound of footsteps walking down the stairs appeared just as you predicted, a rather tired looking Ashton walking into the kitchen in his boxers only, heading direction towards your form in front of the stove, ”Did you sleep well?” He asked, opening his eyes more. ”Very well, thank you for asking-” ”I’m not talking to you.” He snickered with a smile, going down on one knee before nudging his nose into your gray fabric covered belly bump, taking in the smell of fresh washed laundry detergent, kissing it afterwards. ”I’m talking to my two little gold nuggets.” He kissed the left side of your belly and then the right side, glancing up at you fast with a cheeky smile before looking in front again, ”How are you guys feeling?” He pressed his ear against your belly as if he actually thought they would answer, you placing your hand on your hip and looking down at him as if he was ridiculous, yet you couldn’t prevent the smile that was creeping through your lips. ”Hungry? I think momma is making some nice pancakes.” Ashton lifted his head higher to look over the stove, smiling when he noticed the pan with dough burning in it, ”I was right. She makes the best pancakes ever. I usually eat 12 where she eats about 4. But this time, I think I should save some more for you. With you guys growing all the time, she will be eating like a bulldozer.” ”Hey!” You exclaimed with a laugh, smacking the back of his head lightly as a giggle escaped from his lips, a cheeky glimpse in his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you. ”Admit it, you eat twice as much as I do now.” He raised from his knee to stand up again, standing behind you and letting his hands rest on your belly. ”I doubt that.” You mumbled, grabbing a piece of finished pancake in your mouth, Ashton’s smirk showing that it seemed like you were being sarcastic right now. ”Don’t give me that look.” You mumbled, smacking him in the chin with the pancake. ”I’m just telling the truth.” He purred into your shoulder, ”Am not.” You mumbled, eating the last piece of the pancake, before flipping the next one over to the plate. ”I just have a new love for food.” Ashton let out a hysteric laugh, laughing into your neck making your whole body shake, ”That is probably the biggest lie from you I’ve ever heard.” You didn’t say another thing just trying to hold in your smirk, flipping the pancake over when it was starting to create a golden brown color.

anonymous asked:

Could I request a scenario were Lev and his S/O are having a cuddle session?

Oh, my pillow shaped Lev.

Immediately after coming home, throwing his bag and shoes somewhere in his room, Lev collapses on his bed. Where you had been peacefully reading a magazine. He mumbles something about practice into the fabric of his pillows before pulling you by your waist. You let the magazine fall from your hands and onto the floor and press your palms against his chest. His muscles are firm underneath the fabric of his shirt and they contract with every breath. Lev’s eyes are closed but he still wore an amused grin.

“Did you miss me?” His hand gently rubs the small of your back.

“Not one bit.”

He laughs finally opening his eyes and pulling himself closer to you, “Well, I missed you, ____.”

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and lingers against your soft cheek. His smile changing into something more tender as he gazes into your eyes. Nudging your face closer to him, you press a tender kiss against his lips and he smiles into the kiss. When his long fingers skim over your waist, you giggle against his chin.

“Stop laughing,” He mumbles.

“Stop making me laugh,” You say pecking his lips once more.

“Never.”

IDOLiSH7 Short Story

Bunta Tsushimi, scenario writer for I7, wrote a short story that they then posted on their twitter. Which is to say, this is?? Official??? AND REALLY CUTE???

hoo boy, the last thing I was ever expecting was to see a probably-official I7 short story posted on twitlonger, but there ya fuckin go.

It was posted with the note that there are no spoilers, but it might make a bit more sense if you’ve read through the first half of part one.


“‘s cold…”

The kitchen before dawn was unpleasantly chilly.

While boiling water in a kettle, Mitsuki chopped up a great number of ingredients.  Large amounts of meat, large amounts of mushrooms.  It was almost too much food for breakfast.

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Imagine:

You had recently bought a new video game for Zayn, and now it felt like you were being replaced by a stupid game. 

“Zayn.” You mumbled, flipping through a magazine. No response, all you could hear was the tapping of the controller. “Zayn..” You sighed, yet all his attention was still on the screen in front of him. 

“Y/N, don’t even bother. He hasn’t stopped playing since this afternoon.” Niall laughed, tapping Zayn on the top of his head. 

“Zayn.. I don’t think this is working out. I think we need to break up.” You sniffled. Zayn immediately turned his head, pausing his game. 

“What? Why? No, you can’t leave me! I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be a better boy-" 

"I finally have your attention. I was wondering if you could pass me my phone? It’s on the table.” You smirked, crossing your arms. Zayn let out a sigh of relief and shook his head. 

“Nuh-uh. C'mere.” He smiled, pulling you over to sit on his lap. “I’m gonna teach you how to play the game.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his hands over yours, while you held the controller. He placed a soft kiss on your neck and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Gross, guys. PDA is banned on the tour bus.” Niall murmured, opening up his laptop.

daily kagehina #5

“How do you think they found out?”

Kageyama looks up at Hinata only to quickly look back down to the sports magazine he’s been reading when he sees that the other is changing clothes.

“…Should they not have?” He mumbles, lifting the magazine up to cover his red face.

There’s the sound of hurrying footsteps before the magazine is ripped off his hands. Hinata leans in, making Kageyama move back until his head hits the bed’s headboard.

“We already decided that we’ll tell them, right?” Hinata says, his voice serious. “So it’s no problem, really.”

Kageyama hums, takes the magazine from Hinata’s hands and places it on the bedside table.

“But we didn’t even say anything yet, even though I’ve planned out a speech and everything!” Hinata whines as he crawls over Kageyama to get to his side of the bed. “We even made sure not to make it obvious!”

“No matching couple stuff,” Kageyama says.

“…Yet,” Hinata adds.

“Two tubes of toothpaste.”

“Toothbrushes in their own containers.”

They go on and on, until Hinata yawns and moves closer to Kageyama who pulls up the blanket.

“I think we did pretty well until they checked out the bedroom,” Hinata sleepily whispers. “I wonder why.”

Then it clicks in Kageyama’s head and he groans because it’s so damn obvious.

“…Bed.” Kageyama mutters.

“Mhmmhuh?”

“There’s only one bed in our apartment, dumbass.”

anonymous asked:

Can you write a prompt where Gail wants to move in but Holly is oblivious to all of the hints that she has been dropping!! Please Xx

It started with a couple of socks, a pair of sweatpants and some t-shirts. Gail would pack an overnight bag to spend the night and her off day at her girlfriend’s apartment. At the end of her stay, she’d leave the clothes in the laundry basket as Holly would tell her to. Then it became some sweaters, shirts and a pair of jeans. Two months into their relationship, most of Gail’s favourite outfits were already at Holly’s place, hanging side by side with the brunette’s own clothing in the closet and Toronto PD sweats and t-shirts lying next to Holly’s comfy sleepwear in the drawer.

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You’re insecure - Niall Horan imagine

http://gracefuldispute.tumblr.com/ask hey! I was wondering if you could write a niall imagine about the girl being insecure and niall has to show that he loves her no matter what. I thought I would be cute. You could list the song you listen to while you write it because it might be cool to know. Thank you!

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Songs I listened to while writing this

Just the way you are by Bruno Mars

U smile by Justin Bieber

Moments by One Direction

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dont forget to request here!

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“Ugh” I huff , pulling off the shirt i put on before grabbing one of Nialls .

“Whats wrong babe?” Niall asks , wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing my head .
“Nothing is fitting!” I groan , watching as Niall’s shirt falls mid thigh.
“Y/N , that shirt looked great on you” Niall assures and i roll my eyes , moving away from his grip .
“You’re my boyfriend , you have to say that” I mumble, before grabbing a magazine and sitting on the bed .
“Why can’t i look like this?” I state
I scowl as i flip through endless pages on victorias secret models , before the magazine is snatched from my hands .
“Hey!” I shout , annoyed.
Niall throws the magazine behind him , before getting on the bed and having me lay back.
“What the heck Niall?” I growl , and he shushes me , before pressing a gentle kiss on my lips.
“You’re beautiful Y/N” He whispers , and my breath catches in my throat.
“Stop comparing yourself to what society wants you to look like , you are beautiful just like this” He continues , and i look away .
“No” He objects , grabbing my chin and making me look at him again.
“Im serious . You should love yourself , because I love you and you’re perfect just the way you are” He says , and i bite my lip to keep it from trembling .
“Your cute nose” He says , kissing my nose .
“The way your cheeks heat up when i compliment you” He continues , kissing both my cheeks .
“Your beautiful smile” He goes on , kissing my lips .
“The way you laugh when i do this” He says before pressing kisses to my stomach , making me giggle .
“You’re eyes” He stares into my eyes , and i melt.
“I love you” He finishes , and if i wasn’t laying down i’m sure i would’ve collapsed
“I love you too Niall” I whisper , before pressing my lips to his .

Fuck me like it's your last

Adrian

I never really seemed to connect with women on a romantic​ level the way other men did. I would just watch them with their girlfriends, talking in low voices and it all looked so alien. I guess it had something to do with the way I grew up. My parents were rich in the wealthy sense of the word. They also hated each other. I never once saw them being openly affectionate unless it was at a party, just to show people that their marriage was a success. They weren’t bad people, but then again no one’s bad really. People are just products of their experiences, they’re made into who they are by the way life treats them. 

I became the kind of man everybody expected me to be. With a family drowning in money, I was never expected to work. Instead I became a ​playboy​, a philanthropist, living off the money my parents poured into my bank account. I never really felt satisfied though. I always thought there should be something more to life than just passively living. Sure, I was involved in charity but that was all on paper. I said the right things and signed the right papers and everyone thought I was committed to ending world poverty. It wasn’t about me though. It was about the money. I didn’t feel like a part of it at all. 

All I did was eat at fancy restaurants, go to nightclubs and get spotted with celebrities teetering on the edge of obscurity. I had sex but I never had a girlfriend. Nobody got to me in that way. Sure they could be funny, smart, sweet, generous, but there was no real connection. I always felt like I was watching myself in a movie, just completely detached from whichever girl I might be talking to. I heard people talk about love at weddings and anniversary parties and it sounded like, for want of a better word, bullshit. 

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The Art of Sharing.

AN: Fluff without Plot. FWP.
Pairing: SasuHina

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He should have known there was a catch to Hinata’s “Family Day Out.” It should have registered that it would have nothing to do with his individual happiness. Nope.

He looked up at the multicolored building with an animated Kangaroo on the side with the bolder letters: “Jumparoo!” Something inside broke…something within him… and he finally realized he was indeed one of those father.

As if having a hyperactive three year old by his side didn’t put any of that into perspective. “Papa!” She squealed and tugged on his much larger hand. Hinata appeared beside with him with a warm smile.

They walked in and was immediately welcomed by the woman behind the front desk. The inside was bright…there were different play areas. The Jungle, The Safari and etc. Sasuke blinked when Hinata nudged him.

“What?” He hoisted his daughter comfortably on his hip and made eye contact with the smiling woman. She was pointing at a sign: The Sock Zone Starts Now.

He noticed everyone in the building was indeed in socks even the parents. “Thank you,” said Hinata and pulling her family along to the changing area where they put their shoes away in a little locker.

Sasuke squatted to his daughter. “Do not-”

“Follow strangers!” Hikari recited as her eyes followed the running children.

He nodded. “Do not…”

She hummed and looked at her father. “Put things…in my mouth?”

He straightened her hair out and continued, “What’s the last one?”

She danced impatiently in place. “Ah! Ah! Papa!” She hummed and clapped her hands. “Do not run off.”

“Sasuke, let her go,” said Hinata.

Sasuke glanced up at his pregnant wife. “Fine. Be free.”

Hikari screamed in glee and jetted off. Sasuke watched his daughter disappear in a sea of snotty kids. What if she got sick? What if the other kids were mean to her? What if–

“Ne, Sasuke…” Hinata intertwined their hands. The man looked over at her and noted how her face soured. “Can…can we go sit?”

“Yes,” he answered and motioned her to the parent’s area. She was way bigger than he’d remember when she was having Hikari. “Are you okay?”

“Mm,” hummed Hinata.

“He’s active?” Sasuke asked. Hinata smooth out the floral fabric over her swollen stomach and in return the little flowers moved a bit. Sasuke released a humored huff. It was almost that time again.

“I’m happy that Hikari is social,” Hinata pointed out. Sasuke turned to look at the little girl holding hands with two other kids.

Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched. “I’m going to go check on her.”

“But…” Before Hinata could get the words out Sasuke was already heading over. She watched him picked Hikari up. She squirmed out of his arms and ran off. Sasuke looked around and power walked after her. Hinata laughed at the scene. He was so protective.

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