my babies in a cuppa tea

Buffy one liner starters
  • ❛ Thank god we’re hot chicks with superpowers. ❜
  • ❛ It’s a big rock. I can’t wait to tell my friends. They don’t have a rock this big.  ❜
  • ❛ I’m seventeen. Looking at linoleum makes me wanna have sex.  ❜
  • ❛ Great, now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.  ❜
  • ❛ That’s a weird place for a horn… That’s not a horn. ❜
  • ❛ What is your childhood trauma?  ❜
  • ❛ Excuse me, I have to call everyone I have ever met, right now.  ❜
  • ❛ That’ll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo  ❜
  • ❛ What’s the matter, life flash before your eyes? Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea? ❜
  • ❛ I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.  ❜
  • ❛ Do you like my mask? Isn’t it pretty? It raises the dead! …Americans  ❜
  • ❛ This will give them some time to ponder the geo-political ramifications of BEING MEAN TO ME!  ❜
  • ❛ Tact is just not saying true stuff, I’ll pass.  ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, but I’m an old fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.  ❜
  • ❛ We saved the world. I say we party.  ❜
  • ❛ Your mouth is open and sound is coming out. This is never good.  ❜
  • ❛ I want my expiration date to be a long time from now… Like a cheeto.  ❜
  • ❛ That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn’t wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.“  ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid we have a slight apocalypse.  ❜
  • ❛ What ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.  ❜
  • ❛Besides, "I’m here to violate your firstborn” never goes over with parents. Not sure why. ❜
  • ❛ If the Apocalypse comes, beep me.   ❜
  • ❛ What can I tell you baby? I’ve always been bad.  ❜ 
  • ❛ Seize the moment, cause tomorrow you might be dead.  ❜
  • ❛ I may be dead, but i’m still pretty. ❜  
  • ❛ I’m sixteen years old, I don’t wanna die. ❜
  • ❛ There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil. and that’s us. ❜
  • ❛ I gotta have a plan? Really? I can’t just be proactive with pep? ❜
  • ❛ You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know how to live in this world if these are the choices. ❜ 
Confusion With Babies (Sherlock x Reader)

+Sherlock and the Reader are responsible for watching Mary and John’s baby as they go out on the town.

+A/N - This is my second writing! I’m sorry if it’s bloody awful! Enjoy :-) Also, thank to @fandoms-are-the-best-escape  for the wonderful prompt!
Sherlock sat in his chair, trying to deduce the person who sat in front of him.


“I can tell by the look in your eyes, you’ve had an adequate amount of sleep. Freshly groomed hair, you also must care about personal appearance meaning you have low self esteem.”

You walked out of Sherlock’s kitchen, smiling as you carried the small cuppa tea for your love interest.

“Sherlock, you can’t deduce a baby. We’re supposed to be watching her.”

He folded his hands and crossed a leg over his knee, giving a simple nod.

“I guess you’re right. They are particularly boring. Must be fun inside their simple little minds.”

You scoffed. Couldn’t he just act like he wanted to help John and Mary? You deciding to ignore Sherlock’s ignorance and sit on the couch, watching as little Rosie beamed at Sherlock. He continued to stare at the little girl.

“Sherlock?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay? You just…stare.”

“Oh, yes. Aren’t babies interesting in a state?”

Taken by his question, you set down your tea. You nodded, crossing your legs.

“They are indeed.” You had finished your tea and sat in silence as Sherlock and you had watched Rosie. All of a sudden, Rosie began to cry. Her small cheeks becoming red as she cried. You quickly got up from your seat and hustled over to her.

Rosie was lifted up into your embrace, you held her close to your chest in hopes that she might calm down. But instead of calming down, she cried harder. You looked toward Sherlock for help. What would Sherlock know about babies?

“Sherlock? A little help please?” you begged.
Sherlock gapped, shrugging as if he was helpless. He had no bloody idea about children and their care. This was Sherlock Holmes. THE Sherlock Holmes was cracking under pressure from the most innocent human on the earth.

You had enough and walked over to Sherlock.

“Here, you try.”

Rosie reached out for Sherlock.

“(Y/N), please, no, I have no idea how to hold a ba-”

“You’ll be fine.”

The small baby settled down once she was in Sherlock’s embrace. You smiled as Sherlock held her. He began to pat her back slowly, not know what else to do. .

“You’re a natural, Holmes.” Smiling, you left the living room to go text Mary about the event.

Sherlock now stood alone in his flat’s living-room, rocking Rosie who seemed to not fall asleep.

Sherlock Holmes, you are the best detective in all of England and you don’t even understand how children work? Think

“Well, Rosie… perhaps one day you’ll be as smart as both of parents. God only knows you’ll be able to run a better blog than your father.”

For the first time that day, Sherlock smiled.

John and Mary had finished their outing and returned to 221B to pick up their 6-month old daughter. The sight John saw when he entered the detective’s flat was something nobody would ever think of - Sherlock holding a sleeping baby.

John raised a brow, “Sherlock? Are yo-”

“Shhhh! John, your daughter is sleeping.” Holmes rubbed the small girl’s back as her head rested in the crook of his neck.

Mary nudged John, “Would you have ever had guessed that Sherlock of all people would be able to care for…a baby?”

John shook his head.

“Never in a million years.”

Originally posted by ohboybasically

I Shouldn’t Be Mobbed With My Family

All That You Are Is All That I’ll Ever Need

I Shouldn’t Be Mobbed With My Family

Visuals are in the text of this chapter.

“Baby, why don’ we go out today? We could go for a nice brunch and after we could go pick up the girls from school. It’d be a nice change for you. You’ve been in the house ever since you had Lucas,” Harry says, concern lacing his voice. For the last week your husband has been trying to get you out of the house.

It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, no. You were just not in any form to leave the house. You were not getting as much sleep as your body should be getting, and even with Harry helping around during the day, the night feedings were wearing you out, breastfeeding becoming much more difficult for Luke than with Hensley or Heidi. You were lucky enough to not suffer from any postpartum depression and for that you were so grateful that Harry has been so active and involved with helping you as much as possible. It was just at the point in time where if you had the opportunity to rest from household chores, you would gladly do that above anything else.

“That sounds nice, Harry. I’ll go take a quick shower and then get ready for us to go. Luke needs another bottle, only about three ounces for now, I fed him a few hours ago and he shouldn’t be too hungry. And if you could-,” you say, soon getting stopped by a soft kiss from your husband’s lips to yours, a smile finding its place on your lips.

“It’s all under control, babe. Go wash up, we’ll be right here for when you get all freshened up. I love you,” Harry says, taking a grumbling Lucas from your arms and moving to place a tiny kiss on your forehead before turning you around and nudging you across the house. Chuckling as he saw you walk lightly to your shared bedroom, turning around once again only for him to shake his head and point you back towards the bathroom.

“We know what to do, don’t we, Luke?” Harry coos to his four month old son, earning a smile and incoherent noises falling from his lips. “I love you so much,” he whispers, placing a kiss to his son’s lips, laughing as his mouth opens and closes, signaling his need for another feeding. “Alright, Buddy, Daddy will get you another bottle,” he laughs, taking his son and the freshly made bottle to the couch, ready for a quick view of the footy match and a nice feeding.

***

You take your time in the shower, letting the warm water wash over your body, falling through your hair, and running down your spine as you lean back. You shave, thanking your husband under your breath, because it was much needed. You squeeze the remainder of your body gel out onto a sponge, lathering your body with the sweet-smelling wash, letting your body gain the scent before washing it away. You hadn’t noticed how dirty your hair was until your began to wash it, the shampoo in your hands knocking the flakes from your scalp and leaving a clean and smooth hair on your head. Once you had finished and you felt that your body was clean and well-washed, you stepped out, turning the water off and grabbing your towel from the rack, tying it in a knot just above your breasts.

You walk over to the conjoined sink, chuckling as you see Harry’s toothbrush lying out of its place in the cup, and toothpaste marked in the sink. You rinse it out, drying your hands after, and move forward to your place, brushing your teeth and washing your face quickly before heading into the bedroom to change.

You step into the wardrobe, letting the towel fall and taking a black panties and a bra from the dresser, slipping into both as soon as you had pulled the pair out.

“Wow,” you hear from behind you, spinning around quickly to see your husband, standing in front on you, arms crossed in front of his chest and a smirk on his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Harry, stop sneaking up on me like that!” you laugh, moving towards your husband to place a kiss on his lips, watching him smile and laugh as you pull away. “Is Luke asleep?” you ask, turning back around to pull on a pair of jeans and a plain, white, t-shirt.

“He is, and he is all tucked into his carrier. I swear he’s probably sweating in there,” Harry laughs, smiling as your laugh along with him, pulling your hair up into a bun and sneakers being placed on your feet. “Are we ready to go?” he asks, taking your hand and interlocking your fingers as soon as you placed your phone in your back pocket and stood up.

“We are, for sure, babe,” you smile, walking downstairs with your husband and into the lounge, smiling widely at your little boy, and then giggling as soon as Harry says he had to ‘capture the moment’. As soon as he was done, you had picked up the carrier and made your way outside, leaving Harry to lock up the house. No more than two minutes later, after you had buckled your son’s carrier in the backseat, you received an Instagram notification from no one other than Harry, smiling from the driver’s seat as you look over at him. You quickly click on the app, smiling at the picture in front of you, its caption especially.

harrystyles: Heading out for lunch with my little man and @y/nstyles. Pretty sure he’s bundled up for more than a little chill.

***

You walk into the café, one hand interlocking with Harry’s and the other mindlessly sitting in your jacket pocket, trying to warm from the outside cold. Harry has Lucas’ carrier in his other hand, holding it with ease and the hostess walks you to a private table. Harry immediately takes your son from his carrier, pulling him into this arms and letting him lay there until coffee and tea arrived for the both of you.

“This was really nice, baby, thank you,” you say, leaning over your cuppa and smiling at the man sitting across from you, your heart fluttering with the sight. Harry smiles, taking a quick sip of his drink before taking your hand and interlocking it with his own from across the table.

“No need to thank me, my love. I wanted to go out with you. I always want to. I love to see you after you’ve taken that breath of fresh air because I know you needed it. We’ve been together for a long time, and I know it can be hard when I’m not home. Just tell me if you need more help, okay?”

“I love you,” you whisper, kissing his hand before letting go and thanking the waitress as she placed your soups down on the table. You and Harry ate fairly quick, not realising how hungry you had actually gotten. As soon as you both had finished, Harry paid the bill, smiling over as you thank him again, kissing you quickly once you stand up. You take the carrier, smiling down at a still-sleeping Lucas, thankful he had not woken up during your peaceful lunch.

As soon you reach the door, you can see the flashing of lights and your face immediately scrunches with worry. Harry whips around taking the baby carrier from your hands and pulling the cover over of your son. “Walk in front of me, alright? We’ll be fine, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispers in your ear, thanking the hostess in the front before opening the door and beginning the journey to his car. You stayed close, hand wrapped around your husband’s waist, head down trying to ignore the commentary being thrown your way.

“Let us see the baby! Y/N are you feeling up to leaving the house? How is life with three children now? It sure seems to be taking its toll on you! Is Harry home enough?”

“Can you leave me, my wife, and my son alone now? I shouldn’t be mobbed with my family. That is fucking ridiculous. Have pictures of me, say what you want, but you won’t take advantage of my family. So if you would, please move out of our way,” Harry yells, causing the flashing and yelling to stop for moment, allowing you to pass safely through and into the car, settling in the back seat, where you strapped your son in, as well as yourself. “Are you okay?” Harry asks as soon as he shuts the car door.

“We’re fine, babe. Thank you,” you smile, placing a small kiss to his lips and then lightly turning him around, nudging him to start to drive, this way you could pick up your girls from school. As soon as Harry began to pull out of the space and into the park, stopping the car when the flashes begin once again.

“Stop following me, please. I am just trying to pick my daughters up from school,” he says, voice frustrated and tired. He quickly closes his window, pulling up the car a tad, leaning forward to check for any other cars and pulls out of the car park as fast as possible, leaving the paparazzi behind. “Now, let’s go pick up our daughters,” Harry smiles, looking back at you from the rear view mirror, earning a grin and giggle from you, leaning forward to give a head nod for your husband to move at the green light.

***

“Mummy, guess what we did in Arts today?” Hensley says excitedly, a slight lisp evident. You signal for your daughter to wait a minute, picking her up and putting her in her seat, buckling her tight, and placing a kiss to her lips before walking around to your seat.

Harry smiles as he sees you and your two daughters walking hand-in-hand towards the car. This was his life. You and his children were his whole world and these little moments were times that he realised it more than any other.

He quickly steps out of the driver’s seat, grabbing Heidi by the sides and placing kisses on her face, picking her up and putting her in the car-seat, peppering kisses all along her face, earning giggles from his five-year old.

“Now, Hens, what did you do in Arts today?” you ask, watching her face light up as she begins to explain her new pottery craft.

“Mummy, the clay was so sticky, and Ms. Clyde had to come and help all the kids make it not sticky so we could make it a shape. I made mine a stage, Daddy, just like where you sing. I asked if I could have more to make you and my uncles, but she said no,” she says, head drooping low.

“Hey, sunshine. I am going to love it. Because I know you made it for me. I don’t need to be put on it, that’s okay. I love you so so so much. When we get home you better give me extra hugs, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. I love you,” Hensley says, a smile finding its way back on her face.

You look at your husband and you can just feel your heart fill with more love for him. He always knew exactly what to say to both you and your children and his love that he shows for your babies is something that will never stop making you smile. “I love you,” you say, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, earning you a smile and a dimple to indent. You love how all three of your little ones have that dimple, it was probably the cutest sight when all four were smiling and the smiles were identical, that was your family.

“I love you more,” he whispers, kissing the back of your interlocked hand.

“Mumma, Daddy, I got to draw a picture in class today. You wan’a see?” Heidi asks, already leaning over to take the drawing out of her tiny backpack. You lean back around to look, watching as your youngest daughter happily points at your family. Your husband standing next to you, then your two daughters, and little Lucas sitting in front.

“I love it, baby,” you say, blowing a kiss to her and folding the picture up nicely in your jacket pocket.

You unbuckle your seat-belt as soon as you feel the car stop, stepping out of the car to unbuckle Hensley, and then taking both her and Heidi’s hands, after Harry had unbuckled her. You walk up, opening the front door, two little girl talking about their days to each other and then quickly walking into the house, waiting by the door to step out of their shoes and jackets, then walking over to the table to do their work. You lock the car right after your husband had shut the door and begun to walk up the steps and inside the house with your son still asleep. As soon as everyone was safely inside the house, you close the door and lock it, taking the picture from your pocket, and then hang up the coat you had been wearing, taking Harry’s along with it.

You walk into the kitchen, after reaching up to take a frame from the cupboard, leaning against the island to place the picture in the glass, smiling as you saw your baby babbling on his mat, finally awake and alert, two little girls doing their school work at the table, and then your husband to come around and place his hands on your hips, leaving a kiss on your neck before settling his chin on your shoulder and looking at the picture himself.

“We truly have everything we’ve ever wanted, don’t we?” he smiles, kissing you lightly as you turn around, your hands around his neck, digits playing lightly with the curls on the nape of his neck, causing you to smile back at him.

“We really do.”


Hi, babes.

I’m working as fast as I can to get all of the Harry imagines up tonight and tomorrow, this way I can move on to the requests and other series imagines. I’m trying to sort the new blog out in a way that fits for me, so if you could please hang on for a bit.

Message me for another request and I’ll talk to you all soon.

Please pass on the message that I’ve moved blogs, this way the followers from the old blog can move on here.

Lots of Love,

Caitlin xxx

anonymous asked:

So I found that picture of Harry with Anne drinking tea ( do you know which one I'm talking about?) Just imagine him sending you that pic, bc he knows how much you love his mom and how much you love to drink tea with her

The photo used here is the only I know where they’re drinking tea together, but, if I used the wrong one then let me know. xx

Harry. Missus.

You did apologise to your mum for me, didn’t you? For not being able to come on the walk this morning? x

I did. She completely understands that it was pregnancy related and that you were feeling fatigued and she would much prefer you to relax rather than straining today. x

I feel guilty because she was really looking forward to all of us going out together. x

She understands, Gorgeous. It’s not your fault you didn’t feel up to it today, so, don’t feel guilty at all. She wants you to stay healthy and resting up. x

I know. I know. I just feel bad for letting you go out alone. It was supposed to be couples and all that together. I know Gemma and Michal went and your mum and Robin were together. And, you were on your own. x

Hey, hey. Don’t worry about me. I don’t care about being on my own and being surrounded by couples and all that. I don’t care. I didn’t want you to feel forced to go when you didn’t feel up for it. I want you and the baby to stay healthy. x

I guess so. x

How is the walk, anyway? x

Bloody cold, but, very lovely to just catch up with the family. x

My cheeks are cold and numb and I should have worn an extra pair of socks because my toes feel like they’re going to fall off. x

I did warn you this morning. I told you to triple up on socks today. Your boots won’t block out all the cold, you donut. x

I know, I know. Wife’s know best, eh? ;) 

Just looking out for you and your feet. x

We’ve stopped for a bit anyway. Before we start the drive home. Guess what we’re doing now? x

I don’t know? Eating sandwiches? x

Nope. x

I’m drinking tea with mum. x

No fair. x

You’re not here so she needed a partner to drink her tea with. x

You don’t even drink tea, Harry. x

I’m filling in for you right now. I have to like it. x

I hate you. x

The baby hates you, too. She’s kicking away. x

Well, I love you both. x

:(( x

I’m sorry, Gorgeous. x

I said she can pop round anytime she wants to have a cuppa with you though. She wants to bring some baby clothes and some baby toys round for us to have. x

She doesn’t have too. x

She wants too, Gorgeous. It’ll be nice to have some of my baby things and some of Gemma’s things around the house for our little girl to use. x

It will be nice, yeah. x

Tell her I’m up for anytime. Just, not before 10am. x

..

.

Jealous? x

I will make you sleep on the sofa tonight, Harry. x

You wouldn’t make me. You love cuddling me before we go to sleep. x

I will make you, Harry. x

You wouldn’t. x

Fine. I wouldn’t. But, stop making me feel jealous. x

This tea tastes good. I see why you like it. I might have to buy some from the supermarket when we go next. x

You drive me nuts. x

Makes me a good husband, then. xx

I love you. xx

3

Lazy afternoons with my boy

Along with celebrating 10,000+ tumblr followers! Lucas and I have been having a chilled afternoon in front of the TV with a cuppa and apple rice crackers for Lucas.
Who doesn’t love a cuddle in front of Disney Junior! Especially when you have sinus issues and a pounding headache.
Please send help, more cuppas and sudafed!

“I Shouldn’t Be Mobbed With My Family”- Harry Styles (Request)

“Baby, why don’ we go out today? We could go for a nice brunch and after we could go pick up the girls from school. It’d be a nice change for you. You’ve been in the house ever since you had Lucas,” Harry says, concern lacing his voice. For the last week your husband has been trying to get you out of the house. 

It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, no. You were just not in any form to leave the house. You were not getting as much sleep as your body should be getting, and even with Harry helping around during the day, the night feedings were wearing you out, breastfeeding becoming much more difficult for Luke than with Hensley or Heidi. You were lucky enough to not suffer from any postpartum depression and for that you were so grateful that Harry has been so active and involved with helping you as much as possible. It was just at the point in time where if you had the opportunity to rest from household chores, you would gladly do that above anything else.

“That sounds nice, Harry. I’ll go take a quick shower and then get ready for us to go. Luke needs another bottle, only about three ounces for now, I fed him a few hours ago and he shouldn’t be too hungry. And if you could-,” you say, soon getting stopped by a soft kiss from your husband’s lips to yours, a smile finding its place on your lips.

“It’s all under control, babe. Go wash up, we’ll be right here for when you get all freshened up. I love you,” Harry says, taking a grumbling Lucas from your arms and moving to place a tiny kiss on your forehead before turning you around and nudging you across the house. Chuckling as he saw you walk lightly to your shared bedroom, turning around once again only for him to shake his head and point you back towards the bathroom.

“We know what to do, don’t we, Luke?” Harry coos to his four month old son, earning a smile and incoherent noises falling from his lips. “I love you so much,” he whispers, placing a kiss to his son’s lips, laughing as his mouth opens and closes, signaling his need for another feeding. “Alright, Buddy, Daddy will get you another bottle,” he laughs, taking his son and the freshly made bottle to the couch, ready for a quick view of the footy match and a nice feeding.

***

You take your time in the shower, letting the warm water wash over your body, falling through your hair, and running down your spine as you lean back. You shave, thanking your husband under your breath, because it was much needed. You squeeze the remainder of your body gel out onto a sponge, lathering your body with the sweet-smelling wash, letting your body gain the scent before washing it away. You hadn’t noticed how dirty your hair was until your began to wash it, the shampoo in your hands knocking the flakes from your scalp and leaving a clean and smooth hair on your head. Once you had finished and you felt that your body was clean and well-washed, you stepped out, turning the water off and grabbing your towel from the rack, tying it in a knot just above your breasts.

You walk over to the conjoined sink, chuckling as you see Harry’s toothbrush lying out of its place in the cup, and toothpaste marked in the sink. You rinse it out, drying your hands after, and move forward to your place, brushing your teeth and washing your face quickly before heading into the bedroom to change.

You step into the wardrobe, letting the towel fall and taking a black panties and a bra from the dresser, slipping into both as soon as you had pulled the pair out.

“Wow,” you hear from behind you, spinning around quickly to see your husband, standing in front on you, arms crossed in front of his chest and a smirk on his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Harry, stop sneaking up on me like that!” you laugh, moving towards your husband to place a kiss on his lips, watching him smile and laugh as you pull away. “Is Luke asleep?” you ask, turning back around to pull on a pair of jeans and a plain, white, t-shirt.

“He is, and he is all tucked into his carrier. I swear he’s probably sweating in there,” Harry laughs, smiling as your laugh along with him, pulling your hair up into a bun and sneakers being placed on your feet. “Are we ready to go?” he asks, taking your hand and interlocking your fingers as soon as you placed your phone in your back pocket and stood up.

“We are, for sure, babe,” you smile, walking downstairs with your husband and into the lounge, smiling widely at your little boy, and then giggling as soon as Harry says he had to ‘capture the moment’. As soon as he was done, you had picked up the carrier and made your way outside, leaving Harry to lock up the house. No more than two minutes later, after you had buckled your son’s carrier in the backseat, you received an Instagram notification from no one other than Harry, smiling from the driver’s seat as you look over at him. You quickly click on the app, smiling at the picture in front of you, its caption especially.

harrystyles: Heading out for lunch with my little man and @y/nstyles. Pretty sure he’s bundled up for more than a little chill.

***

You walk into the café, one hand interlocking with Harry’s and the other mindlessly sitting in your jacket pocket, trying to warm from the outside cold. Harry has Lucas’ carrier in his other hand, holding it with ease and the hostess walks you to a private table. Harry immediately takes your son from his carrier, pulling him into this arms and letting him lay there until coffee and tea arrived for the both of you.

“This was really nice, baby, thank you,” you say, leaning over your cuppa and smiling at the man sitting across from you, your heart fluttering with the sight. Harry smiles, taking a quick sip of his drink before taking your hand and interlocking it with his own from across the table.

“No need to thank me, my love. I wanted to go out with you. I always want to. I love to see you after you’ve taken that breath of fresh air because I know you needed it. We’ve been together for a long time, and I know it can be hard when I’m not home. Just tell me if you need more help, okay?”

“I love you,” you whisper, kissing his hand before letting go and thanking the waitress as she placed your soups down on the table. You and Harry ate fairly quick, not realising how hungry you had actually gotten. As soon as you both had finished, Harry paid the bill, smiling over as you thank him again, kissing you quickly once you stand up. You take the carrier, smiling down at a still-sleeping Lucas, thankful he had not woken up during your peaceful lunch.

As soon you reach the door, you can see the flashing of lights and your face immediately scrunches with worry. Harry whips around taking the baby carrier from your hands and pulling the cover over of your son. “Walk in front of me, alright? We’ll be fine, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispers in your ear, thanking the hostess in the front before opening the door and beginning the journey to his car. You stayed close, hand wrapped around your husband’s waist, head down trying to ignore the commentary being thrown your way.

“Let us see the baby! Y/N are you feeling up to leaving the house? How is life with three children now? It sure seems to be taking its toll on you! Is Harry home enough?”

“Can you leave me, my wife, and my son alone now? I shouldn’t be mobbed with my family. That is fucking ridiculous. Have pictures of me, say what you want, but you won’t take advantage of my family. So if you would, please move out of our way,” Harry yells, causing the flashing and yelling to stop for moment, allowing you to pass safely through and into the car, settling in the back seat, where you strapped your son in, as well as yourself. “Are you okay?” Harry asks as soon as he shuts the car door.

“We’re fine, babe. Thank you,” you smile, placing a small kiss to his lips and then lightly turning him around, nudging him to start to drive, this way you could pick up your girls from school. As soon as Harry began to pull out of the space and into the park, stopping the car when the flashes begin once again.

“Stop following me, please. I am just trying to pick my daughters up from school,” he says, voice frustrated and tired. He quickly closes his window, pulling up the car a tad, leaning forward to check for any other cars and pulls out of the car park as fast as possible, leaving the paparazzi behind. “Now, let’s go pick up our daughters,” Harry smiles, looking back at you from the rear view mirror, earning a grin and giggle from you, leaning forward to give a head nod for your husband to move at the green light.

***

“Mummy, guess what we did in Arts today?” Hensley says excitedly, a slight lisp evident. You signal for your daughter to wait a minute, picking her up and putting her in her seat, buckling her tight, and placing a kiss to her lips before walking around to your seat.

Harry smiles as he sees you and your two daughters walking hand-in-hand towards the car. This was his life. You and his children were his whole world and these little moments were times that he realised it more than any other. 

He quickly steps out of the driver’s seat, grabbing Heidi by the sides and placing kisses on her face, picking her up and putting her in the car-seat, peppering kisses all along her face, earning giggles from his five-year old.

“Now, Hens, what did you do in Arts today?” you ask, watching her face light up as she begins to explain her new pottery craft.

“Mummy, the clay was so sticky, and Ms. Clyde had to come and help all the kids make it not sticky so we could make it a shape. I made mine a stage, Daddy, just like where you sing. I asked if I could have more to make you and my uncles, but she said no,” she says, head drooping low.

“Hey, sunshine. I am going to love it. Because I know you made it for me. I don’t need to be put on it, that’s okay. I love you so so so much. When we get home you better give me extra hugs, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. I love you,” Hensley says, a smile finding its way back on her face. 

You look at your husband and you can just feel your heart fill with more love for him. He always knew exactly what to say to both you and your children and his love that he shows for your babies is something that will never stop making you smile. “I love you,” you say, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, earning you a smile and a dimple to indent. You love how all three of your little ones have that dimple, it was probably the cutest sight when all four were smiling and the smiles were identical, that was your family.

“I love you more,” he whispers, kissing the back of your interlocked hand.

“Mumma, Daddy, I got to draw a picture in class today. You wan’a see?” Heidi asks, already leaning over to take the drawing out of her tiny backpack. You lean back around to look, watching as your youngest daughter happily points at your family. Your husband standing next to you, then your two daughters, and little Lucas sitting in front.

“I love it, baby,” you say, blowing a kiss to her and folding the picture up nicely in your jacket pocket. 

You unbuckle your seat-belt as soon as you feel the car stop, stepping out of the car to unbuckle Hensley, and then taking both her and Heidi’s hands, after Harry had unbuckled her. You walk up, opening the front door, two little girl talking about their days to each other and then quickly walking into the house, waiting by the door to step out of their shoes and jackets, then walking over to the table to do their work. You lock the car right after your husband had shut the door and begun to walk up the steps and inside the house with your son still asleep. As soon as everyone was safely inside the house, you close the door and lock it, taking the picture from your pocket, and then hang up the coat you had been wearing, taking Harry’s along with it.

You walk into the kitchen, after reaching up to take a frame from the cupboard, leaning against the island to place the picture in the glass, smiling as you saw your baby babbling on his mat, finally awake and alert, two little girls doing their school work at the table, and then your husband to come around and place his hands on your hips, leaving a kiss on your neck before settling his chin on your shoulder and looking at the picture himself.

“We truly have everything we’ve ever wanted, don’t we?” he smiles, kissing you lightly as you turn around, your hands around his neck, digits playing lightly with the curls on the nape of his neck, causing you to smile back at him.

“We really do.”


Here we go! Here is this request, my loves.

I am so sorry this is so late. I am working on two other right now to be posted around noon and then two. I have work at 4 and then I am off after to finish editing for Harry.

Tomorrow I suspect I will get more done, and hopefully finish all the request by Friday. Thank you for all your constant understanding.

All the love,

Caitlin xxx

You’re Worth More Than Any Piece Of Art (Niall)

I had, had the longest week ever it seemed. I had been over worked at work. Putting in long hours and getting nothing in return. Niall had been in LA for the last week finalizing everything before the hiatus started. I had received two different parking tickets for over expired meters. It has just been one thing after another. I was tired and my body was exhausted and all I wanted to do was sit at home with a nice glass of wine, the fire on, and Niall of a video chat. It wouldn’t make up for everything but it would tide me over until he came home in two days.

“Has it really been that bad?” Niall asked as I finally settled in for the night.

“Yes it has. It seems like it does this every time you go away. Where you here things are calm. I’m calm. You sooth me.” I tell him small smile.

“That makes me happy to hear. I’m sorry I’m not there now but I will be in less than two days.”

“And for that I can not wait.”

“Me either. I get home late so we’ll have a nice night at home and then the next night I want to take you out.”

“Okay. I’m always happy to be the one on your are.”

“Good because I have been planning this date for awhile now and everything is finally coming together.” Niall spoke as he had the biggest smile on his face. He looked like a kid in the candy shop. Nothing could bring his mood down right now. I knew he loved what he did and it always made him happy, but I will admit I am ready for him to slow down and spend more time at home.

The next day and half are similar to the way the rest of my week went. I broke the heel on a pair of my favorite shoes, I almost put expired milk in my tea, and for the third time this week I got another parking ticket. Stupid meters. It was all going to be okay though. Niall was going to be home any minute and I could not be happier.

I head the front door open just as I was pulling the pizza out of the oven. It was our comfort food, and it was always the first meal we ate when we were back together no matter what time of day. It was a special tradition we had started about a year after we started dated.

“It smells good, in here.” He called as he dropped his bags in the hall and made his way towards the kitchen.

“Thanks. I’ve been slaving hours over these” I laugh as I motion to the three pizzas I have laying on the counter. He knows that I had ordered them and was just keeping them warm in the oven.

“You are such an amazing cook.” He smiled as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close. “I missed you” he whispered as he lowered his lips to mine. A slow press of his mouth on mine. It didn’t matter how he kissed me, it was always perfect with him.

“I missed you too. It was lonely here with out you. It will be nice to be able to spend more time together.”

“Agreed.” We kept giving each other little kisses until it started to turn into something more passionate. He backed me up into the counter and I bumped into the pizzas which brought me back to reality.

“As much as I am loving this we need to eat, before everything gets cold.” I told him as I finally broke away from his lips.

“We can eat later. Right now all I want my lips on is you. I was gone too long and you were too far away, so I’m not going to let you go.” He smirked as He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took us up to our bedroom. I’m glad I had turned the oven off because we definitely let the pizza get cold. When we finally got back to it, we had to reheat it in the oven.

The next morning was wonderful thinking that I was going to be waking up in Niall’s arms. That was until I woke up and he was gone. His side of the bed was still warm so I knew that hadn’t been gone long. I grabbed my robe that was hanging on the back of bathroom door before I went looking for him. My foot hit the last step on the stairs when I heard his voice coming from the office.

“No, that’s not what we agreed on. I need it to be there by 8. That’s when everyone will be there.” Niall was flustered and pacing back and forth in front of the back wall that held all of his framed albums. “I need all of this to go perfectly. It’s what she deserves.”

I had no idea who or what he was speaking of but I could tell that he didn’t want me to hear. I quietly tiptoed away from the door and slipped into the kitchen so he wouldn’t know that I was listening. I plugged the kettle in and waited for it to warm so that we could have some tea. I was just taking out the mugs as Niall came walking in.

“Morning babe. I didn’t know you where awake. I didn’t wake you up did I?” He asked with such concern that I almost felt bad for him.

“No I woke up and you were gone. I came down and heard you on the phone so I came in here and started some tea for u.”

“You heard me on the phone? What exactly did you hear?” He was starting to act so weirdly now I knew that I couldn’t tell him the whole truth.

“Nothing really. I could just hear you talking so I figured you were on the phone. I knew that you would be out soon so I just headed in here.” I could see the relief flood him as I spoke so I knew that I had done the right thing. He meandered over to me and slide his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder and I filled the mugs with the tea bags and water.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you woke up but I appreciate you making tea for us. Besides you this is what I miss most when I head to the states. No one knows how to make a good cuppa over there.”

“Well I’m glad that I could provide. You do so much for me it’s the least I can do.”

“Oh baby” He smirked as he pulled away and grabbed him mug out of my hands. “You know you do so much for me. I couldn’t do half of what I do with out you by my side. You are my everything.”

“That is so sweet of you. One of the many reasons I love you.” I replied as I leaned in to kiss him. “So tell me what are we doing on this date tonight that you’ve been planning for months.”

“Well we are going to have dinner at Clifton’s and then I figured we stroll through the art distract down there. See if there is any new that catches our eye?”

“That sounds wonderful.” I smiled as we settled on the couch to enjoy the rest of our tea. We spent the morning watching what ever was on TV and cuddling together on the couch. Having spent the last week apart we just wanted to be in each others space.

Niall was flipping through the channels looking for something to watch since the movie we were watching just ended. He passed an old episode of “Say YES to the Dress” when he asked. “Have you ever thought what you would want your wedding dress to look like?”

“Yeah I have. I think pretty much every girl does.”

“Yeah? What do you want yours to look like?”

“Well it’s changed over time. I have a general idea but nothing specific. Something with a sweet hear neckline, fitted near the top but flowing at the bottom. Flared but not too large.”

“Huh” and that was the end of it. We found something new to watch and I ended up falling asleep in Niall’s lap. I had a tendency to do this for the first few days he came back. Since we had moved in together I was never able to sleep too well when he left. Then when ever we would be together I would feel complete and if we were relaxing would would fall asleep on him. I think he had come to expect it over time.

“Sleep well princess?” Niall asked when I finally awoke from my small nap.

“Mmmmhhhmmm” I nodded as I stretched my arms above my head. “You know I never sleep well when your gone.”

“I know. You should probably start getting ready, if we want to leave in time to make our reservations.” It was already late into the afternoon, early evening when I checked the time on the clock under the telly. I didn’t realize I had slept so long.

“You should have woke me up sooner.” I squealed as I jumped off the couch. Niall reached up a had and swatted at my bum before I ran up stairs. His laughs followed me up the stairs and filled the whole house. It was such a warm feeling having him back here.

By the time we were both fully ready we were rushing out of the house to make it to dinner on time. Niall seemed to be extra pushy that we were to be on time. It was a bit weird.

“You look beautiful in that dress Aeriel.” He smiled as he stopped the car a red light.

“Thank you. I found it on Asos, this is my first time wearing it.” I replied as I ran my had down the nude and black dress. It was fitted perfectly and accentuated all of my curves perfectly. The back was all black and it crossed in front around my waist and over one shoulder. It was classy but still a bit sassy and that’s what I really loved about it.

Niall pulled up to Clifton’s and valeted the car. We were welcomed by the maitre d’ and lead back to a table away from the windows per Niall’s request. The restaurant was on of our favorites. It was a simple place with a gorgeous ambiance. The food was amazing from the aged steaks to the gourmet salads.

Dinner was wonderful and romantic as we sat close to each other and stole bites of food off each others plates. When ever we came here we always ordered the same dessert to split. A decadent dark  and milk chocolate cake with ice cream and warm fudge poured over the top. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful meal.

“You got a like chocolate on your cheek.” Niall laughed softly as I tried to wipe it off. “You keep missing”

“Where is it?” I asked as I kept wiping with my napkin a bit exasperating.

“Here let me get it for you” He took my face in his hands and pulled me close to him. His lips closed over a spot near the corner of my mouth. His tongue flicked softly over the stubborn spot of chocolate. He slowly pulled back as he slid his lips together. I flushed all the way down my neck, as me smirked at me.

“Chocolaty.” He wink. I slapped him on the shoulder, but we both knew that I love it.

It wasn’t long after that, that we finished eating, paid the bill and headed out. We took the car to a small parking lot just off the main street of the art district. We stopped into a few galleries enjoying the fine paintings and sculptures.

“Oooo look it’s monOrchid. I love this place.”

“Let’s go in since you love it so much.” It was a smaller gallery that was featuring a newer artist. They had focused on more sculptures that were placed strategically around the small space. The largest one was in the center of the room hanging from the rafters of the ceiling. It was a large metal square hanging, with a smaller silver square hanging beneath it. Each of the squares had rings hanging down from them. They all appeared to be engagement rings. The piece was eye catching. The way the stones caught the lights and reflected onto the walls and the floor. It seemed to make the whole room sparkle. I kept walking around it, looking at the individual rings. It was beautiful.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” Niall asked as he stepped closer to me and placed a hand around my waist. He pulled me closer and I raised my head to see more of the rings. “Any of them catch your eye?”

“I can’t decide. They are all so pretty. Do you think they are real?”

“I don’t know.” He replied as he let me go and headed towards the center of the piece. There was a single ring that hung right in the center of the piece. It was the only rose gold ring in the whole piece. It had a large diamond in the middle, two smaller heart stones on either side, and a twisted band with tiny diamonds running down it. It was the first ring that caught my eye and was quiet possibly my favorite.

“What about this one?” He asked softly as he reached up and pointed at the ring. I walked over to him and looked at the ring again.

“It is beautiful. I would say my favorite.” I smiled and so did Niall. It was then that he pulled a small pair of scissors from his pocket and reached up to cut the ring down. I reached up to stop him.

“Niall, what are you doing? You can’t ruin this piece just because I like this ring.”

“Aeriel, it will be okay. Believe me.” He reassured me as he finished cutting down the right and taking it in his hand. It was then that he took a small step back and got down on one knee. My hands flew to my face covering my mouth.

“Aeriel, you are the light of my life, and not a day goes by when I don’t think about how much you mean to me. You are my best friend and my confidant. I know that with you I can do anything. These are just a couple of the reasons that I love you and that I want to marry. So please, I asks with every beat of my heart. will you marry me?”

“I can’t believe this. Of course I’ll marry you.” I squealed. He gently pulled down my left hand and slid the ring that I so love onto my finger. It fit perfectly as though it had been specifically made for me.

“Perfect fit” I whispered.

“Just like us.” Niall beamed as he stood. I wrapped my arms around around his neck and kissed him deeply. It was then that I finally noticed people cheering around us. I hadn’t noticed before, because I was too pulled in by the art. Our family and closest friends were standing all around us. Our mothers were the first to us. They pulled us apart to celebrate with hugs. My mom pulled my hand up immediately to see the ring.

“He did a great job.” She smiled.

“He did.” I beamed. We spent the rest of the night celebrating in the small gallery. Some one brought out champagne and flutes were passed around. It was the perfect night.

When the night was over I was sitting in bed starring at my ring. I hadn’t stopped smiling since it was placed on my finger.

“You really like it then?” Niall asked as he came out of the en suite and fell into bed. I beamed back at him.

“I really do. It really is the perfect ring.”

“I’m happy. It took me forever to find. Willie actually helped me find the store I bought it at. An antique jewelry store. It’s a one of a kind. I knew it would be perfect for you.”

“I have to admit something.” I told him sheepishly.

“What is it love?”

“I heard you talking on the phone this morning. I head you getting upset about something not working out. Having to be done around 8.” I cringed and Niall laughed softly.

“I had a feeling you heard me. Yeah. I got a call from the gallery this morning. They said that they wouldn’t be able to close the place early enough for the guys to get in and set up the rings.” I nodded in understanding. “I was worried that everything wouldn’t be in place by the time we got there. Everyone was supposed to show up by 7:30, and be inconspicuous until after the proposal. I didn’t want you to know that they were there. Deo actually got the whole thing on film.”

“He did!! Oh I can’t wait to see that.” I started to tear up again.

“It’s okay love. You don’t have to cry” He told me as he reached over and pulled me into his lap.

“I know, these are tears of joy. Tonight was absolutely perfect, and now I get to replay it over and over when ever I want. I’m just so happy and now I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He smiled and I leaned in and kissed it off him. We spent the rest of the night celebrating in our own way and talking wedding ideas. It was the next big step and you were ready to take it together.


Another one in the books. I really like this proposal idea. Simple ideas are so sweet though as well. Hope you enjoyed it and it was worth the read. Thanks for taking the time. If you have any requests let me know and I would love to do my best to fill it for you. LOVE YOU ALL MUAH! xoxo

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OMG YOUR NEW ICON IS SO CUTE

Thanks ^_^

I think it basically sums me up. Red hair, freckles, dorky sweater, socks/shorts combo, cuppa hot tea and, of course, my baby by my side. 

Dear Little Lucas,

Mummy is feeling really poorly tonight, the sore throat, stuffy nose, headache and achy body is so horrid.
Paracetomol only hits it so hard. 
Snuggled up on the air-bed in the lounge, (daddy sleeps on it when mummy is having a restless night) in my dressing gown, cuppa tea and tumblr, cuddling daddy in front of the television waiting for DEREK.

I can feel you kicking around in my tummy and it makes feeling this crappy worthwhile! I cannot wait to meet you and be able to take cold and flu tablets when i get poorly again.

You’re my world little man.
Love you Always
Mummy xxx