I’ve written so much Suho recently, that’s what it feels like anyway! Not that I don’t love our great leader! Hopefully there will be a bit of variation soon :D and hopefully you like this scenario!
I really enjoyed writing it so I hope you like writing it :D
Your daughter wasn’t the easiest to put to bed every night,
especially if Junmyeon wasn’t there to give her a goodnight squeeze. But on
Christmas Eve, she was being especially difficult, running around the apartment
with too much energy for someone who should be going to bed. That’s why
Junmyeon nicknamed her ‘Bumblebee’ because she was always buzzing around,
bouncing off the walls. It was already 10 o’clock and you had to visit so much
family tomorrow plus cook Christmas dinner, you didn’t want her to be tired.
“Oh baby, please get home soon,” you pleaded to your husband,
hoping he was on his way back from his schedule. Leaning against the door frame
to your daughter’s bedroom, you watched her wearily as she jumped up and down
on her bed, cheering about how Father Christmas was on his way. “Bumblebee,
I’ve told you. Father Christmas won’t come if you’re not asleep.”
As soon as you moved towards her, she squealed and jumped off
the bed, slipping past you and running out of her bedroom. “But I have to meet
him and ask him what he thinks about the cookies I made him,” she called out,
bolting it around the living room like a ball in a pinball machine.
You followed her, running your hands through your hair
sleepily. How was it that she had more energy than you at this time of night?
“But he doesn’t visit children who are still awake so you have to go to bed.
Then when you wake up in the morning, Father Christmas would have eaten your
cookies and left you some presents in your stocking,” you explained to her,
moving closer to the sofa slowly and then swinging her up into your arms when
she wasn’t expecting it.
“Do you really think he’ll like them?” your daughter asked
cutely, looking up at you with wide eyes that looked exactly like Junmyeon’s.
Carrying her into her bedroom, you smiled down at her and
brushed the loose strands of hair off her face. “I’m sure he’ll eat each and
every one,” you assured her, just as a loud beeping rang through the apartment.
“Daddy!” your daughter cried out in response to the front door
unlocking. She squirmed in your grip until you reluctantly placed her on the
ground, and then sped up out of her bedroom to jump on her father as he walked
through the door. “Daddy, you’re home!”
You followed behind her, laughing a little as your bumblebee
jumped into your husband’s arms and squealed in delight as he swung up around
in circles. “What are you still doing up Bumblebee?” he exclaimed, lifting her
up above his head and then showering her in a million kisses.
“She’s waiting for Father’s Christmas,” you explained,
unfolding your arms to give your husband a welcome home kiss. “I’ve
been trying to get her to sleep for at least an hour.”
He leaned closer to give you another kiss, making it last
longer as he shuffled his daughter onto his hip. “I’ll sort her out. You go and
put your feet up,” he told you sweetly, pressing his forehead to yours before
your daughter started to get rowdy from the lack of attention. Junmyeon pulled
back and lifted his daughter up high. “Now why are you not asleep yet
Bumblebee?” he exclaimed, carrying her back towards her bedroom.
She shrieked loudly in excitement and started giggling as
your husband held her close in his arms. It was such a pretty picture, you just
sat back and watched with a smile on your face. “I have to wait for Father
Christmas so I can give him the cookies I made him,” she explained, like it was
the simplest thing in the world.
“You made cookies?” Junmyeon exclaimed brightly, his eyes
widening as he laid her down on her bed. You hung back and leaned against the doorframe,
watching the scene play out. “Did Mummy help?” he asked, pulling the covers up
to her neck and setting up all her cuddly toys around her.
Squeezing her favourite teddy bear, she sat up, kicking the
covers off with her legs. “She did the mixing and used the oven because it’s
really hot and it could hurt me,” she said cutely, trying to stand up in bed.
Junmyeon was quick to react and helped her back into bed,
putting the covers back over her body. “I’m sure Father Christmas will love
them. But he won’t come and eat them if you’re still awake,” he replied,
smoothing her hair down and kissing her forehead. “Shall I read you a book to
help you fall asleep?”
“Can I have a cookie and some warm milk?” she asked in her
cute voice she always used on her daddy.
And every time he fell for it. He looked over at you with a
smile that matched his daughter’s. You threw your hands up in the air and
smiled, peeling yourself the doorframe and heading to the kitchen. “Thanks
baby,” he called out as you left.
As you prepared two glasses of warm milk and a couple of the
cookies you had baked with your daughter earlier, you could hear the two of
them in her bedroom, laughing and talking. Every so often, Junmyeon’s voice
echoed louder and you giggled at the funny accent he was putting on. By the
sound of it, he was reading your daughter’s favourite book. You carried the
milk and cookies into the bedroom,
finding Junmyeon on the bed next to his daughter with a book in his lap
and his daughter cuddling up into his side.
“Oh cookies!” he said, putting the book down and taking the
tray from you. “Are these the ones you made with Mummy today Bumblebee?” he
asked, reaching for your hand and squeezing it tight as his way of saying thank
You leaned down to kiss both your husband and your daughter
on the tops of their heads and then left the bedroom, already imagining how
soft your bed was. As you walked out, you heard daughter force her mountain of questions
on her father.
“Do you like the cookies? They’re good, right? Do you think
Father Christmas will like them too?” she said in quick fire, bombarding
Junmyeon with the questions she had pestered you with all evening.
While Junmyeon finished the story, you slowly got ready for
bed, having a quick shower, taking your time to moisturise afterwards, weaving
your hair into two long braids just like your husband liked. After a while, he
found you in your bedroom and immediately pulled you into his arms. “How has
your day been baby?” he murmured in a hushed voice, running a hand down your
braid and tugging in it lightly.
“Exhausting but ok. Our little bumblebee hasn’t stopped all
day so naturally neither have I,” you sighed, resting your head on his broad
shoulder and closing your eyes. “How did your performance go?”
He started moving, which made you open your eyes, and pulled
back the covers, dropping you in the bed. “It was good,” he said softly,
stripping down to his boxers and putting on an old t-shirt. “It was nice to perform
with Yixing after so long. He’s really looking forward to your dinner tomorrow,
“Don’t say that,” you moaned, throwing the covers over your
head to hide. “I can’t believe I agreed to cook for all the members and their
girlfriends. The whole dinner is stressing me out.” When you weren’t chasing
your daughter around the house or locating her precious pink crayon, you were
prepping for the massive challenge of cooking for nearly twenty people which
was stressing you out more than you thought it would.
The bed beside you dipped and then under the covers appeared
Junmyeon’s face. “Baby, you’ve cooked for all the members before, it’s nothing
new for you. Dinner will be amazing like it always is when you make it,” he
assured you, scooting closer so your noses were touching. “And everyone will
help so don’t worry. It’ll be a great day, I’ll make sure of it!”
You threw the covers off your heads but stayed close to your
husband, moving lower so you could fit under his chin and breathe in your favourite
scent, the lingering smell of his aftershave making you finally relax and
forget all your stress. “We still need to sort out presents,” you murmured
sleepily, closing your eyes.
“I’ll do it baby; right after I’ve put my second princess to
sleep,” your husband replied, moving to kiss the top of your head. He lifted
you up and gently placed you down on the pillow, tucking you in like a little burrito.
There was a little
knock on your door, which sounded a lot like your daughter’s knock when she
thought you were sleeping. You opened your eyes and sat up in bed as your
little girl poked her head inside. “Has Father Christmas been yet?” she asked quietly,
her hair all messy and sticking out in several places.
Sighing to yourself, you looked over at Junmyeon who was
grinning and shaking his head. “Come here,” you told your little girl, patting
the covers beside you. Your daughter jumped up onto the bed and squeezed in
between you and Junmyeon, warming her legs under the covers. “He still hasn’t
come yet because you haven’t been asleep very long Bumblebee,” you teased
softly, hugging her into your side.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she asked cutely, putting on
her most adorable face and looking up at you.
When you looked over at Junmyeon, he was still smiling. “Oh
come on,” he sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “It’s Christmas Eve.
She’ll go back into her own bed tomorrow.” When you frowned harder, he stretched
his arm above your daughter’s head and brushed a strand of hair off your face affectionately.
“This is the first Christmas where she actually knows what’s going on and can
enjoy it. Imagine how nice it’ll be to wake up together and open presents in
“I’ll be really good, I promise,” your daughter joined in,
pouting her bottom lip out just like Junmyeon.
Damn them for being too cute. “Ok, Bumblebee can stay,” you
sighed in defeat, throwing a hand up in defeat and sliding back down into bed,
pulling your daughter with you.
Junmyeon turned off the light and cosied up, your daughter
snuggling closer between the two of you. “When you wake up tomorrow Bumblebee,
Father Christmas will have come and given you lots of presents,” he explained, probably
kissing her cheek judging by the sound.
“Yay!” she replied, throwing her little fists up into the
air and then rolling over to wrap her arms around you. “I love you Mummy. I love
you too Daddy,” she mumbled quietly, nuzzling her face into your side.
“I love you too Bumblebee,” you told her with a smile on
your face, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep happy that you were with
your little family.