real moments in life

Semi Hiatus (again - sorry!)

This time I am not leaving cause of people on tumblr but because my real life is busy at the moment. 

I had time to write today but I simple couldn’t calm down and focus. So I am taking the pressure off and a week off from writing. I might still be around tumblr a bit. Reading and reblogging. My q is also running so the blog is not going silent. I just need a bit of time to destress myself. 

I will probably be back sometime next week. I am so sorry guys. 

anonymous asked:

Imagine a scene when the missus gives birth to their first ever baby and she breast feeds for the first time ! And H is just absolutely smitten and also fascinated at the instant connection mom and baby make. (I am fascinated myself with babies and all and I've always found this moment so endearing and precious and can't help wonder if H would find it the same. ❤️😭)


That’s my favorite moment too. Both in real life and to write in the stories. 

He’s so smitten by it. He knows the baby is his too, but there’s just something there between the two of you that he just can’t place. The way you look at each other, the way your baby snuggles in to you. Like you’ve known each other forever. Because, well, you have. They know your smell, the beat of your heart, your breathing, and it melts him that you comfort your tiny babe just by being there. 

He knows they’ll get to know each other soon enough, but right now, he’s in awe of what’s laid out before him. A bond only the two of you could create. 

“There’s Mumma,” he’d whisper, so softly, a hand on your shoulder. He fusses with the blanket over the baby’s bare shoulders, pulling it up snuggly, worried if they’re warm enough. “There she is.”  He strokes a finger across their wrinkly, bare foot, the shell of their ear. He’s never been more in love.

His fingers brushing through the hair that’s damply struck to her hairline. “Hi, my love.” He kisses her forehead and she turns her head to nudge his jaw with her nose in silent return of the affection. “You did so good. I love ya. Both a’ ya.”  xx.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.