@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”
hope you like it, hun!
marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were
running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were
there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder
into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.
fucking fired, didn’t I?”
to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can
huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.
Pol. Where’s the kids?”
cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your
showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re
no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”
chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.
anon wanted more of the guys as dads so i’m going to be writing some snippets - here’s the first one!
He backtracked as he passed by the bathroom, dropping his
coat on the bed and turning around.
“It’s me, I just got back”
He pushed the door open wider with his fingertips and leant
against the doorframe, trying to hold in his laughter.
“Don’t you dare laugh”
“I’m-“ he coughed, wiping his finger over his lips to cover
his smile. When he stood straight again, his face was blank. “I’m not laughing”
“This is your fault!”
“How is this my fault?”
“Tell your daddy what happened”
Tommy walked over, popping the buttons of his waistcoat, and
perching on the edge of the bath where his children were.
“We were being you!”
“You were being me?”
“How were you-“ he was coughing again, avoiding the glare he
was getting from you.
“They decided to give each other tattoos, like daddy’s. And
luckily for me, they know where you keep the ink in your desk so…here we are!”
You gestured to the children with a flourish, raising from
where you’d been kneeling by the tub, trying to scrub the patterns off your
children’s skin. You’d got them down to fading grey smudges and pink blotches
but it wasn’t shifting anymore and you were rapidly approaching acceptance.
Polly laughed from where she was sat on the sofa behind you
and you peered over your shoulder to smile at her. Beth was not amused, rolling
her jaw in much the same way Arthur did when he was annoyed at someone.
“Sorry, sweetheart, go on”
She picked up the block the baby had thrown and passed it
back to them.
“Was he really in a war?”
“He was, yes”
“A proper one?”
“Yes. A big one”
“I can’t imagine daddy as a soldier. Don’t soldiers have to
do what they’re told?”