the mom's been really good

when cutting onions:

-noct cries and complains about the fact that he’s crying
-prompto cries onto the actual onion
-gladio tears up and asks iggy why he’s doing this when literally anyone else could instead
-iggy doesn’t tear up because he’s a fucking beast

Fallout 4 wasn’t perfect and has disappointing flaws, but I’m also thankful I got to make a middle-aged, bisexual woman who’s capability is never really questioned, who’s never really pigeon-holed into “just being a mom”, and gets to write her own story, make her own friends and enemies, build her own political agreements, find her own lovers, and isn’t punished by the storyline for building a rich, developed life for herself.

I can’t emphasize enough how fulfilling it is for me to be able to play an older female character like I can in Fallout 4.

No one really likes to hear it, but I think my favorite thing about Leia Organa Solo is that she is not really a good mom.  I’ve been making my way through Star Wars Bantam and comics, and the one thing that has been consistant is the characters.  Different authors, crazy plots, but the characters are always consitant, and Leia is not a good mom.  

Leia’s priority, is, and has always been, the galaxy, and specifically, the Republic.  She was raised to put duty first, always, and her family comes second.  It doesn’t make her a bad person, but it means that she is a disconnected mom, and it does affect her kids.  

Leia was a princess raised by nannies and aunts and boarding school, and her kids are raised the way she was.  She leaves them to their nanny and to Chewie and to Threepio and Han, because she is a senator and then Chief of State, and her job is to run the galaxy.  She doesn’t wipe runny noses or tie shoes or wipe sticky fingers or read bedtime stories or play in bubble baths.  Those are tasks left to others.  When she is working she doesn’t think about her kids because they are kept busy and safe and she has other things to worry about.  

In 7 books I’ve read, Leia has hugged her children once, and snuggled with them twice I think.  

It’s Han (and Luke) who give hugs and kisses, who pick up and play with and discipline and talk to and comfort the kids.  It’s Threepio who reads them stories and Chewie who runs after them.  

She loves her children–I never doubt that, but they aren’t her priority.  They just aren’t, and honestly?  It makes me love her more.  Because she doesn’t have to be a super mom and a super politician and a super everything.  She isn’t perfect–and I love her for that.  I love her for having children because she loves her husband and he wants to be a father and because it’s what you do when you are married but not because she necessarily wants to be a mother.  I love that she is allowed, by all the authors, to be who she is, and there aren’t any apologies for it.  I love that she doesn’t have to be everything.  

Wow I’ve just now realized how saturated culture is with deep and nuanced stories about people’s relationships with their fathers, but kinda falls shorter in stories with the same depth about relationships with mothers. Not that they’re nonexistent, of course! But mothers are often assumed to be the default “good parent” in a kid’s relationships, so stories about relationships with moms being bad, or even just confused or misunderstanding, aren’t out there as much.

And that just hit me this week as I found 2 things in rapid succession that both explored in very real ways the relationship between a mother who genuinely loves and would do anything for her kid but cannot understand, no matter how hard she tries, what the kid needs or what they’re going through, and the kid who for any number of reasons can’t let their mom in.

The reason I noticed so starkly is that for both of these stories I immediately started crying. Just immediately. And that is coming from someone who legitimately never cries over fiction.

It’s the story of me and my mom. And I’m glad I found these.

Caught Hook Handed

Lines are tested at Thanksgiving dinner! Lots of fluff and of course lots of smut;)

Rated M You can read more of my work here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/rubyrose82/works

“I still don’t really get what this holiday is all about. Every year I try to understand, but it just seems like everyone is getting together just to eat turkey and pumpkin pie. Besides there are much more important things pie,” Killian teased, playfully biting the soft skin between her neck and shoulder.

“Killian, I already told you. We don’t have time. We are already going to be late,” Emma giggled, a shiver running down her spine from his ministrations. Damn, that man was gonna test her self control today.

“Let them wait, darling,” Hook practically purred in her ear.

“I know they know why we are late every time. Our family doesn’t need anymore reasons to pick on us,” She moaned, as his hand traveled further down, playing with the seam of her navy blue dress. She could feel his hardening erection against the crease of her ass. Pull it together, Emma she thought!

It was crazy that they had been married for almost five years and he could still pull this kind of excitement from her. God, she had it bad. Emma quickly turned around and placed a brief chaste kiss to his lips, then spun around making her way to the kitchen to take the pie out of the oven.

“Easy tiger, you think you can wait a few more hours?” She laughed, staring at the bulge in his pants.

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Dear Mom,
I’ve never been good at explaining my feelings. I’m really bad at telling people I care a whole hell of a lot about them. So, I care a whole hell of a lot about you. You are truly beautiful inside and out. Thank you. For one, putting up with my utter bullshit on a daily basis. And two for being there for me even when I didn’t want or in fact didn’t need. Or maybe when I thought I didn’t need but actually was being stubborn (like you). Thank you for your stubbornness, your gratitude, and your humor. I’m the biggest pain in the ass most stubborn person I know, next to you. We’re fighters we don’t take people’s bullshit and we aren’t afraid to stand up for ourselves; or each other. You are the strongest kindest person I know. I’m not just saying that due to the fact I got blessed enough to be your daughter but because it’s honestly so true.
I want to thank you putting up with my attitude when I was 14, and for when I never listened to you when I was going through my preteen I-think-I-know-everything phase, I want to thank you for helping with my homework and always pushing me to do better. I could honestly write a book about what I want to thank you for over my last twenty years of life but you would get tired of that. I don’t think you’ll ever know how thankful I am for you. My last and biggest thank you is for shaping me into the person I am today. Without your stubbornness, your gratitude, your helpfulness, your sometimes crazy personality, I would without a doubt not be the person writing this letter to you today. Thank you mom, momma, mother, momma bear. You are incredible. Wonderful. I’m am blessed, honored, to be your daughter. I love you always.
—  An open letter to moms on Mother’s Day [to my mom] // (m.a.b)

My mom’s friend and her daughter visited yesterday to drop some stuff off. I was chatting with the 38 year old daughter about her views on marriage. She’s not married and I thought she would have some valuable insights on what it’s like to be a woman in her position. Given how much importance our cultures give to marriage. And especially because I’m getting a lot of anons lately talking about being female and the pressures of marriage.

I wanted to educate myself about the female experience so I can come from a place of deeper understanding in the future.

The conversation touched on a lot of issues such as patriarchy, feminism and divorce, though the most interesting to me was that she had some upsetting personal experiences with men. She had met some in person and some online. Some were just looking for a woman to use for domestic chores or sexual pleasure, some were already married and some were just jerks.

She’s highly educated in gender equality and works to resolve gender inequities across North America. So her bar is quite high on how she wants her husband to treat her. She seemed disillusioned with the process of marriage and said no one out there exists that could be for her what she wants in a spouse. She said she was quite satisfied with where she is in life and accepts things as they are. But was only able to accept her situation when her younger sister got divorced. This confirmed to her that marriage should not be rushed and that it’s better to be never married and happy, than be divorced and miserable.

On the same token, she was considerably sad that she didn’t have kids because she believes she’d have been a good mom. She really brought the tears when she was talking about her parents passing away and the reality of being all alone in this world thereafter.

cchngkyuns  asked:

Hello!! I love your blog. I wonder... What about a RFA react to a MC having real bad menstrual pain? Sorry If it's too harsh ;; I experience it myself. I just can't sleep, I cry and struggle a lot bc I have cysts and I can't get a surgery atm ;;

Hey ! Could u do MC on her period and RFA+saeran(if u’d like to) what will they do and how would they react to her being super moody and stuff, thank u and have a great day ^ ^

dude I get godawful cramps too if I forget to take my birth control, I know exactly how you feel (I haven’t been diagnosed but my mom seems to think there’s a really good chance I have cysts too ;v; ) I hope you’re able to feel better soon friend! <3

Yoosung

  • Initially, PANIC
    • He’s sooooo worried to see you in such pain; he frets all over the place and practically jumps at any chance to do something for you to help you feel better
  • Once he’s used to it, though, it still upsets him to see you suffering like that but he’s gotten super good at coming up with nice ways to help you relax and take your mind off the pain
    • Boy spends half his monthly budget on you; chocolate, heating pads – he also researches online “best remedies for cramps” and buys pretty much anything those articles list
    • A common thing he’ll do is gather all the blankets in the house and have you buried in them with a cute movie on and a mug of hot chocolate. He’s right there under the covers with you for both moral support and heat, heheh
  • At first he’s shocked by your mood swings, but after a few times he recognizes that it’s just a part of the whole process. As long as you apologize for any injustices against him (snapping, yelling, etc), he’s able to handle things pretty well

Zen

  • On your bad days, Zen is practically your personal butler, at your beck and call no questions asked
    • Tries his best to make food for you from scratch because he wants to show you how much he cares! He tries recipes that include ingredients that supposedly help cramps
    • …but will be discreetly relieved if you say takeout is fine
  • He read online that exercise helps, so he urges you to work out with him or go for a walk/jog (idk about anyone else but exercise does legit work for me as unfortunate as that is lol)
  • Will give you really nice massages wherever you’re achy and it’s sooo good

Jaehee

  • Jaehee’s gotcha, my friend. She knows the drill
    • Although her cramps don’t seem to be quite as severe as yours… she offers her sympathies, for what they’re worth (THEY’RE WORTH A LOT, JAEHEE SHH)
    • That’s probably for the best tho since your guys’ periods start to sync up, and it would suck if you were both completely incapacitated
  • Mood swings? She understands those too, of course. Always ready with your favorite blend of tea or coffee and a sympathetic ear for when your mood drops
  • Continuing from synced periods, on days where both your cramps are bad you take the opportunity to snuggle under a big blanket and marathon Zen’s musicals, drifting in and out of sleep
    • If things get real bad for both of you and you happen to complain in the messenger, cUE ZEN HIMSELF BUSTIN’ DOWN YOUR DOOR WITH CARE PACKAGES and he stays till you’re both feeling better

Jumin

  • The first time he sees this whole thing he COMPLETELY PANICS
    • Boy thinks you’re legitimately dying and is ready to frickin call in a helicopter to airlift you to the hospital or something before you calm him down and explain that this is, while painful and inconvenient, completely normal
  • He is… very uninformed about periods. Like honestly I have a feeling he doesn’t even know what periods are before you come along
    • But of course he takes it upon himself to research the topic extensively (JUMIN NO JAEHEE DOES NOT NEED TO WRITE A REPORT ON IT FOR U DO IT URSELF)
    • By the end of it he knows more than you do oh god
  • On days you hurt especially bad, he’ll work from home so he can stay with you and comfort you any way you want. 
    • At first he tries to suggest a bunch of stuff that his money can buy or other people can do for you, but he’s stunned into silence when you tell him you’d just like to cuddle. He just hadn’t even considered that might help 
    • But then he happily obliges <3

Seven

  • Hates hates hates seeing you in pain, so he tries to get you to laugh even more than usual to get your mind off it
  • Adds a “heating pad” functionality to the robocat, where it’ll heat up and lay on your abdomen
    • “Seven you know I could have just bought a normal heating pad…”
    • “But MC, this one’s shaped like a CAT. And it’s free. And made from scratch with my love~”
    • …can’t argue with that lol
  • Takes your mood swings in stride; he’s prepared with an arsenal of bad jokes to diffuse crankiness (but is also 100% ready to offer serious comfort if your mood falls really low)

Saeran

  • Boy knows even less about periods than Jumin does lbh
  • He can’t empathize with it and certainly won’t pretend to, but he believes you when you describe the pain you’re in
    • He’s actually rather frustrated/angry because 
    • 1) why can’t he punch the thing that’s causing you pain and make it STOP 
    • 2) who the hell thought “you know what’d be good? making people with uterus’ bodies turn against them and cause them extreme pain once a month for absolutely no reason”
  • Goes and buys you your supplies without batting an eye, which you’re grateful for. If anyone gives him weird looks at the store he just gives them his Withering Glare™ and whaddya know nobody bothers him (god people are stupid he thinks)
  • He can relate to mood swings. But, at least at first, he’s not quite sure what to do about it
    • Slightly to his chagrin, he goes to ask Seven for advice in the beginning
    • When Seven’s advice is found to be utterly useless, Saeran eventually finds that actually just sitting and listening to you helps a lot
You’re My Superhero

Okay, I haven’t written in over two years. So please excuse how awkward and clunky this might be, but this little idea wouldn’t leave me alone.

This is basically just self-indulgent fluff between Geno and Uncle Asy within the Momma CQ ‘verse, because goodness knows that AU needs some more fluff in it. Loosely based off of this picture.

I have no idea how cannon this might be, and I really have no idea how to write Asy either, but this was just for fun anyway. You can read it here or on AO3.


MommaCQ © @alainaprana

Geno © @loverofpiggies

Asy © @furgemancs



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anonymous asked:

Prompt : inside-out shirt

#158

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She always has zero reception in the subway, so when she hustles out of the about-to-close doors and steps onto the platform, her phone vibrates with alerts.

Including a message from her mother, You on your way?

Ellery texts her mother from the top of the subway steps, finally in bright blue sky. Incoming, she thumbs out, hitting send on their family’s joke.

She texts Dashiell to let her brother know she’s on her way, and if they’ve timed it right, they’ll arrive together. She needs her brother’s back up on this one if she’s going to convince their mother. Mom never listens to her-

Okay. Well. Ellery might be wrong about that. Their relationship has always been a major battle of wills, clash of titans as Dad used to say, but if she’s being honest, lately Mom has been listening to her.

Actually listening.

Being back in New York really isn’t so bad. She’s tried to keep her expectations low when it comes to this new relationship with her mom, but it’s really been good. She’s beginning to think that all they needed was for Ellery to grow up.

She huffs at herself and turns right down the shortcut - she and Dash discovered it one summer, how they could slip into the underground garage here and go up the exit ramp and come out practically across from their own apartment building.

She does now, hurrying as she sees her parents’ windows high above, the top floor of the building. The doorman recognizes her now, opens the security door with a nod of his head and a smile. Eduardo has grandchildren now, Dad told her, and he lives on the first floor as a kind of building super, keeping up with maintenance. This guy - Robert - has two gold teeth and wears white gloves, as if her parents’ place is fancy.

As she steps onto the elevator, she realizes that it is. Maybe it’s growing up here, her child’s memories of the place, but the building is really nice. Has it always been so elegant and expensive in here? Or has Ellery spent so much time in falling-down dumps in LA that a little teak and chrome and regular maintenance wildly impress her?  

Strange how her childhood memories overlap on the real world of the present. Nothing fits quite the same, but it’s so familiar, so home, that she wonders if she wasn’t just oblivious in high school.

Probably.

She hears it as her mother’s voice in her head, dry and wry - and that raised eyebrow. Makes Ella feel like rolling her eyes in response and her mom’s not even here to see it.

The elevator opens on the short hall to her parents’ place, but she catches Dashiell loitering outside, texting on his phone like he was arrested halfway to the door.

“Dash?”

Her brother looks up. His face breaks out into a smile and he shoves his phone into his front pocket. “Ellie! You have your key? I can’t get in.”

“You don’t have yours?”

“I mean, I have it, somewhere. I think. Maybe Shan has it.”

Ellery rolls her eyes now, but she digs her key out of her back pocket, struck again by the familiarity in the gesture. She’s never changed her keychain either, so it’s still the I Heart NY metal bear that was such a popular tourist souvenir for so long. The action is so normal that inserting the key and opening the door happens automatically.

She’s turning back to Dashiell to comment about that - to see if he’s felt the same now that he and Shannon have a place of their own - but a noise has her stumbling to a halt.

Dash runs into her, the noise echoes strangely in the open floor plan of her parent’s apartment, and then the confusion gives way to a dawning, horrific realization.

It comes again. A shout this time, less moan to it.

From her parents’ bedroom through those open bookshelves for walls.

Dashiell turns wide round eyes on her.

Ella is speechless, her cheeks burning. The shout comes again and then her father’s voice saying something, just those low tones, and Ellery shoves on her brother.

“Go, go, go,” she hisses.

They run. But for some reason, they both run and hide under the stairs like they’re four and six all over again, hunched in and giggling and leaning into each other.

“Oh my God,” Dash gasps. “Oh my God. They’re-”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

“Ellery. Did we just-”

“No. No.”

“What are we supposed to do? Mom knew we were coming.”

“I texted her,” Elle hisses back. “I just texted her.”

“Text her again.”

“What?” she squeaks. “Right now? But-”

Another jumble of sounds comes to them from the back bedroom, and then it’s their mother’s voice, and she’s moaning, and they both jerk as if electrocuted, wide-eyed and breathing hard and hysteria rising.

“Was that Mom,” Dash chokes out.

Ellery grabs him by the arm and yanks him out from under the stairs, rushing towards the open door. She pushes him through and grabs the knob, almost slams the door before she catches it, closes it as softly as possible.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Dash moans, moving in a tight circle in the hallway. “We could hear them groan.”

“Oh, God. Dash. Shut up.”

Dash is slack-jawed, eyes so dark and wide. But then his lips twitch.

And hers twitch in response. Something like hilarity is replacing the hysteria.

Dash leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, good for them.”

Her mouth drops open but she can’t find words. Hysterical laughter is beginning to bubble up in her throat.

Dash grins. “I mean, I feel kind of lucky. Over twenty years I’ve been spared a sight like that. And well, I guess I still didn’t see anything, but damn. Mom’s moan at the end-”

“Oh, God, Dashiell, you really can’t. You cannot go there.”

“I guess Dad still has it.”

Dash.

“No, seriously, how many years did we all live in this same little loft, with those open bookshelves for walls, and we never walked in on them?”

“Stop talking about it!”

“You’re laughing.”

“I’m not laughing,” she shrieks, but oh God, she’s dying. She just overheard her parents having sex. Her parents still have sex. “What are we supposed to do now? I told her we were going to be here. We can’t just - do we go inside?”

“Text Mom again.”

Ellery digs her phone out of her back pocket and tries it again. Dash forgot his key, so I’m going to let him in. She shows Dash before she sends it, knowing that it sounds inane to say something like that - when has she ever had to clear it with her parents to let Dash in? - but not even Dash can come up with something better.

So she hits send and they pace the hallway, their eyes occasionally meeting and those desperate giggles bubbling up again.

Her phone buzzes in her hand and they both huddle together to look.

Text in reply from Mom, Okay, but Dad and I are both here. Or he can wait for you.

“What do we do?” Ellery whispers. Like her parents can hear them.

For a moment, they just stare at each other. And for some reason, she has never in her life felt closer to her brother than right now.

No one else can possibly know what it is to be Kate and Rick’s kids, to grow up in this family, this loft, this city, the experiences, the fun, the laughing, the stories, the problems - the issues.

No one else is her older brother. She is his only little sister, no matter how many of Allie’s little girls were raised under their roof with them.

It’s always been Ellery and Dashiell, Dash and Ella.

“You ‘unlock’ the door, and I’ll knock as we come in,” Dash says, nodding decisively. He strides ahead of her and comes to the door, giving it a lively rap of his knuckles. She fits the key into the still unlocked lock and before either of them can move, the door is being pulled open.

By their mother. “Hey, guys. There you are.”

Their mother… whose shirt is inside out.

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presumablynotcaptainamerica  asked:

boy im sweating nervously about these wyr's because they're all so difficult BUT let's have 13, 26, and 35!

Yessss thank you for sending some in! You’re the best!

Would You Rather:

13. Harry Potter vs Halloweentown

I’d actually never heard of Halloweentown until just now when I looked it up, so I’m gonna go with Harry Potter (yikes I love HP!) haha

26. Carve Pumpkins vs Make Pumpkin Pie

I don’t like pie (of any kind) so definitely carving pumpkins. Though recently I haven’t been too into that either. My mom’s really, really good at it, and I’m below mediocre, so I enjoy looking at hers, and watching her do it, than doing it myself. I used to be totally into it as a little kid though. One of the best pictures of me as a kid is me carving a pumpkin that’s the size of my whole body! 

35.  Whipped Cream on Hot Chocolate vs Marshmallows on Hot Chocolate

I only eat marshmallows when they’re on hot chocolate (I don’t even like S’mores), but whipped cream will always defeat all other competitors, in my not so humble opinion. 

Click here to send in an autumn wyr!

anonymous asked:

I love GAF AU! I was wondering if you were planning on showing Lexa coming out to Clarke and/or Raven?

lexa has been ranting about her father for the past five minutes and honestly, you are trying to pay attention to what she’s saying, because you’ve only known her four days but you already like her way more than, like, anyone you know — but her accent is thicker and lovely and her hands, moving quickly, are very, very beautiful. she’d gotten a haircut this morning, you’d been informed, although you would’ve noticed anyway, because her hair is far less wild now, smoother and in easy curls, and it’s beautiful — she’s beautiful — but you miss its slight messiness. you don’t think about the fact that you’re already committing to learn someone that well after four days, but whatever.

‘it just bothers me,’ she says, ‘because of the scissors. a terrible noise.’

you nod and tune back in completely because she does seem legitimately upset.

‘i thought,’ she continues, ‘that moving here, i would have to go less, but i’ve not even been at this school for a week and my father is already visiting.’

‘that sucks, i’m sorry, lex,’ you say, and she tilts her head a little, then her lips pull up in a soft smile that kind of makes you want to kiss her.

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We're having a baby part 3

“Good morning angel” I say quietly as I peer over the cot at 6am and jasmine instantly stops crying

I gently lift her out making sure to support her head so it doesn’t roll back

“Someone’s stinky today” I giggle, laying her on her changing mat

She looks at me intently as she sticks her hands in her mouth

I smile down as I undo the buttons of her baby grow so I can change her diaper

“God jasmine” I cringe at the smell as I remove the dirty diaper “how can that come from your tiny little body” I speak mostly to myself as I clean her up and put a fresh diaper

“I think daddy can take your next diaper change” I chuckle as I change her red baby grow into a clean pink and white one with some white mittens

“You know daddy can hear you” I hear toms voice come through the baby monitor next to me and can’t help but laugh

“Let go see daddy princess” I say cradling jasmine in my arms and walking back to our bedroom not before throwing away her dirty diaper

“Morning darling” toms yawns as we walk in and he reaches for jasmine

I sit down next to him on the bed as he lays Jasmine against his bent legs facing us

“She might get a little grouchy she’s due her feed” I say as he plays peek a boo with her

“Uh oh, where did Jasmine go” I say as tom covers her face with her hands

“There she is!” I say excitedly once he removes her hands She opens her mouth as if she were to be smiling

“Oh no is she gone again” I say sadly “there she is!” We continue playing this until she starts to cry minutes later as she’s hungry

Tom hands her over to me as I cradle her and pull down my top she instantly latches on, I gently pat her bum as her hand reaches up and plays with my T necklace. I smile down at her before turning my head and seeing tom looking over in awe.

“So what’s the plan for today babe?” I ask knowing his parents and sister along with his niece were flying over to meet Jasmine

“Well my family should be landing at around lunch time and they said they’d come around 3 and leave after dinner” he says as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and I lean into his chest, careful not to move Jasmine as she’s feeding.

“What shall I make for dinner” I say yawning due to being up at oddly hours of the night with Jasmine

“Don’t worry about that love I’ll take care of it alright” he says placing a gentle kiss on my head as I feel Jasmine stop feeding

I look down and see she’s fallen asleep, I chuckle and fix my top.

“Do you want to burp her babe?” I ask knowing he likes to be involved some way during the feeding process

He nods and takes her off me gently placing her on his shoulder as he rubs her back. Eventually she lets out a large burp to which me and tom chuckle at.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, you alright staying with her?” I wonder as I get my things for the shower

“We will be fine darling” he says from his place in the bed as Jasmine contently sleeps in his arms

I nod and go into the shower and get ready for the long day ahead of us.

There’s an hour till toms family get here and to say I am exhausted is an understatement, Jasmine is in the travel cot in the living room taking another one of her many naps as I’m sat on the couch with tom watching reruns of friends and trying so hard not to accidentally fall asleep

“Come here darling” tom says patting his lap for me to sit on

I climb onto his lap and lay my head on his chest as he plays with my hair.

“Mmm babe don’t do that” I mumble “it’ll make me sleep”

“Then sleep darling” he smiles “you’re tired, you’ve hardly had any sleep, you’re allowed to take naps” he says still playing with my hair

“But your family” I groan

“I’ll wake you” he compromises

I nod and allow myself to drift off to sleep in his arms

I wake up to the sound of laughter as I open my eyes and look around to see that I’m in my room. Tom must’ve carried me here.

I roll out of bed and brush my hair to make myself look more presentable as I walk down stairs.

“Auntie Taylor” I’m first greeted by the little arms of toms niece around my legs

“Hiya Ellie, look at you you’re so grown up” I say ruffling her hair as she giggles

“Come to the kitchen mummy’s here too and nana” she says pulling me towards the kitchen

“Alight alright I’m coming” I laugh and allow her to drag me there

“Well good morning sleeping beauty” tom greets me with a gentle peck on the lips as I blush “morning”

“How long have you guys been here, I’m so sorry I dozed off earlier” I apologize

“Nonsense Taylor and just a little over 30 minutes” toms mum says greeting me in a warm hug

I smile and turn around to see Jasmine happily in Sarah’s arms
“Well then jazzy I see you’ve met auntie Sarah” I smile as I give Sarah a side hug.

“I thought you were going to wake me” I say to tom as I wrap my arms around his torso and burry my head in his chest

“You were tired darling, you needed to rest” he says placing a gently kiss on my head as his hands wrap around the small of my back

I nod and pull away from the hug

“What are you making for dinner babe?” I ask as I lean back against the counter

“I was thinking fish fingers for Ellie and then salmon for us?” He questions and I nod

I notice Jasmine get fussy in Sarah’s arms as I push myself off the counter and take my baby girl from her. Jasmine instantly calms down and nuzzles her face in my neck. Her little hand wrapped around my necklace just as she did earlier.

“Awh jazzy did you just want a cuddle” I say rubbing her back as I sway side to side

I instantly get a dirty diaper smell come to my nose

“Daddy, someone has a dirty diaper and I think it’s your turn to change her” I smirk handing her over to tom who takes her upstairs to change with no questions asked

“So how’s mother hood treating you” toms sister asks

“Oh it’s only been 4 days but it’s been amazing, exhausting but amazing” I smile

As I get some pans out to start preparing dinner.

“Babe” I hear toms voice come through the baby monitor that was clipped onto the waist band of my jeans

“Mhmm” I respond so he knows I’m listening

“Do you want me to bath her and you make dinner or shall I make dinner and you bath her” he asks making me smile

“I’ll bath her” I say wiping my hands on a table cloth that was resting on the counter

“I’ll be down in a bit mom duty is calling” I laugh as I walk upstairs as tom hands me a naked Jasmine and heads down to start dinner.

I turn off the baby monitor knowing tom has one and I don’t need him hearing my conversation with our daughter

“Well at least he change your diaper huh jazz” I laugh as she cuddles into me and I start the water filling up the bath

I grab her blanket and wrap it around her naked body so she doesn’t get cold as I pace up and down the bathroom waiting for the bath to fill.

Once the baths filled and at the right temperature I gently place Jasmine into her little bath seat as I still keep an arm around her to keep her from slipping

I gently wash her with a princess sponge as her blue eyes look directly into mine

“Do you like the water baby” I coo as she lets out a small piercing scream as if she were to be laughing

I chuckle and finish washing her as I lift her out of the bath and wrap her into her pink fluffy towel before carrying her to our bedroom where I lay her down to dress her.

I dry her off and put on a clean diaper and a pale yellow baby grow that has matching mittens.

“Well don’t you look gorgeous baby girl” I smile as I lift her into my arms and head back down stairs.

“I’m just gonna feed her in the living room alright babe” I say poking my head into the kitchen to see him cooking with the help of Ellie

“Alright love” he says turning his head and smiling at me

I walk into the living room and sit on the couch next to toms mom and sister

I cradle Jasmine in my arms and grab her white blanket that I put over my shoulder, I move my top and she instantly latches on as I make sure the blankets covering me in case Ellie decides to wonder in

“How’s breast feeding going for you” Diana toms mom asks

“Oh, it’s been really good she had no trouble really, she just instantly latches on” I smile as I gently pat Jasmine’s bum as her little fingers wrap around my necklace

I talk with toms mom and sister until I feel Jasmine stop sucking

I look down to see once again she’s fallen asleep, I fix my top before lifting her against my shoulder and rubbing her back waiting for her to burp, eventually she lets out a little burp and I smile kissing the side of her head.

“I’ll be down in a minute I’m just going to put her to bed” I smile standing up and waking up stairs

I gently place Jasmine in her crib and bring her blanket up over her, I switch on her night light and make sure the baby monitor is on before leaving the room and walking back downstairs right in time for dinner to be ready.

“Jasmine went down okay?” Tom asks as I take my seat next to him

I nod and smile before we all dig into our food

“Auntie Taylor” Ellie speaks up

“Yeah el” I answer looking at her across the table

“can we watch a film after dinner” she asks sweetly

“Sure we can” I smile as I continue to eat and I feel toms hand rest on my thigh, I smile and lace our finger together

Once were all done I stand up and collect all the plates as I begin to empty any left overs into the bin and placing them into the dishwasher

“Hey el why don’t you go tell your uncle tom to show you the DVDs we have and you can choose one” I say turning my head to look at her

She nods and leaves to find her uncle

Once I’m done with the dishes I go into the living room and join everyone on the couch, as the begging of finding dory pops up on my screen and I smile as Ellie wiggles her way in between tom and I

Halfway through the film Ellie decided to climb onto my lap and cuddle into my chest, I smile at her and wrap my arms around the six year old. Soon after that she’s fast asleep

The film finishes as Sarah gets up and lifts Ellie out of my arms and places her on her hip as Ellie cuddles into her shoulder still asleep. I chuckle and stretch out

“Well we should get going now thanks for having us over, Jasmine is absolutely gorgeous” Diana says as she comes over to hug me.

She then hugs tom as we exchange goodbyes with Sarah and they leave.

“It’s been such a long day” I groan as I wrap my arms around toms neck and nuzzle into him

“I know baby, why don’t you head upstairs to bed and I’ll clean up here, check on Jazz and join you after” he smiles pecking my lips

I nod and climb up the stairs, cuddling under the sheets. As soon as my head hits the pillow I’m out like a light.


I think for the next part I’ll probably do a time jump to Jasmine being 1 already, please let me know if you’d like that or if I should do more parts with Jasmine being a baby