this lucky little girl

Keith: (slowly and a little too loud) Hey, It’s me Keith. I am your fa-ther. We are bonding? Yes?

Lance: Keith, no. Just no. You know, she can’t talk, right? Try again. Just talk to her, like a normal person and not, I don’t know, like you are a robot who works with the elderly, maybe? 

Keith: Hi, I’m your dad.

Lance: Better.

Keith: Well, one of your dads. You have two dads. Your other dad, Lance, he is going to be a great dad. You’re a lucky little girl. Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing, but I’ll love you. I love you now, more than I thought I could ever love someone I just met. And I promise I will always protect you. In fact, I’d slaughter-

Lance: Uh, I’m gonna stop you there, Keith. Up until the slaughtering, you were doing great. Can I have our baby back, now? 

(Lance looks like a man who regrets his life choices and it cracks me up. He doesn’t. Just the fact that Keith really has no clue about babies is dawning on him.)

Fave Characters Sheet

Courage the Cowardly Dog
Sandy Cheeks
Mike the Mouse
Alice the Angel
Danny Phantom
Daffy Duck
Bill Cipher
Princess Daisy
Flame Princess

Brian Griffin
Lisa Simpson
Oswald the Lucky Rabbit
Perry the Platypus
Lord Dominator
Cosmo the Seedrian
Panda Bear
Wakko Warner


Hmmm… Sorry Dark Magician Girl… The magician space is full, you’ve gotta go to the asshole corner 😂


Happy 2nd Birthday Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana of Cambridge (b.May 2,2015) 

“It’s very special having a new little girl in the family. We’re very, very lucky that George has got a little sister. The Queen - she was really thrilled that it was a little girl. And I think as soon as we came back to Kensington, she was one of our first visitors. I think she’s very fond of Charlotte. Always watching what she’s up to.”


❤ A list of all the cute pet names that RFA, V, and Saeran call u (mc) in game. Bc I’m crazy and would note them down as I replayed through each route, over and over… Please let me know if I missed any~ ❤ ❤ ❤


💙Unexpected miracle from heaven
💙A brilliant Jewel
💙Savior of my life
💙jagiya (can mean honey or babe)


❤️606 (indirectly, through a question)
❤️Girl who gave me a star
❤️ A N G E L
❤️My earthling
❤️My gorgeous babe
❤️My angel and savior
❤️Princess of RFA
❤️My disciple
❤️The pretty lady
❤️Goddess of luck
❤️The beauty
❤️babe (as a joke)
❤️a saint
❤️the lady of the hour
❤️number one person of the year


💜Sleeping beauty
💜Most precious treasure
💜My love
💜My beautiful soul
💜Young lady
💜My precious princess
💜my Angel
💜My baby lamb
💜A breath of fresh air
💜A precious lady
💜Good girl


💚My queen (in a question)
💚(Like) candy
💚My precious one
💚My love
💚my precious girl


🖤Our associations star
🖤My baby lamb
🖤RFA’s Fairy
🖤My sun, moon, stars
🖤My Lucky angel
🖤Little lady
🖤Pretty girl
🖤RFA’s angel
🖤My baby
🖤The cute one
🖤my Lady
🖤Cute lady
🖤beautiful flower
🖤the butterfly of our organization
🖤goddess of victory


💝my princess
💝my first and last love
💝my special guest
💝my love
💝toy candidate 1

doesn’t have any bc I really can’t remember her ever calling you by a pet name, I only remember that she often compliments you and, in her route, refers to mc as “the most important one to me”

{I make everything super complicated so this probably sucks rip}


-he’d come home after a gruelling day of work, stress filling him to the complete brim- 

“Jagi, I’m home.”
“Babe?” *he’d call out just before walking into the living room, but as soon as he did he’s stress would automatically dissipate at the sight of you and y’all’s little princess laying together, cuddled up- completely knocked out*

*a soft smile would spread across his face as he goes over to the two of you, planting gently kisses on both of your foreheads*
“My sweet angels.~”

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins


-he’d finally come home after being in China for a week- 

“Babe, y/s/n- Daddy’s home!~” *he’d exclaim as he walked through the house, just as he was about to speak once more his voice immediately trailed off as he spotted the two of you, laying on the floor- asleep with toys sprawled out everywhere* 
“Aishh, my cuties..” *walks over to the two of you, lightly running his hands through y’all’s son’s hair, completely adoring the sight* “You must’ve really tired your mom out today, huh?” “Don’t worry Jagi, just sleep- I’ll clean everything up.” 

Originally posted by ashirley246


-during his lunch break he’d come home just to check up on you and y’all’s baby girl; usually, the house was always loud and extremely lively, but today he was greeted with nothing but silence- 

“Babe? y/d/n?” *he’d sweetly call out, growing semi-worried when he still received no replied, but as soon as he entered the living room- a bright dorky smile painted across his face* 
“Oh my gosh… my sleepy babies.” *he’d cooed as he’d walk over to the two of you clinging to one another as you slept on the recliner; he’d gently pepper kisses all over both of your faces, smiling the entire time* 

Originally posted by youngjai


-coming home after taking care of a ton of things at the studio, he hoped to be greeted by the tons of hugs and kiss you and y’all’s daughter always bombarded him with- 

*as he was greeted with nothing but the sound of cartoons and silence, he walked through the living room just to see legos leading to the bedroom* 
“Jagi?” *he softly called out, sighing in relief as soon as he saw both you and y’all’s little girl curled up together underneath the blankets- making his way over to y’all, he sat on the edge of the bed* 
“My sweet girls..” “The two of you must’ve had a busy day together..” *tucks you both in then kisses the tops of your heads* “Sweet dreams, my little loves.” 

Originally posted by toinfinityannnndbeyond


-as him and Yugyeom walk into the nearly silent apartment, they’d be joking around talking their head off not aware that you and y’all’s little boy were sound asleep in the living room- 

*just as Yugyeom was about to say something, Bambam made his way into the living room; gasping as he smiled at his friend like a dork before running over to the two of you, cuddled up on the couch* 
“Look at how cute they are, Yugyeom-ah!” *rushing over to the two of you, crouching down in front of y’all*  “My gorgeous wife and our perfect little boy, they’re so asleep- god I’m so glad we didn’t wake them up.” 

Originally posted by chattyang


-as he walked into the house after a vicious day of practising, he wanted nothing more than to just see the two of you; the love of his life and his little prince- 

“Babe, y/s/n- I’m home.” *he’d huff at the lack of a response but as he walking into the living room he was greeted by the sight of y’all’s son, laying in your arms; one of his books open on your lap, and the two of you dead asleep* 
“God y’all are so freaking precious..” *he’d walk over to the closet, pull out a blanket and drape it over you two, kissing y’all’s cheeks after* “I love you both so much, sleep well.” 

Originally posted by nguyentuti


-after having to go back and forth from meetings and practice, he just wanted to go home and sleep- 

*walking into a silent house, he sighed in semi-relief but still couldn’t help to wonder what you and y/d/n were up to* 
“Baby..?” *he softly called to you, as he saw the light in y’all’s bedroom on- as soon as he entered, he tiredly grinned the moment he say you and y’all’s little girl fast asleep; being as exhausted as he was he couldn’t help but to join y’all* 
“I’m so lucky…” *combing his fingers through his little girls hair as stared at the two of you in adoration* “Goodnight my girls.” 

Originally posted by curlstae


personally, I don’t see them as the OTP that will eventually have a child. It’s not outside of the realm of possibility, yes, but for me I don’t see that as end game for them.

That being said, it’s not bad to imagine…

In her very long life, she had seen many, many things. She’s seen monarchs fall, castles erode, villains love, heroes stumble, and magic overflow. She’s seen stars collide, streak across the night sky. She’s seen the sun turn red with spilt blood, the sky grey with mourning. She’s seen children, used and abandoned, grow strong of their own volition. At this point, she was sure that she has seen everything, and despite herself, she was sure that nothing could ever surprise her anymore.

But again, she finds herself always pleasantly surprised.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Harry so scared.”

She looks at her daughter, at her sterile white apron, and she smiles.

“Where is he?” she asks. Jane pointed to a corner where Harry is standing, sitting, then pacing around, fingers running through his hair, trusty hook catching on the leather folds of his coat. He looks a frazzled mess, like any expectant father should, but observing him now, she could see exactly what Jane meant by scared.

When she makes her way to him, he glances up at her with unfocused eyes.

“She’s doing pretty well.” She reports. Harry breathes out a heavy sigh, laced with pure anxiety and just like a puppet whose strings have been cut, he slumps back in his seat, exhaustion written all over his face.

She takes the empty chair next to him.

“Me mum died, you know.”

It’s a quiet admission, so soft she, for a moment, thinks she imagined it. But she looks at him and sees his baby blue eyes cast toward the ground, electric and a little wet and she doesn’t take his hand, but she puts one on his shoulder.

“Father went fuckin’ nuts after.” he continues, barely above a whisper. His grip on his hook tightens, knuckles sickly white. “He drank every day ‘til he couldn’t see straight. Never bothered with the babe. Some wench on my father’s crew had to be the one to take care of her– named her CJ, even. I couldn’t–” He hissed, a sharp intake of breath. “I couldn’t even look at 'er.”

She squeezes his shoulder. “That was so long ago.”

Harry laughs, bitter and sharp. “Not to me.”

They settle into silence once more, heavy and suffocating. She sits with him throughout, hand on his shoulder, eyes trained to the same spot on the floor. Beneath her touch, she can feel the faintest of trembles.

It’s awhile before he speaks.

“We never… We never thought we’d get this far.” He says, looking up to the ceiling as his hands go slack, the hook now dangling haphazardly from his fingers. “On the isle, people didn’t get hitched. No one got attached. They could be used against ya. I knew a lass– one of Ursula’s grubby cooks, she was– she and her brood were the happiest to ever live in that wretched place. One day, she came home, as you do, after a day scavenging fer food, and her da–”

He stops, and scrubs a hand, roughly, against the stubble that grows on the cut of his jaw.

“Her da and her mum and her little brothers– all of them, offed by those goblins that run around. They used hatchets. There were guts everywhere.”

She winces. But her hand stays on his shoulder.

“Uma and I– we were thirteen when that happened. We never talked about it, outright. But…” Here, he looks up and meets her eyes. “It stuck.”

She doesn’t reply– she holds his gaze, instead. It’s been so long since she’d last seen Harry Hook roam the halls of Auradon prep. The man sitting before her now is a certified first mate of the kingdom’s largest navy fleet. But underneath the sterile, fluorescent lights, hunched over and scared and hurting and frightened, the man before her looks less like a man, and more like the boy he was never allowed to be.

She wants to embrace him. She stops herself.

“You’re not on the Isle, anymore.” She says.

Harry shakes his head. “It doesn’t make any difference.” He insists, turning away to look at the curtain that separates him from his sleeping captain. “Godmother, the fear I felt there everyday is the fear I feel now. The grief. The pain. I feel it.” He hisses again, low and long. Then, he jabs his own chest with his thumb. Once. Twice. “Here. Right here.

"And I thought– I thought after we got out… I thought maybe it’d all go away.”

There’s a bitter laugh in his voice, swift and heavy, like the breath had been knocked out of him with a painful kick to the stomach. She gives his shoulder another squeeze.

As if prompted, he looks back at her and tries to smile.

“I might fuck up with this kid.” He says, voice wavering. “Fair warning.”

She can’t help it. She laughs.

“Love is…” She starts, thinking for a moment. “How do you youngsters say it?”

“Fuckin’ bonkers?”


Harry blinks. Then, with a small nod, says; “Aye. Something like that.”


They look up at Jane, who has her head poking out of the sterile curtains separating them from Uma.

“Mom, it’s starting.”

A thrill runs through her, jolting her hand off Harry’s shoulder. Still, she keeps her composure and nods. “Give us a minute.”

When she disappears behind the curtain again, she turns back to her charge.

“You look sea sick.” She says, gently.

Harry swallows, thick. “What do I do?”

Fairy Godmother has seen many things in her long, long life– fear, pain, sorrow, the dawn and the happiness it brings. All of these, she sees now, swimming in Harry’s baby blue eyes, wide with trepidation, haunted with memories of places too terrible to name.

And love. So much love she thinks he could drown in it.

(He already has.)

She reaches for his shoulder. Squeezes it once more.

“Well,” she grins. “I think you know.”

A few hours later, the room is quiet, save for the steady beeps of the monitor in the corner and the baby…

The baby is a girl, swaddled in thick fleece blankets, dwarfed in Harry’s arms.

“Malia.” Uma breathes, tired but happy and full of awe.

Harry strokes the child’s cheek, gentle and reverent. He kisses Uma’s forehead.

“You did it, love.” He whispers, so soft, no one else hears. “Malia. Our little lass.”

But Fairy Godmother does, the words echoing with so much affection in the caverns of her ears. Harry smiles down at the babe, who yawns, and in the deepest parts of her soul she knows that he would not withhold any part of himself from his precious child.

She leaves the new parents be, slipping out of the room and walking down the hall with a spring in her step.

She has seen many things. But she never, ever gets tired of seeing a heart welcome another into its arms.

It’s A ... |Conor Maynard|

Summary -  Can you do one where y/n is pregnant and can’t sleep coz of backache and wakes Conor up in the night in pain? Can you do an imagine were Conor and y/n find out that they are expecting a baby - they tell the boys / all the boys then start betting on the sex of the baby?

Word Count - 1,487

Warnings - N/A

A/N - I had two requests to do with Y/N being pregnant that both included Conor so I made them both into one!

Turning onto your left side, you let out a deep sigh as you pulled the duvet up to your chin and nuzzled into the pillow that was under your head.

You were trying to sleep, but the dull ache in your back was making that impossible. But you knew the pain would be worth it when you welcomed the little life into world in 4 months time. Though you and Conor were the only ones that actually knew you were carrying a tiny life inside of you. You thought Conor would have told his friends by now, but he had managed to keep it a secret for now.

You both wanted to do things right. So you decided to wait until you were five months gone before you told anyone, and since your five month mark was yesterday, you were fine to tell all of the boys, and Conor’s brother. You and Conor didn’t really feel ready to tell anyone yet.

Turning onto your back once again, you slid your hand under the duvet and onto your small bump that was just about showing. You had hidden it quite well by wearing Conor’s hoodies and jumpers. The boys didn’t think anything of it as you normally stole Conor’s clothes, but of course he didn’t mind.

A grumble from your right side disrupted your thoughts as you turned your head and smiled at Conor, who returned the smile but very sleepily.

“Can you not sleep?” Conor asked, stretching his arms above his head.

“Not really, my back is aching.” You shrugged, running your left hand through your hair.

“Hurting?” Conor asked, with a concerned look on his face. You smiled at how protective and caring he had been since you told him you were pregnant.

“No, just like a twitch in my back.” You sighed, resting the palm of your hand on your back and starting to rub it gently.

“Come here and sit infront of me.” Conor chuckled as he sat up, switching the light on that was perched on the bedside table next to him.

Smiling to yourself, you moved infront of Conor as he pulled his knees up and you sat yourself in between them.

Conor’s hands moved up the back of your shirt, well it was Conor’s shirt, and he started massaging your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck.

“I love you, you know that?” Conor mumbled, gently planting a few kisses along your jaw line as shivers shot down your spine. Conor must have felt the goose bumps under his touch because you felt him smirk against your neck.

“I love you too.” You chuckled, leaning your back against his chest as one of Conor’s hands moved around to your bump as the tension started to fade away from your chest.

After a few minutes, both of Conor’s hands were on your bump and he softly kissed your neck a few times.

“Feel better?” Conor asked, stroking your hair gently as you nodded.

“A lot better, thank you.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him, cross legged.

That sleepy smile that you loved was still plastered on Conor’s face as his eyes sparkled slightly in the dim glow of the lamp on the bedside table.

“Can we go back to sleep?” Conor chuckled, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

Nodding in response, you lay back down on the bed and pulled the duvet over yourself again as Conor switched off the bedside lamp.

You felt Conor’s arms wrap around your waist as you turned onto your side again.

“I think we should tell the boys tomorrow, because I’ve got something planned.” Conor told you. Even though it was dark, you could hear him grinning.

“What have you got planned?” You asked, chuckling slightly. God knows what Conor had planned, but whatever it was you knew he wouldn’t tell you.

“You’ll see.” Conor chuckled, kissing your cheek before resting his head on his pillow again and he fell asleep in seconds.

Rolling your eyes in the darkness, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wondering what Conor could possibly have planned that involved telling the boys and Jack.


The next morning, you were joined in the living room by 6 loud guys who were all asking the same question.

“Where’s Conor then?” Jack groaned impatiently.

“How should I know?” you chuckled, sitting on the sofa next to Joe.

You weren’t lying, you had no idea where Conor was, or when he was coming back.

“He left at 7 this morning, haven’t heard or seen him since.” You told the others, taking a sip of water from the bottle you were holding.

“Have you tried calling him?” Caspar asked, looking up from his phone.

“No Caspar, I never thought of that.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. You knew Caspar was only trying to be helpful but sometimes it just didn’t pay off.

As if on queue, Conor stepped through the door a few minutes later, holding a box in his arms.

“You all made it!” He grinned excitedly, placing the box on the coffee table infront of himself.

Everyone, you included, looked at the box with a confused expression on your face.

“We’ve got something to tell you guys.” Conor smiled, sliding his jacket off and putting it on the arm of the sofa before offering you his hand.

Still with the confused expression on your face, you stood up and placed your hand in his, making sure his hoodie that you were currently wearing covered your bump.

“You’re engaged?” Jack asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows against his knees.

“No, we-” Conor started.

“You’re pregnant?” Joe laughed, as you and Conor fell silent and looked at the boys as they stared back at you.

“You’re pregnant?” Jack repeated, standing up and his eyes dropped to your stomach.

You nodded slightly as Conor’s grip tightened on your hand.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be an uncle!” Jack grinned, hugging Conor before picking you up off the floor and hugging you tightly.

“I didn’t think you had it in you!” Joe laughed, nudging Conor in the ribs gently with his elbow.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled as he hugged all of the boys, and they all hugged you as well.

“How did we not see the bloody bump?!” Caspar laughed, as you lifted your hoodie up slightly.

“Clearly I hid it well.” You chuckled, looking down at your bump.

“You’re barely showing though. Are you sure you’re pregnant?” Oli laughed.

“So what are you having?” Jack asked excitedly, having the same sparkle in his eyes that Conor had when he was happy.

“I bet it’s a boy!” Mikey piped up, smiling at you both.

“Girl!” Caspar shouted.

“No, it’s definitely a boy!” Josh butted in, chuckling.

“I actually hope it’s a boy!” Oli grinned.

“It’s a girl, promise!” Joe grinned, eyeing the plain white box suspiciously.

“We don’t actually know yet.” You told them, finding it very cute at how excited all of the boys were.

“Well, actually.” Conor chuckled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as you looked at him confused.

“I went to the hospital this morning and picked up the results, went to a place in town and they made a box to reveal the sex of the baby.” Conor told all of you.

“I thought it would be a bit more exciting this way.” Conor shrugged, looking at you shyly.

A grin spread across your face as you looked at Conor and kissed his cheek.

“Open it! I wanna know if I’m having a niece or nephew!” Jack shouted excitedly.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled, taking another smaller box out of the white one, which was splattered with flecks of pink and blue paint.

Butterflies instantly started flying around your stomach as you noticed the writing on the side of the box.

‘He or she? What will baby Maynard be?’


The sight of those words made your heart swell as the boys started shouting excitedly.

“Conor! Open the bloody box!” Joe laughed as Caspar started jumping up and down on the spot.

“You do it.” Conor grinned, rubbing your back gently.

Reaching over, you broke the seal on the box and out floated a large …

Pink balloon.

“It’s a girl!” You grinned excitedly, tears brimming your eyes as the boys all jumped on you and Conor, giving you both hugs once again.

“Our little girl!” Conor smiled happily, resting his hands on your bump as you felt her kick against his hand.

“Our little girl.” You smiled back, leaning your forehead against Conor’s as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You turned back to the boys, who were still bouncing around excitedly.

Your little girl was going to be incredibly lucky to have these idiots around all the time.

Creepypasta #1099: My Late Nana Loved Telling The Story Of How Her Father Saved Their Village From Monsters

Length: Medium

Nana used to tell me stories when I was little. I stayed with her during the day while my parents were at work, all the way up until I went to kindergarten. I would sit at her kitchen table, happily munching away on a braunschweiger sandwich, kicking my legs that couldn’t touch the floor yet and beg her for more stories, more stories, more stories.

She had so many, but she had one in particular she told more than the others. I don’t know if it was her favorite, or mine, or both. It may have been my favorite because I could tell it was hers.


Many little girls don’t know how lucky they are. Never fall victim to that way of thinking, little sparrow. I knew how lucky I was. I had my Papa.

My Papa was a good man, a strong man. My Papa was a hero, and not just in the way that a lot of daughters think their fathers are. He was a real hero.

You see, little sparrow, before I came to America, I lived in a village. It had once been small but slowly grew to a bustling, thriving place full of life and magic. I can still remember the lovely buildings, the flow of people in the streets, the pretty storefronts with their shiny glass windows. It was a beautiful place and I knew how lucky I was to live there with my Papa because my Papa protected us.

Not just my mother and I, he protected the whole village. He was a hero, as I said. Even though I loved our home, it was not always a safe place.

You see, in our village, there were monsters.

Now I don’t want to scare you, little sparrow, but do not believe the people who tell you monsters aren’t real. Monsters are very real, they are alive and well, and they often hide in plain sight.

That’s what made my Papa a hero. He could spot these monsters, find them lurking beneath their disguises of pink human skin. They seemed good enough, normal enough, but he knew how to identify them and he taught me too.

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nickie-amore  asked:

From the 200 prompts list can I request 49 & 60 with Finn Balor please.

“Let’s have a baby”, “You’d be a great dad”

The two of you were only a month shy of your six year anniversary. You had been through so much together. You watched him go from different promotions back in Ireland to the main roster on Monday Night RAW. Besides his parents, no one else was as proud of Finn as you were.

The two of you were in another random city in the US that was hosting a PPV. Finn had a special event before the big event. A special meet and greet at the children’s hospital with sick children. The two of you were even an hour early. Finn loved giving his time to the children who needed cheering up. It always made you giddy to see Finn either holding a baby or a kid hoisted on his hip to flex his arm with the little one.

“Mr. Balor, right this way” One of the nurses led us into a room, smiling as a litter of children sat in chairs or on the floor. An eruption of small screams made you giggle. You saw how big he was smiling. You couldn’t wait til you bared his children.

“Do your entrance!!” A little boy yelled, clapping his hands even as it held Finn’s action figure. Finn pulled out his phone, putting on his song. The children bounced around in joy waiting for the build up of the song.

Finn couldn’t stop smiling even as he got into his stance and threw his arms up into the air. Once. Twice. An abundance of claps and cheers came as he finished. You stood off to the side, admiring the man entertaining his audience.

“Is he your boyfriend?” A little girl, maybe 7 walked up to your side, tugging on the end of your flower sundress.

“Hi sweetie” You smiled bending down to meet her eyes. “Would you be mad at me if I said yes?”

She giggled, shaking her head. “He’s very cute!” She turned to look at him, then back to you. “Do you think he’s cute?” Her wide eyes made you smile even more.

“He’s the cutest” Your eyes moved to watch him pick up a little boy who was crying from being so excited. He was so good at soothing a child whose excitement was too much.

“He’s lucky” The little girl nodded, patting the top of your shoulder. “You are so pretty” She reached up to cup your cheek, giggling even more. “He’s gonna marry you someday!!” She ran off to go over to him.

“I sure hope so” You whispered to yourself, leaning against the wall. You could see how happy he was. He could beat John Cena’s record if he was given the chance. He loved being around kids. All kinds of kids.

He took countless pictures and signed what seemed like endless photos of himself. He was so outgoing and social when he was in his professional state of mind. He was quite shy and reserved behind the scenes. It was one of the many traits of the man that captured your heart.

The time flew by and you could tell Finn was reluctant to leave. He had two young twin boys on each thigh, sitting happily as he read them a comic they picked out. His animated voice reading over the actions made your heart flutter.

He rubbed the boy’s backs before the hopped off. His eyes immediately found yours, ‘I love you, sweetie’. If it was possible your eyes would morph into the heart eyes emoji. ‘I love you too, handsome’. He winked, giving his attention back to the kids who wanted him to join in a game of twister.

“Alright, kids! It’s time for Finn to leave” a prompt drone of nooo flooded the room like their cheers earlier. Finn frowned as well, waving his hand goodbye. His arm found your waist, hugging you to his side.

“You’d be a great dad” You looked into his eyes, walking with him out of the hospital.

“I can’t wait til I put a bun in that oven” He smiled, rubbing a hand over your stomach. “Ya will look so perfect with a pregnant belly” He kissed your cheek, opening the door for you as you arrived at the car.

Settling into your seat, buckling in you couldn’t stop smiling. This was a hectic day but gave you a look into your future. You were drifted off into your thoughts until Finn’s voice interrupted you.

“Let’s have a baby” He was at a stop light his hand extending over to take yours into his, squeezing it firmly. “I know right now would be crazy, but those kids? I feel sorta empty when I leave”

“Baby…” Your eyes welled up, overcome by the emotion of your future cementing a permanent path. “You look so good with those twins on your lap”

“Let’s start to try, ok?” He kissed over your knuckles, one by one. “I want ya to have my babies”