wonder mommy!


When Alma was around two, I was really anxious about how to travel with a child, moving her from one country to the other, all the different languages. It was my husband who told me: “Gal, think about what kind of a role model you want to be. If you want to show Alma that she can follow her dreams, that’s what you should do, and we will figure out the logistics.

tag yourself i’m freddie outside in november with no socks shoes or pants on in the rain while wonderful mommy briana is bundled up in her coat with her face covered

Official art suggests the TV show wanted to be Judeau and his Wacky Friends at one point.

  • Little boy on the street: Is Wonder Woman stronger than Spider-Man?
  • His dad: Yes.
  • Boy: Is Wonder Woman stronger than Thor?
  • Dad: Yes. Well, I don’t know. Maybe.
  • Boy: Is Wonder Woman stronger than you?
  • Dad: Yes.
  • Boy: Is Wonder Woman stronger than Mommy?
  • Dad: You will have you ask Mommy.
  • Five year old me: "Mommy, Wonder Woman is my favorite. Because she is a girl and her costume makes sense and she has a lasso."
  • Mom then: "That's right! And she can twirl to change her clothes. Very useful."
  • Mom today: *applause and cheering as Diana runs out into battle*

Defining Love

“Love is when daddy lets mommy have the last Veela pastie even tough they’re his favorite” A five year-old Scorpius Malfoy told Albus Potter in a matter of fact way, taking his pumpkin juice and giving it to a toddler Lily Luna “there! Now you know Albus loves you baby Lily”

At age five Scorpius thought himself an expert at the subject. His parents had been a love match. To his toddler mind there was nothing complicated about love. Daddy loved his mommy and mommy loved his daddy and together their love was so big it spilled out and made a person.

Which was him: Scorpius.

Or at least that’s what Draco had said when he asked where babies came from.

To his innocent mind there was nothing to fear in the world because he had them and one day he would find a girl as wonderful as his mommy and love her too.

To him love was when Draco worked himself into a temper but reigned in all his foul mood as soon as he saw his Astoria and Scorpius.

Love was when Astoria butchered a song in the piano for hours and Draco still managed to tell her that her music was wonderful.

Love was going to visit the grandparents and resisting the urge to insult them because they were Draco’s family.

To Scorpius Malfoy, love was also not letting people get away with bad behavior.

Because Astoria never let Draco cast unsafe spells inside the house despite the fact that she loved him, and Draco never let Astoria plant carnivorous flowers in the garden despite the fact that he loved her.

They in turn, never let Scorpius have desert when he’d been rude to someone else. Despite the fact they loved him.

Love was tea parties with enormous cakes and jumping in mountains of freshly raked autumn leaves.

It was sitting in Draco’s lap as he read some boring account of a Malfoy ancestor and watching Astoria’s eyes drop as his voice soothed both Scorpius and her to sleep.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

At age eight when he discovered that there were evil people in the world who would willingly hurt a child like him to make his father suffer, Scorpius added more things to the list.

When Draco pushed Astoria behind him and disarmed the strange witch that had grabbed Scorpius out of the blue in a public festival, Scorpius understood that love was also fear.

Love was when Astoria held Draco in her arms after a long day.

It was the forehead kiss Draco pressed on her head everytime he left to conduct business.

Love was putting eachother’s needs before their own when the other looked too tired.

Scorpius liked to think that his parents knew a lot, when they sat him down and talked about all that a little boy like him had to fear in this world, his parents didn’t disappoint him, they were honest.

They told him that most of his ancestors had done terrible things, that people would probably judge him for it forever, his family’s past had nothing to do with Scorpius, but that was how prejudice worked. They’d looked hopefully at Scorpius, with kind smiles that told the little boy he would always be their son no matter what he thought of them and this had cinched the issue in his head.

Love was not judging a person because of their past. Because if Astoria could look beyond Draco’s dark mark to the soul that was beneath and Draco could look beyond Astoria’s family name to see the sweet woman she was, then Scorpius wanted to be like them.

From then on Scorpius Malfoy decided that he would ignore the pasts of everyone as long as they were kind and if someone wasn’t willing to get to know him as himself despite all the bad things his parents told him people said about his family then…well…good riddance.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

At age eleven Scorpius learned his first lesson in the complicated nature of love.

When Astoria hugged him like she didn’t want to let him go and Draco put his hand in Scorpius shoulder with warm pride, Scorpius realized that love also meant letting go.

He’d watched this happen every time Draco looked forlorn at the door whenever Astoria was in an overnight event with the Greengrass foundation.

Or when Draco had to partner his resources with businesses that required him to be away for days. Astoria would get that resigned air of melancholy about her.

It was the same when they saw him off at King Cross.

Scorpius figured that’s what separation felt like, wanting to hold on to someone forever yet loving them enough to let them grow.

They were setting him free despite how much it hurt them to be apart from Scorpius and that was also love.

In Hogwarts Scorpius learned much more about why love was considered complicated and most of it he didn’t learn about it from his mom and dad.

It wasn’t their fault really.

They were happy together and their love was as subtle as it was strong, their biggest outward shows of affection were usually reserved for Scorpius himself who was always on the receiving end of the messy kisses and crushing hugs.

He understood them…sort of, because he was a part of both of them, Astoria and Draco didn’t hold back from showering him with tickles and filling his world with playful laughter.

But as a couple, their love expressed itself in loving sighs and shared eyerolls from across the dinner table.

Flowers in his writing desk, warped eclairs in her vanity table. A shared look of affection every five minutes, a brush of a hands as they went on their daily routines.

If they fought they did it well away from Scorps hearing and if they felt cross with eachother they hid it too well for it to be seen plainly.

Unlike Albus and even Rose’s parents who reportedly enjoyed a good argument every once in a while and were active in expressing their affection towards the other, the love of Scorpius’ parents seemed almost. ..boring.

And because Scorpius had grown in such a sedate household, nothing prepared him for the first time a girl broke his heart.

At age fourteen he still thought that his parents were the best example of love he could find, he also wanted a girl to share inside jokes with, sigh into the distance and cut flowers for.

But Rose Weasley well, she wanted emotion, she wanted someone to argue with noisily and kiss in the middle of the great hall for all the world to see. His first love was bigger than life, Rosie was an explosion of fire and smarts that was almost too good to be true. And in the end she didn’t understand why Scorpius didn’t express his love the way she did.

Rose didn’t want subtlety, she wanted an extravaganza of passion and Scorpius just didn’t like being the centre of attention, not like Albus and Hugo.

And so that summer Scorpius returned home heartbroken. Asking his mother what he’d done wrong?.

Astoria and Draco hadn’t known what to do, they told Scorpius that truthfully neither of them had much romantic experiences before finding eachother and their own first loves had been footnotes in comparison to Voldemort’s shadow. Before Astoria Draco had been with Pansy for most of his life and he’d only dated her to appease his father.

And Astoria had only ever loved Draco since her fourth year in Hogwarts. Anybody before that hadn’t been real enough to call a crush.

Before the war their families had taught them both that love was a liability when one was a purebloood and until Draco and Astoria had fallen inlove they both had believed it was true.

So when Scrpius came to them for advice they only did the best they knew to do as parents and listened.

And that’s how Scorpius learned that love was painful….But it was also healing.

Watching his parents together Scorpius realized that love was also being okay with not having all the answers.

Because when Astoria didn’t know something she never blamed Draco if he didn’t come up with a solution, she simply nodded and took his hand in order to find it together.

And whenever Draco got frustrated because there were things out of his control that affected his family, he never took it out on Astoria, instead he talked it out with her. Found a way to see the light side of the situation for her sake.

With them love was a thousand conversations spoken with a single raised eyebrow and the quirk of coral lips.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

Over the years Scorpius came to accept that his parents were not perfect. His mother was a bit manipulative and his father was oftentimes too prideful.Astoria’s sweet frailty lent fodder to Scorp’s fears and Draco’s increasing grouchiness as his hairline began receding was a constant cause of headaches for his only son.

But Scorpius never stopped seeing Draco’s eyes light up when Astoria entered the room. Or Astoria smile whenever Draco said she was beautiful.

There was always a hand in the small of Astoria’s back when they were in public, and a kiss in the back of her palm when they were not. Those hands got a bit more wrinkled as the years passed as did the lines in Astoria’s mouth and eyes, but they never moved from her back, no matter the need for a walking cane that came after Draco turned fifty two.

And while Astoria’s hair seemed to have a bigger smattering of grey highlights everytime Scorpius returned from Hogwarts, she never stopped kissing Draco’s cheek whenever he walked out the door. Her reading glasses came with menopause much like Draco’s cane, but her eyes never lost the sparkle of teasing laughter that always made Draco smile.

Then one day long after moving out from his parents house Scorpius Malfoy found himself cutting sunflowers and placing them absentmindely in the desk of a certain Daily Prophet correspondant. A girl with mischief in her smile who could telegraph her thoughts across the room with just one glance in his direction and who could make Scorpius laugh with silly caricatures of her eldest brothers.

Half imp, half rainstorm, she was a unstoppable mischief and boy did it drive Scorpius crazy to see her fluttering in and out of his life in a flurry of silk hair ribbons and ballet slippers. He almost didn’t notice when he stopped holding out his arms to break Lily Luna’s fall in case she broke a limb when she crashed down from whatever tree she was currently climbing. And when he started holding out his arms because he wanted to feel her close to him.

He didn’t notice when she stopped being “Al’s little sister” and became “Not again Lily!” With an affectionate huff. Or when he began looking forward to mutually teasing Albus over his career in the ministry.

Not until he attended his parent’s anniversary ball and his father of all people tapped his cane impatiently and with a sigh of frustration pulled Scorpius aside “So when are you planning to tell the Potter girl that you love her?” His father finally snapped “your mother and I would like to live to see our grandchildren, thank you very much” and with the finesse of the crochety old man he was, Draco stomped away from his very adult son grumbling about the stupidity of youth.

And despite disliking his father’s temper Scorpius learned one last thing about love from the old man and that was that one couldn’t really know how love worked unless one felt it.

So he joined Lily Luna at their table and smiled resolving to ask her to be his girlfriend as soon as possible, keeping his father’s words in mind. He loved her…of course he did. It was so obvious now.

He chanced a look at the middle of the ballroom where his parents glided around the room with the ease of professional dancers, thirty years married and Scorpius still didn’t doubt how much they loved eachother.

Maybe he would never stop learning from them, maybe he would always want what his parents had. And maybe he was close to getting it with Lily.

So he clapped as the orchesta finished their piece and raised his cup to toast to his parent’s marriage because these were the things Scorpius Malfoy knew about love.

An: this was my first Scorpius centric one shot, which I dont normally do because Scorpius is way too shippable I always fall of tangent when I write him in, and forget this is a Drastoria blog, I think that in the end its always our parents who teach us how to love. so I hope you liked it anon

Prison/Bellamy Blake Smut

Originally posted by aleclightwqqd

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

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Law and Order, Five Years Later, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction
MannaRN mentioned in the reviews that Chapter 6 and 10 could be seen as sequels to Law and Order. So I decided to write some fluff as a sequel of sorts to assure you that angsty chapter 6 and 10 Richonne are not the Richonne from my story (and to break up all of that angst)! I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by sprmint-bkgsoda

Michonne’s phone buzzed from inside her purse while she navigated through the aisles of the grocery store. She fumbled for it, her hands full.

“What is it, babe?” she pressed the cellphone to her ear, shoving her purse up her arm.

“Did you get the cake?” her husband’s southern accent twanged through the earpiece.

“Hello to you too,” she grumbled, half-joking.

“Sorry hon.” Rick was immediately repentant. “The boys and I are going crazy over here.”

“I bet,” birthday planning always fell in Rick’s corner, an unexpected talent of her police officer beau. Michonne’s contributions were most often limited to gift-buying for their three children. This year, she had a special task: distract the birthday girl.

“Mama,” Judith called up to her from the shopping cart, bouncing her hands on the edges to catch her mother’s attention.

“One second, Judes.” She smiled down at her, fingering one of her curls and springing it. Ordinarily, her daughter’s hair was kept in protective styles, the curls shielded from the abuse of a rough and tumble five-year-old girl. Today was a special day though, so Judith’s hair was free, dancing around her head as she moved happily.

“Is that daddy?” she asked, reaching for the phone. Judith never could bare being parted from her father for too long. A business trip a year ago had nearly been her undoing. Michonne had been called to her preschool to pick up the bawling girl.

“Judes is asking for me?” Rick asked knowingly, his smirk practically audible through the phone.

“She’s waiting on her cake,” Michonne reported, smiling lightly at the baker behind the counter. Judith became distracted as the employee traced her name out carefully in buttercream frosting. Yellow was Judith’s favorite color and it was highlighted in glorious fondant on her Wonder Woman cake.

“Can you remember to get candles?” Rick reminded her.

“They’re in the cart. Do we need punch?”

“Carl and Dre made gallons of it. We’ve got enough to get every kindergartner in the city punch-drunk.” Rick laughed.

“Good. We’re about to have 30 of them at the house,” the thought alone was sobering. It had been years since they had children over this young. She was just adjusting to Carl becoming a teenager and Dre a pre-teen. Now they had a grade-schooler.

Soon, they would have another infant.

“Don’t leave me alone for too long,” Rick groaned.

“I’ll be home soon,” she promised.

“Love you. Tell Judes I love her.”

Michonne relayed the message to her daughter, now clutching her cake from inside the cart. Judith was buzzing with excitement as they paid and left the store, asking questions a mile-a-minute.

“Will the baby like the cake?” she asked from her booster seat, still staring at the image of Wonder Woman lovingly through the clear plastic top.

“Mommy likes cake. I’m sure the baby will love it.” Michonne glanced at the time, speeding up just slightly.

“Does the baby like Wonder Woman?”

“Well, Mommy likes superheroes, and Carl like superheroes, and Dre likes superheroes…”

“And I do!” Judith exclaimed eagerly. “But Daddy doesn’t!”

“Maybe Daddy will finally get an ally for movie night,” Michonne chuckled to herself at the thought. After all the work he put in today, maybe she owed it to her husband to pick the next movie.

The driveway and streets were overflowing with cars by the time mother and daughter arrived home, but Judith was oblivious, rushing to get in the door to see her brothers and father.

“One second,” Michonne stilled her, pausing her daughter as she frantically checked her phone. It blinked with a text from Rick.

“We’re ready,” it proclaimed.

“Ok,” Michonne tried to keep the smile off her face as she threw the lock, allowing Judith to step in before her.

The look on her daughter’s face when her whole class jumped out to scream “surprise” was something she wasn’t likely to forget.

The next few hours were a blur of children and their parents, Glenn and Maggie, Abraham and Sasha, Andrea and her new boy toy, all enlisted in the help of wrangling the brood. Carl and Dre came in clutch as well, putting aside their teenage egos to make sure their sister was having a great time. Michonne filled her phone with pictures, smiling until her face hurt. By the time that the presents were unwrapped, the candles blown out, the cake devoured, the guests departed, and the cleanup handled, Michonne was absolutely exhausted.

“We did it,” Rick collapsed next to her in bed, face down into the pillows.

Michonne giggled next to him, reaching over to stroke his curly hair. It was beginning to go salt and pepper, a condition aided by the amount of time he spent fussing after Dre and Carl.

“You did amazing,” she had seen many an impressive party pulled together by her husband, but this all female-superhero themed bash outdid them all. Judith had fallen asleep in her brand-new Wonder Woman pajamas, a smile etched on her little face.

“You only turn five once,” he rolled over, rubbing her stomach. The baby responded immediately, kicking vigorously.

“Too much cake,” she mused, laying her hand over Rick’s.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” Rick asked.

“I can’t tell with this one,” Michonne sighed, her head falling back as Rick moved his attentions to her feet. She returned his affections, rubbing his shoulders from her vantage point.

“I wouldn’t mind another girl,” Rick pressed his face to her stomach, dropping kisses. “The boys are running me ragged.”

Between Carl’s finely-honed sarcasm and Dre’s never-ending energy, Michonne had to agree. “They did great today, though.”

“They did,” Rick sighed, already drifting off.

“You know,” Michonne spoke quietly, acutely aware that she only had minutes to put her plan in action, “I had more plans for us tonight.” She walked her fingers from his shoulders up to his ears. “But if you’d rather sleep…”

He glanced up at her, coming to attention at once. “I’m not tired,” he quickly assured her, sitting up.

“Good,” she kissed him on the corner of his mouth, shifting until just the baby was between them.

“How come every time I throw the kids a party, you get all riled up?” he questioned, his raspy voice sending chills through her. Michonne knew that he was aware of the answer, but he deserved to hear it anyway.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to the mattress over her. “Because it reminds me that I married the best man in the world, and the best father,” she nuzzled him, inhaling his familiar scent.

“You make it easy,” he kissed her deeply before pulling back to amend his statement. “Well, almost easy.”

He smothered the remnants of her laugh with his next kiss, pulling his wife closer against him.

Di piano e forte 03

Originally posted by mvssmedia

pt. 1 ↠  pt. 2  ↠ pt. 3

↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin. 

↠Genre: Angst, fluff.

↠Warnings: This fic contains slight domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature subjects.

author’s note: Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!

They were fighting again. 

That was the beginning of your sleepless nights.

As dysfunctional as their relationship was you’d think the would’ve split up by now. It was cursing out each other one minute then cursing at you to get out of the room. That was on your list of things you hated most about living here, and you had a long list. That’s what you heard all night, they bickered and she went on about why she thought he was cheating and other stuff that didn’t concern you. You stood in the kitchen, preparing some tea to take back to your room when you heard a knock at the door. With your mug still in hand you went to peek through the peep hole. She knocked once again, earning a startled flinch from you.

You opened the door, and cherry ran up to greet her as well, seeing her with two large grocery bags on her arms and a bright smile. “Stop it cherry- Hi, Mel? What’s all this?” You questioned, immediately helping her inside.

“I haven’t been to your place, it’s nice.” She looked around on her way to the kitchen and you stared at her baffled. “He may be douche bag but at least he doesn’t live in a dump.” She chuckled, still hearing no responses from you.

“Mel…” You looked at the bags and sat your tea on the counter and she gave you an odd look of confusion.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” She went towards the kitchen and sat the groceries on the counter, you were clueless. “You said if I brought you the ingredients you’d make a congratulations cake for Hara’s first dance recital - which is tomorrow night.” She crooked her brow until your your mouth hung open in realization.

“Oh God!- I’m so sorry I don’t know how it slipped my mind, I’ll start it right now.” You rushed to change your shirt and ran into the kitchen to start unbagging the groceries. “Mel, you’ll have to forgive me I’ve been a little distracted lately.” You went to the draws to grab measuring cups you know he’s never used. 

“Oh?” She smirked, peeling a banana as she sat on the bar stool. “Distracted by what? Or should I say who?” 

You leveled a cup of flour and sighed. “I have a piano teacher now…” You grinned.

“That’s so good, you need something in your life that isn’t just work. A hobby like that is perfect for you.” She was halfheartedly scrolling through her phone as she continued to talk to you. “Who’s your teacher?”

“His name is Min Yoongi, he’s a student at my university…” You checked under the cabinet for your mothers cook book and sat it open on the counter.

Mel’s grin stretched from ear to ear and you rolled your eyes at what she was getting at. “Is he cute?” Of course she had to ask.

“Um,” You got a little flustered at the question as you went into the fridge for eggs trying to distract yourself from thinking about him. “why does it matter if he’s cute or not?…” You sat the eggs on the counter and began to crack them into a spare bowl.

“So he is cute, I knew it…” She laughed, knowing she could read you like a book. “Do you have his number?”

“Yes I have his number but it’s not like that.” Rinsing your hands off in the warm water from the kitchen sink you gave her an innocent look.

“Is he nice? Does he have a girlfriend?” 

“I don’t know!” You exclaimed, shrugging your shoulders. “Why are you trying to set me up with every guy I come in contact with.” Both of you laughed in unison, it was true; ever since high school she tried to hook you up with her boyfriends friends. She succeeded once, and the ‘double date’ consisted of her leaving you with some weirdo while she went to make out somewhere. You remember it vividly, your date took you to some weird bonfire and - it was just a bad situation.

“I wanna see you with a boyfriend Y/N, they’re not as bothersome as you think.” Say’s the girl who’s ended every relationships she’s been in.

“I don’t think they’re bothersome I’m just not that interested in anyone right now, and I don’t think anyone’s interested in me.” 

“Trust me, if you’re a pretty girl in college there’s always someone interested in you, they just don’t say it all the time.“ She would know, she knew everything and everyone in high school and if she were in college right now she’d know all of them too. “Hara’s father is coming to her recital, he asked me to get him a ticket last night.” 

“Seriously?” You knew where the mention of him was going.

“Yeah, he kept her last weekend right, and when she came back he was all she talked about, ‘daddy said this, daddy said that, me and daddy did this’. I try to put our problems aside and be a mature grown woman but it’s not easy. I got pregnant when I was twenty one, fresh out of college with a baby. And now she’s a bubbly five year old wondering why mommy and daddy don’t live in the same house anymore.” She groaned. “I tell her that ‘mommy and daddy aren’t like your friends mommies and daddies’ but she still doesn’t understand.” 

“Well,” You turned the mixer on low to beat the sugar and eggs, “she’s at a very impressionable age. She’s absorbing everything and anything she comes in contact with, and if she notices that you and Jackson aren’t getting along it will affect her development.” You turned off the mixer to beat it by hand.

“You know, for someone with no children you sure know a lot about them.” You giggled. 

“Is Jae nice to you?” She asked suddenly, catching you off guard. 

“Define, nice?” 

“Does he treat you well? Do you guys get along?”

“No and no. I don’t know why my mom decided to move before I could finish school, my grandmas house is being renovated so I can’t go there for another three months. I’m stuck here. He doesn’t hurt me physically but he does get heated over my being here, I don’t blame him. It’s not like he wanted me to move in, his dad made him.” The last thing you wanted to do was talk about him but you had to let it out to someone. “I appreciate having a nice place to stay but it doesn’t feel worth it. The worst part about all this is that he acts like an angel around my mom but as soon as she’s gone I’m nothing but a verbal punching bag.” You muttered bitterly.

‘What’d you mean?”

“His dad left his mom and he’s not over it. His mom gave him everything he wanted but now his dad wants him to learn some independence when in reality he’s just wasting away his life on sluts and drugs. As soon as I get the chance I’m out’a here.”

“You know you always have a room at my house, if you want to stay with me you know I don’t mind.” She’s offered many times but you declined every time, Mel is a great girl but she already has a lot on her hands and she needs to focus on her little girl. “And hey, you know if he ever acts out you have a place to say and lawyer to call.” 

“Thanks Mel…” Skillfully, you poured the batter in one of the cake pans and continued to do the others. 

After sitting for a while she saw the time and got down from the stool. “I gotta go, her rehearsal and final fitting is in an hour and I have to pick her up from day care.” She maneuvered around the counter to give you a big hug. “Thank you again, you’re a life saver.”

“Anything for my favorite niece.“ You smiled, walking her to the front door.

“Oh and I got you a ticket, and one for a friend. Now you have to bring someone or you’ll be wasting my money.” She quipped, walking out the door before you could get on her.

“Mel! Who am I supposed to bring!?” You pouted.

She closed her car door and opened the window. “Bring that piano boy!” 

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Little one

Word count: 1664

- one part of the story is written from Kai’s pov, and the other one from reader’s side -

You have to go out and leave your daughter with Kai

‘Do you really have to go?’ I asked her, pacing behind her as she grabbed her things while walking and putting her jacket on. She took her hair out of the jacket swiftly, fixing it with her fingers, making it fall down perfectly down her shoulders. She turned around and faced me, her gentle hands placing on my shoulders, squeezing them lightly.

'I have to help them. You’ll be fine Kai. It’s not that hard. She’s a good girl and she will be happy because she will finally get some time alone with her favorite person.’ She trailed off and looked behind me when she heard small footsteps, showing a big smile to her daughter.

'I’ve never done this before. I- I don’t know what to do.’ I blurted out, nervousness obvious on my bodily movements.

'Everything will be fine. Isn’t that right, sweetie? Kai will take care od you and play with you and you two will have a wonderful time while mommy works things out.’ She said it gently, a smile never leaving her face as her daughted smiled and looked at me, her gaze making me melt.

'You trust me?’ I asked her.

'Of course I do and I know you’ll do a marvelous job, so, here.’ She handed me her daughter, her small arms wrapping around my neck. 'Make sure she’s asleep by the time I get back, ok? Food is in the fridge. You have everything you need, so, no worries.’ She stated and kissed her daughters cheek swiftly, her delicate fingers founding their way inside my hair, running through it gently as she stopped right on my cheek, her thumb caressing my face gently.

'I love you, Kai.’ She murmured.

'Love you too.’ I replied as she leaned in and kissed my lips gently, her soft lips tasting like strawberries she ate just a few minutes ago. My free hand went up to the back of her head, holding her close to me for a bit longer, but not long after that she pulled away, showing me a gentle smile.

'Gotta go now, my darlings. See you soon, ok?’ She spoke up, her eyes showing us a gentle look before she twisted the door knob and let herself out, slowly closing the doors behind her as there was now only me and a beautiful girl left in the house all alone, the thought of having to be alone with such a small child kind of scaring me, but I knew I could do it. I took her into the kitchen and placed her on one of the chairs as I walked to the fridge and opened the doors, looking for some food to give her. I found a plate with some smashed bananas and strawberries and took it out.

'Bananas and strawberries. I guess this will do.’ I opened the drawer and took out the smallest spoon I could find and sat down right in front of her. I placed the plate on the table in front of her and gave her the spoon. She hesitated at first and looked at me with those big eyes.

'C'mon, it’s reaaaally tasty. Even I would eat this. Probably, I don’t know.’ She opened her mouth and ate the amount of food that was on the spoon. 'Even though I would rather eat cupcakes or something, but I think your mom would freak out if I started making some now, so that’s not gonna happen.’ I laughed at myself and my mind, her face serious as she probably didn’t find it funny as much as I did or she didn’t even listen to what I just said.

'What should we do now? We can’t watch TV because, I actually don’t know why we can’t. That’s what mom said so I guess it’s how it’s suppose to be. We’re gonna find something.’

I gave her the last piece of food that was left on the plate and wiped her mouth with a small cloth as I took her in my arms, her small hands instantly wrapping around my neck. She kept holding onto me, my arms gently holding her up. I’ve never held such a delicate human being and the way she looked at me and held on to me, was something special. Something I’ve never experience in my life before.

I took her upstairs to her room and placed her down on the warm fluffly carpet and then sat down next to her, pulling her favorite toy out of the box and handing it to her, a smile appearing on her small face. Everytime she smiled, I smiled. There was something about it that made me feel happy.

'You’re so adorable! I could just eat you up, but I won’t. It’s just an expression.’ I murmured slowly the last part of my sentence because she stood up and took a few small steps until she was in front of me as her small arms wrapped around my body.

'Dad.’ She muttered, making my eyes widen at her words. I didn’t know what to say. I was befuddled and I was lost, but it still warmed up my heart in some way. I just smiled at her and picked her up, kissing her soft forehead. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, but not long after that, she yawned and rubbed her eyes a bit.

'Ok, I think it’s time to put you to sleep, little one.’ I dressed her in her pj’s and put her on the bed, wrapping the covers around her body.

'Good night.’ She said quietly and looked at me one more time before she closed her eyes, with her teddy bear in her arms.

'Nighty night.’ I kissed her forehead gently and turned off the lights as I walked out, closing the doors quietly behind me and went to my bedroom, plopping myself onto the bed. I took my jeans off and turned on the TV, tuning down the volume as I went through every channel but there was nothing interesting on it.

- 2 am -

'Kai’ I heard a quiet voice next to me as I opened my eyes and looked around until my eyes met the little girl standing next to my bed. I pulled myself up and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake away the sleepiness.

'What’s wrong?’ I said quietly and pulled her up on the bed next to me.

'I had a nightmare.’ She muttered gently, rubbing her eyes.

'Will you tell me what the nightmare was about?’ I asked her and placed a small lock of hair behind her ear.

'There was a monster under my bed and wanted to hurt mommy. I don’t want her to get hurt. When is she coming back?’ She abruptly.

'There’s no monsters under the bed and mom will be back soon. She just had to do something important but I’m sure she’s thinking of you right as we speak, ok?’ I trailed off as she placed her arms around my torso, hugging me tightly.

'Can I sleep here in your room until she gets back?’

'Of course you can.’ I said and covered her with a soft blanket, her head pressed against my chest.

'I love you, Kai.’ She muttered with her eyes closed, making me smile as I kissed her forehead.

'I love you too, little one. Now, go to sleep so that mommy won’t be mad.’

It didn’t took her too long to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop looking at her as she seemed so peaceful and beautiful when she was in that state. Just like her mom. Even though I wanted to wait for her to get back, my eyes kept closing as I fell asleep with her daughter in my arms.

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2.33 am. You quietly unlocked the doors and twisted the door knob to open the doors. Not a single light was on, making you trip over something in the dark, hoping you didn’t wake them up. You took your boots off and walked upstairs to Kai’s room as quietly as possible. When you walked in, you couldn’t do anything else but smile, your heart warming up when you saw Kai asleep with your daughter safely in his arms. You walked closer to cover both of them up, but at that moment Kai opened his eyes.

'Hey. I’m sorry if I woke you up.’

'It’s fine. You just got back?’

'Yeah, go back to sleep, I’m gonna go downstairs an grab something to eat.’ You whispered and walked out of the room as you heard Kai walking behind you. He suddenly pushed you against the wall and cupped your face, his soft lips pressing onto yours as he kissed you deeply, not even an inch of emoty space visible between your bodies. He pulled away after a few moments and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

'I want one.’ Kai said abruptly.

'What do you mean?’ You asked befuddledly, a smile flashing on his face.

'I want a kid. With you. I know this is, out of the blue, but I really do want that.’ Kai trailed off making your eyes widen at what he just said.

'Kai, I- I don’t- Are you sure? This is a huge thing!’

'I know but I love you with all my life and I don’t see why not. Plus, we both know how much I love the way kids are made.’ He winked at you, making you hit his arm playfully, both of you laughing quietly.

'I love you, Kai.’

'I love you too.’ He kissed you again and went downstairs with you to grab something to eat.
When you left the house, you didn’t expect to come home to that. To Kai saying that he wants to start a family with you, but here it was and you couldn’t be happier to know that you were finally going to get the life you’ve always wanted.

( I got a bit carried away with this one, but I hope you like it :) )