#Seashell 4 8B8682

[kaliforniahigh]

I built a home, for you, for me - n.s.

Four times you and Noah experienced firsts with your little family. This is part of the Exhusband!Noah and Exwife!Reader universe. This one is set before their divorce!

Warnings: this is pure fluff, but poor Ezra looses a tooth.

WC: 1.9k words. (not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes!)

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The first kick.

The first time it happened, it was so soft and it passed so quicly that you didn't even register that your baby had just started kicking. Your body was going through so many changes during pregnancy, that you had a hard time distinguishing one thing from the other.

You had just surpassed your 20th week of pregnancy, and soon, you and Noah would find out the gender of the baby on the next ultrasound. You were still debating whether you wanted to know right then and there, or, if you wanted a simple gender reveal later.

Regardless of that, Noah was already calling your little baby his "baby boy", and his "little guy". Sometimes, you teased him about it, telling him there was no way he could know the baby is a boy. Other times, you found his conviction so cute, that you didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.

You knew he'd be the perfect dad whether you were having a girl, or a boy.

Right now, he was doing one of his - and your - favorite things. Talking to your belly.

This has become routine by now. First, he'd look up something to compare the baby size to. Then, he'd lay his head on your thighs, and tell the baby all about what he found and how the day has been.

"So", he starts, voice quiet and using his index finger to trace slow patterns on your growing belly. "Right now, you're about the size of a mango", he uses his other hand to show the approximate size of a mango. You laugh, because who is he showing it to?

"Your mom is so brave, because I could never imagine having something the size of a mango inside of me. And soon, you'll be the size of a pumpkin. Imagine that!", he quietly exclaims, and you divert you eyes from whatever you were watching on the television, eyes fixed on him. Your heart always grew twice it's size when you watched him like this.

He's been so caring and loving ever since you found out about the pregnancy. He was adamant in doing his research, buying books to understand the development of babies, and even making you eat things you downright found disgusting because "you needed your nutrients now more than ever".

"Soon, we'll find out if you're a boy or a girl. And even though I know you're a little boy, I guess we have to go and confirm it anyways", he stole a look at you from under his eyelashes, and you're staring at him with amusement your eyes. "I'm so excited though, because then, we'll start planning your nursery. I can't wait to look at furniture for hours until your mom decides which crib she wants to buy"

You were gonna quip back with an anwer about how it was probably gonna take weeks for Noah to decide what color he wants to paint the room, when you felt - and saw - a quick right over your belly button.

You sat up a little straighter, and Noah lifted his head from your lap, you both looking at each other with complete shock on your faces.

"Did he just....?", Noah started, and you nodded yes.

"Our baby just kicked", you confirmed.

"Here, lay down", he adjusted your pillows for you, and you laid down comfortably on the bed. "Let's stay quiet and see if he does it again".

For a couple of minutes, you both stay there, staring expectantly at you belly to see if it happens again. But, so far, you had no luck.

"Maybe they like to hear your voice?", you murmur.

And then, Noah quietly starts to whisper a melody to a song, and lo and behold, a few seconds later, you felt another kick. This time, it landed right on the right side of your belly, right where Noah was sitting beside you.

"Oh my God", he gasps in surprise, and before you can even say anything, he rests his head right on top of your belly, and you can see he has tears pooling in his eyes, emotional from the fact that your baby reacted to hearing his voice. You start to run your fingers through his hair, as you both just soak in the moment.

"I guess you'll be the one to sing them to sleep, huh?", you tease and he smiles.

"Thank you for this. Thank you for everything", he says, intertwining his hands with yours. You don't have to say anything, the weight of the moment speakig for itself.

2. The first word.

You and Noah always made sure to make bath time an enjoyable time for little Ezra. The little bathtub always displayed an array of rubber toys for him to play with. And, most often than not, when he'd get a little too excited, it ended up with both you and Noah soaked in water.

You didn't mind, though, because his little giggles while he played with the water and the toys, made every hardship disappear from your mind.

"You're a menace", you tell Noah, as he styles Ezra's hair in a little mowhak. The strands of dark hair - much like his father's - all soapy from the baby shampoo Noah was rubbing in his sensitive scalp.

"He's enjoying it. Look", Noah points at Ezra's toothless grin as he stares up at the two of you. You saw his father's eyes whenever you looked into them, and you wonder if this kid is gonna take after you in anything.

"He's clueless", you point out.

"Yeah, but he's daddy's favorite, isn't that right, little Ezra?", he says in a baby voice. "Tell mama you're daddy's favorite"

"Da!", Ezra suddenly blurts out, pointing hiss little and chubby finger at Noah, but looking and smiling at you.

Your eyes go wide in surprise and you instantly look at Noah to gauge his reaction, which is not much different from yours.

As soon as the moment comes, it passes, when Ezra starts to splash some water around, clearly already distracted with something else and none the wiser of what he just did.

"Noah, he called you dad", you walk up to him, engulfing him in a embrace, feeling emotional yourself.

"I can't believe he just called me dad", he murmurs into your shoulder. "It's like he could even understand what I said".

He's right, and you're a little in disbelief of how smart your little baby looked already.

"You've been talking to him from the moment he was in my belly. It wouldn't surprise me if he could actually understand you"

"Do you think I can get him to say it again?", he asks, hopeful, already turning back towards the bathtub and resuming his "conversation" with the baby.

3. The first steps.

By this point, you already knew that when you have a baby, milestones could happen at literally any minute, during a random day, and when you least expect it.

Ezra has been practicing standing up for a while now, and you and Noah always encouraged the little baby with toys, his bottle, or you'd just sit there on the floor, with arms wide open, trying to get him to understand the concept of hugging.

So far, you've had no success in your journey of getting to walk. You didn't worry much, though, since you knew it was gonna happen eventually. It's just that every time he stood up on his chubby little legs, both you and Noah would hold your breaths in anticipation, only for him to plop down on his bum once again.

This evening, he was playing on his little playmat set in the living room, while Noah was sitting on the couch working on some music on his computer. You took the time to gather some of the toys not being used that were sprawled all over the floor, and put them away in the storage bins you bought whe Ezra started to gather one too many toys.

You were holding the baby giraffe in your hands, and right when you about to drop it inside the bin, you heard a sound of complaint from Ezra.

You and Noah looked at him, as he stood up and pointed at you, complaining once again. It took you a while to realize that he was pointing to the toy.

Crouching down on the floor, you held the giraffe in front of you. "You want the toy?", you asked the baby, and Ezra smiled, telling you that it was exactly what he wanted.

All of a sudden, his right foot steps forward, and you start wiggling the toy with much more conviction now.

"Noah, are you seeing this?", you say, in exasperation and excitement.

"Yes, I am", he answers, throwing his computer to the side. "Go get you toy! C'mon buddy, go get it", he encourages, and then his left foot steps forward. Before Ezra can do anything else, he loses balance and falls on his bum, resuming his previous position on the floor.

Elated with happiness, you and Noah get up, as you cheer on the baby who had just taken his first couple of steps.

"You did so well, my little guy", you say, handing him the giraffe.

"I forgot to record", Noah says, a little disapponted.

"It's ok, I have a feeling that soon, we won't be able to stop him"

4. The first lost tooth.

"Mom!", Ezra yells, as he comes bounding inside the house. "Look at this!", he sets his backpack on the kitchen island, looking through it for something. Noah had been called in to pick him up earlier from school. Apparently, he had fallen and hit his head on the floor.

Noah comes in a few seconds after him, and you give him a questioning look. You were worried about your child's wellbeing, and here he was, running in the house as if nothing had happened. Noah just shakes his head with a smile.

"Just let the kid show it to you", he tells you, standing beside you, looping an arm around your waist.

Ezra pulls out a bunch of papers that formed a little ball. Your frown only deepends as he starts to pull the thing apart.

"I wrapped in a lot of paper because I was scared I'd lose it", you looked at Noah and just snorted in amusement. "Look!", he exclaims, and you have a hard time seeing what he's holding up. But when you do, you notice that it's a tooh. It's so small, it can barely fit in between his fingers.

"What?", you ask, genuine confusion laced in your voice.

Ezra grins at you and you can finally see the little gap where one of his front tooth used to be.

"He fell and hit his mouth, and one of his teeth fell off", Noah explains.

"Oh my God. Noah, he's too young to be losing teeth. He's barely five!", you exclaim, clearly concerned. "Does it hurt? Where did you hit your mouth?", you turn to Ezra as you grab his face in your hands, examining his mouth and the remaining set of teeth.

"I cried a little, but then Clarice told me I'd be getting money from the tooh fairy, and then I wasn't crying anymore", Ezra explained, and you just shook your head.

"You can put your tooth under the pillow tonight. Keep it safe, ok?", you tell him. "Now go get changed".

He wraps his tooth in the papers again, gathers his backpack and makes his way to his room.

"We're gonna have to take him to the dentist", you tell Noah, and he just nods in agreement.

"This kid in unbelivable. Stopped crying because he'd be getting money from the tooth fairy", Noah pointed out and you both laughed at the smart ass reaction from your son.

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