#Baby Crib Backpack

[lollykidz]

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[cartlog]

Portable Infant Sleeper, infant portable sleeper

The portable infant sleeper is great for your family. It is convenient, light, and comfortable for your baby. Take your baby wherever you go with this amazing invention. It will keep your baby secure and comfy for even hour-long trips. Your baby won’t have to compromise on their personal space. It is also a three-in-one solution. It can be used as a diaper bag, bottle bag, and baby crib.  It is a storage solution combined with the convenience of a crib. The infant portable sleeper is made with three layers of loving support. Triple layer of catatonic fiber, high-density composite fiber, and more for an unbelievably comfortable experience. Handy built-in lock handle, carrying buckle for you to go hands-free anytime you like. No stress, no Burden! You can also adjust the zip buckles to adjust the pressure on your shoulders. This product can make the lives of moms easier in no time! 

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Megumi is insanely jealous of the new addition to the household.

Warnings: Fluff, Jealous!Megumi

*Didn't have anything bigger for Toji for father's day but I had to celebrate it one way or another sfjosjf. Enjoy my lovelies!

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“Papa, up!” Megumi yells, hoping to get his father’s attention when he sees Toji holding the new addition to the family. Megumi has reached the age where he claims to be independent, after all, four is such a big age. He’d cry if you or Toji held him, but he’s changed his mind.

“Your baby sister is crying, give me a minute.” Toji sounds annoyed, knowing that Megumi does it out of jealousy. Jealous of a baby that can’t even hold her own head, kids are so dumb. Megumi lets out a cry before yelling again,

“Papa, up!” He wants attention now. He doesn’t want to wait until Toji is done with some stinky baby. Toji lets out an exasperated sigh as tears begin to stream down Megumi’s face– Crocodile tears, but tears nonetheless. He extends his arms and opens and closes his tiny fists repeatedly, yelling, “Up!”

“Megumi, you don’t want to wake up mommy, do you?” Toji asks, trying his best to calm down the crying baby in his arms while also handling Megumi. Toji goes unheard as Megumi begins to cry his little heart out. 

Toji takes a deep breath, trying to remain collected in this situation. Megumi is only four and getting adjusted to the presence of his little sister. Toji decides that it’s best to walk away, going to the kitchen to get the baby’s bottle and deal with her first since Megumi’s issue isn’t easily resolved. 

“Papa!” Megumi yells, following around Toji as he gets a bottle in the baby’s mouth. 

“Megumi, wait for me in the living room.” Toji says, but Megumi isn’t listening. Daddy isn’t like mommy, whatever mommy says goes but when Toji speaks he goes ignored; Toji’s is far scarier and intimidating than you are, he doesn’t understand why Megumi doesn’t take him seriously. “Megumi, go away!”

“I’m running away!” Megumi stomps his little feet before finally leaving Toji to deal with the baby. Toji breathes in relief, his pesky little bug finally giving him a moment alone. He’s able to go to the living room and sit down comfortably as he finishes feeding his daughter. 

“He’ll come around, princess. He hasn’t witnessed just how cute you are.” Toji coos, as if the baby can understand or care. She finishes her bottle, and Toji burps her before setting her down in her crib. He usually chooses to hold her whenever he can, but right now he has bigger fish to fry.

Toji walks into Megumi’s room, watching how his son tries to fit his most valuable toys into a backpack. Toji is trying his best to not chuckle, knowing that Megumi is deeply hurt. Toji takes a seat on Megumi’s tiny bed, clearing his throat before asking, “Need help packing?”

“You hate me!” Megumi cries, and Toji rolls his eyes. Was he that dramatic when he was Megumi’s age? “Mommy and you don’t love me anymore.”

“Oh c’mon, why do you say that, urchin?” Toji tries to see the little guy’s point of view before attempting to comfort him. The last thing Toji needs is attempting to explain to you why Megumi is packing up all his toys– You leave him alone with the kids for a two hour nap and Megumi’s already moving out. 

“You only care for the new baby.” Megumi angrily muffles, and Toji could’ve guessed as much. 

“C’mere, baby. Let me carry you now.” Toji opens his arms for Megumi, and Megumi glares at his father. He wipes away his tears before deciding that he does want to be carried by his father, after all, the tantrum is simply because of this. Toji picks him up, setting him down on his lap before kissing his forehead. “Is this why you’ve been so sensitive? Because of the new baby?”

“Yeah…” Megumi pouts, and it takes everything in Toji to not laugh.

“I will tell you something but don’t tell mommy, okay?” Toji begins, almost whispering to Megumi. Megumi’s eyes perk up, and Toji is fighting back a smirk. “We… Don’t like the new baby that much. I mean, we just met her. But you, urchin? You’re our favorite.”

“Really?” Megumi’s voice is full of hope, and Toji prays that this means Megumi will stop being so jealous about his baby sister. Toji doesn’t hesitate before nodding. It reminds Megumi that he doesn’t like being held anymore, which makes him get off Toji’s lap.

“Will you behave around her, now?” Toji asks, and Megumi takes a moment to think about it.

“Can we sell her?” Megumi responds, which makes Toji’s jaw drop. Did his cute little urchin seriously just say that?

“Okay, new rule: you’re not allowed near her room.” Toji stands up from the tiny bed, his knees cracking. He leans down and kisses the top of Megumi’s head, “Now unpack all of your toys before mommy wakes up.”

[taurusdesign]

"Our Little Ones" Collection

Hi beloved simmers!

I'm finally here. I'm sorry the set is delayed again. When I look at your supportive comments, although these delays are not a problem for you, I still feel bad. 

The set contains a total of 50 items for infants, toddlers, kids and pets. Although there are mostly items for kids, there are also a nice amount of items for the rest. I also tried to do elements on the set that I hadn't seen on the sim before. It's like a Pillow Fort, a Tea Party Set, a Pet House that can be embedded in the wall. I would have loved to have made the tea party functional. But it's functional as a dollhouse. So it might look like your little sims are having a tea party with their toys.

My inspiration on the set was the Pottery Barn's Catalina set. Of course, since everything I wanted was not available in this set, I designed many things myself.

The items included in the set are below:

Babies (Infants and Toddlers)

2 types of Toddler Beds

Bedding for Toddler Beds

2 types of Cribs

Changing Station

Drawer Chest

Dresser

Extra-Wide Dresser

High Chair

Nightstand

Potty Chair

Rocking Chair (Growing Together Required)

Wall Mirror

Kids

4 types of Single Beds

4 types of Double Beds

2 types of Bunk Beds *

Bedding for Single Beds

Bedding for Double Beds

Bedding for Bunk Beds *

Bookcase

2 types of Books for Bookcase

Chair with Backpack

Desk Storage

Desk Storage with Hutch

Desk Storage with Smart Hutch

Decor for Desk Storage with Hutch

Writing Desk

Dresser

Nightstand

Shelves

Skateboard with Books

Tea Party Set

Toy Box

Pillow Fort ** (Dream Home Decorator Required)

Wardrobe

Pets (Cats and Dogs Required)

Pets Bowl ***

Cat Tree

Pet House

Litter Box

Pet Bed ****

Scratch Post

* If the bunks cannot be used by your sim, please place them as follows.

1. Place top bunk bedding

2. Place bottom bedding

3. Place frames

** I recommend that you reduce the size by 1 when placing the pillow fort. You can also use the normal size. Fully optional. 

*** When you fill the food into the pet bowl, the bowl on the far right fills with water.

**** I wanted to make this item in pet size, but it became a regular loveseat size. I don't know how it happened.

I hope you like it and it's worth the wait. 💖💖💖

Special thanks to one of my favorite CC creator @myshunosun for fabric texture ❤️

Bedding patterns:

Kids Pattern Vectors by Vecteezy

Animals Vectors by Vecteezy

Animals Vectors by Vecteezy

Animals Vectors by Vecteezy

Animals Vectors by Vecteezy

Animals Vectors by Vecteezy

Animals Vectors by Vecteezy

Summer Pattern Vectors by Vecteezy

Animals Vectors by Vecteezy

Public Release: October 9, 2023

AVAILABLE FOR EVERYONE!

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[multifandomgirl08]

On Sleepless Roads, The Sleepless Go [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: It's the early hours of Nikita's first birthday, and you can't help but look back at the day you brought your son into the world.

Warning(s): Flashback to a year before, post-childbirth (Non-graphic)

A/N: Shorter chapter today before my classes start up again this week. Title from the song Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World.

Words: 1.4k

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It was late at night, a few hours before what would be Nikita’s first birthday. You were staying up because Max’s flight from England was running late. He had finished up the last of his sponsorship obligations earlier that day, and there were weather problems, so they hadn’t let his plane take off until a couple hours ago.

You had stayed up reading your book, drinking tea from your mug that was resting on the end table. The house was silent aside from the sound of the open doors that lead to the backyard.

You looked up at the clock that hung on the wall in the entry way.

11:42 pm, it read. You reached for your mug and took a sip of the tea, it had gone cold two chapters ago. You were just about the close your book and get ready to go to bed when you heard a set of keys in the lock of the front door.

You shut the book placing it on the coffee table before getting up and seeing Max standing in the entryway of the house, his blue Louis Vuitton backpack around his shoulders, and duffle bag in one hand.

“You waited for me.” He said mindlessly placing his keys on the console table.

“I figured that you’d want to be there when I tell Nikita happy birthday.” You said walking closer to him.

Max slid his backpack off, placing both of his bags on the floor. He reached out for your hand, turning off the living room lights, letting you walk in front of him on the floating stairs that lead downstairs. You kept turning off the few lights that were still on in the house, and stopped by Nico’s room first. He was fast asleep in his warm sheets curled up around his pillows.

Max closed to door just enough to let the cats in if they ended up wander around the house in the early hours of the morning. Nikita’s room had a small glow casting a shadow into the hallway. Max had pushed open the door to see Niki lying in his crib fast asleep. Max looked down at his watch for a moment, seeing the hands turn before both of them hit the 12.

You both reached in, kissing him on the forehead one after another. Max ran his hand over Niki’s head.

“Happy Birthday, Nikita.” You whispered. Max moved to sit in the fluffy chair that you would normally read to Niki in. He opened his arms for you inviting you to sit in his lap, while you both looking on into the crib as your son slept.

December 3, 2025 - 12:03 AM

It was a few moments later the nurse placed a swaddle of blankets into your chest, you still couldn’t comprehend the fact that you had just given birth aside from the weight that was against your chest.

“So good, so strong,” Max muttered resting his forehead against your arm. Max’s hand was placed on the baby’s back.

You could hear the nurse say something about giving you a few minutes before they had you start to push the placenta out while taking the baby to get washed, weighed, and changed.

Max kissed your forehead and then the back of your hand that was cradling the baby’s bottom.

“Max, would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor asked. You ran your fingers over the back of Max’s hand, encouraging him to go and do it.

Max went ahead and heard the little cry that the baby let out.

“What do we have?” You croaked having not heard the doctor earlier. Your throat sounded like it had been rubbed raw.

“A boy.” He said, and you could see the tears start to collect in the corner of Max’s eyes. You sometimes forget that Max didn’t get to experience Nico being born.

You had brought a boy into the world, Nikita.

Eventually, they took the baby out of your arms, and Max went with one of the nurses so you could push the placenta out and then get you cleaned up before they brought the baby back.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour. More pushing that felt like a strange ache, and a nurse helping you into the bathroom to clean you up. They ushered you back into the bed, after helping you into a new gown. As you leaned against the pillow, your eyes started to feel heavy. You rested your eyes for a bit before you heard wheels against the tile floor.

You forced them open to see a clear bassinette placed by your bed, and Max sitting in a chair with the baby in his arms.

“Hi, mijn leeuwin.” He said looking up at you. You gave him a weak smile.

“So do you have a name in mind?” The nurse asked.

“Nikita?” Max asked looking at you. He was giving you a way out if you wanted to change it.

You gave the nurse a nod, “Nikita Daniel,” The nurse nodded back to you, pulling a few papers out to write it down before leaving you, Nikita, and Max together.

You sat there in the hospital bed exhusted out of your mind, but let yourself take in the quiet of Max cooing at Nikita. You wanted Max to have as many moment with him as possible.

Max was slow to get out of the chair before walking towards you. He carefully laid Nikita against your chest. You ran a finger over Nikita’s cheek, feeling the soft skin under your fingers.

“I know your not a fan of Nikita as a name, so I thought we could call him Niki for short.” You could feel Max’s eyes trying to meet yours, but you were too busy looking at your son.

“I’m okay with Niki, but I’ll never hear the end of it from Helmut about him being named after Niki Lauda.” You looked up after hearing Max’s words.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Max, always thinking of others.

“After 12 hours of labor, Helmut doesn’t really get much of a say.” Max said nothing to that, just kissed the side of your head before pulling the chair closer to you. Max had laid Nikita in his bassinet after a while letting you get some more sleep. The nurse would come back in a couple of hours to help you breastfeed Nikita for the first time. Max looked in awe of you again, either watching you breastfeeding your child or Nikita eating straight from you. Another first for the both of you to share.

It was in the late hours of the morning that Sophie showed up with Nico holding her hand before Nico got the chance to meet his little brother for the first time.

“Come,” Max said holding your hand as you both walked to the master bedroom. “We should let the birthday boy sleep. It’s going to be a long day.”

“Do you have plans that I don’t know about?” You asked, admiring Max as he got ready for bed removing his stale plane clothes. He was all broad shoulders, and defined arms.

“Maybe.” He shrugged before pulling the bedsheets back.

“Who’d you invited?” You asked as you pushed the thick comforter towards the bottom of the bed.

“The usual people.” That just meant the grid (past and current), Martin, Max’s grandmother, Sophie, Victoria, Tom, and their kids.

“Don’t tell me you ordered a cake.” He said nothing back. You lightly shook your head, oh Max.

You remember him telling you the story of Nico’s first birthday. Max had to blow out Nico’s candle, Luka had thrown a tantrum from not taking a nap earlier in the day. Victoria had apologized profusely afterwords. You always wondered if Max had any photos of that day.

“We’ll blow out the candles for him, and I’m sure Nico will help.” Max said as you both climbed under the sheets.

He had you pulled you up against his chest with his hand resting of your hip. Your fingers were playing with his wedding band. You would have to get up soon to celebrate your son’s first birthday with the family, and somehow you didn’t feel even a little bit tired.

“Sleep mijn leeuwin,” Max muttered into your neck. You could hear that he was falling asleep just from his voice. You pulled the sheets up over your shoulders, and closed your eyes.

It was going to be a long day with people filling up the house, you would need all of the sleep that you could get. Your second oldest was turning 1 and you didn’t want to miss a second of the day.

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[henrycangelbaby]

In which: She was still so young; how could she be going off to preschool? She was still his baby. His stomach aches with the anxiety of letting his baby go; they aren't even out the door yet, and he already misses her.

Or

Logan isn't ready for his girls to grow up yet.

Logan feels sick; he feels like he might throw up at any moment. He has felt this way all morning. It's silly, really. He's been up since the crack of dawn, partially because his toddler had been crying out for her parents, and Logan, having been in and out of a fitful sleep for hours, had moved quickly to quiet her with gentle shushes and some rocking. Before he knew it, she was back asleep, her thumb tucked gently between her lips, a habit they had been trying to curb. But right now, he was too tired and stressed to pull the tiny thumb from between her tiny sweet lips. He placed her back down in her crib, kissing her head gently before pulling the door up.

He doesn't get back to sleep after that; he stays in bed next to his Y/N, his lovely wife. His heart softens to see her sleeping peacefully next to him. He loves his family more than anything—his girls—but with two kids under five (not to mention another on the way), nights are often sleepless and days busy. But that's not why he's up tonight. Of course, Amelia had been up in the early morning demanding the attention of her doting father, but he had something else on his mind.

God, it felt so silly to worry so much about something that couldn't be helped, the natural progression of his babygirls' lives, but he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He had helped her pack the backpack the night before, arguing with Issy about whether or not she was allowed to take multiple stuffed animals with her to preschool.

"I know you love him, sweetie, but Mr. Bear has to stay at home."

Issy had looked up at him with watery eyes. "But he's my best friend!" she had protested wholeheartedly, pulling the brown bear close to her chest.

"Issy, you'll make even more friends at preschool!" he had insisted. It hadn't been the right thing to say, as Issy had promptly burst into tears, scared that Mr. Bear would be angry at her for abandoning him. He had scooped his baby up, promising that Mr. Bear would be happy that she made new friends before kissing her on the head and putting Mr. Bear back on her bed.

She was still so young; how could she be going off to preschool? She was still his baby. His stomach aches with the anxiety of letting his baby go; they aren't even out the door yet, and he already misses her.

"Lo?"

He looks around to see Y/N standing in the bathroom door, clad in her PJs from last night—an old t-shirt of his that is pulled somewhat tautly around her ever-growing stomach and some shorts that were so faded that he was sure they had been with her since before their relationship.

"Hmmm," he hummed. He abandoned his spot on the edge of the bed in favor of walking up to her. He embraced her lovingly, planting a kiss on her waiting lips, one hand behind her head to keep her close and the other at the bottom of her pregnant belly.

She smiled into the kiss, lasting for a second to long before she pushed him away gently, a hand on his chest.

"Alright, pack it up, loverboy," she teased.

He pouted at her. "As much as I want to make out with you all morning, someone has to watch the kids, and I regret to inform you that they are your kids." She smiled at him before ushering him out the door with her.

The morning is strangely easy and peaceful; he finds it unnerving. Issy's bag is packed and ready by the door, and she eagerly got into her new uniform with zero argument (and only one or two wrong buttons—a win is a win). Even Amelia had chomped away eagerly in her high chair, managing to keep her food in front of her and not on the floor.

It felt like he was the only one missing out, the only one who felt so scared about this. Everyone else was in celebration, and he couldn't stop the pit of anxiousness and sadness in the pit of his stomach.

“Daddy!”

He turns around to see Issy grinning up at him proudly, fully decked out in her uniform. Her feet are in school shoes that are probably a size too big, her hair pulled back into two pigtails on either side of her head, and her comically big backpack dwarfing her small body. She pulls her hands together up by her cheeks.

“Well, aren't you just the prettiest schoolgirl to ever live?” he gushes, quickly pulling her effortlessly to sit on the edge of the bench. “I think you might just be the cutest one ever,” he continues.

She giggles up at him as he plants kisses all over her face. “Daddy, it tickles,” she says, referring to his beard. He had shaved it off for the first time since he had met Y/N when Issy was born, but he quickly decided it was not the move, simply opting to be more careful around his kids.

“Oh, my gorgeous girl!” Y/N exclaims from the bottom of the stairs.

Logan's heart melts as Issy blushes shyly.

“You look amazing, honey,” Y/N continues, leaning down to kiss her on her cheek with an exaggerated smack.

Logan quickly pulls the toddler out of her arms, taking Amelia one-armed, using his other one to hoist Issy off the counter.

“Everyone ready to go?” Y/N mumbles to him.

“Yeah.”

The ride to school is mostly silent. Technically, they are within walking distance of the preschool, but the first day already seems chaotic enough; perhaps when they get into a routine, it will be more plausible. The kids' music plays softly through the car speakers. Issy and Amelia are both content with bopping along to the soft tunes. His stomach still aches with the hurt of (not so, but it felt like it) losing his baby. He reaches out to grab Y/N’s hand, seeking comfort in the way her soft palm covers his rough hand. She pats it gently, not saying anything, only nodding in understanding. He knows that she understands his anguish; he thinks that might have been why she had held him close last night. He had felt rather guilty that, despite her closeness, he had still been unable to rest fully.

He feels sick again.

Fuck.

He is actually going to throw up.

The school comes into view; it is sweet-looking. Trees and a hedge surround the tall gate, keeping the right people in and out. He pulls the younger one out of her seat, quickly hoisting her up into his arms. He has always been keen to hold his girls, but it heightened when they were expecting again. He swore up and down that he knew Y/N was more than capable of doing things even pregnant, but just because she could didn’t mean she had to. He meets Y/N and Issy around their side of the car; Issy is practically bouncing in her shoes from excitement.

“You ready, honey?” Y/N asks excitedly.

He watches as Issy nods along happily, her pigtails moving with the quick movements. They walk towards the school; he holds on tight to his other baby, who is none the wiser, babbling to herself and gently grabbing onto the hair at the bottom of his neck.

They are greeted by a warm-looking older woman, who is quickly introduced as “Mrs. Walsh,” Issy's teacher for the year. She seems sweet and caring, but Logan can barely look her in the eyes, let alone respond to her polite chatter. He is blown out of his haze by Y/N gently patting his back. His attention is drawn to the little person staring up at him longingly.

Issy's eyes peer up at him lovingly as she addresses him. “Bye, bye, Daddy!” she says enthusiastically as he leans down to kiss her chubby cheek. He speaks lowly to hide the quiver in his voice.

“Bye, baby, have so much fun, okay?”

She nods, putting both her hands on his cheeks before kissing him again. God, she is so like her mother. He hugs her before standing up, watching as her new teacher walks her into the school. He feels a tear run down his face before he can stop it. Amelia reaches up to pat at his now wet cheeks, and Y/N pulls him close.

“She'll be fine; you know she will.”

He sighs, pulling her in even closer. “I know, that's the worst part."

The car ride home was silent, bar Amelia's quiet singing practice in the back seat. Her eyelids were drooping slightly as she absentmindedly tucked her thumb between her lips; both he and Y/N knew that they should correct this, but neither felt like doing anything about it right now. He carried a now-sleeping Amelia into the house, putting her into her cot.

“Bit early for her nap,” Y/N chuckled, her back facing him as she poured a drink for them both.

“Big morning,” he mumbled back.

Logan hardly drank anymore; he had dropped it in solidarity when Y/N had first been pregnant, and now, with such a busy household, he barely found time; he didn't find a need for it either. He could really use a glass of whiskey right now. The thought of the burn in his throat, the numbness for only a second, was making his mouth water.

The next best thing was dropped into his palm, Y/N handing him a cool glass of lemonade. He snorted at the sight of it.

“It was this or chocolate milk,” she responded bluntly. “Be grateful,” she finished.

"S'fine, Lovie, thank you."

They sipped silently for a second. It's good, despite his yearning for something stronger.

“Do you think it will get easier? The next time we do it?” he voiced his concerns vulnerably into the otherwise quiet house.

“Probably not,” she responded to him. He raised his arm, allowing her to scoot close to him, tucking her feet in between his spread legs.

“It’ll be fine,” she murmured again. “You have two more to go anyway.”

He hummed in response, kissing her head.

There was a beat before he spoke. “I think we're doing a good job."

“I think so too."

The day creeps along; his mind does not stray too far from his daughter and her first day of school. The late afternoon sneaks up on him. Suddenly it's three p.m., and he has to leave soon. He goes by himself to pick Issy up. The late afternoon brings along nap time for Amelia; he knows Y/N hadn’t intended to fall asleep, but when he sees her passed out alongside their youngest in his and Y/N’s shared bed, he doesn't have the heart to wake her.

She was always tired, especially during pregnancy. He had never taken a nap in his life until they were expecting the first time around; she had knocked out at least once a day for months, and he had often insisted on lying with her (and then accidentally falling asleep beside her).

The short drive is quiet; he lets the kids' music play softly through the speakers, unmotivated to change it for such a short amount of time. He waits anxiously outside the school, alongside the other springy parents. He doesn't smile back at the mothers who wave at him (despite the fact that it is the first day of school and he hasn't met a single other parent). He's too focused on his daughter.

The bell rings, and it doesn’t take long for young children to come barreling out towards their parents, hyperactive from the first day excitement. He peers over the crowd, trying to spot Issy, until suddenly there is a thud into his legs. He doesn’t even need to look down to know it's his daughter. Picking her up quickly, he pulls her to his side. She quickly throws her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Are you ready to go?” he asks as she nods her head, moving against his neck. She is quick to perk her head up as they begin to walk towards the car.

“Did you have a good day, baby?” he quizzes her softly, wanting to ensure that she had come to no harm.

“Yeah! I told everyone about Mr. Bear!” she rambled. “They wanted to meet him because I told them how cool he was!”

Her enthusiasm put a smile on his face. He unlocked the car, and she became serious for a second.

“Daddy,” she said, pushing herself up in his arms, placing her small hands on his broad shoulders.

“What's up?” he hummed.

“I missed you today,” she spoke shyly.

His heart felt like it was melting in his chest, his insides so warmed by her sentiment, “I missed you too, bubby, more than you know.”

She hugged him again tenderly. He let her ramble on during the car ride home, telling him excitedly about all the things she had learned and the people she had met. She greeted a now awake Y/N with an over-exaggerated kiss on her cheek.

He stood beside her as they watched Issy ambush an unsuspecting Amelia, plopping down next to her and rambling as she had done with Logan in the car. Y/N patted him gently on the back before speaking.

“You doing okay?” she asked him.

He only nodded in response before she spoke again. “Sorry for falling asleep.”

He smiled and shook her head. “That's okay, baby.”

“She had fun?”

“Yeah, it seems like it,” Logan responded. “Hopefully learned some stuff too,” he added.

Y/N only chuckled in response.

Everyone had settled into bed early. Issy, wiped out from her big day, had gone with little fuss. Amelia had been surprisingly the same, also worn out from her sister's big day. The house was quiet as Logan sat up in bed waiting for Y/N; he wasn't going to go to sleep without her. She slipped in quietly next to him as he yawned.

“Big day, huh?” She giggled, and he nodded in response, pulling them both down to lay.

“Thank you, baby,” he said.

She looked at him curiously. “Huh?"

"For our girls, our family."

“Of course, sweetie,” she responded, “you're an amazing father."

There was a beat of silence before she continued, “I'd give you a thousand more, you know.”

He cocked his eyebrow curiously, “A thousand?”

“Well...”

“I might just have to take you up on that,” he said before pulling her close, pressing a bruising kiss on her lips.

[heybrine]

Selva Collection

Hey everyone! I looooved the infants update and I decided to make this pack for our cute little ones! The Selva Collection CC Pack! It's, mostly, a base game set for babies with 18 items included.

This pack is inspired by some awesome jungle themed rooms! It is super colorful but also has neutral swatches to please everyone. From cribs to dollhouse, this pack is complete for your babies!

I am really glad how this pack came out and I hope you, and your little kiddos, likes it ❤️

Items include:

2 Cribs (rattan version and normal version)

Cute Tree Bassinet

Toddlers bed (remeshed and new swatches)

2 Rugs (Bear and Leaf)

Change Station (Pretty sure it's base game compatible)

Plain Wallpaper

Carpet New Swatches (BG)

Rocking Chair*

Trunk Nightstand

George, The Lamp

Miss Foxy (kids giant teddy bear)

Cute Jungle Decals

Play Tent*

Foxy's Toy Box (it's now functional!)

Shelf with backpacks!

Tree Dollhouse

 → GET EARLY ACESS HERE ←

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Little Space Gear: Masterlist

(Thanks @mystarrybrain15 for requesting this!)

For a lot of Littles, having gear is a very important part of regressing.  And there’s so many choices!  Food, clothes, toys, self-care–and the list goes on.  So, I thought I’d make a sort of masterlist of various gear, to hopefully give some inspiration for things you might want to add to your Little Space. 

Note, I doubt everyone uses everything on this list; we all have different preferences and needs, so use what’s comfortable for you.  Some regressors don’t use any gear at all, some use a lot; just do what makes you happy! Remember that regression doesn’t look a certain way, so you don’t have to use a specific set of gear to be valid.

Mostly, this is geared towards newer regressors, but I hope it can be helpful for anyone looking for ideas.  If you have any suggestions, then feel free to comment them and I’ll add them to the list! Happy regressing everyone!

-Marty 🎈

Pacifier

Pacifier clip

Communication cards (for nonverbal Littles)

iPad

Teether

Chewlery

Rattle

Diapers

Bubble Bath

Bath toys

Craft kits (I love the Crayola ones!)

Lotion

Baby/kid friendly soaps (the kinds that won’t sting your eyes!)

Ball pit

Playpen

Indoor slide

Play mat

Outdoor playset

Stuffed animals

Figure toys

Bubbles

Mobile

 A Little Space Journal

Stickers

Dolls

Coloring books

Crayons, markers, paints, etc

Doll house

 Kid-friendly/nostalgic video games

Chalk

A Little Space playlist

Movies/TV shows

 Snacks (fruit snacks, apple slices, carrots, candy, etc) 

Drinks (juice, milk, water, etc)

Sippy cup

Bottle

Straw cup

 Kids board/card games (Candy Land, Chutes and Ladders, Uno, etc)

 Blanket

Storybooks

Audio books

Bib

Bath bombs

Crib

Backpack (for carrying other gear in)

Kids dishware

Fidget toys

 White noise machine or app

 Pajamas, onesies, or whatever clothes make you feel small

Kids apps

Busy board

 Puzzles

Activity books

Headphones

Tent

Magnet toys

Baby powder

Shape sorter

Ring stacker

Sensory bin

Kinetic sand

Musical instrument

Lego/Lego Duoplo

Blocks

[pagesfromthevoid]

Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 4

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Sexual tension. Mutual pining, though they’re both oblivious. Din is a simp for pretty things that are nice to his son

Author’s Note: Spring break ends for me tomorrow and I return to teaching children of my own at work so expect postings to become a bit erratic again. The goal, as always, is to post at least once a week. We shall see. But thank you for all the support and excitement about this story!! Makes my heart happy 🥹🥹

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The Child

It wasn’t a long hike back to the ship, though it certainly wasn’t a short one. She had been on the lam for only a few days now, but her legs ached and she longed for a break. If it wasn’t for the fact that the Mandalorian was taking her back to Senex, she would have been thankful for the chance to sleep somewhere secure.

What a shame her security was just collecting his credits.

Behind her, the baby giggled and bounced the toy she’d given him. She smiled as she slowed, walking alongside the pod now. The child held the toy to her, and she patted the head gently. In front of her, the hunter glanced over his shoulder, as if to check she was still there.

She tried to ignore him, though whenever she caught a glimpse of him, her chest tightened. It was an involuntary reaction; one she knew painfully well as the start of something she shouldn’t want. But their close encounter with her mother’s droids brought them close together —closer than she’d been with anyone in some time —and the feel of his armor under her palms was cool against her panicked heated skin.

It was a dangerous game; one she knew wouldn’t end well for either of them.

The child hummed as they approached a ship that sat alone in Nevarro’s volcanic plain. The Mandalorian lifted his wrist, tapping into the pad that rested there. The hatch to the hull lowered slowly as they approached, and he motioned for her to go ahead of him.

“You can have the bunk,” he offered, pointing to the back of the ship as they boarded.

She glanced back at the bed —small, cramped, and certainly not what she was used to but far better than the ones she’d been sleeping in that week. Her bones ached for a chance to lay down, to relax and sleep without worrying about someone finding her. Since she was already caught, it didn’t really matter, did it? And she wasn’t going to deny the chance to sleep comfortably before she left the galaxy for good.

“I appreciate it,” she offered, setting her backpack on the bed, opening it before looking around the hull of the ship. “Where will you sleep?”

“If I do,” he responded simply, pushing the child’s crib gently so it hovered in the corner. “The floor.”

Her hands froze in her bag, and she turned back to him with a frown. “You cannot sleep on the floor of your own ship.”

“I have before.”

“I will,” she insisted, taking her bag back into her arms. “I am technically your captive anyway, it’s only fair.”

The Mandalorian stared at her, and she suddenly decided she did not like the expressionless face that was before her. Her ability to read people was something she was quite proud of. Years of honing it and learning to decipher meaning in body language was a great tool for anyone wishing to enter the political world. People were easy to read; their faces told so much without saying a word. But with his helmet on, it masked everything and she couldn’t determine a thing about what he was thinking or feeling. It was frustrating to say the least.

“No,” was all he responded with.

“Yes.”

“It’s the bed or it’s the carbonite. Take your pick, princess.”

Her mouth snapped shut, though not necessarily because of the threat. She would take the damn bed; it was a ridiculous argument. And if she was locked away, then she couldn’t fulfill her last attempt at salvation. The threat wasn’t the problem —it was the name. She was used to being addressed as such, but it was with respect. Adoration, awe.

It should have felt patronizing, the way he spoke to her. Rude, pushy. But something about the tone, behind the modulator of his helmet, made the nickname feel…electric. It struck her like lightning, making her toes curl in her boots and the hair stand up on her arms.

She thanked the Maker for the long sleeve shirt she wore for hiding her skin. The hunter was a man of details; it was part of his job description. If he noticed that the way he spoke to her did…anything to her, she wasn’t sure she’d make it to the end of the week without ruining two lives: her own and his.

While she wasn’t entirely sure why the name made her react in such a way, she knew what it meant. Flustered and warm from the thought —especially with how close they were earlier…Maker help her, because he was solid and strong and even if he was taking her to the end of her life…she felt safe. And she knew it was a terrible idea.

Which made the next thing she said completely and utterly inappropriate.

“If you change your mind, I’m sure we can make it work for two.”

*****

If she saw Din tense, she didn’t mention anything as she turned away from him and started to unpack. He simply stood there for a moment, staring at her back, unable to focus. Combined with how close they were prior to being on the ship —how warm she was pressed against him, with wide eyes and her hands on him —her comment was too much.

Din just…nodded in response, knowing she could not see him, and turned to climb the ladder to the cockpit. Grogu babbled behind him, though did not follow like he usually did. Din didn’t want to turn around; he couldn’t look at her. Not…not from behind, at least. Not right now.

“Grogu,” he ordered, hovering just barely off the ground as he clung to the ladder.

“Grogu?” She asked, and Din could hear her turn to face him. “Is that his name?”

Grogu cooed again, climbing from his pod to get onto the bed. Din silently cursed, being forced to climb down and face her. She sat beside the child, offering her finger to him with a soft smile. It was that softness that drew Din in more.

“He can stay down here with me, Mandalorian. I don’t mind.”

Din sighed heavily, shaking his head. “No, he can’t. He’s just…he’ll cause you trouble.”

She laughed then. A wonderful sound —light, genuine and all consuming. He wanted to hear it again; be the cause of it.

He was playing a dangerous game, he realized. One that he should have known better than to have even started.

“How much trouble can a child cause on this ship?” She countered as her laughter faded off, lifting Grogu into her lap. “He simply wants attention; he’s just a baby, after all.”

“He’s fifty,” Din corrected. Though technically she was right. Grogu was just a child by the standards of…whatever his people were.

“And not a day over.” She lifted Grogu in the air above her, smiling at him adoringly. “Let him stay with me. I’ll read to him, I’m sure you want a break —some privacy for your own sanity.”

Din swallowed hard, wondering if she knew about the dilemma he was facing regarding her. Or if she simply was being genuine for the sake of it. Given how she was looking at his child, hardly at the hunter himself, Din assumed she just…she was nice.

That wasn’t a good word to describe her. But he couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“That’s…thank you. That’s kind of you.”

“You’re just lucky he’s sweet,” she teased, looking back at Din finally with the same smile she had given Grogu.

With that, she set Grogu on the bed and pulled a book from her backpack as well as a parcel that was wrapped neatly. She glanced over her shoulder, giving Din a playful but pointed look.

“Go, Mandalorian.”

“Mando,” he finally corrected, turning to climb into the cockpit once more.

She repeated his nickname to herself and Grogu, and Din couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips. Far less formal, just like he thought. It wasn’t laced with fear, or anger. It just felt soft, spoken like she had known him as a friend and not the man who was collecting a bounty on her head.

It was then that Din suddenly realized another dangerous dilemma:

He didn’t want to collect the bounty anymore.

———

Taglist (OPEN): @r4iner

[cheshirecatuniverse]

If Rocky had a baby sister

notes: this may be off canon a little!! im making rocky late twenties-ish. featuring: white rascals

The most important thing for Rocky is for his little sister to be able to sleep safely under a roof. From the moment he finished the last meal his mother ever made for him, he had went to the portable crib that she was sleeping soundly in, carried her carefully, and never looked back.

He lived paycheck to paycheck until he opened Club Heaven. Do you know how expensive formula is?? Rocky had to learn, and learn how to raise a baby all together.

White Rascals wouldn't know about Rocky's sister until he would allow them to know.

Koo, however, would slowly learn about it due to the odd errands he gets every so often. Like buying $3 watercolors and disney princess cups.

Then, finally, during the daytime, Rocky walks in Club Heaven with a small child holding his hand.

Kizzy was the most offended from the secret while Kaito was indifferent.

Koo was the most nonchalant and was silently patting himself in back for being a good detective.

"Well, what is she doing here then?" Kizzy says as she looks across the room. His sister sitting on one of the white couches, swinging her feet happily as she goes through her backpack.

"The nanny is sick," Rocky sighs, not entirely convinced this is the best idea. Little did he know this wouldn't be the last time.

His sister would be shy at overwhelming new faces. Hiding or revolving near her big brother for some time.

Koo would be the most patient with her, kneeling down with a warm expression and asking if she was hungry, thirsty, or wanted to watch something on one of the Club Heaven TVs.

Sometimes, when the Club Heaven dancers come in way early before opening hours, they like to coo and awe at how adorable Rocky's little sister is.

Kizzy is quick to spoil her, making sure she gets lollipops from Rocky's stash. Brushing her hair or playing games while Rocky's busy.

"Kizzy, Kizzy, Kizzy," She heard little footsteps running at her, tugging at her jacket. "It's ballerina time!"

Kaito watched as the two posed and twirled around for a good 10 minutes.

At the start of the school year, Rocky made sure to walk his sister inside. As soon as she saw where she was supposed to go, she turned around and nudged Rocky away with her small hands.

In her little voice, she looked up to him and said, "I don't need you now, Rocky. Byebye."

He locked himself in his lounge at Club Heaven for a good hour. Koo, standing by the entrance, could hear sniffling.

Rocky cooks like a michelin chef, no one will ever compare to her big brother's cooking.

Rocky tries to give her the very best of anything and everything. She spoiled in toys, clothing, and most importantly, love.

Rocky always, always, reminds her that if anyone tries to hurt her or she feels uncomfortable with someone that she should tell him. He thinks it's important to have her trust at an early age, wanting to protect his little sister always.

She would want to have tea parties, with Rocky, and of course, he would do what she asked.

At random times, she'd run up to him and drag him to the living room so that they could build the worlds biggest pillow fort.

One time, she'd asked to put sticker rhinestones on his grill, and he has a problem of not saying no to her, so he lets it happen.

After she stuck a bunch of those plastic rhinestones on his teeth, she turned off the lights to the room. Rocky was confused until a flashlight was aimed at his teeth.

She cheered, "Party time!"

Rocky was a walking disco ball.

Once a week, she'd want a night where she and Rocky would wear face masks and make him paint her nails, and Rocky honestly has no idea where she got the idea from?? But he very quickly learned how to paint her little nails, the bright pink she'd like, without messing up.

He has five albums worth of baby pictures. (He's the 'BITCH I'M A MOTHER, NO DRAMA'.)

Obviously, Rocky has been getting into fights his whole life. But when his sister was old enough to notice the scratches and bruises she'd care a lot.

"Shhh, Shhh," Rocky would gently call her name as she cried at the sight. She was scared. He had knelt down, wiping her tears with his sleeve. "I'm okay. I promise I'm okay."

She jumped in for a hug and he continued to soothe her.

"You pinky promise?"

"I pinky promise."

When she was learning to speak, his favorite thing to that she would repeat was, "I love you." Before he'd leave the house, he would call to her and he'd say it, and then she would with a hug. He'd wondered how such a small human being could give the world's biggest hugs.

As a toddler, she'd wake up at random hours of the night. When he saw her up from her crib, he'd sit right next to it and sing her something so she'd fall asleep. Sometimes, she would even hum along, which was the most adorable thing imaginable.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," Rocky would sing.

"Aaaaa, Aaaaa, Aaaa," She would blabber with him.

Moments like those reminded him he still had a family. She was her family, and that could be enough for him.

[darkherolovercroissant]

What Lies Beneath

Library 📚

Simon Ghost Riley

Warnings: Mentions of angst, fluff. Ghost being the best dad. I had to jump on Dad Ghost trope.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Simon Riley, a man that’s been through a lot in his life. A man that has been to the darkest part of his mind, yet still is more level headed than most. A man that has been alone for so long that when he finally had someone, he believed it would be some stupid dream and often panicked if you weren’t in bed when he woke up.

Simon was many things, more bad than good, but you still loved him. He couldn’t believe his luck that life had given him something to love and love him back. That was all he wanted, he accepted that you would be all he would have in life. However he wasn’t expecting to come home from a mission to learn he was gonna have a baby joining the little family soon.

You two were polar opposites and that’s why you meshed well. You were the calm and loving one, while Simon was the aggressive and headstrong one. You were peacefully sleeping for once as you entered the eight month of pregnancy, while Simon was wide awake. His hand rubbing your stomach as your baby started kicking. He felt it and for the first time since you two got married, he smiled. His little baby kicked again and he swore the whole world finally started spinning his way for once.

With every traumatic thing he’s witnessed, Simon was unfazed with you giving birth. He allowed you to squeeze the hell out of his hand. When you both heard those little cries, you both relaxed and Simon kissed your head before checking up on the baby.

“Congrats, it’s a boy.” The doctor says

Flash forward to a year later and a very sleepy baby Riley cuddled up in his fathers arms as Simon went towards his crib. Placing the little boy down, he had then joined you in bed and almost crashed for the night. Not before rubbing his hand on your growing baby bump. He was excited to welcome a new baby into the small family.

———

The Riley boys were the scariest part of coming home. You never knew where those three could be and you wouldn’t until they attacked.

Simon would tell them to attack and your 5 and 4 year old would attack you while Simon would “finish you off” before they ran off and set up again. They were trouble, but you loved your boys so much.

Simon crawled into bed that night with a smirk on his face as he pulled you closer.

“I want another.” He smirks

“Oh for crying out loud. You trying to increase your army?” You tease as his hands start removing your clothing.

“I was thinking on trying for a little girl. Maybe give the boys a run for their money.”

“We both know you’ll find a way to capture our daughters heart. I’m outnumbered in this house” you were laughing as his lips leave marks on your neck.

“I’m not complaining.” Simon shrugs smugly.

—————

“So you can tie fancy knots, but you can’t braid your daughters hair?” You short as your little girl comes into the dining area with messy hair.

“I tried. She won’t sit still” Simon shrugs

“Mommy, can you fix it?” She asks and you just snort again before fixing her hair.

She is cuddled up in her fathers jumper as she lays on his chest while he’s watching a movie that she asked him to watch with her. His babies were his pride and joy. He never thought he would have something like this, but he’s glad he’s finally got it.

His family is his source of happiness and security. He would fight anyone who dare hurt his family. He was in shit with you when he gave his daughter a knife to teach the kid who yanked her pigtails a “lesson”. His baby girl giggled and ran off to put it in her backpack when you caught her.

Simon was in shit, but he didn’t care. He even voluntarily dropped the kids off at school and then had a ‘talk’ with the boy. Needless to say, the boy was told that if he touched his little girl again, he would live to regret it.

So now you had a husband that threatened children….no shortage of interesting topics for tea time with others.

And now he sat in a helicopter with his heart beating as he was finally going home after weeks away for some mission. His exterior was cold and unwelcoming, but on the inside he was smiling and wanting to get home as fast as he could.

It just goes to show that the true meaning of everything is what lies beneath.

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[mariesjordans]

I lost the ask box for it but I was asked for headcanons for mariejordan as parents/pregnant Marie so here they are :

If you thought Jordan was over protective before? You can assume Marie can’t even go to the bathroom alone

Jordan makes a point to brush her stomach when they walk by often

Marie’s mood swings could make the strongest of soldiers cry Jordan tries to make sure their friends don’t take it personally

Jordan finds any reason to get their arms around her, especially when they cuddle in bed

Lots of Jordan standing across the room with puppy eyes after any minor inconvenience Marie has and lots of Marie reminding them they both decided this together

Their first is a babygirl

Jordan bursts into tears when they first see her, and the second time, and the third

They name their girl after Marie’s mother and she has both of their last names

Marie heals immediately but Jordan still treats her like glass after the fact

On the drive home Jordan is almost always 10 under the speed limit claiming it’s for the baby and not their own nerves

It takes a good 3 weeks for Marie to get Jordan to hand the baby to anyone that isn’t her

You have to wash your hands before, during, and after holding their babygirl and wear a mask or Jordan will attempt to ensure you never hold her again, Marie reassures you they’re joking (they’re not)

Jordan gets in the crib to soothe her some nights

They have a talk about the kind of parents they wanna be, Jordan having the overwhelming need to be better than their dad, Marie wanting to be the mother she didn’t get to have

They end up having 3 kids, they have powers

Their oldest girl has both their powers, their middle boy has Marie’s, their youngest girl has Jordan’s

Marie runs her house like the navy, Jordan would fold for their kids after one tear

Jordan still tries to uphold their badass reputation amongst the PTA while wearing their babygirl’s care-bear backpack

As soon as Marie steps foot in the door and everyone is up past bedtime they know they’re in trouble, Jordan included

Marie has to pull Jordan out the door for date night as they protest Emma babysitting

They take weekends to teach the kids their powers, Marie tells Jordan it’s important to her as soon as possible and they know why and agree on an age

Their oldest girl struggles having so much to learn and one day Marie sits down for a one on one to tell her about how she struggled too, and even opens up about her grandparents

Jordan holds her as she cries that night

The kids sleep in their bed more than they do their own, Jordan often wakes up with a onesie covered foot in their face and hair in their mouth

Jordan is the cook of the family but they’re slowly teaching Marie over the years

Jordan let’s their youngest daughter sit in their lap with an unplugged controller while they play video games

Their middle child watches property brothers all the time even though Marie tries to suggest other things

Jordan let’s the girls do their hair however they want to and Marie sneaks pictures

Jordan’s lock screen is Marie and the kids knocked out on the couch

I have like 10 million ideas I can go on forever let me know if anybody wants more or headcanons I have for anything else! :)

[simstorian-blog]

Sandtrap Flat

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Bedford Strait

Lot Size:  30 x 20

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

For Rent

Get Famous

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High School Years

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Parenthood

Strangerville

Kits

Desert Luxe Kit

Build Mode

Felixandre

Soho Pt. 2 (Light Switch Medium, Metal Door Medium)

Harlix

Orjanic Pt.1 (Glass Roof 2)

Harrie

Klean Pt. 2

Klean Pt. 3

Kwatei Pt. 1 (Double Arch Short, Front Door Glass- Medium, Front Door Solid – Short)

Peacemaker

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Anye

Prio (Duvet)

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Awingedllama

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BlueTeas

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CharlyPancakes

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BubbleGum (Calendar, Color Candle I Big)

Busy Bee (Glass Jars, Pen Holder, Pencil Case)

Cozy Cocina

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CowBuild

Minotti Ottoman I

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 3 (Desktop)

Kyoto Pt. 3 (Bath Tray)

Shop The Look S1 (Magazine Stand, Tassel Rug)

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Jardane (Counter, Grill, Sink – Deep)

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Livin’ Rum (Bookstand, Coffee Table Book, Frame Tv, Stacking Box)

Orjanic Pt. 2 (Foxglove Vase)

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 1 (Sink, Shelves)

Brutalist Bathroom (Bathtub, Block Vanity – Centre/Curved Left & Right, Frame Mirror – Large, Rectangular Sink, Shower, Tiled Decorative Shelf)

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Pierisim

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David’s Apartment Pt. 2 (Nightstand, Open Book, Pile of Jumpers 2, Pile of Trousers 1 & 2, Shoes, Wooden Side Table)

MCM Pt. 3 (Metal Sconce 2, Narrow Rug Long, Narrow Rug Short, Wall Mounter Accent Table)

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Kind of Modular (Books, Deco Jar)

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Sooky88

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Canggu Pt. 3 (Pillows I)

Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow – Solids)

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[jungle-angel]

A Rose By Any Other Name (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett can't decide on a name for your baby girl, but thanks to your oldest, she chooses her name

No sooner had Rhett opened the door than Amy, Hannah, Tatum and Tanner came barreling through the door, hanging their flannels up in the mudroom on the coat hooks and dumping their backpacks on the bench.

"Hey! Hey! You little varmits better keep it down! Your mother's resting!"

The babies didn't seem to be listening as they barreled right down to their playroom to settle in and play before dinner. The smell of a roast chicken in the oven and the smell of a freshly made spice cake for dessert had filled the whole house. Rhett went upstairs to find you folding up a newly crocheted blanket that had been made from pale purple and peridot green colored yarn, soft and silky, just like the others you had made for the older children in your household.

"What'd the doctor tell ya'll about bein up Mrs. Abbott?" Rhett purred, kissing your cheek.

"Rhett c'mon," you chuckled. "I'm fine."

His hands found their way to your large bump, growing larger still as the baby girl within continued to grow. He smiled when he felt her little feet pressing against his palms, rolling over until her little butt rested against his hands.

"Jeez, she's definitely following in her brothers' footsteps," he laughed.

You laughed yourself, adjusting your loose red flannel shirt. You and Rhett were eagerly counting down the days when she would arrive, putting together the nursery with the help of Wes, Nora and Wes's mother. You weren't even finished with the room, the crib still in production in the woodshed along with the other furniture. Only the walls had been done, yet if anything was certain, you and Rhett would get it done no matter what.

"Is Wes coming by later?" you asked.

"Yep," Rhett answered. "Gonna work on the crib as soon as he's got the cows in."

"Russ?"

"Got something goin on for a family friend and he can't come yet," Rhett told you. "Nona's comin though. She and Ma are gonna see if they can get the horses bedded down for Dad."

You and Rhett peered out the window to find Royal and John Two-Feathers, a close friend of Wes's family, in the driveway, their trucks both parked close to each other and John shaking with victory as he and Royal both caught each other in a tight embrace.

"Looks like John's had a good day," you remarked.

"Big day for him," Rhett said, folding up another soft little blanket. "Finally got custody of his youngest grandkid and paid off the house all at once."

The day went on as it always did, with one thing after another finally coming together. Rhett, Wes and Royal all worked on the furniture for the nursery in the woodshed while Cecelia and Winona got the horses bedded down and the grand-ghouls fed. By the time dinner was done, it had grown pitch black and freezing out, the babies all having just had hot baths and were all dressed in their warm flannel pjs as they crawled into bed with their own crocheted blankies and their favorite stuffies.

"Alright Hannah," Rhett told one of the girls. "Go pick a book off the shelf and I'll read to you."

Hannah zipped off to her room and began searching the shelves for a book while Rhett came into your shared bedroom and crawled into bed beside you.

"We still need to decide on a name," he mumbled into the curve of your neck, his hand resting right on your bump.

You groaned at the thought. You and Rhett had gone through just about every single name for girls in the little book Cecelia had given you, but none of them really seemed to fit. You and Rhett felt like you were both at a dead end with it.

"Daddy, Daddy I've got a book!" Hannah chirped as she crawled into the bed.

"Sweet pea, be careful," Rhett warned. "Give Mommy some room."

Hannah scooted in between you and handed Rhett her book, one of the American Girl books that she and Amy shared. You and Rhett both smiled, knowing they were the girls' favorites.

As Rhett read from the book, telling the tale of Kaya, you felt the baby beginning to stir inside you, her little feet kicking around everywhere as though she were trying to tell you something. You laughed a little bit as your palms moved over the spots where you felt the kicking.

"What's so funny (y/n)?" Rhett asked.

"I think baby girl just picked her name," you answered.

Rhett repeated the name, putting his hand on your belly and sure enough, he felt those same stirrings that you had felt before, the two of you laughing at your little one having just picked her name.

Three months later, Kaya Rose Abbott is born, her tiny little form made even tinier when she's held by Rhett for the first time. You smile happily when you see Rhett sitting with her in the rocker as the snow flies outside the window, knowing your little princess is safe and warm in her daddy's arms and snuggled in her new blanket and knowing that you and Rhett can laugh at how she had chosen her name.

[maye-danielle]

Gathering Diaper Supplies

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1

Choose an area to change your baby's diaper. Set up 1-2 diaper changing spaces in easy-to-access places in your home. For example, you could set up a changing table in the nursery, your bedroom, or near a bathroom. If you don't want to use a changing table, you can easily change the baby's diaper on a comfortable flat surface (like a bed or on the floor). Put down a diaper changing pad on the surface to prevent messes.

Choose convenient diaper changing areas based on where your family spends the most time.

It's a good idea to pack a diaper bag or backpack with some diapering supplies. Keep the diaper bag in the changing area so you can stock it and then grab the bag when you need to leave the house.

2

Organize the changing area. You might need more than just a diaper and some wipes to change the baby. Keep things organized and easy to find by using dividers, containers, and small baskets. This way you know right where something is if you need it quickly.

For example, it will help to have a drawer or basket that has extra pajamas or pacifiers if your baby needs a change in the middle of the night.

3

Stock up on diapers and wipes. Newborn babies can go through 8 to 10 diapers a day, so keep a lot of clean ones nearby. They should be easy to reach so you don't have to step away from your baby during the diaper change. You'll also need to keep wipes nearby to wipe your baby's bottom.[14]

If you're constantly refilling the diapers at your diaper changing station, consider leaving a new box of diapers in the same room. This way, you'll never be completely out.

4

Store diaper cream or petroleum jelly. Babies frequently get rashes, and you might need to apply diaper cream or petroleum jelly. Keep tubes of these at your diaper changing area so you can easily use them when you notice a rash.[15]

It's also a good idea to keep these in your diaper bag so you can treat your baby's rash when you're out together.

5

Have a place to put soiled diapers. Decide how you'd like to dispose of or handle the soiled diapers. For example, if you're using disposable diapers, set up a trash can or odor-sealing canister. If you're using cloth diapers, you may want to set up a wet pail where you can store the diapers until you're ready to wash them.[16]

It's a good idea to keep hand sanitizer nearby to quickly clean your hands before you wash them in the bathroom. Remember to keep the hand sanitizer out of your baby's reach.

6

Keep distractions nearby. As the baby gets older, you'll need to distract them during diaper changes.[17] Distracting the baby with a toy, object, or book will also keep the baby from grabbing soiled diapers or squirming during the diaper change. Consider keeping some of these near your diaper changing station:[18]

Small board books

Pacifiers

Toy keys

Rattles

7

Store changes of clothing and extra sheets. If your baby has leaked through their diaper, you'll need to have a change of clothes close by. Keep several clean onesies at the changing area just in case. You should also have a few sets of clean crib sheets in case these get dirty.[19]

If your changing table has a soft, removable cover, you should also have an extra clean cover in case the baby gets the cover dirty during the diaper change.