#Breastfeeding Best Practices

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10 Measures for Successful Breastfeeding

Dr. Nirmal Jain Paediatrics Specialist Institute of Human Reproduction

It is important that while discharging a nursing mother from hospital 0r 1st contact of nursing mother in OPD the following measures to be explained to the mother for successful breast feeding:

Only mother’s milk up to six month of age.

Up to to six month of age, no artificial milk, non water, gripe water, janamghuti, honey, tulsi to be given to the baby.

Sometimes you may wonder whether your milk is sufficient or not for the baby. You should not worry if baby is passing urine six or seven times a day. It may be less than 6 times in the first 7 days.

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Shatter With Me | Epilogue: Room 613

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You’re sleeping just a few feet away, exhausted from your journey into motherhood. Jungkook isn’t certain he’s ever seen someone so strong and resilient. Nineteen hours of blood, sweat, and tears—watching you bring his son into the world flooded his life with light in the form of cherubic cheeks and the long, dark lashes that fan over them as he slumbers, too.

Jungkook isn’t certain he’ll ever be able to express to you what it all means to him—what he means to him.

Seojun.

The sweet bundle Jungkook can’t bring himself to put down in the bassinet provided by the hospital. He’s afraid if he puts Seojun down that he might miss something. He knows that’s a bit silly, as his son is only a few hours old at this point—but, just in case.

There are a million reasons for the multitude of feelings that are consuming Jungkook right now. But, the foremost is everything in this very room. Room 613, the labor and delivery suite which will be his sanctuary for the next day until he gets to take you and his son home.

Home. That’s another item on the list of reasons. The unit he purchased, the one he surprised you with that special night—the night you pulled down all the walls in and around him—all those weeks ago. He wanted to go to dinner so he could surprise you with the keys. You clearly had picked up on his excitement, but he tried to play it cool…until he got his hands on you, at least, then his control slipped away with each sweep of his hands and pluck of your lips.

Jungkook chose the unit, which just so happened to be in the same complex as his soon-to-be previous condo, that you put at the top of the ‘wants’ list you were keeping. It’s almost twice as big as his old one, boasting an additional bedroom and full bathroom with a private infinity pool and balcony. It’s one of the higher-tier units available in the community.

With the combined efforts between you and himself, plus the additional profit from selling his old unit, it wasn’t that much of a step up as far as cost goes. Plus, it practically comes with built-in babysitters in the form of Taehyung and Jimin. The moment they found out Seojun was welcomed into the world, they hadn’t stopped asking to come see him; all in due time.

For now, though, he wants to enjoy this quiet bubble a little longer—just Seojun, Jungkook, and the woman he has come to love in ways he never thought imaginable. It might have started out as a different kind of love, but it surely has grown and evolved into something he wants nothing more than to covet and foster further.

Jungkook once thought he knew what love was; that what he felt for Jiyoon was love. But, it doesn’t even begin to hold a candle to the inferno you’ve introduced into his heart and soul. You are the sun, blazing bright and all-consuming.

Seojun stirs in Jungkook’s arms, wiggling his arms and hands free of the blanket swaddle; the olive green onesie underneath a gift from Taehyung. Round, sleepy eyes, so like his own, blink up at him. Seojun’s rounded lips, a feature Jungkook is certain he got from you, form into a pucker before popping open in a wide yawn. A small line forms between his son's brows before that yawn turns into a soft whine, and Jungkook automatically goes into comfort mode.

Checking down the mental list, Jungkook changes Seojun’s diaper, pats his back in a soothing manner, and most everything else the half dozen baby books he read suggested for calming fussy babies. When nothing else works to quell Seojun’s soft cries, Jungkook moves over to the bed you’re still sound asleep on and taps you gently on the shoulder.

“Babe,” Jungkook whispers.

It takes you a moment to rouse, your sleepy eyes blinking up at him as you roll over onto your back. A slow smile pulls at your lips as your eyes brighten a bit more once they land on Seojun.

“Is everything okay?”

“I think someone is hungry.” Jungkook gives you a sheepish, lopsided grin. 

You click the button on your bed and it automatically begins to lift into an upright position. “Aw, poor guy. Come here.” Jungkook passes Seojun into your waiting arms.

Jungkook is certain that no matter how many times he witnesses the care you provide to Seojun, he’ll never not be awed by it. It’s not weird or awkward watching as you untie the fastening on your hospital gown and reveal your swollen breasts, if anything, it’s beautiful.

The lactation consultant who came by shortly after Seojun was born explained all the intricacies of breastfeeding and the changes your body might experience. Jungkook finds it utterly fascinating, the way Seojun roots around until his mouth finds what he needs.

You sigh, your lids drooping low as you hide a yawn behind a hand. Exhaustion still lingers in your eyes, but they’re also full of life as they drop from Jungkook’s gaze to Seojun contentedly nursing.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook means that, saying it with as much reverence as he can muster.

“You come here, too,” you tell Jungkook, patting the open space on the bed beside you.

It’s a tight fit sliding in next to you, and Jungkook is certain if a nurse comes in, they might disapprove, but he can’t deny you anything. You lean your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, snuggling into his side the best you can with a baby cradled against your chest.

A comfortable time passes as Seojun takes his fill before falling back into a quiet slumber. You press a soft kiss to Seojun’s brow before passing him back to Jungkook. Jungkook helps you to resecure the drape of your gown and then hooks a finger under your chin and tilts your head up so he can press his lips to yours, whispering encouragement for you to get some more rest.

You smile dreamily up at him before clicking to lower the bed just a bit, and nuzzling further into his side to do just that. Within minutes, your chest is rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

Jungkook isn’t sure what the future holds, but as long as he can have many more moments like this, everything else seems so insignificant. Shifting Seojun in his arms, Jungkook gets comfortable, and his eyes flick up to the TV mounted in the corner of the room. An amused smirk tilts the corner of his mouth as he reads the auto-generated captions scrolling across the bottom of the screen. A news anchor is on the screen, their mouth moving with silent words, the volume on the TV muted.

BREAKING NEWS: ACTOR DOHYUN KIM, FORMER CLIENT OF KIM EXCLUSIVES, CAUGHT IN SALACIOUS SCANDAL. SOURCES SUGGEST HE HAS BEEN HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH HIS MANAGER AND THAT SHE IS CARRYING HIS CHILD…

Shaking his head, Jungkook focuses back on his son. “Jeon Seojun,” Jungkook murmurs in a whisper so soft, it’s more breath than sound so as to not wake you, “one day, I’m going to tell you the story about how you came to be in this world. It’s not going to be as pretty as some stories, but not as sad as others, either. It’s special, unique to you and this beautiful woman sleeping beside us. She doesn’t know it yet, or rather, I haven’t gathered the balls enough to say it to her, but I love her. I really do. Which, some might find a bit crazy, considering it’s only been a short time and everything else we’ve been through…but, I think that makes me love her even more.” Jungkook sniffs, fighting back the sudden tidal wave of emotions threatening to consume him.

You came into his life, a quiet, professional observer who opened an entirely new world for him. He was young and naive, and he wanted nothing more than to be successful and achieve his dreams. Seven years of nothing but support and help helped him achieve all of that and more. Does he wish he had realized his feelings sooner? That he had acted on them before Jiyoon could pull the wool over his eyes?

Sure. He supposes so. Who wouldn’t want that?

But, deep down, Jungkook knows that if he hadn’t experienced the last seven years the way he had, there’s no telling if he would be who he needs to be for you. In many ways, Jiyoon helped him to see exactly what he needed and wanted in a personal capacity. The ups and downs helped him to grow, to learn, and to become the man he is now—the one you and Seojun deserve. 

A man once broken, now slowly being put back together; mended by you.

A/N: Want to see what comes next for JK and his FMC? Mended By You, the follow-up to Shatter With Me, is officially in the works!

The special character POV chapter will come next and tells various events from Jiyoon's perspective across the span of this story, as well as events not seen here 👀

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he holds the baby for the first time | nct dream

➸ note; hehe bit of a long one bc i love my dreamies <3

➸ word count; 4313 words

➸ lucas, tengfei, moonbyeol, dalgun, chaeyeon, caihong & chunae; aged newborn

➸ warning(s); breastfeeding? labour, c-sections, stitches, injection mention, blood mention

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mark

Mark’s entire world had been turned upside down in a matter of a few hours. Just four hours ago, he was working hard at dance practice, and now he was a father. He felt so many things, shock being the most prominent, shared with complete awe and love for you and your new son. The fact that he hadn’t held your newborn yet hadn’t even crossed his mind, he was far more concerned with both of your health and wellbeing, considering you’d had no pre-natal care. The hours dragged on, the amount of nurses and doctors coming in finally beginning to thin out. Your son had been laying on your chest for quite some time, having eaten and been burped already. You were so exhausted, a mixture of the birth and the late hour, but Mark was still wide awake, mind racing. However, managers and staff keep disappearing and reappearing, talking to Mark and whoever was on the phone in rapid speech. Mark could see the way it was affecting you, the way you move to almost protect your baby from the outsiders.  

‘You should get some sleep,’ he murmurs, noticing your eyes dropping closed and then opening again.

‘I can’t look away from him,’ you admit, ‘he’s so perfect.’

‘I know, baby, but you need to rest,’ Mark reaches out a hand and brushes your hair from your face, ‘besides, I haven’t held him yet.’

Your eyes widen a little, ‘oh, of course not, I’m sorry.’

Mark chuckles, ‘it’s okay, it’s important he gets to know his mama. I’ll keep an eye on him while you nap, okay? I’ll wake you if he needs anything.’

‘Okay,’ you sit up slightly. The handover is awkward, it being the first time you’d done it, but eventually Mark has the tiny baby in his arms, kissing your forehead before murmuring a ‘goodnight, I love you,’ and settling into the armchair beside your bed.

‘Love you. Please keep him here,’ you mumble, turning onto your side and closing your eyes.

‘I will, don’t worry sweetheart.’

Mark is quiet for a few minutes, gently yet stiffly rocking the baby back and forth, examining his face and all the details. The baby looked so much like him, and he knew it, feeling an enormous sense of pride at the boy’s identical nose and eyes, that he’d seen in baby photos of his own over the years. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he begins to talk to his son, wishing the infant to get used to his voice.

‘Hey, baby boy,’ Mark begins, lightly shushing the baby when he fusses, ‘it’s okay, everything is just fine.’

You were just on the verge of falling asleep when you hear Mark’s voice, heart warming at the sound of the love of your life talking to your firstborn.

‘I didn’t even know you existed a few hours ago, but God, I love you. More than anything. You’re so perfect, such a beautiful baby, all from your mama. She did so well, didn’t she? Carried you for all that time… I promise I’ll be here for you, always. Everything I do from now on is for you and your mummy/mommy.’

You still lay awake, eyes filled with hot tears at the pure love that overcomes you. 

Mark is silent for a few moments, staring back into his son’s deep brown eyes, ‘I promise I won’t let you down. I love you, son.’

renjun

This was the moment Renjun had been anticipating since the moment you found out you were pregnant. He’d been terrified at the time, the pregnancy was unexpected and Renjun wasn’t sure he was ready or capable of being a father. At the same time, Renjun’s thoughts were filled with questions and worries about your baby. What would the baby look like? How big would the baby be? Would they come during the day or the night? But his biggest fear of all, was that your baby wouldn’t like him. He didn’t have the best luck with other member’s babies; generally they would cry and protest in his arms. He tried to prevent this, doing any and every bonding exercise with your bump that he could think or read about, hoping that when your son arrived he would feel comfortable and safe with him.

‘Jun?’ You’d been holding the baby for over an hour, having some skin to skin and your first feed. Renjun froze a little at the expectant look on your face, like he knew what you were about to ask.

‘You should hold him.’

Renjun blinks, ‘are you sure? you’re bonding with hi-‘

‘Jun,’ you repeat, softly, ‘he’s your son. He’s not going to hate you. Besides, I want to see my boys together.’

‘Okay,’ Renjun reaches down for the baby on your chest, cringing when the baby whines and fusses, ‘hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry.’

Renjun rocks and bounces him awkwardly but to no avail, and he sends you a look screaming for help.

‘It’s ok, Jun,’ you smile, ‘keep talking to him.’

‘He doesn’t like me,’ Renjun begins to panic, ‘he was happy with you, maybe you should-‘

‘Junie,’ you retort softly, ‘he just doesn’t like that he’s been moved. Keep talking to him, he’ll know your voice.’

Renjun gives himself a mental pep talk, slightly relaxing when he looks at the face of his baby boy.

‘It’s okay, it’s just me, I’m your daddy.’

You give Renjun an encouraging smile, and so he continues, ‘I really hope you like me from now on. Most babies don’t.’

The baby is gradually calming down at his father’s voice, so Renjun keeps talking.

‘Good boy, do you know my voice? I tried to talk to you as much as possible while you were in there so I hope you recognise it.’

The baby is now settled, staring up at his father with big brown eyes. Your heart melts at Renjun’s wide, toothy grin.

‘He likes me,’ he says to you, before turning back to the baby, ‘I think you look like a Tengfei.’

‘I like that name,’ you hum, ‘Huang Tengfei it is.’

Renjun’s smile gets impossibly wider, pride filling his chest knowing he’d just named his firstborn baby boy.

‘I love you so much, Huang Tengfei.’

jeno

You had never felt so at peace. You had just given birth to your first child, a daughter Moonbyeol in your bedroom at home a few hours earlier. Already, Moonbyeol was a very chilled baby, rarely fussing or crying. She was perfectly happy just laying on your chest, staring back at you. Jeno had been laying beside you for several hours now, engaging in hushed conversation with you about your newborn, all while unable to take his eyes off her. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that he hadn’t properly held his daughter, as you’d been snuggled together so close. As time passed, you grew more and more exhausted, the energy you had spent during the birth beginning to weigh you down. 

‘How long has it been since she fed?’ you wonder aloud, ‘the midwife said every three hours..’

‘I think it was at six,’ Jeno says, ’so three and a bit hours ago.’

‘She needs more,’ you mumble, sighing deeply, already pulling your top down to give Moonbyeol access. Jeno helps you guide her head to your chest.

‘Agh,’ the pain is sharp when she latches, and Jeno kisses and rubs your hair in encouragement.

‘You’re doing so well, look at how well she eats.’

‘It hurts so much Jen,’ Jeno’s heart hurts at the look on your face.

‘I know, I know,’ Jeno frowns, ‘it’ll get better, with time.’

‘I hope so,’ you say, ‘I feel sore all over.’

‘You’ve been so incredible,’ Jeno praises, ‘we did so well with her.’

‘Yeah, we did,’ you grin, the and the two of you settle into small talk while Moonbyeol eats. After some time, she pulls away, ready to be burped.

‘I don’t want to move,’ you admit, ‘too tired.’

‘Hey, I’ll take her,’ Jeno offers, ‘you can stay in bed. Plus, I.. I haven’t got to hold her yet.’

‘Oh. I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay, don’t be silly,’ Jeno presses a kiss to your cheek, ‘I’ve been so close this whole time. You should get some rest.’

You suddenly realise how drained and exhausted you truly were, eyes and body heavy with fatigue.

‘I think I probably should,’ you mumble tiredly, ‘Moonie, daddy’s going to get all that horrible air up for you.’

It takes perhaps a little longer than it should have, but eventually the baby is successfully passed into Jeno’s arms.

‘Hey, Moonie,’ Jeno rests her on his shoulder, gently patting her back, ‘you’re so tiny.’

You move to lay down on your side and rest your eyes as Jeno talks to your daughter in a hushed voice.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Jeno meets his daughters eyes, seeing his own staring back at him, ‘look at those brown eyes! So pretty. No boy will ever be good enough for such a beautiful girl.’

Jeno slowly wanders out of your room and into Moonbyeol’s nursery, wanting to give you some peace to sleep.

‘This is your room,’ Jeno turns the baby in his arms so that she’s facing the majority of the room, ‘this is where you’ll sleep, where you’ll play… I hope you like the way we decorated. If you don’t, we can change it later.’

Moonbyeol’s eyes flicker around the room, although her expression is blank.

‘Look, Moonie,’ he walks towards her unused crib, looking at the silver mobile that hangs over it, white and yellow moon and stars hanging down, ‘it’s like you! You’re our little moon star.’

Moonbyeol burps at that exact moment, and Jeno chuckles, not sure whether he should be offended or not.

‘Well, that says what you think of that.’

haechan

Donghyuck naturally comes across as a conceited and cocky person, you know that’s just his humour. He’s cheeky and bold, but at the same time down to earth and a total sweetheart. He acted quite similarly when it came to his impending fatherhood, on the outside appearing as though he was completely confident, that he would take being a father in his stride. But on the inside, he was terrified. Sometimes he would catch sight of you, his pregnant wife, and would feel a deep sense of dread alongside the rush of love that would bubble up in his chest. When you went into labour while eating dinner together, he thought he was going to be sick, the crashing realisation that this was it. You’d done so well, going through hours of contractions before your son began to struggle, and you were taken into an emergency c-section. You were crying softly as they prepared you for the surgery. Donghyuck emerged from the bathroom in his scrubs to see you laying there, and you immediately you’d reached out for him. In that moment, he knew how much you needed him, how much both of you needed him. In that moment he knew he’d do anything to be the best father and husband.

Your son Dalgun was eventually delivered through the C-section, laying on your chest for quite some time as you were stitched up and wheeled back to your hospital room. Donghyuck hates the look of discomfort on your face as you try to move around on the bed and feed. You’re exhausted, in pain and in need of a good rest, but you had to stay awake for your son.

Donghyuck tries to make himself useful, keeping the hospital room tidy and making sure your water cup was filled and you hadn’t bled too heavily onto the pad beneath you.

Part of him aches to hold his baby boy. He so desperately wants to just reach out and take the baby into his arms, shower him in all of the love he had to give. But at the same time, he didn’t want to. He was frightened that his son would be unsettled with him, that he would do something astronomically wrong like drop him. After some time, the nurse knocks softly on the door, coming to check on your surgery site.

‘Donghyuck,’ you croak, his heart hurting when he sees you laying there, exhausted and in pain with your son on your chest, ‘will you take him?’

‘I-‘ 

‘Hyuck,’ you notice the way he freezes, but he melts and relaxes at your tone, ‘its okay. You’re his daddy. You did so well at the classes.’

Donghyuck shakes himself. You’re vulnerable, you’ve just had invasive surgery and you need him. And he’s terrified of holding his own baby.

‘Okay.’

The nurse helps with the handover as it pains you to lean too far, and suddenly there’s a seven pound baby wriggling around in his arms. Dalgun cries shrilly at being moved, Donghyuck cringing as he wails.

‘Dalgun-ah,’ he clumsily rocks the baby, ‘won’t you be a good boy while mummy/mommy gets looked after? I’m not a stranger, I’m your daddy.’

Donghyuck sways on his feet, soothing Dalgun, ‘your mummy/mommy is so so brave. She is so incredible, Dalgun-ah, she’ll be the best mummy/mommy in the whole world to you, I just know it. And I’ll try my absolute hardest to be the best daddy. I love you.’

jaemin

Jaemin thinks that his daughter’s birth was nothing short of perfect. You had given birth to Chaeyeon in a birthing centre, early in the morning in a birthing pool.

Jaemin had sat right behind you, in his swim shorts, with you between his legs, not even wincing when you near crushed his hands while you pushed. Jaemin had been the one to cut the cord, before the baby was taken away to be weighed and given her first injection.

Jaemin had felt new foreign feeling of resentment towards the nurse, who he knows deep down is just doing her job and ultimately protecting your daughter from disease, but at the same time, she made his baby girl cry.

Chaeyeon is bought back to you, now with a band-aid covering her injection site. Jaemin holds you in his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder and just soaking in your daughters face. For some time, the two of you get used to Chaeyeon, taking in her appearance and mannerisms and sounds. Jaemin doesn’t even really care how dirty the water is.

‘Y/N? Why don’t we get you cleaned up a little?’ the nurse suggests, and you’re more than happy to be helped out of the pool and herded into the shower in the conjoining bathroom. Another nurse had held Chaeyeon as Jaemin carried you bridal style into the bathroom and gently setting you down on the shower seat. He hangs around for a few minutes, eyes darting between you and Chaeyeon’s general direction, clearly conflicted as to who to stay with.

‘Go and be with her Jaem,’ you hum.

’Do you need me?’

‘I’m all good here,’ you answer honestly, ‘I think this may be quite gross, anyway.’

‘Okay,’ Jaemin leans over to kiss your cheek, ‘I’ll look after her.’

‘Oh!’ The nurse left in the delivery room is holding the little bundle in her arms, ‘lets go to daddy, shall we?’

Jaemin beams as his baby girl is handed to him for the very first time. His heart feels like it may burst out of his chest as she gurgles, tiny fists waving around above the pink blankets.

‘Oh, angel,’ Jaemin coos, ‘you’re killing me.’

Jaemin knew that this baby in his arms officially completely owned his heart. He knew it was over for him, that there was nothing he would not do for his little girl.

‘You’re such a pretty girl, Chaeyeon,’ his heart aches at her glistening eyes and nose that mirrors his own.

‘You’ll have so much love in your life. You already do. You have so many uncles who are just dying to meet you, you have a godfather who would do anything for you. I.. I would die for you, I love you more than anything in this world.’

Chaeyeon waves her arm around, peeling back the blanket slightly.

‘Oh, you don’t have any clothes on,’ Jaemin brings her over to the changing table, lowering her down as slowly as he possibly can.

‘Which should be your first ever outfit?’ Jaemin sifts through the folded up baby-grows in the small suitcase you’d brought along. He picks out a white one, patterned with little brown teddy bears.

‘Uncle Mark bought you this one,’ Jaemin buttons up the onesie, ‘like I told you, everyone loves you Chae. But not as much as I do!’

Jaemin nuzzles their noses together, before cradling Chaeyeon in his chest, pressing a kiss on top of her head.

‘I love you, angel. I’ll be here for you always.’

chenle

Chenle was the best partner throughout your entire pregnancy. He did absolutely everything for you and your baby’s comfort, fulfilling your every need and wish, whether monetary, physical or emotional. 

It seemed everything had to be perfect, the quality of your care, your baby’s nursery, your birth plans, everything. If you showed any slight indication of discomfort at any point in your pregnancy, Chenle was instantly at your side, going out of his way to somehow alleviate your pain. He was almost jumpy in that sense.

He was strangely calmer than you thought he would be when you went into labour. You had been taken to the hospital where Chenle and his family had naturally made sure you would receive the best treatment, with a spacious private room and a dedicated team of familiar doctors and nurses. You laboured for hours on end. For nearly twenty hours, you’d suffered through some of the most immense pain imaginable, completely supported by Chenle who fusses over you and holds your hand through it all. Frustratingly, you had been dilating excruciatingly slowly, and eventually the doctors decide a c-section would be best for both you and your baby. 

Your beautiful baby girl joined you in the early evening. Chenle was so overcome with love for his daughter. You both knew that she would be his little princess, that he would spoil her rotten and that nobody would ever lay a hand on her. He came up with the name Caihong, meaning rainbow. She was the rainbow that brightened up his life.

When Caihong came out, they had taken her away briefly to be weighed and checked over, before returning her to you.

‘You did so so well,’ Chenle stands as close to you as he can get, still in his scrubs as they stitch you back up, ’she’s beautiful. I can’t believe it.’

‘I’m so tired,’ you laugh, having been awake for the entirety of your labour, ‘she’s ruined me.’

Chenle chuckles, ‘they’re going to wheel you back into the room once they’re done. We’ll turn the lights down. You can nap soon.’

‘M’kay,’ you roll your head back down to look at your baby, ‘she’s perfect.’

’She is,’ Chenle nods, leaning down and pressing kisses into your hair, ‘I love you both so much.’

The first hour with your daughter is so precious. You are taken back to your private room in your bed, Caihong resting on your chest the whole time. You’d done your first feed, burping her while sitting up in your bed. Once you’d finished, the nurses left, and the three of you were alone together for the first time.

‘Are you tired?’ Chenle asks, running a hand through your hair, fussing over you.

‘I’m exhausted,’ you murmur, ‘never been so tired.’

‘Why don’t I take her?’ he suggests, ‘you can lay down and have a nap.’

‘Are you sure?’ the offer is so unbelievably tempting, ‘I don’t want to just leave you on your own.’

‘I’ll be just fine,’ Chenle reassures you, ‘you just fed her. I can change her myself, if she needs you I’ll wake you.’

‘Okay,’ you nod, moving your arms so that Chenle can easily take Caihong from you.

He grunts dramatically as he raises her up, as though he was lifting some massive weight, ‘hi baby girl.’

Chenle holds Caihong in one arm as he helps you lay down comfortably, reclining your bed back down with the remote so you were laying down.

‘Comfortable?’ Chenle checks, rubbing your upper arm with his spare hand.

‘Yes,’ your eyes are already closed, ‘love you, Lele.’

Chenle grins, ‘I love you too.’

As you fall asleep, Chenle slowly does a few laps of the hospital room, rocking Caihong in his arms. Once he’s sure you’re mostly asleep, and that talking won’t disturb you, he speaks to Caihong in a hushed voice.

‘Hi my little angel,’ he stares into her shining brown eyes, absolutely entranced by her, ‘we’ve waited for so long for you. Ever since your uncle had your cousins, I’ve wanted a baby of my own. And now you’re finally here. You’re already so loved, Caihong. I’ll do anything for you.’

Caihong looks at him almost as if she’s listening and understands what he’s saying. Chenle’s heart seizes and threatens to break out of his chest, he loves her so much. 

‘You own my heart, Caihong. Daddy loves you so much.’

jisung

Jisung was the first to hold his baby girl, and although it wasn’t for long, it was a fact he took great pride in. Jisung had completely frozen up when your midwife had asked him if he wanted to deliver the baby. His mouth had dried up, completely unsure of what to say, until he caught your gaze, face slightly screwed up in discomfort, but still encouraging him to say yes. He had taken the midwife’s offer, and under her guidance, caught your baby girl as she came out. Jisung had worried that he would drop her, due to the baby being covered in blood and various bodily fluids, but thankfully he manages to keep her in his grip, holding her up for a few moments before placing her on your chest.

Jisung didn’t get her back for another hour or so, not that he minded. You handled your first hour of motherhood expertly, Chunae was an extremely calm baby who fed easily. She was so intrigued by the both of you, as you both were with her, her brown eyes studying your faces. Jisung had never felt so many overpowering emotions at once. Firstly the feeling of pride that he’d been the one to bring Chunae into the world, and the fact he had a part in creating what he believed to be the most beautiful baby in the whole world. And of course, he felt such an overwhelming and intense love for both you and your baby, after watching you go through hours and hours of labour and delivery in his family home. You had been giving skin to skin for over an hour before you offered the baby to Jisung.

‘Hey, Jisungie,’ he is immediately by your side.

‘Do you need something? Water? Another pillow? The pad changed? Are you in a lot of pain?’

You smile at how flustered and caring he is, shaking your head, ‘no, I’m alright. I just thought you might want to hold her.’

Jisung softens, heart suddenly hammering in his chest, ‘oh, y-yeah. Yeah, of course I’d love to.’

Jisung leans down and gently picks Chunae from your chest, taking a few moments to get her into a good position.

‘Hi baby girl,’ he murmurs, strangely nervous, as though it was somebody else’s child.

‘Ah, good timing,’ Jisung’s mother suddenly enters the room, ‘I made soup for you Y/N.’

‘Oh, amazing, I’m starving,’ you welcome the bowl of hot soup with both hands.

Jisung wanders the room, rocking the slightly gurgling Chunae in his arms as he approaches the bedroom window. He doesn’t really notice you watching him, his thoughts all consumed by Chunae. His mother even points it out, catching your eyes and nodding towards him. 

‘Hi,’ Jisung shakily removes a hand from underneath her to play with her own tiny hand, melting when she curls her hand around his finger.

‘You’re so small,’ he whispered, ‘like a doll. And so well behaved too, you didn’t cry one bit when I picked you up.’

Chunae just looks back up at him, and Jisung gently wipes at the spit collecting at her mouth with a cloth.

‘I promise I’ll look after you angel,’ he nuzzles his nose against hers, ‘no one will ever hurt you. They’ll have to go through me first.’

Jisung suddenly can’t get the image of his baby girl as a teenager out of his head, his getting her heart broken by some worthless teenage boy. He imagines comforting her, giving her encouraging talks and building her confidence back up, utilising the skills he would have learned as a father to his little girl over the years. But for now, he knows nothing, only what he has read in pregnancy and parenting books.

‘I don’t know much,’ Jisung rubs his thumb up and down on her face, ‘but I promise I’ll be the best father I can possibly be for you. I’ll try so hard to do everything that’s right for you. I already love you more than anything in this world.’

Chunae yawns, tiny fists flailing weakly as she does.

‘Am I boring you?’ Jisung chuckles, ’you can’t be tired, not when I’ve just got you.’

‘You should sit down with her,’ you suggest, taking a short break from your soup, ’she’ll fall asleep on you.’

‘I think I may fall asleep also,’ Jisung chuckles, although settling into the armchair near your bed. 

‘Group nap?’ You suggest, your own eyes feeling heavy.

The group nap very quickly ends in Jisung’s mother removing the sleeping Chunae from a sleeping Jisung’s chest to lay in her crib. 

[killxio]

ceo baby daddy eren.

word count: 1,635 [ 6 min read] | ✪ content warnings: pregnancy, slightly detailed mention of nsfw, writer who still thinks they’re funny, accidental pregnancy, breastfeeding

babydaddy!eren x pregnant!reader / babydaddy!eren x mom!reader / husband!eren x pregnant!reader / husband!eren x mom!reader

✭ you and eren’s journey after an accidental pregnancy.

babydaddy!eren , who is the ceo at the company of a job you just started working.

babydaddy!eren , who you just so happened to have a two (and a half?) night stand with a week before you started your position and realized who he was.

babydaddy!eren , who’s apartment you nervously stand outside of with a positive pregnancy test and a plan to negotiate and vanish.

“look, im sure you’re going to suggest i abort or adopt. i’m sorry but i’m not willing to do either, i’m fine working to support the baby myself and i’ll move to the other side of the country and be out of your hair.” you babble, really only telling him because your friends say he had the right to know. you had no expectations for a successful ceo to put his life on hold to have a baby with a stranger.

babydaddy!eren who scares you with the way he is staring directly at you, leaning against a wall opposite of you, not saying a thing for awhile.

“no. i wouldn’t ask that of you if that’s not what you’d like. i will never abandon a child of mines. im changing your title in my company to a personal assistant. moving your office closer to mines, i want to be around if you need anything.”

babydaddy!eren who always seems to be hovering around your office and demanding you get lunch with him, a way of personally ensuring your fed.

babydaddy!eren who secretly enjoys watching the swell of your stomach as time goes by. unnoticeable to anyone else at work at first. then poking out at him as he watches from your couch as you get ready to introduce him to your family unit over dinner. then having to curl around it to give you a kiss after your first official date night. then soothing it late at night after you’re stirring because baby yaeger is treating your insides like a jungle gym.

babydaddy!eren who moves you into his penthouse because he “is uncomfortable with the thought of you and his child living separately after birth“

“you’re in pain postpartum, alone with a baby and you expect me to only stop by? how do i protect my family if i’m treating them like a 9-5? you already practically live here, y/n.” you finally agree. after making him agree to a dog sometime in the future.

babydaddy!eren who buys the three of you a house, insisting it’s time to mature and the best environment for the most important woman in his life and his son.

babydaddy!eren who digs out holes in the sand so you can rest on your stomach comfortably at the beach.

babydaddy!eren who keeps tiny copies of the photos from that day in his wallet and his desk at work. not just of the bump, but of you. your smile. your beauty.

babydaddy!eren who is there to relieve any ache and pain as best he can, no matter the hour. he lifts your bump or massages you at an instant. (and give the best late night head but that’s neither here nor there)

babydaddy!eren who’s calm after you go into labor late one night, the house dimly lit by candle and moonlight.

“rennie?” he’s up after few light shakes, becoming a light sleeper after you started sleeping over consistently.

his tired eyes peak at you through unruly strands of bed head, shifting into concern after seeing the way you double over and groan out in pain.

“sweetheart? is it your water?”

you can only nod in response, clasping onto his forearm as he sits up in bed. he leans you into his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks and quietly going over the game plan with you while instructing you to breathe.

babydaddy!eren who was absolutely amazing at directing the nurses rushing around you and maintaining the calm energy in the hospital room.

babydaddy!eren who you catch early in the morning, standing over your sons hospital cradle and just balling in awe.

“elias yeager..” he mumbles to himself, repeatedly, etching this image into his brain.

babydaddy!eren who does the same thing at home, spending hours staring at you knocked out and the tiny curly haired baby laying between the two of you in the in-bed-bassinet.

babydaddy!eren who learned how to make padsicles for you and makes sure you’re always stocked postpartum.

babydaddy!eren who sucks at swaddling but is s-tier at a quick change after a spit up.

babydaddy!eren who has to have your son within five feet at all times. babywearing, skin to skin, working with him in his lap, at his desk, in his home office. he is a sucker for physical intimacy and hated being away from his people.

you’re in the tub of your grand master bathroom, jet feature on low with your son on your chest and a speaker playing your favorite RnB playlist. this is more of a leisure bath rather than a cleaning bath, no bubbles as you don’t want any harsh chemicals on babies skin. your son starts to fuss and you offer him your breast, nursing him back into silence.

“where’s my invite?” yaeger asks from the doorframe, smiling at the two of you. you beam back at him.

“look who’s back from his meeting? hi daddy.” you say to both your son and him.

“hi mommy. hi eli bee-li.” he says, now kneeling at the side of the tub, kissing you, your son and then up to your collarbone. he stands up and begins stripping. his tie.. then his work shirt, and his pants. his boxers go with.

“hey, my eyes are up here.” you raise your gaze and find him staring directly at you already.

“oh shut it.” you say through a smirk, scooting forward to allow him space to climb in behind the two of you.

you lean your head into the space between his neck and collar bone.

he soaks this up, these are the moments he lives for: his girlfriends hair running down his chest, he can feel both her and his son’s breathing, and the warmth of the water enveloping them.

babydaddy!eren who gives a speech thanking you for all you given him at your sons small, intimate first birthday.

babydaddy!eren who lives in bliss everyday for two years, excited to come home to his girl and baby boy.

babydaddy!eren who realizes one day how unfair to you it is that you chase after his little hyperactive son, cook for him, kiss him all over, and upkeep the house all without giving you a ring.

fiancée!eren who proposed intimately on a beach, with the help of your two nearly-three-year-old.

“so, you know what we’re here to do?”

your sons head of medium brown curls only nod at his father, smiling behind his pacifier.

“atta boy. now go hide behind the rock, mommy is coming.”

you join eren for what is supposed to be a normal, romantic beach-side dinner. a few minutes in..

“mama?” your son muffles behind a pacifier, having appeared beside you.

“elias, what are you doing here baby boy?” you softly take out his pacifier.

“dada hav a ques’on.”

as you pick him up and place him on your lap, you shoot eren a confused look.

things are starting to click as eren walks over to your side of the table, kneeling infront of the two of you as your son hands him a black box. (that you somehow didn’t notice despite elias forgetting to hold the box behind him instead of infront of him like eren instructed)

you smile the brightest you ever have, watching as eren reveals an absolutely gorgeous ring and asks,

“y/n, will you bless me with the honor of calling you my wife and marry me?”

“oh. my god. eren. yes. yes!!!”

husband!eren who probably put another little curly haired baby in you on your wedding night.

despite you being bone-tired, eren gives you the most life shattering dick he ever has. your wedding nails leave swollen, and at points bleeding, cuts down his back. he has taken you on every surface in the path from the door to your bedroom, switching from tender to ragdolling you like a fucking madman.

you limped half of the day until you walked it out the next day.

husband!eren who picks you up and twirls you in delight when you get home from your honeymoon and show him a positive pregnancy test two weeks later.

husband!eren who is happy to say “my wife and i are here for our __ week checkup.”

husband!eren who, if you thought was calm the first time, is absolutely serene. you had absolutely no worries besides where the hell the anesthesiologist was with your epidural. everything was taken care of. eren has always been like this, between his upbringing and life, eren did not feel equipped to handle a family but molded himself due to his work ethic. he worked so hard to give his family, most importantly his children a calm and stable upbringing so you’re actually the one more likely to freak out in emergency situations.

husband!eren who sits at your bedside with your son in his lap, answering all his questions about his new little sister, admiring his family and it’s new addition.

husband!eren who tells his 4 year old son and 2 month old daughter milestones of you twos relationship as bedtime stories.

husband!eren who took over the small start up you started before working for him for more income, keeping it in your name but managing it and growing it into a massive success. you carried and care for his children, making you a millionaire is the least he can do.

husband!eren who reminds you everyday how thankful he is for the family and love you’ve given him.

[willalove75]

would you write alci breastfeeding y/n after an exhausting day? something cuter

Absolutely! Thanks so much for the request!💕

Warnings: Breastfeeding (I guess it needs a warning? Idk.)

A/n: This is my first time writing something like this so go easy on me😅😂 ALSO I feel like it's been a HOT minute since I've done a Lady D ask! I've been super slacking lolzzzz sorry💕

Today sucked to say the least. You were helping Alcina with some of her tasks to ease her burden. Normally you don't have a tough time with the things she asks you to do, most of the time you actually enjoy helping her; being able to organize files, help her with paperwork, running errands. But today you were tasked with speaking with the mayor about current events in the village. As one of the four Lords, it was Alcina's responsibility to keep an eye on and maintain a healthy relationship with the village and the village mayor. You had accompanied Alcina to these meetings enough times where Alcina felt you were ready to conduct it on your own. Of course you were nervous, but you felt ready.

The ride there was uncomfortable - uncomfortable being an understatement. Over the winter the roads have deteriorated greatly and haven't been tended to so they were uneven and filled with potholes. You made sure to make note of that and make sure the mayor was aware of the situation and knows he needs to fix it.

It's not that you were dreading this meeting, but the mayor was known for being a bastard. Part of the reason that Alcina always attended these meetings was because of his notorious attitude but he always acted on his best behavior around Alcina - or else he'd run the very real and serious risk of losing a limb, or worse.

When you finally arrived in the village the people walking around slowed and carefully eyed the carriage, expecting Lady Dimitrescu to step out of it. When you stepped out alone most of the villagers went back to whatever they were doing. A few brave - or stupid - villagers decided to voice their opinions of you since the Lady wasn't around. Calling you a traitor or the demon's whore or any other colorful names they could come up with. You ignored them and made your way into the village hall where the mayor's office was.

The meeting sucked, badly. The moment the mayor realized you were alone he was the king of bastards once more. He spoke down to you the entire time, even after reminding him that everything that is said and how it was said at this meeting would be reported back to Lady Dimitrescu. The man was dumber than you thought, since the threat of Lady Dimitrescu wasn't in his immediate vicinity, there might as well be no threat at all.

Everything you brought up to him was mocked. Even things that were seriously wrong with the village he didn't take seriously. The mayor wasn't a big man, but he was definitely taller and bigger than you. Something he used to his advantage when you threatened him with the wrath of your Lady. He practically backed you into a corner while he shouted at you and threatened to put his hands on you. He even made a comment about the kind of lover you must be if you were able to satisfy the Lady and how he would like a taste for himself. It took everything in you to not show fear or cry. No tears fell but you felt them welling up in your eyes and the fear might as well have been radiating off of you as he invaded your space.

After that you gathered your things, thanked him for his time, told him you would be reporting everything back to the Lady and tried your best to keep yourself together until you got into the carriage.

You wanted to stop by one of the shops and pick up Alcina and the girls something and grab something to eat but you were too distraught. The moment the carriage door closed the tears started falling and you knocked on the wall three times to signal the driver to head back to the castle.

The ride home was arguably worse than the ride there. Not only was it just as bumpy as the ride there, but you cried for more than half of the time it took you to get home.

The gates of the castle finally came into view and you've never felt such relief. The carriage barely came to a stop when you jumped out of it - not bothering to wait for the driver to open the door for you.

You were exhausted, angry and still rattled by everything that happened with the mayor. All you wanted was Alcina. You needed her to comfort you, make you feel better, hold you and give you kisses and make all of the bad feelings go away. You needed her to care for you and you desperately hoped she wasn't too busy because it was something you needed now more than ever.

"Good evening." The head maid said as you entered the castle. "How was your trip?"

"It sucked. Do you know where Alcina is?"

"I believe she's in her chambers, she received a phone call."

"Thank you."

You beeline it upstairs to your shared chambers and enter the room, quickly closing the door behind you.

Alcina was sitting at her vanity with the phone receiver to her ear. When she heard the door open she looked in it's direction, when she realized it was you you saw her begin to smile. The moment she realized your distressed state her smile quickly faded and she had a look of concern in her eyes. She turns back towards the mirror and her posture stiffens.

"Yes Mother Miranda, I will keep you informed. I'm sorry Mother Miranda but something came up and I must be going. I understand, I apologize for cutting our incredibly important conversation short but I believe there's a trespasser in the castle I must see to. Thank you Mother Miranda. I will. Goodbye." She hangs up and turns back towards you. "Draga mea, what's wrong? What happened?" Her eyes were wide with worry and you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You run towards her and she lifts you into her arms and cradles the back of your head. "What happened? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?" You hear the concern in her voice and bury your face into her neck.

"I'm not hurt." You said.

"Who upset you so my love? Did something happen in the village?" You shake your head no. "Please, iubirea mea, tell me what happened."

"The mayor is such a fucking asshole." You cry into her.

"What did he do?" She asks, her voice cold. "Did he hurt you? Did that filthy man thing lay his disgusting hands on you?"

"No." You begin recounting what happened from the moment you left the castle to the moment you left the village hall practically in tears. As you tell her what happened in the mayors office her grip around you tightens. When you tell her that he backed you into a corner and threatened you, that he said that he wanted a taste of you for himself Alcina was shaking with anger.

"That bastard!! How DARE he. How dare he threaten you in such a manner. That man will pay for what he's done." You can feel her heartbeat going berserk inside of her chest and her breath becoming labored. "Don't worry draga, I am going down there right this second and he will regret-"

"No, please don't. Please don't leave." You say as you cry and cling to her dress.

"Draga he has to pay for what he's done-"

"I know but please just stay with me right now. Please. I need you. I don't want to be alone. I just want you right now."

Your confession, your desperate plea for Alcina to stay with you washes over her like a warm summer breeze. The anger that's radiating off of her right now begins to diminish and she takes a deep breath and holds you tight.

"Okay draga. He will be dealt with first thing tomorrow morning. I won't leave you iubirea mea, I promise." She kisses your temple and her lips linger on your skin for a few moments. "What do you need me to do, draga?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to care for you? How about a bath and some warm pajamas?" You nod your head into her neck and she smiles and stands with you in her arms.

Alcina prepares a bath and once the water is warm and the tub is full she undresses you and places you in the tub. She washes your hair, massaging your scalp as she rubs the shampoo in and combs through your hair with care after she puts the conditioner in. She washes your body with your favorite soaps from her collection she knows you love. After your bath she wraps you in a giant fluffy towel, dries you off and dresses you in your favorite pajamas.

As she's caring for you, Alcina can feel her breasts starting to fill and then leak a little. The care she's giving you is something that comes so natural to her and her regenerative properties cause her to produce milk every time she acts maternally - towards anyone.

It was something she kept to herself until you found out about it on accident. When she breastfed you for the first time she felt a relief, both physical and emotional. It felt right to her, being able to nurture you in such a way that was so intimate but not sexually. And the physical relief if brought to her breasts could have made her cry. If she went too long without expelling the milk her breasts would ache something terrible.

She did her best to ignore the fullness in her chest as she laid you on her chest and rubbed circles across your back in bed.

Alcina definitely helped you relax, you were way less distraught and upset than you were when you first got back. Now you were just exhausted.

"Is there anything else you need draga mea?" She asks.

You shake your head no and let out a sigh as you melt into her embrace. Just as you feel yourself falling asleep a loud growl rips through your stomach and you suddenly realize how hungry you are.

"Draga did you have dinner?"

"No, I forgot. I was gonna stop and eat something in the village but I was so upset I just wanted to come home."

"Oh draga, let me have a maid bring you something."

"That's okay, I'm not in the mood for eating." You say as your stomach grumbles again.

"Clearly you are hungry, draga mea. You have to eat something." You shrug your shoulders and nuzzle into her neck. The pressure in Alcina's breasts increases at the action and she shifts to make herself more comfortable. She's breastfed you before, but for some reason she's still feels embarrassed each time she suggests it. Even though she knows that it would both feed you and bring you extra comfort. "What if - if you're not up for a proper dinner, do you want me to feed you?"

You can hear the hesitation in her voice, you know how sensitive of a topic this is for her but you love that she suggests it regardless of her hesitation. Nodding your head yes, Alcina kisses you on the head and sits you up in her lap. She reaches behind her back and pulls down the zipper of her dress and slides her arms out of the sleeves. After the fabric pools around her waist she reaches behind her back once more and unclips her bra. She removes her bra and you're face-to-face with her massive, amazing breasts.

"Ready, draga?" She asks and you nod your head.

Alcina cradles you in the crook of her arm and guides her nipple into your mouth. You immediately latch on and begin to suck, warm milk spilling out into your mouth. Alcina sighs from the relief of the pressure and sits back against the headboard. She runs her fingers through your hair and smiles, happy that she is able to care for you in such a way - especially when you needed it so badly.

Warm milk fills your empty belly and you hum in response. You feel Alcina's fingers comb through your hair and you close your eyes, relaxing into her touch as you continue to drink from her breast. The steady flow of milk begins to thin and eventually stops, no matter how much you suck at her hardened nipple.

"Still hungry iubirea mea?" She asks.

"Mhm."

"Okay love, one second."

Alcina turns you and cradles you in her other arm and once again guides her nipple into your eager mouth. Latching on again, you continue to drink the steady flow of milk from her breast.

"Good girl, that's it my love. Eat as much as you need. You and I both know I have no issues with shortages." She says and you giggle into her skin as you drink.

The warmth in your belly spreads throughout your body, to your limbs, to your fingers and toes, to your head and your face. With the warmth comes the exhaustion you were feeling earlier and your eyes begin to slowly close.

Alcina notices your suckling getting lighter and lighter before stopping altogether. Looking down at you, she finds you asleep with her nipple still in your mouth and a steam of milk down your cheek. She lightly chuckles before pulling you back and wiping away the milk with her thumb.

The movement and the sensation of her wiping her thumb across your cheek stirs you awake and you look up at her with tired eyes.

"Are you full draga mea?"

"Mhm." You mumble as you nod your head yes.

"Good." She says caressing your face. "Go to sleep iubirea mea."

Alcina moves to lay you on the bed but you cling to her.

"Stay." You say, your voice barely a whisper.

"I will be right back, I promise. I am going to put my nightgown on and get ready for bed and I will be right back. Okay?"

You sleepily nod your head and Alcina lays you on the pillow next to her. She kisses you on the head before pulling the covers over you and getting up and getting herself ready for bed. For all you know it could have been hours or seconds since Alcina said she would be right back. But before you know it you feel the mattress sink under her weight and you feel her strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into her.

"Thank you, Alci. I love you." You mumble.

"Of course iubirea mea. I'd do anything for you draga. Te iubesc mai mult decât luna și stelele. Goodnight my love." She says as her lips graze the shell of your ear. Alcina kisses the soft skin behind your ear and nuzzles you as you cuddle further back into her. (I love you more than the moon and stars.)

Not long after, Alcina hears light snores coming from you. With a full heart and a smile on her face, Alcina falls asleep thinking of who she is going to replace the current mayor with once she's through with him tomorrow morning.

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 31 - bookshop owner

pairing: bookshop owner!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you bring your newborn son to your husband's bookshop as a midday surprise

word count: 1292

warnings: fluff, talks of children, pregnancy, mentions of labor, bedrest, formula, pump for breastfeeding

spence-tober masterlist

The familiar ding alert of the bell above the door as you opened it was like music to your ears. It had been far too long since you had stepped foot into the homey feeling bookshop and you didn’t realise how much you missed it until you took in the sight you’d seen so many times before.

The lines and aisles of bookshelves to the right and left of you are abundant, but not overcrowding the space in the small storefront. There’s a small lending library in the front window next to the children’s reading space and a counter in the middle with curtains hanging on the wall, leading to the back where you know categorizing and inventory goes on.

“Welco-” The voice belonging to your husband starts to say, his voice ringing out in the room for everyone to hear. 

Spencer had his nose in a book, sitting behind the counter on a comfortable stool waiting for customers or anyone else who needed assistance in the store. When he looked up to greet the patron of the store, his eyes instead met yours. His darling wife of six years. 

However, his eyes didn’t stay on your form for very long, straying to the bundle all swaddled up in a travel car seat that hung from your arms. 

Your’s and Spencer’s newborn son, Gideon Reid, sleeping away in a swaddle unknown to his new surroundings. The tiny small baby with a little hat around tucked at his ears to keep him warm and a cute outfit that you had dressed him in just before leaving the house.

“Oh!” Spencer says in an adoring tone. Quickly he puts down his book and moves around the counter to come towards the two of you. 

“What are you doing here?” He whispers as he reaches you at the front of the store. Spencer pulls you in for a sweet kiss and then moves his attention to the car seat, taking it gently in his arms and gazing down at his son. He’s switched to a lower volume to not disturb the sleeping newborn.

In the last stage of your pregnancy, it was getting harder and harder for you to travel to the bookstore which you hated. But when your doctor prescribed bedrest for the last month of your pregnancy, Spencer had put his foot down and practically bound you to the bed, getting everything you need so you wouldn’t wear yourself out or go into early labor.

You smile at your husband who’s looked back to you, a large teethy grin, “I wanted to surprise you.” 

Spencer presses another sweet kiss to your lips before reaching behind you to flip the sign hanging at the front of the door to ‘closed’ before taking your hand and Gideon in his car seat and leading the both of you to the back of the store.

The bedrest had worked. You had a relatively fine labor, for how fine labor could be. Your recovery was okay and Spencer had been a big help with taking care of you and Gideon when you first came home from the hospital. Even though Gideon is your first baby, Spencer’s dad instincts kicked in and he instantly was so good with baby Gideon.

“Thank you for the surprise.” Spencer says genuinely before scooping his large hands into the car seat and gently hoisting the still sleeping Gideon to his chest, coddling him close.

You take your phone out of the large diaper bag you carry with you and snap a quick photo of your husband and your son together. Then, you take in the rest of the familiar sight that is Diana’s Library, the bookshop your husband had bought had renovated over the past four years. His former mentor and your son’s namesake, Jason Gideon, had retired and given his best employee, your husband, first right to buy what was the previous space known as Jason’s Library. Since then, Spencer had dedicated it to his mother and worked to make the bookshop of his dreams. 

You had contributed as well, putting together bookshelves and cabinets on your free weekends and scouring old second hand books online to add to the library. And when you and Spencer discovered you were pregnant, you also did most of the revamping of the old reading nook to a child friendly reading space. All of this is why you were so pouty when you were placed on bedrest and you couldn’t return to the warm and cozy environment you had grown to love so much.

“I thought it would be nice to visit.” You comment as Spencer rocks back and forth with your sleeping son on his chest. You reach your hand and fix your husband’s glasses that have slid down on his nose.

Spencer smiles back at you, his eyes gleaming with delight, “And you’re feeling okay?” he checks in.

You nod, “Yeah, I am. Took a shower, did some chores around the house.” You list.

“Don’t strain yourself.” Spencer warns, concern in his voice.

“I won’t.” You promise to him, “Besides, I just wanted to get out of the house.”

“You mean that you missed your chair here.” Spencer corrects, a joking tone in his voice and a matching visage in his eyes.

You scoff at his remark, though not denying it, “I don’t know why you couldn’t have asked Derek for his truck so we could bring it to the house.”

“Because you ordered one for the house! We’d have to move it back here!” He laughs. The laughter has jostled Gideon and he slowly wakens from his peaceful slumber despite the small pats Spencer gives on his back. 

You purse your lips, “But it’s on backorder and won’t be in for another five months.” You complain and pout. 

Spencer laughs at your not-so-serious expression. You take your hand and reach out again, this time adjusting the knit cap on your son’s head to not cover over his eyes. It let’s your son, for the very first time, take in the surroundings that you know he’ll get to know very well in his childhood to come.

Gideon, now awake and alert, moves his head around and by the look on his face, isn’t very happy. Both Spencer and you clock this.

“I just changed his diaper before leaving the house, so he should be good.” You inform your husband.

“Is he maybe hungry?” Spencer says, rocking him back and forth more quickly now. He looks at his son inquisitively, trying to figure out the solution to his grump face that you both know will turn into a shrill cry very quickly unless handled. The rocking holds his cry at bay for now, but its only a temporary solution.

“Hm, maybe.” You say uncertain.

Spencer’s ready though, he takes the diaper bag from your hand and puts in on a clean countertop behind him. Then he opens the cabinets above and you smile to yourself at the sight you see.

“You have a spare pump and formula here?” You say, your heart warming at the sweet sight in front of you. This just confirms to you that you have the best partner ever.

“Of course!” Your husband responds, bringing both down from the cabinet to the counter for you, “This is like our second home. I have a travel crib too if he gets sleepy.”

You pull him in again for a kiss, a longer one this time, and you make sure that you put all the love and emotion you hold for him. As you pull back, you instantly get a gratifying feeling. Being with your husband and your son in your favorite place in the world.

“You are simply the best, Spencer Reid.”

a/n: and this concludes the end of spence-tober 2023! thanks for coming along for the ride, whether this is the first one you've read (check back at the masterlist for more), if you've joined midway, or if you've been here since the beginning!

i'll admit, writing and posting every single day has been a little stressful and finishing writing challenges like these can be hard and taxing, especially with how unexpected life can get. i'll be posting some behind the scenes sometime later this week or next and then i might announce some new things coming soon too!

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I Feel You No Matter What

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic (this part is lightly edited btw)

warnings: minor angst, few curse words, and i think that’s it

“Babe?” You hear your husband call out for you, but you’re busy breastfeeding Sloane while also helping AJ eat his dinner, while also monitoring Nolan as he eats.

“Mommy, can I have more berries?” Nolan requests and you immediately move to serve him as best you can with one available hand.

Once you’ve situated Nolan and go back to feeding Sloane, you rest your eyes, feeling the effects of the multiple long nights taking a toll on you. Sloane has been on a sleep regression and every time she cries during the night, she ends up waking AJ. You’re usually the one tending to them as the hockey season is starting, and Mat needs sleep.

“Mommy, I’m done! Can I have some water?” Nolan asks, interrupting your silly excuse of a nap.

You move, almost robotic, around the kitchen as you give Nolan water and clean up Angel’s mess. Once you’re done with that task, you burp Sloane and rock her in your arms.

“Babe?” Mat calls out once again, finally finding you in the kitchen.

“Yes, Mathew?” You sigh out, eyes clenched shut because you really just want to sleep.

He stays quiet, though. He watches you as you practically fall asleep while leaning against the kitchen island.

He clears his throat, gaining your attention.

“What?” You ask, eyes peering into his.

“Do you need help?” Mat asks, trying to mask the disappointment when you didn’t realize he got a haircut.

“Can you put Sloane in her crib, I need to take a shower,” it’s not a question, not really. You were just telling him how he can help.

After your shower, you take both your boys a bath, tucking them into bed while Mat bathes Sloane. You’re so glad that they’re down and you can rest, but then you realize you still have laundry to do. You take a deep breath in and slowly breathe out.

“Babe, I need help!” Mat calls out for you.

“Yes?”

“Do you think I should wear my navy blue polo or my black polo?” He asks.

“I don’t know, Mathew. Whichever one you want,” you mumble.

“Well I want you to pick it out,” he whispers.

“I don’t have time for this. I need to go downstairs and sort out all our laundry,” you reply, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.

“All you have to do is pick one. I’m asking nicely.”

“And I’m telling you that I have better things to do. Both are fine so pick one,” you say, walking out of your bedroom and down the stairs.

You take your time, not wanting to go upstairs because you know the way you were acting was uncalled for. You still can’t bring yourself to apologize for it, though. You’re frustrated and tired.

When you do, finally, go upstairs, you’re expecting Mat to be asleep. He isn’t. You ignore each other as you both get ready for bed. Your movements are sluggish and by the time you’re done, Mat is already settled in bed. You get under the covers, turning on your side, eyes quickly falling shut.

“Seriously?” You barely hear the word coming out of your husband’s mouth.

You slowly turn towards him, eyes wide at his small outburst.

“No “goodnight,” no kiss? You didn’t even notice I got a haircut,” he points out, voice sounding broken.

You’re stunned, shocked into silence. You feel your heart crumble at the mere fact that you didn’t even realize your own husband got a haircut. You also hate the way he sounded so sad when he said you didn’t say goodnight or give him a kiss.

“You’ve also been calling me by my name instead of "babe," or "barzy,” did I do something wrong?”

“No. I’m sorry. I’m just tired and frustrated because I’m tired,” you explain.

“So you just decided to ignore me, because then I’m one less thing for you to worry about? Nice to know that I’m not so important,” he whispers, turning his back towards you.

“Mat, please. I’m sorry and I didn’t ignore you because I didn’t want to deal with you. I'm just burnt out. The hockey season is just starting and I need to get back into our routine, a routine that needs to be readjusted because we have a third child,” you say out loud into the darkness that’s coated by silence.

“That doesn’t mean for you to ignore me. Especially when I was trying to help you as soon as I got home. I would never ignore you because no matter what I love you,” he responds, and it feels like a punch in the gut when he refers to your actions as you not loving him.

You don’t say anything else, you know there are no words you can say right now that can make things better. You could tell him you love him, but you feel the lump forming in your throat, keeping you silent.

The next morning, you wake up alone in your bed. A pout forms on your face when you reach out for Mat’s body, only to be met with cold sheets. Then, you remember the events from last night and you feel your tears clouding your vision all over again. It’s a hard task to get yourself out of bed, but you know that Mat will be leaving soon and the kids can’t take care of themselves.

Making your way downstairs, you hear Nolan’s favorite morning cartoons playing on the large tv in your living room. You spot Mat sitting on the couch, both boys on each of his sides, and Sloane settled in his arms. She’s staring at him, not caring about all the noise, just him. You get her. You could also just get lost in him.

Mat turns towards the stairs when he hears them creek, his eyes locking with yours. Only this time, he doesn’t look at you with effortless love, he looks at you with hurt eyes that look sunken in and dark. You hope he wasn’t awake all last night, and you hope that he didn’t hear you forcefully quiet your sobs. Surely he was asleep. He had to be. If he was awake and heard or felt you crying, he would’ve comforted you. At least you hope he would’ve.

“Did Sloane eat already?”

“Yeah, she won’t fall asleep, though,” he answers.

“She’s too busy looking at her daddy,” you say, trying to lighten the mood. Your efforts aren’t successful.

“I have to go in 10 minutes, can you get her,” you’re immediately reaching out for Sloane, heart twisting when she starts crying.

“Sloane, it’s okay, baby. Don’t cry. Daddy has to go to work. He’ll be back soon,” you say, but as you get through each word, the more your tears threaten to fall. You start crying with Sloane, and you think you’re so pathetic for it.

You leave the boys on the couch and hastily take Sloane upstairs. You didn’t want Mat to see you cry, although you’re pretty sure he already saw you.

You lay Sloane in her crib, quickly walking out but bumping into Mat on the way.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice soft.

“Fine. You need to get going,” you mutter.

“I need to make sure my wife is okay.”

You just about crumble onto the floor, knees buckling from underneath you and your sobs finally being unleashed from their death grip. Mat swiftly holds onto you, lowering the both of you to sit on the cold floor.

“You think I don’t love you anymore,” you spit out.

“Don’t deny it. You think that I ignored you because I don’t love you anymore, and that kills me,” you continue when he tries to deny your claim.

He looks at you with that same heartbroken look from last night.

“I’m a terrible wife because you don’t think I love you and I didn’t notice your haircut,” you sob out.

“You’re not a terrible wife.”

You grab his hand, moving it to rest over your heart.

“When I see you, I still feel like a schoolgirl with a huge crush. You still give me butterflies; you still make me blush like crazy. I’m so in love with you, it hurts that you can’t see it,” you say truthfully, hand on his cheek so that he’s looking into your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I know you love me.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine that you felt unloved,” you try to stop him from feeling bad.

“Well, I’m sorry that you’re tired and frustrated. I’m sorry that I can’t be here to help you. I love you so much.” He connects his lips with yours, letting his tongue tangle with yours when your mouth opens for him.

“I love you, barzy. Please don’t think otherwise. As for you not being here, it’s not your fault. It’s not like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when we got married or decided to have kids. I love you and I love that you work so hard for us and yourself. I love you,” you state, kissing his jaw down to his neck.

You come to a stop when you feel something wet landing on your collarbones. You quickly lift Mat’s head to see tears falling from his eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?” You ask, tears falling because you hate to see him upset.

“I feel like shit for making you feel like shit. I’m supposed to always lift you up,” he mutters.

You wipe away his tears, kissing his lips repeatedly until his tears stop. You softly massage his scalp while he catches his breath.

“Baby, you had every right to feel the way you did. Never be afraid to be honest with me. I was the shitty one. It’s okay, no harm done. We’re good, now. I love you.”

“I love you,” he says against your skin from where his head is buried in your neck.

“The haircut, by the way, is not the best decision. However, you’re lucky that you’re always sexy no matter what,” you tease him.

“I kind of regret it, too,” he grimaces, but you just pull him into another kiss, happy that you’re not at odds anymore.

a/n: Sorry it’s been a while since I last updated for this series. I hope y’all enjoy!! If you have any requests for this story, send in!!

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12 minutes ago

Time really did have a thing with moving so quickly and changing so much within a small amount of space.

Onyankopon never thought he’d be this attached to the feeling of waking up to other people that depended on him, let alone a doting fiancé and the world’s most bubbliest baby. To think he was pretty much a bachelor up until two years ago where he was living the fast live and accounted nothing to anyone.

Now he’s here, lay down in a messy king sized with suspicious child-related stains that he dutifully shared, whilst listening to you softly sing the bounced yet tired version of Wonder’s Happy Birthday to your still breast feeding one year old.

Definitely not the life he thought he’d be living by now but shit came at you fast.

Rolling onto his side, Onyankopon watches you both with a propped up head, his other hand lightly relaxing on top of your bare thigh.

“He’s gotta stop doing this soon…” You idly say, voice croaky but high in spirits.

Onyankopon sniffs before asking a mundane ‘stop what?’ but you’re instantly telling him that you’re referring to the breastfeeding.

“He’s big enough now to be weened off but this boy just so adamant for the good stuff.” you say your last few words with bulging cheeks and more smiles than before due to your son seemingly looking up at you as you referred to him.

It was almost as if he understood it was him you were talking about.

Onyankopon can’t help but match both your smiles, his hand that lay on your thigh coming up to soothe at the soft curls of his son’s hair.

“Don’t stop him if he don’t want to. He can breastfeed for as long as he wants.”

His voice is so sweet and delicate. He doesn’t hate that that’s the case but he definitely notices the change in him now that he always spoke with shepherding care. He kisses the top of his son’s head before rolling over with a grunt, but he hears you lightly scoff behind him.

“Of course you think it’s okay for him to breastfeed all his life. You’re not the one that has to sacrifice having sensitive nipples all the time because it’s constantly pumping milk.”

“I know sacrifice.”

You look over at Onyankopon with raised eyebrows as he sits up onto the edge of the bed.

“It’s me sacrificing my spot on your lap and my time with your boobs for this guy to be fed all the time.”

The hint of sarcasm in his voice makes you roll your eyes but inevitably you find his comparison amusing. You know he does too because you can practically hear him trying to stifle a laugh.

“Boy, be foreal.” You chide.

[corriganatheart]

omg could you do a pregnancy imagine with jude bellingham?

Jude Bellingham short pregnancy imagine.

Synopsis: Jude becomes a father.

Genre: Cute romantic, fluff

Warning: Both Jude and reader are young (Jude is only 19 in real life, and situations like this are realistic)

When you first found out that you were pregnant, you were barely out of high school and were starting college soon. Jude’s soccer career also barely started, so the timing was wrong.

You hid the pregnancy from Jude for a couple of days until he noticed something was wrong and was able to get you to confess the truth. Jude was, of course, livid and scared because you both are very young, and having a baby would take a lot of time that he barely has.

It took a day or two for you and Jude to calm down and discuss the situation. He was mature about it and asked what you wanted to do, whether you wanted to keep the baby. Either way, he will be there for you.

It was a mutual agreement for you guys to keep the baby after a week of thinking it through. You both knew it would be hard and there would be a lot of criticism, but it wasn’t the baby’s fault, and you both were aware of the consequences of not using protection.

You and Jude kept the pregnancy quiet for a while, and he got a bigger place so that you could move in with him, he also asked you to change your college courses to online because he was aware of the adverse reaction of your peers.

While the pregnancy was hidden, Jude was always home besides his practices and workouts. There were some occasions when he had to work out of town, but usually, he tried to come home right after work.

When your baby bumps began to show, it was when Jude told his parents and your parents. They were all upset that you guys hid the pregnancy and were disappointed that you were not careful, but after seeing your belly, they warmed up and were supportive.

Jude told his best friends and teammates next, and they were very supportive because some of them were young fathers too. When he announced it on Instagram, though there was a backlash, people were calling him names and saying that he would ruin his career. But other fellow soccer players like Neymar, who became a father at 19, were very supportive of him.

During your pregnancy, Jude tries to be home as much as possible and always tries to cook the meals you want since he doesn’t trust restaurant ingredients. He gets a little upset sometimes when you lash out at him for no reason because of your hormones, but he never yells at you and is very patient. But when he does get worn out, his mother would stay the night with you.

When you guys found out that the baby’s gender was a boy, Jude was so excited, and it seemed like your pregnancy was becoming more real. He immediately started decorating the baby’s room, and his teammates also helped with the furniture. His teammates would also tease him for being overly excited and protective of you.

After you gave birth, Jude took some time off from his club and stayed home with you. He was already so in love with his son and constantly thanked you for giving him a wonderful gift. All his teammates love your son, and they threw you guys a party for becoming parents.

The first couple of months was definitely challenging; you still had school and was also a breastfeeding mother, so you were constantly tired. Jude’s family and your family try to help out as much as possible, but they also have their own lives. But after getting used to the routine, you got the hang of it; Jude usually lets you sleep at night, and he’ll wake up when the baby cries.

Being the girlfriend and mother of Jude’s son comes with consequences, such as fans critiquing you guys for being so young and irresponsible, but once your son turned one, they got over it because you guys were still happy and good parents.

You never miss any of Jude’s games, and your son loves to watch his dad play. You also continued your education, and people started admiring you for your dedication and commitment. Your life started to shift once your son got a little older and Jude was now really famous. Many people compare you to Georgina Rodriguez (Ronald’s girlfriend), calling you the perfect soccer girlfriend.

Jude is also the type of guy that would appreciate you for being a massive support in his life and would give anything that you wish for. He also loves his son very much, and everything that he does is for you guys and would dedicate a lot of his goals and awards to you two.

Once Jude felt like you guys were stable enough and your son was old enough to have a sibling, he’ll ask if you wanted to have another child. By then, you’ll be done with college and have a career of your choice, not like you needed to work because Jude provides everything to show his appreciation towards you.

Although you didn’t mind having a second child with Jude, you felt like you were still young, so he waited another year and didn’t hesitate to get you pregnant after the year passed. This time you guys had a girl, and he was more in love. Your second pregnancy went by fast since you guys weren’t stressing as much, and once you’ve given birth to a baby girl, Jude was more in love with you, your son, and your newborn.

Jude and your son were very protective of your daughter, and you could tell she would be a daddy’s girl. Jude also asked you to stay home. He doesn’t want to get a babysitter because he is very protective of your daughter. Raising your daughter was different from raising your son because you were still in online school while raising your son, so you were the one babysitting. You agreed to quit your job and stay home with your kids, and Jude is the type of boyfriend that would put paychecks into your bank account to show his appreciation for you. You also created a TikTok account showing your life as a Pro soccer girlfriend. And there was so much support from fans, everyone finally accepting your relationship with Jude.

After your daughter was at least two years old, Jude proposed to you in the best way possible and you didn’t hesitate to say Yes. And when he went to a different soccer club, he always included you and discussed it with you first. This would include you and your kids following him and moving to where ever he goes.

Jude is definitely a family guy and is very loyal to you and the kids, and is also very protective. Sometimes there would be rumors, and he would go to you first so that you don’t misunderstand anything. He truly loves you and knows you and the kids are his best support system.

[after-witch]

Treat You Better [Homelander x Reader]

Title: Treat You Better [Homelander x Reader]

Synopsis: Homelander catches you talking to another man before your next session, and he doesn’t like it. Milky White Follow up.

Word count: 4094

notes: yandere & possessive behavior, reader is an escort, adult breastfeeding and breastplay, unhealthy relationship

“Shit!”

Ashley practically spits onto her phone as she thumbs the screen, rapidly texting whoever-it-was that was on the receiving end of her furrowed brow and pursed lips. She turns to you, smile tight and prim, and her voice raises an octave in faux pleasantry.

“Sorry about that. Emergency. You know how it is. This’ll just take as sec… wait here for me, ‘kay? ‘Kay.”

She’s gone before you can even answer, but it’s not like she was genuinely giving you a choice. You’re standing in one of what you’re sure are many elevator lobbies at Vought, waiting to be taken up to Homelander’s penthouse for your… services.

Services that you’ve rendered for some time now. It’s strange how as the meetings piled up, it got easier to do; easier to not think about how strange it was to have the strongest hero in the world sucking at your nipples, eager for the milk inside. And eager for something else, too… but you’ve never been brave enough to vocalize it, even to yourself. Warmth, maybe. Affection.

There’s nowhere to sit properly in the lobby, so you find yourself leaning against one of the tall pillars and hoping Ashley doesn’t take too long. You don’t want to be late. Homelander is many things--to the public, and to you--but he’s not the most patient of men. You were late a few weeks ago, thanks to a nasty traffic jam, and you swear he was practically pouting like a child when you finally made it up to his suite.

His attitude for that particular session wasn’t the best, and you convinced Ashley to have the driver pick you up half an hour early every time, just in case. Whenever you gave the slightest hint that Homelander wasn’t happy with something, all you had to do was mention it to Ashley and she usually fixed it right up. This was no exception. Besides, you could always wait in the car if you got there early, which is exactly what you did today.

Except now… well. You fight the urge to glance down at your phone and check the time. But maybe you should just go up yourself? Would Ashley be mad? Would Homelander be mad? Did you even remember what floor he was on?

”Are you lost?”

Your thoughts are broken up by a voice you’ve never heard, and you jump reflexively at the sudden intrusion into your space.

You get your bearings and let out a shaky laugh. It’s a man in a casual suit, no name tag. His soft brown hair is combed in a side part, and he’s carrying a tablet of his own. A Vought employee, maybe a bit lower on the ladder than Ashley, but an employee nonetheless.

“No,” you say, offering a thin smile. “Just waiting for someone.”

The man leans back a little on his heels. “Ah,” he says. “I was hoping you were lost. Then I could help you find your way.” He flashes you a smile, white and charming, so bright they are probably veneers.

And then it hits you.

Oh, he’s flirting.  You can’t help the little laugh-scoff that escapes your lips, or the way you break into your own grin. You’re flattered, in a way. It’s not like you got a lot of opportunity to meet new men, what with a newborn and your current job taking up much of your free time. Both were exhausting, and exhaustion left no room for flings or nights out at restaurants or clubs, hoping to catch someone’s eye.

“Who are you waiting for?” He asks, looking you up and down in a way that he probably thinks is subtle--but really isn’t.

You don’t know if you’re supposed to say; Ashley did tell you that everything you did here was under a very strict NDA. Would telling this man that you’re waiting for Ashley violate that agreement, somehow? It might, and you err on the side of caution.

“I’m not sure, I was just told to wait here until they came to get me.” You pause.. Maybe you should throw him a false bone, just in case he decides to remember your face later on. “It’s for an interview.”

At your words, the man smiles wider. The elevator door behind you dings and opens, and you internally curse when the sound is not followed by Ashley’s clicking heels. If only she would hurry up--or if only this guy would be on his way. ”Interviewing for Vought? Congratulations.” He leans in closer, and the subtle musk of his cologne tickles your nose. “I hope you get the job. I’d like to see you around--”

“Well, this is a surprise.”

All the muscles in  your body tense for one terrible moment, and then you turn towards the sound of the voice--Homelander.

Fuck.

The man immediately swerves, just as jumpy as you—and you wonder if, being an apparent long term employee for Vought, he has more to worry about if Homelander catches him slacking off on the job. Because when you glance at his face, you see, for just a moment, a split second of fear before it smooths over into a pleasant, strained smile.

“Homelander, sir,” the man says, smoothing out his hair. “It’s a pleasure—an honor.” He extends his hand and Homelander looks down at it for a few moments too long not to be awkward before taking it. You see the man’s muscles strain under the apparent weight of Homelander’s grip, before the moment is over.

“And who is this lovely lady?” Homelander turns to you, and you catch on in an instant that you’re not supposed to know him.

“Ah, well,” the man says, offering you a tight smile. “I actually didn’t catch her name. Miss…?”

You give it, feeling breathless, hoping your voice doesn’t tremble.

“She’s here for an interview,” the man offers, sensing awkwardness and anxiety in your tone, though he completely misunderstands the reasons for it. “I was just—”

“An interview!” Homelander’s smile is big and plastic and his voice matches it completely. You’ve never seen this side of Homelander up close, the side that’s full of fake pleasantries and falsehoods. It’s a sight you’ve only caught in front of the cameras, though you’ve only dared to question his publicly chipper attitude recently, being privy to something softer and more intimate and raw in your sessions with him. After all, how many people watching news clips of Homelander can say he’s been at their breast?

“You know what?” Homelander turns his smile towards you, and isn’t there something in his eyes, something you’re not quite catching? “I’d love to do the honors and take you up. I’ll put in a good word for you.”

It takes you a moment to realize that you should be shocked and grateful and happy, and the words spill out of your shaking lips.

“Thank you—thank you, Homelander, sir. It’s, um, an honor, really, I—”

His arm is around your shoulder, steering you away from the man without another word.

“Don’t mention it. Happy to help! And hey, buddy?” He turns his head back towards the man, who is standing, looking slightly stupefied, by the pillar. “Remember—you’re the real hero.”

**

It’s the most unpleasant elevator ride of your life, and you’ve ridden the elevator countless times with Ashley. Even after Homelander pulls his arm from around your shoulder, you can feel the weight of it on you.

Tension fills the small space so heavily that you swear you can taste it. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, but you’re unable to make the right words come out.

Then you finally splutter, “I’m sorry for being late, but Ashley—”

Homelander’s look cuts you off before you finish.

“You think I’m mad because you’re 5 minutes late?”

Well, you did. Not so much anymore.

“I don’t… know,” you admit, offering up a shrug, a pathetic smile. What else did you do? A mental checklist pops up in your head, trying to go over the ways you might have offended him, but nothing comes to mind. The elevator opens and he ushers you out.

He talks as he walks, not looking behind him.

“Who was that guy?”

“Guy?” You say, then feel stupid immediately after when he glances back at you. “He was just—I mean, Ashley went—”

Homelander finally turns to face you, and there’s something deep and impatient in his tone. Like you should know what your transgression was, and be apologizing for it already, but instead he’s having to explain it to you like a child.

“I’m not asking about Ashley. I’m asking about the guy you were talking to. The guy who looked like he wanted to fuck you right in the elevator lobby.” He practically spits out the last words, looking disgusted, looking…

Oh.

Homelander isn’t mad because you were late or because you were wasting his time.

Homelander is pissed because he’s jealous.

“I don’t know him,” you say slowly, thinking over every word. “He just came up to me while I was waiting, so I…”

It’s only a few steps between you and Homelander, and he strides through them in no time. He doesn’t grab you, but he’s close, as close as the man in the lobby was. But the two of you are alone, and there’s something new between you that you didn’t see before. Something that Homelander must be feeling, to act like this.

“I don’t want you talking to him.” It’s not a request, nor a demand—but a fact. One he expects you to accept, as if his word is law. And considering that he pays your bills, maybe it is. “You’re not here for him. Who are you here for? Say it.”

Your chest feels tight. There’s an uncomfortable feeling blooming there, and not the type of uncomfortable you feel when Homelander cuddles up to your breasts. A different kind, one more prickly, one more tinged with anxiety.

“I said,” he repeats, and for a moment you think he will grab you, but he doesn’t. “Who are you here for?’

“You,” you blurt, not sure how to say it, not sure how to take any of this.

He takes a short breath to steady himself. “Then say it. So I know you understand. Say, ‘I’m here to see Homelander.’”

You swallow, thick. You think about your nice apartment and the way you don’t skip meals to pay for diapers anymore.

“I’m here to see Homelander.” Your voice is almost a whisper. The anxiety bubbling in your chest gets pushed down, firm, insistently. You’re not afraid. You can’t be. He hasn’t hurt you. He’s just… jealous. He was preparing for a session and saw you with some guy. It would be weird if he wasn’t attached to you in some way after all this time, after the intimacy you’ve shared—paid intimacy, but still. Wouldn’t it?

The tight tension in his face seems to melt at your words, as he mulls them over, takes them in.

“Okay,” he says, half-sighing. “Okay. Good.” He smiles, and it’s not the tight smile from before; it’s the smile you’re usually greeted with when you enter his suite. Something between relief and pleasantry.

You smile, too, and if he notices the strained edges of it, it doesn’t bother him.

And just like that, everything is back to normal. Or as normal as it gets when he gestures towards the plush sofas in his living area and your hands automatically begin peeling off your shirt and undoing the clasp of your bra. You’ve taken to buying nicer maternity bras now; maybe he appreciates them, maybe he doesn’t. There’s no denying that you feel far less self-conscious in something with a bit of lace and style to it.

Sometimes you swear that the couch fits your grooves now. Maybe it does. Because it feels right—it feels comfortable—to sit down and snuggle yourself in. It doesn’t feel as awkward when Homelander shakes his wrists and sighs, forcing his body to relax, before he lays down with his head in your lap.

Today, he doesn’t go right for your breasts, though they’re waiting and primed. You’ve taken to timing your feedings and pumpings just right; it makes it easier. Otherwise, it tends to hurt, feeling forced and strained.

But now, he simply stares up at you. He’s not mad anymore. But he’s thinking. You can tell, even before he opens his mouth, that he’s not going to drop things entirely.

“You really didn’t know that guy?”

You tilt your head just a little as you look down at him. Somehow, when he’s in your lap, you don’t feel as much tension and fear as you might otherwise. Your hands stroke the side of his head, smoothing down his hair. It feels like a natural gesture at this point.

“I really didn’t know him.” And it’s the truth.

He smiles, a little childish smile, as if he was doubting you up until that moment.

“Good,” he says. “Because I… well.” He’s eyeing your breasts now, your rigid nipples, which move slightly as your chest rises and falls with your breath. “We’ll get to that later, okay? Later…”

He sighs and you take a breath, preparing yourself for the sensations that you can never entirely steel yourself to take. His mouth on your nipple, insistent, sucking. The motions are too strong, too controlled, especially now that he’s had weeks of practice. It’s better that you can’t get completely used to it, though, because it keeps your mind occupied. You don’t want to freely think about what just transpired; about what it means, or could mean. Hopefully, Homelander will be satiated with your session—with  your breasts and milk and the way your hands gingerly stroke his head—and forget all about it.

“Mine.” The word is murmured around your leaking nipple so softly that you almost don’t hear it. But your mind jolts when it registers.

“Mine,” he says again, insistent, almost moaning it around your breast. “Right?”

You don’t want to think about that word, or what he’s saying, or the way his mouth movements have become more lurid. Something closer to what he’d be doing if he had fucked you the way you assumed he wanted that first day. You think about anything else. The tacky decor on the wall across from you. The cologne of the man from before. Homelander himself. His hair is soft. His skin is soft. He probably gets professional facial treatments, and God knows how much his haircare costs.

Then there’s a sharp low pain around your breast, and you gasp, jerking away just enough that his arm snakes around your back and holds you there. When you look down, you see a slight ring of red around your skin. He nipped you, he actually nipped you—

“Right?” He says again, eyes holding your own, breath panting shallow on your wet, sore nipple.

“Right,” you repeat, voice hoarse. “Of course.” You go back to petting him. Your voice is strained. “But remember? No biting.”

“Mm,” he mutters, before licking the skin he bit with surprising tenderness. “Sorry.”

He doesn’t seem all that sorry, but you’re too focused on the man, his grip around your shoulder as he led you into the elevator, his insistence on you saying you’re only here for him; the way he claimed you and bit you, and you have no recourse but to take it, admonishing him without any real authority.

It’s a lot to take in. Is it so bad that Homelander apparently wants you? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. But you were an escort. One that didn’t actually have sex with him—he hasn’t touched you in any way except your breasts, and it’s always been within the context of him nursing from you.

And yet.. You’d been seeing each other for months now. If he was growing attached to you, it wasn’t surprising, sure--and maybe it was even a good thing?

Before you know it, his alarm goes off. He doesn’t groan childishly like he normally does. Instead, he gives your breasts one last gentle suckle. It feels like an apology for his earlier harshness, and the softness of his mouth does feel soothing--both to your breast and your ego.

He gets up, like always.

You redress, like always.

But instead of waiting by the elevator, Homelander is standing close to you. Watching. Waiting. Patiently, which is rather unlike him, and it sets the first nervous sparks off in your mind.

When you’re dressed, he smiles--a bit too thinly, a bit too forced--and gestures for you to come closer. You do. Because he has given you no reason to avoid doing so. And he is paying you, after all, for your time.

You don’t know what you expect him to do.

But you don’t expect him to suddenly press both hands gently on either side of your face, stroking, almost a mimicry of what you do to him when he’s in your lap.

“Sir?” You ask, feeling your feet shuffle in place, feeling heat rise in your cheeks, feeling something nervous prickle in your chest.

He lets his hands fall away, and something feels like it’s stuck in your throat as you look up at him.

“You’re pretty, you know that? No--I meant to say, you’re beautiful.” He corrects himself, and you almost get the sense that he’s practiced what he’s about to say. “That’s what they say, isn’t it? It gives you a…” He gestures towards you, all of you, head to toe. “Glow.”

The rug underneath the coffee table is suddenly very interesting, because it’s all you want to look at .

“I think that’s for when you’re actually pregnant,” you correct. Then you realize that you’ve just rebuffed his compliment, and you add, swiftly. “But um, thank you.”

He snorts a little out of his nose. It’s a surprisingly natural gesture, one that is far more welcome than rehearsed speeches or prim smiles.

“So.” He clicks his tongue, and takes a breath. He steps closer to you, reaches out, and for a moment you think he’ll touch your face again. But instead he puts his arm around the small of your back. It’s intimate, far more intimate, somehow, than anything he’s done before.

“We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, haven’t we?”

You have. But you get the feeling he isn’t talking about your booked-and-paid-for-sessions, exactly. At least not in the same way that you view them.

“Mmhm,” you hum, trying to keep your voice light. Being this close to him in a new situation is strange. Is it bad? You can’t deny the feelings of anxiety in your chest, but it’s not because you’re afraid of him. It’s because you don’t know what’s going to happen, don’t know if saying or doing the wrong thing will end with you losing the best source of income you’ve ever had in your life. “It’s been nice,” you add, when you’ve paused for too long.

“Nice,” he repeats, softer than you said it. And now one of his hands does come back up to your face, gently holding your chin.

“It’s coming up on our… I guess you could call it our six month anniversary, isn’t it?”

You nod, though you didn’t know that nor did you ever view it as an anniversary, and he tilts your head slightly. He’s looking at you so carefully, but you don’t know why--or what he’s searching for. His fingers spread until one of them rests on your pulse.

“You’re so nervous,” he murmurs. “Your heart is pounding. Why?”

“I don’t know,” you breathe out, and it’s the truth. It feels strange to talk with his hand on your throat, on your chin, holding your face so delicately. “I’m not sure we… I don’t know if this is…”

You don’t know what to say or how to say it. None of your chats with the other women in the agency prepared you for this type of dynamic shift, and Ashley certainly didn’t, either.

“C’mon,” he chides, and his face gets just a little closer. “Don’t tell me you don’t like me.”

“Of course I like you,” you say, quick, and you don’t mean it to sound defensive but it probably does. “I’m just confused?” And it’s the truth again. You don’t know why but you’ve always sensed that he prefers the truth above all.

“Well, let me clear up some of the confusion.” There’s humor in his clipped tone, and at least your heart calms down a little. You haven’t stepped on any hidden mines so far, and maybe you wouldn’t ever, as long as you kept yourself clear-headed about things.

“I like you…” He emphasizes the words by removing his hand from your face and gesturing from his chest to yours. “And you like me…” And then back again. “And what do two people who like each other do?” His lips quirk up in a smile, expectant, even a little charming. When you don’t answer, he starts for you. “They…” He spins his wrist, laying his palm flat in front of you, enticing you to finish his thought.

“They kiss?” You suggest. Because what else might you suggest, given his proximity, given the way he was holding your face, given the way his body is close in a way so different than all the times you’ve seen him before?

“Right,” he says, half-laughing, and his hand grips your chin as he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips.

Your heart thuds inside your chest as your mind catches up to your body--to his body, and his mouth, and his hands on you. You murmur something against his lips, but you don’t know if it’s dissenting or not.

The kiss is warm and chaste, at first. Tentative and soft. And then his mouth opens against yours, enveloping your lips, and you don’t really think as you return the gesture, as the kiss deepens. There’s a buzzing underneath your skin, and you can’t decide if it’s good or bad. You feel electric. You feel naughty. You feel conflicted.  

Should you be doing this? It was what you expected all this months ago, wasn’t it? How far will this go? Will he take you into the bedroom before you leave and--

He suddenly pulls away and his eyebrows furrow in annoyance, and there’s the brief fear that you did something wrong, before you hear the elevator door ding harsh and loud.

His face scrunches up in pure irritation.

“Hello, Ashley,” he says, voice biting, hard.

Ashley, for her part, is wearing a painted on smile.

“Hello, Homelander, sir.” She waves to you with painted nails waggling. “I’ve just come to collect--”

“I know why you’re here, Ashley. I’m not a moron. Christ.”

The electrical tension that was in the air has all but evaporated, replaced with an uncomfortable irritation that makes you feel slightly ill. You snatch your discarded jacket from the sofa and begin to fully button it up, offering an apologetic smile to Homelander as you whisk yourself towards Ashley.

Homelander starts to say something, but stops himself.

Ashley looks at you, then back at Homelander, then back to you. She looks like she might say something too, but her lips close and she taps the parking garage floor and simply stares ahead, eyes slightly widened, as they shut on Homelander.

Before they do, you offer a wave. It feels dumb. But in the split second before the door closes, you see him return it, and maybe that means things will be okay.

**

Ashley’s phone is dinging before the elevator reaches the bottom floor.

“Oh, okay,” she says, confusion clear in her voice.

Your stomach twists. You blew it, didn’t you? He’s telling her to have you fuck off and never come back, or telling her that he wants someone else from the agency, someone who won’t scamper out of his sight like a mouse the moment she gets kissed.

You finally can’t take it anymore, and you force yourself to ask: “Is everything okay?”

Ashley nods a little too quickly for you liking.

“Oh, of course. It’s just--well.” She gives a sly grin in your direction. “Homelander just told me to book you two reservations at the nicest restaurant in town for tomorrow night. Exciting, huh?”

You wish you could blame the drop in your stomach on the elevator thudding to a stop.

“Yeah,” you reply, thinking about his lips against your own. “Exciting.”

[anadiasmount]

Could you do one about how Christian would be as a dad to be? Like during pregnancy and when the baby is born please?

i’m guessing you wanted this as a head cannon? if not i hope you don’t mind if i do it like this ❣️

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when you reveal to him ur pregnant, he’s in utter shock. which makes you feel uneasy, until you feel him bend down to his knees and hug your stomach. his head laying on your abdomen where he talks with the baby. he cries and pours his heart out of him being so happy and grateful for you. “is this actually real? i’m going to be a dad?”

despite his heavy and hectic schedule he still attends the doctors appointment every time. he drives you there, opens the door for you, holds your hand, and even checks in with the receptionist for you. while waiting for the midwife, he talks to you about the nursery, and the different color schemes he likes.

you have to reassure him every time you wince at the cold sensation of the gel, bc he gets so concerned, only wanting for you to be comfortable and safe. he holds your left hand constantly kissing it, as you watch your baby through the ultrasound. “look at the baby! i want to meet them already…”

his brown eyes widen when you get to hear your babies heartbeat for the first time. he shakes his head with excitement, and tells you he wants to hear it all the time. he even goes out to buy a baby heart beat monitor. “christian, seriously?” “can you blame me? i love the sound. it’s our baby’s heartbeat.”

throughout the pregnancy he makes it the priority for you to be relaxing and resting at all times, making you feel completely helpless. you’re so used to moving around and getting different tasks done, so when this happens you just have to bite your tongue. knowing christian is so protective of you and his baby. “don’t you dare move. i’ll be right back.”

you sometimes take trips to different to baby stores to check out the cribs, clothes, beds, carriers, strollers, some bottles, breastfeeding pumps, etc. he’s such a dad already, and researches the best products so the two of you can buy. “i saw this stroller online, it’s a 2-in-1. let’s go check it out.”

when the day of gender reveal comes around, the two of you decided to head north to Hershey, where all his family and yours reunite to celebrate. you asked his sister to surprise you, and she couldn’t back down on the idea, more than ready and excited to do so. especially since you helped her with hers. “OMG I WOULD BE SO HONORED!”

he’s dressed in a white button up, and you with a tight white dress with brown sandals. you kiss his cheek and jaw when you feel his hand nervously draw shapes on your bump. “you okay chris?” “yeah. just nervous that’s all. we finally get put out our misery,” he’d joke.

the long debate of whether it was a boy or girl ends, when you the color blue pops out. you immediately let out a small laughter and began to let out a couple tears of joy, which causes christian to softly kiss you and wipe them away. “we’re having a baby boy! a mini me running around!”

the next few months fly by. the now impatient waiting for your due date to appear. the constant cycles of going to pee, take frequent naps, weird craving, insomnia kicking ur ass. but despite it all, christian is there to guide and help you. “how can you eat that?” he’d say, “oh shut up. it’s this or me being cranky. so you decide…”

one thing you especially love is where he pulls out his guitar and sings to the baby, where they respond by kicking your belly when they hear the small noises. christian also reads to the baby, his head on your bump while reading nursery books. “you see here? this story is about how the piggy went to market.”

the day before labor, you feel the contractions and cramps. taking small step around the house, your hair in a messy clip, sighing and breathing in and out. christian is there to help you practice breathing methods, and timing the contractions before it’s go time. “ready? 1,2,3,4… let it out… there we go… again….”

after ur water breaks, you began to get nervous and filled with anxiety, but he reassures you everything will be okay. “i’m here baby. i’m here for you and our baby boy okay? scream, cry, laugh all you want.”

christian ties you hair up, holds your strong grip hand around his and you walk around the hospital room, he wipes off the sweat and applied cold wraps around your head to ease the heat. he whispers words of encouragement to you, rubbing your back and abdomen when the pain gets bad. “i’m going to change this okay? this will help your back better. just breath baby, im here for you.”

christian gets a bit light headed during labor, especially at the sight of his baby coming out of you. he just nervously laughs it off, holding your hand and encouraging you to push. the relief on your face once you let out that final push and hear your baby cry, ends his misery and wait. “you did it baby! i’m so proud of you…”

when he finally holds his baby, he cries. especially when the baby wraps his hand around christians pinky. feeling the bundle of joy in his arms is the most happiest day of his life, right after meeting you of course. all you can do is tiredly watch as your boys hold each other. “he’s so tiny” he coos, “he has your brows and lips…”

when coming home he helps you inside the house, going back and forth to gets the bags, and baby carrier. he heats up some pads and some water for you to make some coffee or tea. he puts your feet up to reduce the swelling and kisses your head while holding you. the baby sound asleep in your arms after feeding him.

with one hand he opens the nursery door, the baby occupying the other one as christian hold him secured. you follow behind him, wrapping a hand around his tattoed bicep. he looks around proudly at the monsters inc decorated themed room, before whispering, “welcome home theo… daddy and mommy love you so much…”

[blogdays]

Mybabyfor - Devasa+ (2)

Bonding and emotional connection between a mother and her baby are crucial for the baby's overall development and well-being. Building a strong bond with the baby helps in creating a sense of security and trust, which is essential for their emotional and social development. Mindfulness practices can be beneficial for mothers in reducing stress and enhancing their emotional connection with their infants. Spending quality time with the baby, engaging in activities such as talking, singing, and cuddling, can strengthen the bond between the mother and the baby. This emotional connection provides a nurturing environment for the baby's growth and development. Proper nutrition and a well-established feeding schedule are vital for the baby's growth and development. Breastfeeding is recommended as the best source of nutrition for infants, as it provides essential nutrients and antibodies that boost their immune system. Mother psychology should ensure that they have a balanced diet and consume enough fluids to maintain their own health and provide adequate nutrition to their nasal congestion in babies. It is important to follow the guidance of healthcare professionals regarding the introduction of solid foods and the appropriate feeding schedule for the baby's age and developmental stage. Regular check-ups with a pediatrician can help monitor the baby's growth and ensure that they are receiving the necessary nutrition for their development. Maintaining proper hygiene and ensuring regular check-ups are essential aspects of baby care. Baby care tips for mothers, should pay attention to keeping the baby clean and changing diapers regularly to prevent skin irritations and infections. Bathing the baby movements in the womb with gentle products suitable for their delicate skin is important. Regular visits to the pediatrician for vaccinations, anger management in children, developmental assessments, and overall health check-ups are crucial to monitor the baby's growth and detect any potential health issues early on. Additionally, seeking support from loved ones and joining parenting support groups can provide mothers with valuable advice and assistance in caring for their babies. By prioritizing hygiene and regular check-ups, mothers can ensure the well-being and health of their babies.

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VI. ~Survival~

Summary: You were determined to survive longer than anyone, even if you were set to marry him.

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, themes/depictions of horror, swearing/language, suggestive, mentions of child murder/adult murder, implied cannibalism, breastfeeding, pet names (Y/n called Little Flower 4-5x), Implications of child neglect, implied Stockholm Syndrome, images/depictions of dead bodies, slight misogynistic themes (if you squint).

Word Count: 4.9k

A/n: I apologize for being so late with this post... I was initially going to post this around Thanksgiving (practically on Thanksgiving day), but I decided to do a little revising. I finished this chapter on my flight though I was unhappy with the product, so I tweaked it a little. There were a few other factors, such as spending time with family, and I did happen to get sick while on my vacation; however, I am better and was finally able to finish this chapter. Chapter VII is already in the works and will be released sometime in early January, hopefully, sooner. I know I've been saying this for a while, but I'm still trying to figure out a posting schedule, but in the meantime, I will be posting when I can. Thank you all for being patient with me. It's greatly appreciated. This a friendly reminder that my asks are open. If you want to ask me any questions about this story/other works or to talk about hcs, suggestions, or to be added to the taglist for any of my series, have at it! Thank you for sticking around, and enjoy Part 6 of Survival!

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You knew in your years of living that motherhood would never be easy, but taking care of the future heirs of a four-armed man practically considered a god was another story. You were restless, your stress and anxiety slowly creeping up on you. The worst part was that you had to keep those vulnerabilities concealed. Not once were you allowed to let a weakness slip, or else you and your children could end up being the next set of cold bodies on the record.

Today was especially no exception to those rules.

You sat in the garden with your twins, letting their beautiful giggles fill your ears. The wives that had begun to admire you gathered around the scene, cooing at how your baby boy and girl interacted with each other. This was something you had seen often with your babies. The two were inseparable as they were constantly interacting with each other, grabbing and laughing with each other, and overall enjoying their childhood innocence. The sight was almost able to make you forget the upcoming event today.

Inspection day.

It was a typical tradition among the mothers who lived in the temple. Sukuna would request all mothers and children to meet at the temple's main hall to inspect his sons and daughters. It was a way of seeing the progress of his kinder to pick out the most suitable heir among them.

Unfortunately, there were many situations where the father had decided it best for his weaker spawn to be taken out of the competition. It did not matter how old they were— if he saw that they were falling slightly behind the other children, he would not hesitate to end the child’s “miserable life,” as he deemed it.

You were no exception to this rule. No one was. The life of your twins could be ended with a simple wave of Ryomen Sukuna's hand, and you could not be more horrified by that fact. You tried to pride yourself in how you prepared your children for such days, but you could not help but worry. Your twins were strong and healthy, which was the only requirement for infants on inspection day, but as they mature, they must present more than general health. Hardly any of the children made it to their teenage years. None made it to adulthood.

"Is this not your twin's first inspection?"

The question pulled you out of your thoughts as you turned to look at one of the wives, an acquaintance of yours. It had been about a few months since you had given birth to your little miracles, and you could not be more content with the time you've been able to spend with them; however, it would be untruthful if you kept telling yourself that it wasn't taking a toll on you. You could admit that you had become more paranoid, causing harm to you both physically and mentally. There were days that you would hardly leave the nursery, trying to avoid others from seeing you in a disheveled state. Although, it was a rare occasion, meaning no one had any suspicions regarding your behavior.

"Indeed, but I am confident in my parenting," you responded in confidence.

You saw some eyes shine in admiration as you held your head high and proud, proving your current status among the other wives. Over the few months, you managed to convince the other wives that you were untouchable; however, that did not mean you didn’t receive loathing stares and comments. Most of those women had decided it best to keep a distance, waiting for you to slip up to take the higher ground, but it was proving difficult to be patient at that time.

You could feel the stares of the ones who were still waiting. You could already picture the snickers and smirks behind you, knowing that today could be one of your many possible slips. All that could be done was to pray; pray that everything would go according to plan.

Before you allowed your paranoia and anxiety to seep in more than you already had, you looked up to see servants pouring out into the garden, helping some mothers gather their children. One had attempted to approach you, but your attendant quickly hopped in, telling them she could aid you. The two of you gathered what little items you had brought and settled your children in your arms.

It did not take long for everybody in the garden to make their way to the main hall, where Sukuna awaited his next of kin. The crowd was suffocating, some women and even children being too close for comfort. You eventually found yourself in a line in front of the doors to the main hall. Hushed voices filled the room as the women started to converse. The conversations ranged from ones of concern, cockiness, and caution. No matter the topic, you could tell that the tension was increasing.

What went from whispers turned into boisterous discussions. It stayed that way for a while until the inspection began. The second those doors went ajar, the room went silent instantly. You could see how the simple action brought everyone slight fear. The children who were old enough to think were undoubtfully terrified of the occasion, having either been told the dangers of inspection day to prepare them or they had experienced the ritual and what it meant for them if they were to fail.

"The examinations shall begin!"

With that announcement from one of the distant servants, the line started to move forward. There was nothing but silence as the line advanced into the room. From what you knew, silence meant one of two things, dread or reassurance, and from what you could tell, the quiet was proving to be more of a relief. Unfortunately, the quietness did not last long.

"NOOOO!" you heard a woman cry, followed by the piercing scream of a child.

That was only the first of many screams you would hear that day. As you advanced toward the main hall, the shrill screams crescendoed. Some came from a mom, but most came from the youth. Most of your companions stayed in the room, while others left in a broken state or muttering in disappointment toward their deceased kid. No matter the result, you could only feel disdain.

Before you knew it, you were the next to approach your husband. You could see Sukuna sitting on his throne as he looked at one of his sons. The boy could have been no older than two or maybe even three years of age, hardly old enough to understand what was going on, but you could tell that this boy would not have a happy ending. You had spoken to his mother before, and based on what you had heard, the boy was lacking behind the others in his age group.

You remember sitting in the garden with your twins one day, feeding them as you watched the slightly older kids play; however, there happened to be one boy in particular that had caught your eye. He had been chasing around one of his siblings before he collapsed, coughing up blood not too long after tumbling. You knew that the child was your competition, but out of the goodness of your heart, you approached the struggling boy, managing to keep your children in place to not disturb them.

You found no need to ask if the boy was alright—blood splayed out in the grass served as enough proof that he was not. You rubbed his back as he was stuck in a coughing fit, blood spewing onto the grass.

You looked around for the boy's mother, only to see that no one around was interested in assisting the kid.

The child sat there with you for a few minutes before you saw a slightly older woman making her way toward you, a look of worry etched upon her face. She immediately ran up and hugged her son before thanking you profusely for caring for him despite having responsibilities with your own children. Despite not needing your assistance anymore, she remained, telling you of his illness. From what you gathered, he had developed the problem not too long after the inspection the previous year, causing him to fall behind the other children his age in their physical health, meaning it would be harder for him to develop his cursed energy.

As you stood there, hearing the incoherent voices of the child talking to his father, you focused your attention on his awaiting mother. She played with her fingers, bit her bottom lip, and let her eyes tremble as her anxiety began to kick in. A little part of you wanted to go in and comfort her, but you knew you could not, so you chose the second-best option. In slight haste, you whispered in your attendant's ear, asking her a simple request. She was only gone for a second before making her way back over to your side.

On the far left side of the room, where the mother had been standing, you saw a female servant approach. She tapped on the mother's shoulder, whispering in her ear before escorting her out of the room. Sukuna, despite being preoccupied with his determination for the boy, had taken notice of her leave. His gaze followed her path to exit the room as she let out a few sniffles, trying to hide her despair, as she knew her son's fate the moment they had walked into the room.

The conversation between Sukuna and the boy continued. You observed the scene, patiently waiting as you nurtured your twins. The wait repulsed you. The more Sukuna dragged out the conversation, the more the boy's symptoms started to show. Fortunately enough, the torture came to an end when the boy coughed up blood on his father.

You watched as Sukuna looked down at himself, seeing the splotches of blood on his skin. The fear in the kid's eyes was evident as they widened in absolute terror at what he had done. Despite being very young, the child knew that his father wasn't much of a forgiving person. It did not take long for the tears to well up and spill from his eyes. You tried to remind yourself that the competition was being eliminated, but your morals wouldn't allow you to suppress the sympathy you felt.

What came next, you could hardly watch. The boy, despite his horror, plastered a smile on his face as he apologized to his father. Sukuna only sighed as he looked up to meet the boy's eyes. You could hear the whispers behind you as mothers conversed with each other. Some were of pity, some were of fear, and others of relief.

As awful as it sounds, you felt it would be best for the boy. His condition wasn’t getting any better. To wait another year, with his fate practically predetermined, would have been torture. There was no doubt in your mind that by the following year, he would no longer be standing within the temple. Right now, you could tell he was at peace with his fate, the saddening smile proving you so.

The next few seconds were quick. Sukuna uttered one last statement before putting the child out of his misery. It was silent— there were no screams or pleas for mercy. All you could see was blood spilling down from where the boy once stood and a slight clinking noise as something had clearly fallen.

It did not take long to hear the shuffles of servants rushing to clean up the mess to avoid any “complications” regarding attachments. Any belongings of a deceased child were discarded immediately as Sukuna was advised that it would be easier for a mother to move on and procreate once more when they were not reminded of their dead offspring. In a way, this method proved to work sufficiently, especially with the women willing to keep Sukuna pleased or the more vulnerable women. It kept them obedient. It kept them distracted.

Sukuna watched as the help slowly and efficiently cleaned up the mess, but the second he looked up and laid eyes on your form, it was clear that the man was too eager to wait any longer. You could see the smirk on his face grow and the gleam in his eye. The gesture should have given you relief, but it made you apprehensive.

"Come forward, Little Flower," Sukuna announced.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Sukuna beckoned to you. Despite your apprehension, you walked forward, keeping your head high to facade your uneasiness. As you approached your husband, you kicked an item, the clinking on the ground. You do not know what came over you at the moment, but some form of impulse caused you to slip the item into your shoe, hiding it underneath the sole of your foot.

In a matter of a few steps, you were standing before Sukuna. Unlike the other inspections performed, Sukuna was quick to stand, towering over your form. You could only stare into his eyes as he peered down at you, the grin on his face growing. Maybe it was due to the situation, but it was more unsettling than usual. Had he predetermined his decision? Was he going to take your children out of your care? The questions kept flooding your mind while keeping a straight face.

"You seem quite confident in yourself, Little Flower," Sukuna stated.

"I am as I believe I've shown enough skill in my ability to mother our infants," you responded, swallowing whatever anxieties you had.

The answer seemed to please Sukuna as he sat back down on his throne, grabbing your waist to stand between his legs. You knew he was teasing you at this point, trying to stir a reaction out of you, trying to rile you up. This was common for him to do with new moms. You did not know if it was for entertainment or a form of test, but it still made you uneasy either way.

"We shall see then, won't we?"

You watched as Sukuna went from looking into your eyes to looking at your twins. The babies were tucked snuggly in your arms, their heads turned into your chest to obtain warmth from your body. With one of his hands, Sukuna turned your son's head to achieve a better look, his teasing look turning into one of concentration. The two-faced man was gentle with his touches, something you had not known he was capable of, something you couldn't believe was in his nature.

He took his time, undoubtedly in no haste to proceed with the mandatory tradition. Just when you thought he had finished, anticipating him to pass your son back to you, he slithered one of his arms to take grasp of your daughter. You watched as the baby squirmed in his hold, attempting to shift into a comfortable position, letting out an occasional grunt as she did so.

Your heart was hammering against your ribs. Your chest started to develop a heave. Your hands began to grip the material of your kimono. You had never experienced fear as great as this.

"You never cease to amaze me, Y/n."

You almost sighed after hearing that glorious sentence, but you kept your poise as you bowed, ready to take your twins back into your arms. However, Sukuna never made it that easy for you. The four-armed man quickly pulled you onto his lap, handing your twins over as he plastered an all-too-familiar grin on his face. Before you could question his actions, Sukuna straightened his form, placing his back against his throne as he looked at the awaiting line of women and children.

"Listen well, women! This is where your standards should be. In a year of her time, Y/n has accomplished what the majority of you achieved in a decade here at the temple. She has even gone as far as surpassing you all. I suggest you all follow her example."

You didn't know how to feel about Sukuna's short speech. There was a chance that the man had placed a target on your back, but he could have also made you untouchable. His utterances of praise could be proved as both a curse and a blessing.

Once he had settled himself, you believed he would let you leave to inspect the next child— you were wrong. He held you in his lap and beckoned for the next mother to bring forth the child. He didn’t speak to you after that. He continued the rest of the inspection, caging you in a set of his arms.

To say you were horrified was an understatement.

What you had seen was gruesome and grotesque, but that isn’t what unsettled you. What truthfully left you distressed was your absence of physical and mental response. You were desensitized.

You watched as he slaughtered child by child. You felt his second mouth chew on the bones of his deceased kin. You heard the screams and cries of both women and children, some even calling to you to convince Sukuna to spare mercy. But no matter what, you felt absolutely nothing.

Had you really become that selfish?

You were always willing to get your hands dirty to keep yourself and your children alive, but you never imagined you’d have to shut down your humanity to achieve that; however, in a dog-eat-dog world, you would have to look out for number one.

So you sat there, watching body…

After body…

After body…

After body…

Stack up in the room without so much as a flinch. Not a word escaped your mouth, nor a yelp or gasp. You sat there motionless and silent as the chaos subdued into a conclusion. The dense silence was a dead sign that the event had ended.

You were shifted to sit between Sukuna’s legs, facing the mothers and children who had decided to wait in the room. You could see looks of great pride, looks of disappointment, and looks of grief. The sight alone could’ve made you cry, but you refused to let that happen.

There was no room for errors in your plan, such as letting your vulnerabilities show.

“What should I do with them?” Sukuna whispered in your ear discretely as he leaned down, almost making you jump.

“What do you mean?” You asked, trying to act oblivious to his question, although you knew fully what he meant.

“It’s relatively simple— should I spare their pitiful lives, or should I exterminate them? With what we created, there is no reason to keep them around; however, I leave that judgment entirely up to you.”

You could not help but widen your eyes. The power and jurisdiction Sukuna had given you were tempting and overwhelming. In a simple sentence, you could have the competition eliminated. Your mind was rushing with all the possibilities of your future if you went through with what Sukuna had offered. Knowing all the opportunities, you made your decision with ease.

"Spare them," you answered.

"What an interesting choice, Little Flower," Sukuna chuckled before sitting up straight, "Very well then."

Sukuna looked down at the forms in front of them, wearing a straight face as he examined each of their faces. With little to no expression on his face, Sukuna looked more fearsome. Nobody could tell what he was thinking or planning— any action that was to follow from his state of blankness would come unexpectedly.

"You should all be grateful to be standing here today. Unbeknownst to you, I just offered your companion a very tempting offer. However, she chose to spare your lives," Sukuna announced, "You should all be thankful."

You felt one of Sukuna's arms grab your waist, and you could feel his hand grasp your face as he pushed his cheek to yours. All eyes were now focused on you. Every movement was monitored and taken note of on both ends. If you were going to be truthful, you didn't know how to feel about the new-found attention— like you had mentioned earlier, Sukuna's praise was both a blessing and a curse.

You felt his Cheshire grin form as his face remained against yours. It was clear that he was pleased with what he had done. Whatever was brewing in his mind, you couldn't deduce, and quite frankly, you didn't want to. Even with your inquiries about the situation, you believed you would never follow up on them. Some questions were better unanswered.

"Ahem, Sukuna-sama, I believe it would be best to conclude this session," A person, whom you couldn't deduce whether they were a man or female, chimed.

You had seen this individual at the temple before, usually seeing him trail behind Sukuna. In many instances, you had assumed this person to be a personal servant to Sukuna, but if you were sincere, you thought they were more than that to the two-faced man. Possibly a close friend, sibling, or some sort of ally.

"I suppose you're right, Uraume," Sukuna sighed, straightening himself out again.

"This examination event is concluded. All of you may leave. Remember the words of caution I have so graciously given you. Dismissed!" The four-armed man announced, keeping his posture straight and intimidating.

With his confirmation, you stood, twins in your arms, making your way out of the room before you were yanked down into Sukuna's lap.

"Not you, Little Flower. I'm not finished with you yet."

At that instant, you didn't know what to think. Unlike the other moments you had been pulled aside, you did not feel anything. Your mind wasn't running with questions and fear— you were calm. If Sukuna had wanted to hurt you, he would have done it by now. If he found your children useless, he would have put them down the moment you approached him.

The room was empty and quiet as the two of you sat there, watching the last child leave. The silence encased the room after that. You made no effort to make eye contact, and neither did Sukuna. It was not out of fluster or fear but rather the peace in that silence. You couldn't remember the last time you had been left in a room where your mind wasn't running rapidly or where there wasn't some sort of commotion outside a set of doors.

"Walk with me," Sukuna blurted, allowing you to move out of his lap, babies settled in your arms.

You watched as your husband stood, motioning you to follow him as he made his way toward the main hall doors. It was quiet for most of the walk as he led you to who knows where. There was a moment you wanted to ask him about where he was taking you, but there was something about his blank expression that made you second guess yourself, deciding to continue trailing behind him until he released you to your duties; however, Sukuna took notice in your lagging behind, slowing down his pace while hovering one of his hands at your lower back to keep you from falling behind any further.

"We're here," the man announced suddenly, pulling you out of your own consciousness.

You watched as Sukuna opened a pair of grand doors, revealing a nursery; however it wasn't the nursery you were accustomed to. The room was relatively small compared to the other where you and the other mothers would care for your children, but it was size enough to fit at least a few groups of people.

"What is this? Are you relocating some of us?" you asked as you looked around the room.

"No, only these two. I believe they should be separate from the other offspring and their mother. They will be just fine with a wet nurse in the evenings."

The string you were working so hard to maintain snapped in that instant. You felt as if something overtook you, a shadow looming over you. The thought of you being isolated from your babies left you paranoid; moreover, the idea of a wet nurse taking care of them left you livid. No longer did you care if you upset Sukuna. He went beyond your line of patience when he suggested the concept of leaving your children in another's care.

“No.”

You swore that you saw all four of his eyes widen the slightest, and you were convinced that you even saw him smile a little, but with all the adrenaline from your sudden irritation may have easily made you see things. For a subtle instant, you wished you could have taken that singular word back, but the regret quickly flushed away as you remained glaring at your husband. This was the first time you had truly stood up against Sukuna, the man who was more than capable of wiping out a village in a matter of minutes— seconds if he pleased.

"disputing me? I have to be honest; I do not know how to feel about your sudden disobedience, but I'll entertain it. Why do you disagree with my plans?" Sukuna chuckled, inching himself closer to your straight form.

Selfishness.

"You know as well as I the betrayal and deception among the women in this temple; bribery, extortion, treachery, and other deceitful actions. I understand you are not a man of morals, but we can agree upon our children's interests. You said it yourself, they've been able to excel further than any of the other children, and I strongly believe that has been possible with my watchful eye and protection."

"You make a very fascinating argument, Little Flower. However, I still do not understand how this is beneficial if you do not tell me what you're proposing directly," Sukuna questioned.

You knew fully what he wanted to hear from you, and you were willing to give it to him. Though the words that would spill from your mouth would be distasteful, you had to come too far in the game to back out. The two cards you had set on the table were choosing between life and dignity— the choice was evident between the two.

Life.

"Sukuna, I beg of you. Please let the children stay with me until they are old enough to communicate their thoughts; this will benefit you. The time they spend with me will not be fruitless. I will educate them to the best of my ability, and when you deem them ready, they can begin whatever training you set out for them; however, during that time, I only have one request..." you paused, seeing if you should continue.

"And what would that be, Little Flower?"

"That you protect them with your life," you answered.

"And if I do not accept these terms," the man countered.

Your answer determined not just your life but your children's. You were starting to run out of cards to play, and you couldn't run out to get a new deck at the moment. With every option you looked at, there was risk involved, but all the safe options hardly guaranteed the future you were hoping for. It was a true gamble. So, in those last moments of desperation, you played your shot in the dark.

"Then I walk from this temple, twins in hand."

The silence felt like hours while, in reality, it was only a few seconds. In those few seconds of silence, you could not help but feel slight regret...who would not feel this remorse in your situation. Though you have faced life-or-death decisions in the past, this one way is by far the most alarming, and the stillness wasn't doing you any favors.

Then came the infamous chuckle, one of his more notable responses that could strike fear in the most powerful shaman.

“Seems that my Little Flower has grown some thorns, hasn’t she?”

You could only look at him as he approached, towering over you in his close proximity.

"Is this an attempt at proposing a deal, Y/n?"

Deal.

That word sent shivers down your spine, but not out of fear or disgust. It was a pleasant quiver. It wasn’t effortless to broker a deal with Sukuna, especially since you were merely another one of his, and as much as you hated to refer to yourself in such a degrading way, concubines. If it had been anyone else, you could guarantee that their head would be cut clean off by now, making it clear that you had something of value on the table to offer by the fact you hadn’t been decapitated at the moment.

“Yes,” you answered confidently.

“Straightforward as always, I see. I think that is what I love most about you. You never seem to dance around the question,” Sukuna quipped, looking down at you with a look you still could not deduce, “Fine, I’ll take you up on this deal, as it is of mutual interest, but I want something in return.”

You nodded, waiting to hear what he wanted to put on the table.

“I want your word that you never leave this temple unless it is under my supervision and say so. Unless I’m accompanying you outside those gates, you will remain here. Do we have a deal?”

Outings from the temple were usually uncommon, but they were on occasion, but only a select few would attend such expeditions. These women were commonly accompanied by a chaperone: maids, guards, gardeners, anyone from Sukuna’s staff but never Sukuna Ryomen himself. The man was not known for being someone to leave the temple for leisurely walks or to run a quick errand to the local market, meaning you would practically be bound to the temple for as long as he stayed in your village and bound by his side for as long as he or you lived.

This was your gamble.

Selling your life entirely over to Sukuna for the safety of your kin.

"Yes, we have a deal."

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[runnning-outof-time]

Hello! I know you're not taking requests right now, but I still want to share with you a somewhat strange idea❤️

What if the reader was Tommy's wife in an arranged marriage? She loved him, he might have had warm feelings, but still cheated. And what if the reader accepted his child after the infidelity? She had just given birth to Tommy's baby herself, literally two weeks ago, when he brought home a newborn from another woman. And what if Tommy saw the reader breastfeeding his son from the infidelity in the middle of the night, tenderly caressing him as his own child.

I'm not very good at describing things and not strong in English at all. Thank you!

Hi there @alimosblog ! Thanks for stopping in and sharing this with me! 😊 you described this wonderfully…I was clearly able to picture it as I was reading through it!

This is such an interesting idea! — I just had to dive into it under the cut!

Bless that woman’s heart for sticking with him after he went and not only cheated with, but also had a baby with another woman whilst being married to her .. then she took that baby in (I wonder if the other woman then found out about him being married and dumped the baby on them in exchange for money or something? 🤔🤔 because I’m imagining this being later in the series, when he’s amassed some power) … and so she’s got these two children who are so close in age that it’s practically like she’s raising twins and she has to bring the baby in….it’s a baby, it can’t do anything for itself and she has a caring heart that goes out to it.

Now we need to dig into why she’s even decided to stay with Tommy after his unforgivably crass actions … So it’s later in the series, Tommy has wealth and power. I’m can’t seem to choose whether (Y/N)’s family is more powerful/wealthy than his, or if they somehow crossed the Shelbys in a way and this marriage was how things became neutralized again.

Either way, I think that she’s pressured to stay in this union because of external circumstances … I also think she’s lost love for Tommy because of his actions, so she decides to devote herself to the two children so that they have the best lives that can be given.

And so when Tommy sees her nurturing this baby that he had with his mistress it kind of breaks his brain — how can she love a child that was brought in under the worst circumstances? But he doesn’t know that she’s already made peace with it all (because she has to given her family and their wishes…she’s not getting out of this marriage) and has dedicated herself to these children.

She stays at Arrow House for the children and raises them up. I’d like to think that the child that isn’t hers doesn’t know that (while they’re young and growing at least) and for the most part they’re a cohesive family unit. She tries her best to make it seem like she and Tommy are happy in front of the children, but those actions don’t just erase themselves and so it’s never 100% not an act — it helps that Tommy’s off working for most of the time though.

I’d also imagine that those children are the apple of her eye and vice versa when they get older — there���s such a deep love there that it transcends everything else.

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I hope you liked my little musings on this amazing idea! Thanks so much for sharing it with me and trusting me with it! 🥰 — I’m sorry that I didn’t write out a full request with it, but it was fun to dissect it and imagine it this way. Feel free to drop in anytime! I’m hoping that I’ll be able to open my requests soon so that you could share any other ideas you may have!

[mommymichelles-blog]

I hope this message finds you well. I am reaching out to gather some insights and advice on a very special and personal journey I am embarking upon. As a mother deeply invested in the well-being and care of those I love, I have recently decided to extend my nurturing capabilities to include someone who identifies with the Adult Baby/Diaper Lover (ABDL) community. This decision comes from a place of love, understanding, and a desire to provide a safe, comforting environment for someone who needs it.

I am currently in the process of educating myself about the best practices for ABDL caregiving. My goal is to create a nurturing, secure atmosphere where the individual under my care can feel completely at ease and embraced for who they are. This includes, but is not limited to, providing 24/7 diapering, engaging in age regression activities such as breastfeeding, and ensuring that their environment is conducive to their emotional and physical comfort.

Moreover, I am keen on exploring educational resources about ABDL to better understand the psychological and emotional aspects of those who find comfort in regressing to a more childlike state. I believe that being well-informed will enable me to be a more effective and empathetic caregiver. I am also interested in learning about the types of activities and stories that can enrich our experience, enhance bonding, and provide the most comfort.

Additionally, I am looking into acquiring the necessary essentials such as high-quality diapers, onesies, and other comforting items to ensure that all needs are met with the utmost care and consideration. My aim is to create an environment that not only alleviates anxiety and depression but also fosters a sense of security and happiness.

I would greatly appreciate any advice, resources, or insights you could share regarding ABDL caregiving. Any recommendations on books, communities, or online resources that could guide me in this journey would be incredibly helpful. I am committed to making this experience as fulfilling and comforting as possible for the individual in my care.

Thank you for taking the time to read my email. I look forward to your response and any guidance you can provide.

Warm regards,

[jiminrings]

please could you write about yoongi meeting the baby for the first time :)

478: drabble

alternatively, yoongi drops by your house out of the blue :)

[ 478 masterlist ]

Hwayoung’s first three days in the house has kept things askew.

For starters, you and Jungkook have never been happier than now but at the same note, the both of you have never been more sleep-deprived in your lives.

You’re getting the hang of breastfeeding and Jungkook’s slowly improving his efficiency in diaper-changing, the only moments wherein Hwayoung wasn’t either crying or gurgling being spent on trying to keep things maintained in general.

Your husband used to have this solid routine of cleaning everything around the house everyday but now, he can’t do so much as vacuuming in the fear of missing out and undoing all your work on soothing Hwayoung. He did read this article how it’d be beneficial to get your babies used to loud sounds such as vacuuming, but being a first-time dad, he already feels like bursting to tears when he sees his daughter’s face scrunching up from the sound.

Jungkook still has the routine down of cooking your meals but he only has much time to prepare them for you and not for himself, going about his day feeding off from granola bars and ramen that he won’t even let you have because there’s too much salt.

He’s never felt more fulfilled in his life but he’s also never been this paranoid, sharing the same sentiments with you when most of the time, you even refuse to sleep just to monitor the rise and fall of Hwayoung’s chest. Jungkook’s been stopping his breathing more frequently just to look at his daughter’s, the anxiety of being a new parent melting away when her eyes focus on him.

“I’m gonna pass out. Hold down the fort for us, please,” you yawn as you trudge to Jungkook, giving him a warm kiss before pressing one on Hwayoung who’s in his arms by the baby pink couch. “My alarm’s set up but call me immediately when she’s starting to fuss, the extra diapers are in the cart, you can-…”

“You can relax, baby,” Jungkook interrupts you, blinking up at you with doe eyes. His glasses almost get in the way when he practically inhales your cheek with the way he kisses you, but he chuckles anyway when you let out a little giggle. 

He can finally let out of a sigh of relief when you get into bed because you’ve finally succumbed after shrugging off numerous attempts, finally accepting the fact that you need to rest if you want to attend to Hwayoung in the most present yet healthiest way that you could.

It’s not long that Jungkook stews in silent adoration until his phone buzzes in his pocket, maneuvering Hwayoung in his hold. He squints at his screen because it’s not another congratulatory text nor you texting him yet another one of your reminders — it’s Yoongi.

| i’m outside ur door go open it

| didn’t ring the bell in case hwayoung’s asleep :D

Jungkook blinks once, twice before finally pocketing his phone, at a loss for words for the spontaneity of Yoongi dropping by unannounced. He obliges anyway and takes extra care going down the stairs, his daughter sleeping through it like a rock.

The moment Jungkook opens the door, Yoongi immediately brightens up — in a sweater that reads world’s best uncle. 

“Yoongi, dude, I love you but what are you doing here?” Jungkook blinks, knowing that the guy is very much aware of your no-visitor rule for the meantime but he’s clearly here in the flesh, dressed for the occasion nonetheless.

“Hello to you too, Jungkook,” Yoongi snickers, immediately softening once he sets his gaze on the baby in his arms. “Hi, pretty girl.”

Jungkook’s still stunned but he quickly reels in his surprise when Yoongi gently scoots him over, noticing that he’s carrying a whole duffel bag with him.

“Move over,” Yoongi sing-songs, looking around to assess the state of your house. It’s cluttered and he doesn’t exactly blame the two of you, yet he still takes the challenge head-on. “I’m here to cook and clean.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes bulge, the gasp in his throat enough to make Hwayoung bounce slightly on his chest.

“I’m here to be of service. I’ll do your chores, I’ll cook, I’ll meal-prep. I’m going home tonight anyway, but still, you get my point. I’ll come back everyday for the next two weeks, or y’know, until things start to fall into routine with Hwayoung,” Yoongi shrugs effortlessly, setting down his bag that’s full of ingredients he’d researched that’s good for breastfeeding moms and perhaps also anxious dads. “This is a surprise, by the way, even Y/N doesn’t know. Consider this as a gift because what the hell are first-time parents supposed to do with balloons anyway?”

Jungkook has his lips parted open, eyes unblinking. He watches Yoongi survey the place from where he stands and when the latter notices that he’s met with utter silence, he turns to Jungkook who looks like a fish out of water.

“Not unless… you also want balloons?” Yoongi tries, eyebrows furrowed at the way your husband is frozen like a statue. “I can get that arranged, if you’d like…? I also bought Hwayoung some diapers and they’re in my trunk so-…”

“Yoongi.”

Jungkook interrupts Yoongi with a firm embrace even with just one arm able to go around his body, an awed sigh leaving him because truly, the whole thing is such a quiet yet grand gesture that’s awfully Yoongi from the way it’s been carefully thought of. It means a whole lot, so much so that your husband can tackle him to the ground if not for Hwayoung in his arms.

He wordlessly offers Hwayoung to Yoongi and the guy just blinks before the situation registers in his head, cradling your daughter close with utmost care as he instinctively rocks her.

“Y/N and I already talked about it but she’s sleeping right now so,” Jungkook clears his throat, eyes fond with silent awe at the way Yoongi coos at his daughter. “Do you wanna be Hwayoung’s godfather?”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to be speechless, eyes wide and mouth parted. He’s even more frozen than Jungkook awhile ago, startling the latter. Your husband is just about to assure him that he could say no if he wanted to but Yoongi interrupts him this time, an honored smile on his face.

“Of course I do,” Yoongi coos, humming to Hwayoung. “I’d protect her like my own.”