#drawing him just. takin a nap. is one of my favorites

[buwheal]

I try so hard to be nice. Seeing spamton so distressed makes me feel awful. I wanna reach through his screen, give him a hug and tell him it’ll be okay. But I’m nothing but a letter to him. Words on a screen he can easily ignore.

I want him to be happy, I want to whisk away every single bad ask and wrap spamton up in a blanket and give him the warmth and love he deserves. I really, really wish I could.

I suppose for now sending this will do. Thank you for the amazing stories, bu ❤️‍🩹 you’ve genuinely broken my heart for this poor man, I cannot wait to see more

But he hasn't. He doesn't ignore what you guys say. He really really cares about what you say, in fact. Easily ignorable, but he is paying attention. Anyways, thanks :-)

[nyxdelanuit]

Papa Mammon (Mammon x F! Reader)

Lesson 25 got me feeling some sort of way, and I felt compelled to write this. @mammonrights is also to blame, since this is for her. 

WARNINGS: NSFW, BREEDING KINK, AMY’S FINGER KINK, DUMBASSES TO LOVERS, GENERAL SOFT DOM MAMMON

You had tried to get that night out of your head, but the memories seemed to haunt you whenever you were left on your own. The memories of the bright lights, your hand clasped with Mammon’s. The feeling of being pressed close to his body as he asked if you were trying to make him lose control. The way you shivered every time Little D #2 called him ‘Papa Mammon.’ You didn’t think of yourself as a particularly maternal person, but when it came to Mammon…

 It started just a passing idea. You had already wanted Mammon, that much was certain after the night at the carnival. But letting him cum inside of you? That sent such a sweet heat bubbling in your stomach. It grew from there, and although you and Mammon had yet to go any further than you did that night, you couldn’t help your how your thoughts spiraled. Now all you could think of when you spotted his face is how much you truly wanted to make him Papa Mammon.

 You danced around him as you went on with your life, a subtle touch here and there, a sultry look when you leave a room. Just enough to keep him looking at you. Enough for him to sulk when another brother took up your free time. They had definitely consumed every waking moment since your return, the paltry months of apart, making the desire to spend time together that much stronger.

 You had finally escaped Levi’s clutches after he had passed out half-way through his latest favorite anime. You were grateful for the out, but the nap you had taken midway through season two made you feel like you’d be up for hours. Sneaking back to your room was risky, being past curfew. Luckily you knew that a few doors down, there would be a bed that would gladly welcome you.

 You hoped.

You slipped the door shut behind you, surprised that the lights were still on in Mammon's room. You spotted him sitting on the couch, his glasses abandoned, and his head thrown back as he murmured to himself. His arms were sprawled over the back of the couch, and you did your best to slide into the space next to him before startling him out of his thoughts.

 "What do you think you're doin', creepin' into my room?" His blush gave him away, secretly happy for your presence after so long.

 "Levi kept me in his room so long I fell asleep. When I woke up, he had fallen asleep too, but I'm awake now. I didn't want to be caught by Lucifer after curfew, so I figured you'd let me hide in your room for tonight." You smiled innocently as Mammon stared at you.

 "Ya fell asleep in Levi's room?" Ah yes, what did you expect? He huffed a little longer until he realized you had asked to stay in his room for the night. "Ya want the Great Mammon to hide ya for the night? It's gonna cost you. Ya better feel lucky; I don't let just any human stay in my room." He shied away from your sight, but you only giggled.

 "Mammon, it's just us here. Don't think I've forgotten about the other night. You can drop the act." You leaned against his side, reveling in the warmth he gave off. Mammon didn't speak, he only dropped his arm to cover your shoulders.

“I thought ya would’ve forgotten, with how much ya hang around my brothers.” He pouted.

 “Mammon, how could I forget! You said we were crazy in love and dating.” You watched as his face darkened to a cherry red.

 “Ya don’t have to tease me.” He whined.

 "I'm only teasing if you didn't mean it." You were fairly confident that he was honest when he told you he loved you, especially when he held you so tightly to his chest. But Mammon was stubborn as always. Away from the magic of that night, he kept his feelings locked under his flimsy mask. Luckily, you had learned a few tricks to get past it.

 With a deep breath, you swung your leg over Mammon's lap, straddling. His hands flew to your hips, a strangled cry escaping him at your suddenness. Before his eyes could slip from yours, you trapped his face between your hands, running your fingertips through his hair the way you knew he liked. You felt him relax underneath you, and you took the chance to place a delicate kiss on his lips.

 “Do you think about that night?” Mammon nodded, seemingly captured under your spell. “I do too.”

 "I can't take it when you're this close. If ya don't stop, I won't be able to control myself." You believed him, truly. Out of all the brothers, he seemed to have the most control. Never once had his anger gotten the best of him; not once had he lost his cool in front of you. It was endearing at any other time, but that's not what you wanted then. You leaned in, letting your breath ghost against his lips before he surged forward. Finally, a taste of what you had been daydreaming of.

 Once he began, it became increasingly difficult to pull away. He hadn’t been lying when he told you that kissing you only made him want to do it more, and you were more than happy to oblige. Yet the ache in your core reminded you that it wasn’t the only thing you wanted. You pulled away with a light tug to his hair, and there was nothing to stop Mammon from continuing this time. He pulled you closer to his chest, laving kisses and bites over your delicate neck, drawing gasps from you every time his sharp canines scraped against the tender skin.

 “Mammon, what if I don’t want you to control yourself.” You felt him twitch underneath you, and just barely stopped yourself from grinding down on his hardening length. He groaned into your neck.

 "Are ya sure?" Damn his self-control. You bit your lip as you thought it through, this could go one of two ways. You could tell Mammon what you've been thinking of, and he could jump on the chance to lose himself in you, or he could be appalled, and any chance you had of getting into Mammon's bed would become a lot smaller.

 "You want to know what I think about the most from that night?" He nodded against your shoulder, the strain from holding back obviously taking a toll on him. Your voice dipped as you whispered in his ear, "I think of that Little D calling you Papa… and how much I want to make you a real papa. How bad I want you to fill me up, to mark me inside and out. Let everyone know I'm the Great Mammon's human."

 The world spun around you, Mammon moving faster than you had ever seen. One moment, you were on the couch with Mammon underneath you, and the next you were sprawled out on his bed, his demon form looming over you with glowing eyes.

 "Ya really did it now," he rutted against you sharply, pulling a dazed breath from your lungs. "Did ya really think I could control myself when ya say such temptin' things? You're mine, human. No one else is allowed to touch ya now. Ya want me to fuck ya? Want me to fill ya up real good?" You nodded, all restraint thrown out the window the moment your back hit the bed. With a predatory smile, Mammon drew his finger down your neck, the sharp claw at the end tracing delicately over your tingling skin before it reached the collar of your shirt. It tore through the buttons with ease, the ruined fabric was pushed roughly off your shoulders, and you scrambled to help him. He wasn't satisfied with that, though, ripping through the middle of your bra before throwing both offending pieces of fabric off his bed.

 His hand wasted no time mapping the curves of your stomach, pausing over where would fill you before dipping his fingers under the waistband of both your skirt and your panties. He pulled them down, pulling back to untangle them from your ankles. He sat back, looking upon you bare for the first time. You couldn’t help but squirm under his darkened gaze, you had wanted this too long to attempt covering yourself from his stares.

 He took his time to look you over, eyes traveling over your legs and pausing with a seductive lick to his protruding canine as he drank in the sight between your legs, no doubt already dripping and waiting for him. He didn't linger long, his hands following his eyes as they raked over your stomach to the peaks of your breasts. His hands enveloped them easily, and you were once again amazed at the differences between the two of you. His fingers absentmindedly traced over your pebbling nipples as he looked at you, the serious expression on his face was not one you were accustomed to.

 “Last chance, baby. Ya can get up and leave now, or you’re mine. No one else’s, and not just for a little bit.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss and swallowing the moans he no longer held back.

 "I told you, I love you, Mammon." He let his head drop against your shoulder with a whispered curse before propping himself up with an arm tangled in his sheets. His mouth replaced the hand on your breast, lapping and nipping at the sensitive nub. Your back arched off of the bed to press further into his mouth, and he groaned. His hand slipped from the other breast, pinching your nipple softly before reaching up.

 "Be a good girl, and get my fingers nice and wet." He panted, sending feather-light pulses of pleasure through your chest. You opened your mouth as soon as you felt his fingers trace your lips, tracing the digits with your tongue before closing your mouth around them. Mammon rutted against the bed as you swallowed around his fingers. He started slowly thrusting them in your mouth, pressing them deeper than you thought you could take. When your throat started constricting against the calloused pads, he removed them altogether. You sucked in a breath with a shuddering cough, and Mammon was quick to praise you.

 “Such a good girl, such a good little human takin’ my fingers so well.” He cooed, his cobalt eyes pinning you to the mattress better than his hands ever could. His drenched fingers fell down the planes of your stomach, tracing around your heat in a way that made your head spin. “Gonna take my fingers, yeah? Gonna let me stretch ya out before I fuck a baby in ya?” You nodded, head heavy with desire.

 Mammon was reaching his breaking point, quickly thrusting two fingers inside your dripping core. He bit at his lip, the tip of his canines digging into the skin as he spread his fingers inside you, trying to speed up the process.

 "Please, Mammon, please, I don't want to wait any longer." You tried to grind against his palm as his fingers worked within you, but it was no replacement for what you really wanted.

 "Greedy little treasure, you want my cock that bad?" He teased, placing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

 "Yes, I'm your greedy little human, I want it so bad." You whined at the inhuman growl Mammon let out as he nipped at your skin. His fingers increased their pace, curling up against the spongy tissue and making you writhe under his touch. Although you had wanted it, you still keened at the loss of Mammon's fingers, but you were quickly enthralled by the sight of Mammon ripping off his clothes, a hunger in his eyes that could rival Beel's.

 You were barely able to tear your eyes from him to watch him palm his length. You thought you might have wanted a little more time to prep when you saw the size of him. His fingers would be a joke compared to the way your throat would tighten around his cock. He was thick and longer than you were used to, a mouthwatering curve telling you that he’d effortlessly drive you crazy.

 “Please, Mammon, please, I can’t wait.” You sounded debauched, but you couldn’t find the will to care. He sent you a cocky smirk, rubbing the silvery slick he collected from your cunt over the head of his dick before giving himself a few shallow strokes.

 He rubbed himself against your neglected clit, giving a breathy laugh as you tried to buck into the sensation. “So impatient, you’re lucky I can’t hold back any longer.” He gripped your hip, throwing your leg over his hip as he eased into your tight slit. The melody of your whines and Mammon’s moans sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

 He paused for a moment when he was fully seated, savoring how your heat enveloped him so sweetly. That would be the only respite he would give you though, gripping your thighs with a biting hold as he started thrusting deeply. Each meeting of your hips drove you further up his bed, pulling a deep growl from Mammon's chest as your body inadvertently tried to escape him.

 He pulled you back to him by your hips with a snarl, his nails pricking into the supple flesh, and heightening the pleasure coursing through you. You were right about his dick, every pass filled you more, rubbing perfectly against your fluttering walls. Your pleasure climbed as Mammon quickened his pace, not yet satisfied with your keening cries. The dark chuckle that escaped Mammon snapped you out of the lustful haze clouding your head.

 "Ya know, babe, Levi's dumb little comics did teach me somethin' useful. Ya ever heard of a mating press?" You would have laughed, the thought of Mammon stealing Levi’s hentai so ridiculous in this context, but the breath was ripped from your lungs before you could say a thing. Mammon nearly folded you in half as your legs rested on his shoulders, pushing himself ever deeper into you with bruising force. “Take it, treasure. You wanted all of me, so take it. I’m gonna fill ya up so full.” You could barely breathe between the feral smacking of Mammon’s hips against your ass and the pressure of him leaning against your legs as they folded against your chest.

 He looked positively ethereal above you, wild white hair touseled around his ebony horns. His eyes glowed a deep blue, shining with possessiveness and lust, and hidden deep within, the tenderness that kept him in check even now. The curve of his dick was even more pronounced this way, dragging sinfully over every sensitive spot while the hair that trailed over his stomach teased your clit. You were so close, you just needed a little more.

 Luckily, Mammon was in tune with your greed, your lust for more. It was like a drug to him, the dizzying rush of his human, his treasure wanting more of him so badly. It drove him insane, he just wanted to consume and devour all you had to offer him. It was such a fine line to balance on, teasing himself with the edge of oblivion, knowing you trusted him to lose control just enough. He could live forever on this feeling alone. His lithe fingers trailed down your leg, finding the jewel nestled in your fold, prime for Mammon's taking. He was always drawn to such things, after all.

 “Tell me treasure, tell me ya want me.”

 "I want you, Mammon, only you." His cock twitched at your admission, heart beating erratically at how easily the words spilled from your mouth.

 “Tell me ya love me.”

 "I love you, Mammon, more than I've ever loved anything, please." He groaned low and deep, rumbling in his chest as tears threatened to drown his sight. His fingers nimbly drew patterns on your clit, pushing you higher, closer to your peak.

 “I love ya so much, my treasure. I’m gonna fill you up so good with my love, you’re gonna be dripping it for days. Everyone’s gonna know who ya belong to, especially when ya start showin’.” His eyes rolled back as you clenched in response to his words. “You’re such a good girl for me, I love ya.” All you could do now is hold onto his arms as he pounded into you relentlessly, the calloused finger on your clit rubbing frantically on the edge of pain. “Cum for me, my treasure. Cum and I’ll fuck a baby into ya, just like ya want.” He begged, and that was all it took to push you over the edge, the cascade of your release flowing over Mammon and staining the sheets below you.

 He whined, low and desperate as he bucked into you with abandon. The rhythmic pulsing seemed to pull him in, gripping him for all that he was worth. With a final look at your blissed-out face, Mammon came within you, filling you to the point that his release dripped down to join yours on the blankets.

  He moved you slowly after he recovered, taking the time to stretch your legs out as he lowered them around his hips. Once you had caught your breath, he reluctantly pulled out from your heat, collapsing next to you on the bed before rolling to face you. His fingers traced through your hair, not unlike how you usually played with his. “Ya alright? I wasn’t too rough with ya, was I?” You shook your head with a smile.

 “It was perfect, Mammon.” You hummed in contentment, stretching out your sore muscles before cuddling into his chest. His breath hitched, and it took him a moment to wrap his arm around your waist.

 “Did ya mean what you said? About wantin’ to have my kid?” His voice was soft, unsure.

 “Of course, silly. Maybe more than one.” You could practically feel his heart skip under your hands.

 “And you love me?”

 “And I love you.”

 “I love ya too.” You hummed in response, sleep pulling heavily at your mind.

 "C'mon treasure, let's get you cleaned up before we go to bed." He laughed softly at your pouting face, also reluctant to move. If he got up, all this might have been a dream. Surely it'd be better to just spend forever in his bed than to wake up and find you gone. But he knew that your needs were more important, and if anything happened to his human, he'd never forgive himself. "Fine, guess I'll just have to carry ya. I'm not makin' this a regular thing, though." A lie, he knew as soon as he held your content body in his arms. He'd carry you around everywhere if you asked. To the bathroom and back would be a good start.

[askdawnandvern]

Dawn was tired, tired and achy. Every one of her limbs felt heavy, her arms and legs sprawled out on the sofa like lifeless weights strapped to her already swollen frame, sinking deeper into the cushions as the hours ticked by. Sleep would have been nice of course, but the ewe knew it was only a temporary respite, and no amount of rest would be enough to shake off the powerful lethargy that had set in thanks in no small part to the little miracle she had stowed away inside her.

Well....not so little anymore. In fact, the hybrid lamb-pup that was now nestled within had caused Dawn to swell up quite a bit more than she had expected. Of course, it hadn’t helped that the ewe was small to being with. But the fact that she was over the expected due dates for both a wolf or sheep pregnancy by about two weeks had left Dawn practically immobile. Half-way through her seventh month, and feeling as though she was ready to burst. And as such, her mate Vernon, as well as their adopted lamb, Edison, and adopted pup Allison were on constant alert for when the big moment finally came.

Until then, however, Dawn had become entirely reliant on her mate for movement, her legs unable to support her bulbous baby bump. And so her usual morning routine had become one of having Vernon take her to the bathroom before work, and then leave her on the couch with everything she could possibly need until he returned. Even, much to Dawn’s distaste, a portable urinal. 

Once on the couch, her days became a haze of terrible television. Slightly better petflix shows, reading, napping, and of course....eating. In fact, that was what was keeping her from getting her nap in now. That gnawing desire to graze spurred on by the one inside her that was pulling the strings. She would get no rest until she got a few more meadowchips inside her, at least, as far as ‘Paige’, their future daughter, would allow.

Dawn grunted and groaned, trying to use the least amount of movement and effort possible in order to angle her stomach in such a way to allow the chips to slide up to her lips. It was her genius idea, a way to keep from bothering little Edison to bring her the chip bag every few minutes by using her stomach as a perpetual platter. But so far, it wasn’t working exactly as she planned.

A chip wiggled away from the pile, leaning toward her as she tried to angle her mouth in the way of the projected path.

“Just a little more” Dawn muttered, sticking her tongue out as the chip danced just shy of her reach. With a minimal amount of strength, the ewe barely shifted her stomach again. 

But to her horror and disappointment, the chip veered away, skittering down the side of her belly and landing in the little gully between her arm and side, nestled directly up against her Kitdle Fur. 

Dawn let out a sigh of frustration.

“Mom?” Edison’s timid voice spoke, his large poof of wool popping into Dawn’s eyeline as the little ram presumably looked up from his Gamepup. “Do you need help?”

“No sweetie.” Dawn cooed, lining up her next chip with a shimmy of her waist. “You’ve done enough already. Mommy’s got this.”

Almost, almost! Then gone again, another ship sliding to her side and away from her open muzzle.

“Are you sure?” Edison pressed, the little ram’s tone was innocent, which only made even considering asking him for help that much worse. After all, she had already had him bring the bag back and forth nearly ten times before electing to dump it out on her stomach.

“It’s fine sweetie, really....I-Mutton Chops!” Another chips slid away, this time into the dark reaches between her and the other cushion. The ewe let out another frustrated sigh. What a genius idea she had.

Her stomach let out a low, but gnarling gurgle, the creature below it stirring slightly as it sounded out. Dawn glanced at her gut with a dull glare.

“Oh don’t you start.” Dawn muttered. “It’s your fault we’re in this mess...” The ewe pursed her lip, furrowing her brow as she thought over the accuracy of her statement. “Well, it’s actually your father’s fault.”

“Maybe we should have left the chips in the bag?” Edison lamented the rams question laced with concern.

“No, no sweetheart, it’s fine.” The ewe reassured. “I can ma-”

At that moment the apartment door opened to reveal the friendly and familiar face of her mate Vernon Hunter, the large grey wolf carrying a single bag of groceries as he stepped into the apartment.

“Hey y’all, Daddies home!” The wolf sounded cheerily.

“Dad!” Edison’s voice perked up, the little ram beaming as he rose to his feet and made a be-line for the towering wolf. The little lamb was barely bigger than his knee, and so that made it his favorite place to latch on to whenever the large wolf returned from work.

“Heya sport!” The wolf replied happily, reaching down a massive paw to give his son’s head a playful tussle. “You been takin’ good care o’ yer ma fer me?”

Dawn watched as the diminutive ram detatched from Vernon’s leg before striking a soldier’s pose, complete with a hoof to his brow.

“Yes sir!” Edison replied. “Just like you told me to...”

“Good boy.” Vernon chuckled.

“B-but...” The little ram murmured.

“But what?” The wolf asked, placing the bag down on the nearby counter.

“Mom says she doesn’t need help eating chips, but I think she does.” The little ram lamented.

“Is that a fact?” Vernon smirked, turning his attention to the bloated ewe on the couch. “You don’t need any help with that er...” The wolf quirked a brow, clearly noticing the mound of chips on her belly. “That mess.”

“No...” Dawn murmured. “I don’t need his help.” The ewe continued, her voice becoming playful, almost singsong as she spoke. “But I do need my mate’s help...” The ewe let out a terse chuckle. “After all, he did this to me.”

Vernon laughed as he made his way over to the couch. Smiling down at his mate, the wolf knelt to the floor, placing a gentle paw on her forehead before kissing her on the nose.

“Heya Honey Lamb.” The wolf cooed sweetly.

“Howdy Puppy Love.” Dawn smirked as she reached a rather weak hoof out to his other paw and grasped it firmly.

Removing his paw from her head, the wolf carefully swept some of the chips off her belly before placing another kiss on the top of her stomach.

“Howdy little one.” The wolf chuckled softly. “You ready to be a dear and give yer momma a break by comin’ out soon?”

“No.” Dawn chuckled. “She’s as stubborn as her father.”

The wolf chuckled softly as he scooped some meadow chips into his paw.

“Well, at the very least we can get her to stop pesterin’ you fer a few minutes with some of these.” The wolf smirked as he placed one of the chips to Dawn’s lips, allowing her to finally bite into the salty, savory goodness. The ewe let out a soft bleat of pleasure as she nestled her head against the armrest. They may have been cheap and fatty, but at the moment they tasted like manna from heaven.

Vernon chuckled softly, giving the ewe’s hoof a squeeze.

“That better?” Vernon asked.

“Much.” Dawn giggled. 

“Well now that I’m home, and we got the weekend, I can take over the pups duties fer the next few days.” The wolf smirked. “I can spend all day feedin’ ya like this if you want.”

“Mhh...” Dawn cooed warmly. “That sounds nice.” The ewe quirked a brow. “Although I could use a few hoof rubs in between feedings.” The sheep giggled. “The gods know I don’t want to make the kids do that for me.”

“No problem.” The wolf chuckled. “And maybe this will be the weekend lil’ Paige finally graces us with her presence.”

“I can only hope.” Dawn sighed. The ewe eyes traced back to the chips in Vernon’s paw, her tongue tracing her muzzle as she gave a weak nod for the wolf to give her another. “The shine of motherhood is starting to fade a bit at this point.”

The wolf chuckled. “Sure it’s that? Or just frustration from bein’ unable to get around?”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Even my mother could walk before she had me! And I just feel so gross and bloated all the time...” The ewe shook her head. “And those kicks are starting to get a little too aggressive.”

Vernon laughed. “I’m just glad those feet of hers end in hooves.” The wolf replied. “Might be worse if they was claws.”

Dawn giggled softly. 

“And fer the record...” The wolf continued. “I still think y’all are as beautiful as they day I met ya.” Vernon smiled. “Even if y’all think ya are gross and bloated.”

Dawn smiled warmly, the ewe reaching her hoof up weakly to draw the wolf’s face in for a kiss. From somewhere in the room she could hear Eidson let out a ‘bleh’ in disgust.

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A little distraction for you all as new asks pile in for next week. Enjoy the little vignette of married life with Dawn and Vern.

-WT

[harry-ruinsme-blog]

Flower Child

Thank you to a reader for submitting this idea.

oh gosh Harry with a son is so cute maybe one in which his son has a crush in a little girl from his preschool and he goes to backyard to got flowers and he hide them in his little backpack to give her and he does everyday until one day Harry finds flowers in his backpack and ask him about it ❤️

What started as a blurb has spiraled into over 2k of fluff and daddy Harry, so I hope you all enjoy! -xoxo S

Harry’s car idled by the curb as he patiently waited for the dashboard clock in his Range Rover to hit noon. It was rare that he was able to pick up his son from school, but the days his schedule allowed for it were some of his favorites. With the new baby at home, he had to make more time for pick ups and drop offs, which he didn’t mind one bit. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the faint beat pulsing through the car and checked his phone for a message update from you on whether the new member of your family had willingly gone down for a nap.

As soon as the bell rang he was out of the car to hover by the school gate with the rest of the mums, dads and nannies, eagerly awaiting the dimple inducing smile the sight of his son gave him. Within moments a shock of blond hair carrying a batman backpack was barreling towards him, colliding with his knees.

“Hey mate, how was school?” Harry cooed, quickly lifting his son up into his arms and turning back towards the car. He nodded politely at some of the parents he recognized before strapping his son into the backseat

 “Good,” came his little voice, watching his father tighten the straps of his carseat intently, making sure they were just right. Harry swore he’d gotten his perfectionist streak from you, but you were always quick to argue him otherwise.

“What’d you get up to?” Harry asked as he slid into the driver's seat, carefully checking his mirrors before pulling out. He glanced in the rearview mirror at his son who was more intrigued by watching the world go by outside the window than answering his father’s questions.

“Bud?” Harry asked again, drawing his son’s attention from the window.

 “Jus’ played and stuff, daddy,” came the quick reply. Knowing that was all he was going to get out of him for now, Harry turned up the radio a bit and lead a sing-a-long from the latest Disney movie soundtrack all the way home.

 “Is mumma here?”

 “Mhm, but your sister is sleeping so we have to be quiet, ‘kay?” Harry explained helping him from the car. The boy nodded up at his father and after securing his backpack, reached for his father’s hand for the walk to the front door. Harry let them both in, easing the door shut quietly and holding a finger to his lips as a reminder for his son to be quiet.

“In the kitchen!” Came your voice, disturbing the silence Harry had been trying to preserve. Your son took off at a race, flinging his light up sneakers behind him with his backpack bouncing all the way. Harry trailed behind him to the kitchen where you stood swaying your daughter in her front carrier while you mixed cooking dough.

 “Hi mumma, I missed you,” came your son’s voice as he nuzzled his face into your thighs. You smiled down at him as Harry approached you, reaching for the wide awake bundle snuggled into your chest.

 “‘ello princess,” he whispered, reaching his hands into the carrier to relieve you of the weight, “I see we’re still fightin’ our naps.”

 With his baby girl in his arms his hips automatically began to sway back and forth, lulling the bundle cradled to his chest. Harry hummed quietly, pressing soft kiss to the head of fine baby hair as he watched his son cling to your legs and mumble on about school, all the while hoping to get a lick of the spoon you were using to mix the cookies.

 “Daddy?” his son questioned, breaking away from your leg and moving to stare up at his father.

 “Yeah?” Harry asked, squatting down. His son absentmindedly began to gently pet his sister’s head as he contemplated his question.

 “Can I go play ousside?” Harry laughed and nodded, standing up to unlock the back sliding door.

 “Stay in the garden, yeh? Mum an’ I’ll be righ’ in here,” Harry reminded, opening the screen. He watched as his son bounded out onto the back deck and down the stairs into the grass.

 “You gettin’ sleepy yet, little one?” Harry cooed to his tiny daughter. She looked up at him with eyes that matched her mother’s and blinked, clearly nowhere near sleep.

 “She’s shown no signs of sleep and it’s probably pointless now because she’s due for a feed in a few minutes,” you sighed, sidling up to Harry and wrapping an arm around his slim hips. He bent his neck to press a kiss to your temple and wrapped a free arm around your shoulders.

 “How ya feelin’ mumma?” he asked, lips close to your ear as he pressed another chaste kiss there.

“Tired, sore, happy to have my boys home,” you smiled, leaning into his side more. You felt his shoulders vibrate with a laugh and sighed in contentment. Until the sounds of a hungry baby began to fill the quiet you had found yourselves in.

“Alrigh’, alrigh’ mummas right here. Sorry love, I can fix most things, but that is all mum,” Harry chortled, passing off the now squirmy baby to you. As you moved to the couch, Harry moved closer to the window, watching his son skirt around the flowers planted on the outer perimeter of the yard.

 “Harry?” You called from the couch. His head whipped over from the window to you, quickly moving to lean over the back of the couch.

 “Hm?” He asked, reaching down to stroke his little girls cheek. Even though this was round two for you both, he was still in awe at what your body could do to nurture both of your babies.

 “Can you empty out his backpack? I don’t want the pineapple I packed for his snack to rot in the container.”

“‘Course, love.”

 Harry found the discarded batman backpack near the front door, quickly opening the zipper to rummage through and see what needed to come out other than the abandoned pineapple. His hand brushed over some papers that Harry was sure to put up on the fridge before he felt something odd.

 “What the?” he trailed off, setting the backpack on the kitchen counter so he could have a proper look. He pulled the forgotten fruit and wayward papers out of his way to find a mound of dirt and a crushed flower at the bottom of his son’s backpack.

 “Love?” he intoned, shaking the backpack over the bin in confusion.

 “Did you not find the fruit? He may have left it there again. If so no worries, we can get the tupperware back tomorrow,” you suggested, moving your daughter in your arms to sit up and try and have a burp.

 “No I found the fruit,” he answered, walking into the living room. In his hand he held the broken flower and held it up for your inspection.

 “Where’d that come from?” you asked.

 He shrugged his shoulders, “‘Twas in his pack, but I dunno how or why.”

 Harry twirled the flower around in his hand for a moment absentmindedly before moving towards the back windows that looked out into the garden. He soon spotted his son, enjoying the rare sunny day in London by ripping out a tulip that Harry knew you had only recently planted.

 “Shit,” Harry sighed, flinging the flower down on the table closest to him and heading for the sliding door. He made his way quickly over to his boy, watching as the youngster began surveying the bed of petunias for his next victim.

 “Mate,” Harry half laughed, half sighed, “What’re you doin’ rippin’ all your mum’s flowers out of the garden?” His son turned around with a stricken expression, hands immediately going behind his back to hide the contraband tulip he had already procured.

 “I didn’, daddy,” came the quick reply, wide green eyes looking up at his towering father. Harry bent down, groaning a bit as his knees cracked, and held out his hand.

 “What’s the rule? Hm? We don’ lie to one another.”

 With a trembling lip and tears already welling in his eyes, he quickly pushed the flower into his father’s hand. His little ones move to wipe off the dirt on his clean t-shirt, in distress to remove all evidence of his wrongdoings.

 “Hey, hey, hey,” Harry cooed, reaching with his free hand to pull him closer, “No need to cry, ‘m not cross with you. Jus’ wanna know what you’re doin’ with flowers in your backpack.”

The boy sniffled and rested a hand on Harry’s shoulder to steady himself. One grubby hand coming up to wipe an errant tear away, only resulting in smearing some dirt underneath it and on his cheek.

 “I give ‘em to my friend,” he finally answered, watching his shoe scuff the ground rather than meet Harry’s eyes.

“Well tha’s very nice of ya, what friend?”

 Harry ducked his head until he was in his son’s line of sight and offered him an encouraging smile, “Maddie.”

Harry’s heart stopped for a moment before restarting in double time. His mother had always wished that he would have a son just like him so ‘you’ll know what I went through’. And it seems that her wish had come true; he had a casanova on his hands and he wasn’t even out of preschool yet. Hell, he had just learned how to use the proper toilet not that long ago.

“And how long ‘ve you been stealin’ flowers from your mum’s garden to give to Maddie?” Harry asked, twirling around the tulip between his fingers. His son just shrugged and leaned his head against Harry’s shoulder.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked quietly, watching his father’s fingers spin his prize.

“You need to tell your mum you’ve been takin’ flowers without askin’, but you’re not in trouble. Why didn’t you ask me or mum to help you?” Harry asked, standing up and offering out his hand. His son gladly took it, toddling along beside him as Harry led them back to the house 

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “But Maddie likes ‘em and I like givin’ them to her.”

Harry smiled and ruffled the top of his son’s hair, “I think it’s very nice that you’re givin’ ‘er flowers, mate. Raised you well.”

With an order to wash his hands and then come back into the living room, Harry watched his son take off for the bathroom with a smirk. He put the fresh tulip on the dining table and swung into the living room and your line of sight.

“What do you look so chuffed about?” you laughed, handing him his daughter as he reached for her. She was freshly burped and, you hoped, getting sleepy.

“He’s been stealin’ flowers out the garden to give to a girl named Maddie in his class,” Harry confided, watching as your expression morphed into shock and then disbelief.

“What a little...you!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes as Harry wiggled his eyebrows at you. There was a time, that now seemed so long ago, that Harry was the one trying to woo a pretty girl with flowers.

“Mumma, I has something to tell you,” came a little voice. He had wet hand prints on his shorts, but at least his hands were clean as he climbed up onto the couch next to you.

“And what would that be, bubs?”

“I took some flowers to give to Maddie and ‘m sorry I didn’t ask before,” he rushed out all in one breath. You sighed and pulled him to cuddle into your side, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“Well, as long as you promise to ask for help in the future, I think we can let it slide,” came your reply. Your son smiled and snuggled into your hold, basking in being held by his mum without his new sister in the way 

“Can I go play legos now?” he asked a moment later, already wiggling off the couch. You both nodded and watched as he flew towards his playroom, shoes lying in his wake.

“I should probably find out who Maddie’s mum is and give her a call, maybe set up a playdate,” you yawned, scooting over closer to Harry on the couch. He hummed and continued to rub soft circles on his daughter’s back who was lying contently on his chest.

“He’s growin’ up fast, first crush ‘n all,” Harry hummed, leaning over to press a swift kiss to your head.

“None of that for you though, little miss,” he instructed to the sleeping newborn in his hold, “You’re gonna stay with us forever.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and patted his bicep. You’d let him have that little fantasy today; neither of you were in any hurry for both of your babies to grow up anytime soon.