#this got LOOOOOONG IM SO SORRYYYYY

[emmyrosee]

Im probably going to annoy your followers with my requests. So for my first ask I wanted to ask if you pretty please could do number 12 from the little one prompt list and our Alex + Bill universe we both created?

I AM SO SOFF-

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The air smelt light and sweet with the tinge of vanilla in the air, lilac balloons laid against the ceiling and tied to the back of Leah’s high chair; the one year old clapped eagerly with each spoonful of steamed carrots Alex brings to her lips, squealing and giggling with each movement of the spoon, goofily flying it all around before feeding it to her, his own giggles mixing with hers adoringly.

In the kitchen stood you and Bill, your smaller hands decorating the cake with white icing and purple dollops of frosting to match the balloons while his washed the dishes from dinner. Save for the sweet laughter at the table just feet away, silence sang in the air, the calm and quiet atmosphere contrasting greatly from the usual hectic world that was your home nearly every day.

“Behind ya,” Bill warns before reaching his long arm over you to grab the dirtied utensils you did not need anymore before pressing a noisy kiss to your cheek, making you giggle and nudge him away. 

“How’s that cake coming, momma?” Alex asks, smiling brightly at you. “Lee-Bee finished her dinner like the big girl she is!” He finishes his coo by leaning over to lift her from her high chair, nibbling her soft neck dramatically while she kicks her feet and squeals at him. 

You smile and lick the dollop of frosting from the tip of your finger, “just about done!” You look at Bill, “you about ready, Billy?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m all ready!” He says sweetly, making his way from the kitchen to the table Alex was sat at, peering at you across the room. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You nod once more and stick a single candle in the fluffy cake’s center, lighting it before picking it up gently, singing a soft happy birthday to your little girl, who’s bright eyes stared in intrigue at the dancing candle. Bill and Alex waste no time in joining in, the swede carrying a low, soft tune while Alex opted for a more goofy rendition to make the toddler laugh squeakily. 

“You gonna blow out the candle?” He asks as if she could understand him, the question making you chuckle as you give a short breath to do it for your toddler, Bill and Alex cheering and clapping at Leah, who then follows their claps with her own tiny hands. 

You cut and dole out pieces of the vanilla cake on small, paper plates and pass them around, laying one out in front of Leah to feed herself with while you and the other two men chatter calmly about whatever was on your mind.

You stand up to fill Bill’s coffee cup at the other end of the kitchen when suddenly, you hear laughter coming from the small table, and when you turn, you see your toddler’s tiny fist, covered in frosting and mashed up cake up to Alex’s mouth as if to feed him as he had done earlier. He purses his lips out to take small bites of whatever would stick out from her hand, the white crumbs and frosting clinging to his tanned features as Bill simply laughs on the opposite end of him. 

“Good cake, supermom,” Alex grins, jouncing Leah slightly as she munches on her fingers to eat the cake. “I thoroughly enjoyed both, on the fork and smeared on my face.” 

“It’s amazing how even though a literal child fed you,” Bill begins, taking the mug from your hands and setting it on the table. “It still looks like the mess you’ve got on your face every time you eat.”

Alex pouts up at you, “mooooom, he’s being mean to me! Make him stop, he’s hurting my feelings.”

With a snort you cut another piece of cake, seemingly for yourself before you plant a kiss to the back of Bill’s head. Then you smile, “don’t be mean, Bill; you should know better than to knock things before you try them-”

Before he can come up with anything to say, before he can even open his mouth, you smush the plate of cake in his face with a maniacal cackle before dashing behind Alex’s chair for safety, to which the dane snorts, “I’m holding the child, what do you think I’m going to do to protect you?”

With cake and icing clinging to patches of his stubble and face, Bill offers you an airy chuckle as he rises to his feet, rolling up his sleeves as he licks his lips. “You’re gonna pay for that,” Bill growls mischievously, his long legs darting to Alex’s side of the table while you scream and run away, all the while leaving Alex and Leah at the table to laugh at your attempts to escape him, putting all your other plans for the night on hold.

Not that you would trade it for the world.