#when I tell you I’m awake at 5:30 am every day-

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It’s 5:30 am and I literally have been awake for the past 3 hours trying to fall asleep but this fucking guy

This beautiful British blonde FUCK has been plaguing my every brain cell and it’s SICK. Thinking abt early mornings with him and how tender and sweet he’d be GRRRAH (more BTC)

But okok so imagine you’re having a hard time falling back asleep, it’s like 3:45 am but you don’t care, it’s actually a pleasant surprise for you when you wake earlier then normal, because your man isn’t usually far behind.

Like Carmy, he wants to be the first one up, the first one ready, the first one that gets to work. So naturally he’s rousing at 4, taking a good 5 minutes to lay with you and smother you in gentle kisses, light enough to assure you wouldn’t wake too soon, but enough to satisfy himself that he gave you enough love and attention before he got to work.

That is something different between those two. Carmy sees a relationship as a distraction and something he needs to tread carefully with so he doesn’t dedicate too much of his mind or time to it - but Luca? He worships his girl, and he will spend any second possible at your side while still maintaining his regimented routine.

Lucas anxiety comes about time, it’s different than Carmys. Luca is always early, he has mastered knowing the very minute he has to be out of bed and taking the 5 steps to the boat houses bathroom and cutting the water on that takes 3 minutes to come to a comfortable temperature. But until then? He is kissing your cheeks, your nose, your hairline, your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. He’s snuggling you close and whispering how much he loves you, and his plans for the day even if he well knows you’re dead to the world still.

He would work extra minutes and seconds into his morning routine between brushing his teeth and getting dressed and styling his hair he would come and give you a sweet kiss to the head or lips, sometimes gently caressing your hair if you stirred from the action.

But this particular morning, Luca was elated, but a bit confused, to see you looking right back at him when he hit stop on his alarm after the second beep. “Morning, trying to come for my gig as being the early riser in this relationship?” His voice was deep and rich with sleep. He pulled you in, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back soothingly which caused your eyes to flutter shut at the lovely feeling. He was so warm, he smelt so distinctly him. You nuzzled your face into his bare chest, planting gentle kisses on the skin

“The universe is against me. I feel tired but I’ve been laying with my eyes closed for hours, this is helping though- but I don’t want it to now cause I love you and wanna talk” you said and he chuckled a bit, kissing the top of your head again and giving you a loving squeeze

“I love you, darling. What’s on your mind, mm?” He asked and gently pets your hair. You nuzzle into his neck, a small smile on your lips.

“I’m not telling you cause you work too hard as it is” you said and he smiled himself, snorting a laugh

“So you’re thinking of something you want to eat, got it. Well what is plaguing that pretty mind baby I may have some spare time today” he resumed his gentle back rub, his short nails running along your skin and giving you goosebumps where he touched.

“Lemon posset” you admit and he hums, pressing another kiss to your forehead this time

“And why do you think that’s so hard love? I’ll bring you some back later.” He said and you groan

“Luca you work 10 hours today, I’d rather you be home with me then making me some stupid intricate craving”

“Hush, I can work it out love don’t worry. Just gotta move some things around it’ll be no big deal”

And yeah he’s gonna be home early, with dessert and dinner - just to prove a point that he knows how to manage his time

[mikedfaist]

love our famous reader but i’m thinking a lot lately about reader who isn’t famous but still has proximity to the industry. maybe she’s his makeup artist or hair stylist for a film… very sweet to think about them getting closer over the course of filming

i'm sorry i switched povs, i have been awake since 5:30 am, i am only human

She would have worked as one of their makeup artists for West Side Story, and let me tell you, every morning he would prance onto set in the hopes he would be first in her chair. She was the one putting his tattoos on every morning – sometimes dirt, sometimes blood – and all of the boys knew he had a crush. They’d exchange looks with each other when her back was turned, and Mike would glare daggers at them telling them to shut up.

He’d always run to her when he needed any touchups, or just simply wanted to talk. They’d talk about Steven, and which movie of his was her favorite.

“ET, of course,” she beams. “Can’t think of a sardine without thinking of that movie.”

A morning would come when one of the boys sat complacent in her chair, turned to look at her through the mirror. “Hey, so, do you have a boyfriend?”

Mike freezes in his spot.

“Who’s asking?” She chimes.

“Just’a question.” All the boys are looking at Mike, who refuses to look up from his phone.

“Nope,” she replies with a pop. “Again, who’s asking?” She’s joking; she’s not expecting an answer. She’s too busy rubbing mousse through Ben Cook’s curls, and not paying quite enough attention to her surroundings, until one of the boys speak up.

“Mike.”

The trailer fills with boyish yells, and Mike literally wants to disintegrate into his chair. He wonders if they really need him on set today. They can film Cool without him, right? Is it too late to recast?

It’s a little while later when Mike needs touchups, that he finds his way to you in your trailer. You’re sitting on the sofa, knees pulled up to your chest as you read a book.

“Michael, hello,” you sit up, closing your page around your finger. “What’s up?”

“Just, uh…dirt is coming off.”

“Say less, darling.” You stand up, and Mike sits in his usual seat. He can’t even look you in the eye. He also can’t seem to ease the burning from his cheeks after hearing such a term of endearment from you. “How’s it going out there?”

“Good, yeah, I think.” He adjusts himself in the chair; his back is killing him. “Should be done on time today.”

“Perfect. I love to hear it. “She dabs her brush onto her palette. “What’cha got going on later?”

“Nothing, I don’t think. Might just go home and rest up for tomorrow.”

“What about Friday? I know you aren’t on the call sheet. That’s a Sharks day.”

“Might do something with the boys? I don’t think we’ve talked about it.”

“When are we hanging out?” His eyes meet yours in the reflection of the mirror, and you reply with a shrug. “The boys were acting like you maybe wanted to hang out, but I couldn’t hear over their rambunctiousness.”

“I…” His mouth was dry. He noticed you stopped applying the makeup and held the brush precariously in your hand. “I didn’t tell them to say that.”

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“You wanna hang out?”

“That’s what I’m asking.”

He’d nodding his head before he manages words out. “Okay…” He blinks, scanning around the room, looking for nothing in particular. “Uh, Friday? When will you be out of here?”

“Who knows. 5 or 6, maybe? We’re doing rehearsals for I Feel Pretty. I shouldn’t be any later than 6.”

“Wanna aim for 7?”

She smiles, running some mousse through his hair. “It’s a date.”

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Daddy Dearest <3

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Girl dad!Leon x Mom!Reader

Blue for Leon pink for reader & purple for D/N

Desc: Despite his career path Leon has been developing pretty well to his girl dad life & revolves entirely around world around his wife & sweet little angel babygirl

Tags: Tooth Aching fluff, Dilf Leon, No smut ‼️‼️‼️, Just dad Leon living his dream! No use of y/n, D/n stands for Daughters Name

I'm very serious with you guys interacting with my writing!!!! it would make me so happy & excited, the more comments & reposts the more inspiration i have to write :) Votes and comments are strongly appreciated!!!

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Leon Loving his life was an understatement, He was a miserable guy not so long ago but it all changed once he met you & had his very first child! Of course after first he was worried about being a deadbeat father, but eventually he suited up and prepared for everything was to come, dropped his drinking habits, went to therapy for most of his trauma from working on the most messed up cases world wide known to mankind & even baby proofing the entire house you two shared for over 4 years.

He even went out of his way to take random target trips with you during your pregnancy to stare at nursery furniture and random trinkets and toys he found, holding up gender neutral baby clothing before knowing the gender & asking “you think this is cute sweetheart?” It was amazing how he became so obsessed with the thought of having his own little family with a white piket fence & beautiful front lawn garden (He started gardening as a coping mechanism which would soon be one of his top hobbies he brought onto his daughter.)

During the gender reveal he was nothing but pure excitement and joy to have a little baby girl that the next day he even went back to target and came home to baby-proof the entire house, testing objects to see if they would fall on a random baby doll etc, so much so that you had to go downstairs at 12 am and force him to take a break and come to bed, “You don’t think she’ll hit her head on the table one day right? I really wouldn’t want my little princess to get hurt” “I think you need to put down the baby proofing tools for the night & actually come to bed hun, it’s almost 1 o’clock”

Some days you would be in pure anguish because D/N would be doing pure gymnastics in your belly that Leon had to ‘have a talk’ but most of the time during your pregnancy he was always talking to your tummy, Asking her to relax on the jumping around in there, Sometimes waking up super early in the morning to talk to your belly & sometimes waking you up & hearing you tell him off a little bit in a muffled voice since you were buried in your body pillow. “Hi babygirl, you excited to get outta there & see your new room? Yeah? Oh I know your excited angel but you can’t keep kicking mama like this sweetheart it hurts her!”, “Can’t keep jumpin’ around in mommy’s belly sweetness your driving her insane sweetheart” “oh yeah!?You excited babydoll?” “Good morning my sweet girl, I can’t wait to see you y’know, mommy & I are so excited to meet you & hold you & love yo-“ “Leon what the hell are you doing awake at 5:30??” “Uh oh I woke up mom” “leon I swear to god if you don’t go back to sleep.”

And then came along the arrival of his awaited babygirl, he was so excited he even set up a little mini red carpet infront of her nursery & stars next to the door & even putting a little sign on your guys’ front door in bold glittery pink ‘Welcome Home Princess D/N” He even brought a little camera to make a home tape for every memory he makes with you & your daughter so when she is finally old enough she can watch, this tape includes her birthing where your shouting & screams could be heard such as “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LEON!!” “I’M GONNA KILL YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP!”& his light crying of when she was born

After your daughter was born it was extremely difficult for you two to set a fair sleep schedule so for the first few weeks Leon would wake up at 2:30 AM whenever D/N was crying on the baby monitor and move the rocking chair placed in her room right next to the crib “What’s the matter sweetness? Can’t sleep again? I know babygirl it must be so tough trying to get your little beauty sleep huh?” He would slip his hand through the little bars of the crib and smile giddily every time she would wrap her little hand around his thumb, growing up was the most difficult for him, he cried every-time his sweet angel took her first steps, said her first word which was obviously a strained “da-da” which was to be expected since D/N was a total daddy’s girl. most of the time when he was off he would let you go to work so he could spend his days with your guys’ daughter, take her to the petting zoo, a random aquarium where she discovered her favorite animal was a sea horse, Leon’s entire existence revolved around D/N to the point where if her little fist was directed at something she wanted he bought it, she starts crying? He jumps right up to take her off your hands so you can relax, his entire world was revolving around her & you loved to see it, sometimes when you got home from work you’d see Leon on the living room floor with your daughter as she babbled playing with a random stuffed animal monkey “Hi honey, Took her to the petting zoo today, we discovered she really loves monkeys”

Some mornings when you would all sit at the table eating before the day started Leon would watch her in her high chair chew on whatever she had in-front of her causing a small mess where he would chuckle & clean up after her “Your just one messy little girl huh princess? Gonna have to teach you manners now little lady.” And then came the day where she got her very first booboo, I’m sure you can imagine what happened, Little D/N was running around the backyard chasing a butterfly while you & Leon just finished harvesting this falls apples and then randomly you heard a tiny little wail behind you causing Leon to jump up from the ground and scoop up his baby girl “Baby she has a cut on her knee we need to take her to the hospital now! Get in the car!” “Honey I think she’s alright nothing a little rubbing alcohol & a band aid can’t fix.” When the two of you went inside and into the bathroom he sat on the edge of the bath tub and sat little D/N on his knee while you rubbed some alcohol on her knee which reasonably made her wail out more than she did beforehand causing Leon to start tearing up and kissing the top of her head “I know angel I know it hurts but we can’t let your lil’ booboo get worse & nasty now can we?” Once you finished that 1 minute of anguish you two sat in the living room holding her close as you slightly teased Leon for his light crying “You love making daddy cry now don’t you honey? You know you have him tied up around your little finger huh” You joked while Leon grunted while worryingly making sure she didn’t hurt herself again

One day you caught him in her room when she was around 4 years old having a little tea party, he was sat in a chair next to her that was far to tiny for him to fit in as he wore a pink tiara around his head that was again to tiny for him & a pink fluffy tutu around his waist while fake sipping tea from the tea cup while causing her to giggle, You had just gotten home from work & leaned against the doorway smiling and holding in a laugh but Leon smiled back and stood up and had the tiny chair stuck on his ass causing you & D/N to laugh obnoxiously especially after he eventually was able to pull it off and walk over to you mumbling “shut up.” Before kissing you lightly & asking how your day went. Obviously because of his career he had to miss some important events at school for D/N and he felt AWFUL. He cried in your arms one night after returning from a 1 week trip where he missed father daughter school day where he imagined his poor babygirl sitting at her table in kindergarten watching everyone else with their dad while she had a confused expression. And every single night after that for a month straight he would have little sleepovers in her room where he read her bedtime stories, you know that one 3 little kitties book from despicable me? He obviously read that to her with the brightest smile on his face and once it was time for bed her would sleep on the floor right next to her toddler bed “Goodnight babygirl, daddy loves you so so much y’know that? You got his heart right in your little fist”

By the time she was 10 he was always helping her with school projects & homework & even going to father daughter dances with her, if

D/N wanted something all she had to do was ask and bat her little lashes, some days when he went to go pick her up from school with you in the car he would see her talking to a boy before running off to the car leaving him with a puzzled face “who the hell is that little twerp near my daughter? She does know he is not good enough for her right?” “Nuh-uh Leon, Don’t start let her have friend alright?” “Sweetheart just look at the little shit! He’s practically blushing looking at her right now!” “Oh stop it.”

Just imagine what it would be like when D/N is finally a teenager and brings a boy home for the first time..Leon makes it VERY clear nobody is good enough for his little girl & never will be, he is the entire reason why her standards will be extremely high…

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Hi honey! It's your fave anon ever hehe

Can I request cg!larissa x little!borderline!reader?

Maybe R has had an awful day, like every insecurity rising to the surface and she's on the verge of splitting but she really doesn't want to so when Larissa comes home, she sees that R has locked herself in the bathroom accidentally scaring Larissa but actually she was just isolating herself because she was terrifked Larissa would see her as a monster, but actually Larissa knowa of it all and loves R more than anything so she weasles her way into the bathroom with a blanket and a paci and lots of little stuff and R just ends up regressing and safely avoiding splitting as Larissa takes care of her and falls asleep on her chest and gets carried to bed? I'm sorry if this is too much

-🧸 anon

Forever? Forever.

Larissa Weems x little!bpd!reader

Extra prompt- “R is anxious when Isa is busy and fully develops into an attack but they try to mask until they just leave the room knowing they can't do it much more. Isa, can't follow yet and feels so bad because she knows her little has abandonment issues so will interpret it the situation as being left. Then we get upset little drawing pictures to show feelings and comforting momma isa” -🕊️anon

A/n: Hi its 1:30 am when I’m writing this! back at it again my friends. It’s nice to be (sorta) up to date with requests again! Also 🧸anon i see u 👀 I swear ur like 3/5 requests I have, it’s truly an honor.

Warnings: mentions of splitting, anxiety, overthinking, abandonment issues, little r, momma Larissa, comfort.

Dear 🧸anon, can I bring you back to life with the gift of a fluffy Larissa fic?

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A busy Larissa wasn’t something new, usually as much as you hated it, it didn’t cause much of a problem. You found ways to be with her even as she worked her life away and you’ve grown quite used to it. The problem was today. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly triggered your anxiety, you just felt alone, abandoned even though in the back of your mind you were well aware of Larissa’s affections for you.

Anxiety was always quick to push you into splitting, you couldn’t have that. Not now that you’ve been doing better, not while Larissa is cluelessly busy working. She was supposed to be home soon as well. What was taking so long? Did she not want to come home to you? Overthinking was always your worst enemy, specially now.

Naturally, you hid. Having Larissa see you in this state wasn’t going to be of any help, specially if you acted out against her. At the same time you missed her so badly. You just wanted her to hold you and tell you how much she still loved you. But you hid. If she wanted you she’d come looking for you right? That was your logic anyways.

You locked yourself in the bathroom of your shared room, bringing your knees up to your chest and hiding your face between them. You didn’t really have much else to do, just wait it out, just wait for the anxiety and that feeling of a split coming on to fade away, it wouldn’t. You closed your eyes. You felt like crying, and what was the point in holding back now?

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You hadn’t noticed you fell asleep until the sound of Larissa calling for you startled you awake, then your heard it again followed by the shaking of the doorknob. “Darling- are you in here? could you just answer me so I know you’re okay?” You could hear the concern in her voice and willed yourself to unlock the door, still giving her no reply.

She let herself in, seeing your tear stricken face she immediately kneeled down and cupped your face. “My sweet girl, why are you crying what’s wrong?” You couldn’t bring yourself to explain, not mentally or physically and Larissa immediately knew. She kissed your forehead and stood, walking out to the bedroom.

This left you confused. Was she leaving you? If she was why would she kiss you so gently before doing so? It just made you want to cry more, you curled into yourself and did just that.

Larissa was at your side in mere seconds. Pulling you into her lap and offering up your paci and one of your stuffies. “Momma just needed to get some things for her baby, you see?” you nodded, hiding into her neck. “no leavs” Larissa sighed, hugging you tightly. “No my darling. Mommas not going anywhere, I promise. I apologize for leaving so suddenly without explaining.”

You sat there as she rubbed your back for god knows how long. She didn’t pull away until all your cries were soothed, your stuffie hugged between your bodies and paci in your mouth. Her always calm voice felt so comforting as she shushed your cries and eased every single one of your worries with quiet reassurance. She held your face studying you and then squinted at you, managing to pull a quiet giggle from you.

“My pretty little one, you know there’s nothing in this world momma loves more than her baby right?” You gave her a little gasp and shyly snuggled into her chest “It’s true. You’re my little treasure and momma absolutely adores you!” you hugged her as tightly as you could and responded as if it was a secret, “I adores momma evn mores”

“There’s absolutely no way! You’re my precious girl, I have all the love in the world just for you.” It was exactly what you needed. Being held and reassured by her for however long you asked.

You comfortably curled up in her arms, wanting to sleep off your headache from all the crying and Larissa was quick to carefully carry you into bed. She laid with you on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat calming you further. Just as you closed your eyes Larissa spoke again in a soft tone.

“Rest well my sweet girl, momma loves you” you nuzzled further into her, “forevers?” “Forever.” It was the perfect goodnight.

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Whumptober Day 2: Ernest Lawrence

Main Master List || Whumptober Master List

Summary: Lawrence has been working very long and very hard hours to produce the first nuclear bomb. Long enough hours to forget a very important celebration.

Warning: language, mentions of pregnancy

Author's Note: THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DOES THIS ACTUALLY REPRESENT THE THE REAL PEOPLE. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE SCROLL AWAY.

Anyways enjoy!

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It’s 1:30 am by the time Ernest walks through the door with a sigh of relief. It was another long day at the lab and no doubt in 6 hours, it’s going to be another long day. Normally, he doesn’t complain about being in the lab, but between lecturing students, tight deadlines and aiding in the war effort it has Ernest’s eyes closing every other minute. Setting his bag down by the door, he haphazardly tosses the keys onto the counter before kicking off his shoes. He has maybe 30 minutes for a shower and food if he wants to get any sleep tonight. 

Tiptoeing towards the kitchen, he flips the light switch and jumps back in surprise, seeing you sitting there, wide awake. “Damn it honey, you scared me.” You don’t make a comment. Instead, you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Didn’t you forget something?” The question is quiet but condescending. In confusion, Ernest looks around the kitchen. The table holds a few candles, no longer lit, the plate of food, no longer warm, and when he focuses on the plates themselves, he realizes that it’s your mother’s Fine China that she had gifted you and him on your wedding day. 5 years ago. His gut sinks as realization kicks in.

“Oh honey. I totally forgot.” He moves to console you but you stop him with the raise of your hand. 

“I don’t know what it is that you’re doing in that lab, but surely it can not be more important than our anniversary.” 

“You know I can’t tell you. I’m sorry that I forgot, but my work in the lab, it’s important.” He kneels down in front of you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, looking up at you through his glasses but you clutch your jaw and stare straight ahead, not giving him the satisfaction. How do I fix this? He may be one of the smartest physicists, but when it comes to his wife, he’s clueless. “How can I make this up?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you stand up from the chair and pull away from him, clutching your arms to your body. You want to be mad at him. You want to yell at him, and knowing him, he would honestly take it. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to. You already know it's hard enough for him working long hours and you know he barely gets any sleep, but it still hurts that he would forget your anniversary. “I don’t know Ernie. If it was any other anniversary I would’ve been ok. Still disappointed but okay. But this one? Our five years? I was just really looking forward to this one. You know that this is the longest I’ve been married given how my last one ended and yet you still missed it. I even made you your favorite dinner.” Ernest’s eyes flick back over to the table and note that indeed, you did make all of his favorite things and none of yours. 

“I'm so sorry.” He moves forward, pulling you into his arms and this time you don’t pull away. Instead, you take comfort in his embrace. It’s been a month since you’ve felt the heat of his body against yours. Sure, you’ve felt his body warmth through the bed, but by the time you registered it’s him in bed, he’s already passed out. “How about we go get some sleep?”

“Ernie, I need to tell you something.”

“Yes honey?” He looks down at you in confusion and notes the conflicting emotions swirling in your eyes.

“I’m pregnant.” The ground seems to drop out from underneath him as sweat begins to form at the back of his neck. “But I don’t know if I want to keep it.” If the first comment didn’t take the world out from underneath his feet, this one sure did.

“Why wouldn’t you? We’ve talked about having children.”

“Why would I want to carry a child into this world when the father isn’t even going to be there?” Lawrence hangs his head in defeat. He wishes he could say that ‘that isn’t true’ but he doesn’t even know if it will be or not. As long as the Manhattan Project is still underway he doesn’t know. 

“Do you really think that I want to be at work until 2 o’clock in the morning? Do you think that I wouldn’t rather be at home with you? Baby, you have no fucking clue how much I miss you and I want to be here for you and our child, but I need to get some sleep. Can we please go to sleep and talk about it in the morning?” His eyes are tired and it’s only in that moment that you can see just how bloodshot they are and you feel pity for him. Getting out from underneath his arms, you let go of your grudge. Taking his hand lightly, you pull him along with you toward the bedroom as Lawrence thanks God that you chose to let the subject go. The both of you get dressed into your pajamas in silence, not wanting to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Getting into bed, you decide to break the barrier and rest your head against his shoulder, hugging his arm as his eyes already fall heavy under the spell of sleep. 

“I just miss you Ernie. I want the baby but also I want you to be here for the baby. I can’t do it alone.” You admit, nuzzling your head further into his shoulder as he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know honey, I know. I want nothing more in the world than to be here with you and our child. Once this project is over, I’m all yours.”

You look up through hazy eyes, “promise?”

“I promise.” He kisses your forehead once more before the both of you fall into an easy sleep in each other’s arms.

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“The dragon and the carnation”

My very first fanfic that I am not completely ashamed of YAY!

Modern! Au where Heiji and fowler are just gay old men that live together

It has elements of whump, sickness (flu mostly), and self-neglect.

Idk how to put stuff on Ao3 but I will probably put this on Wattpad soon. Word count: 1056

Usually, Heiji Shindo gets up at around 5:30 in the morning; This is because getting up early allows him to get ready for the day before everyone else.

Today, was not one of those days.

In fact, it was one of the rare occasions where Abijah fowler was, awake, almost an hour before Heiji. That was definitely a sign that something was wrong. Around 7:00, Heiji dazedly and shakily walked out of their shared room, his head pounding. “You’re up late~”, said fowler as he watched Heiji pour himself some coffee. Again, an uncommon occurrence for Heiji as he usually made a cup of his favourite genmaicha (a tea made using leaves and puffed rice).

Heiji grumbled after he took a sip. And Abijah took this as a chance to tease him, “oooh, Heiji, yeh don’t look too hot. Heh..”

“Oh, FUCK OFF, FOWLER!” Fowler was stunned at this sudden snap, “TODAY IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR….*coughs* BULLSHIT!…. I’m fine….” “Sorry..”, yelling at his husband really worsened Heiji’s already sore throat. And the fact that he overreacted to Abijah’s innocent enough teasing really guilted him.

“Babe,” Abijah took a second to stare Heiji right in the eyes “if you’re not feeling well, you can tell me,” “because by looks of it, you should be in bed”. Heiji felt shame at the thought of seeming weak in front of Fowler. “No, honey, I’m *sniffles* fine,” “you don’t need to worry about me” He smiled weakly to try and make it seem like it’s all good. Abijah wasn’t buying any of that, but sighed as he didn’t have the energy that morning to protest this. And stared out the kitchen window looking at the snowy, icy weather outside and sighed again.

Heiji made his way over to their room and into the walk-in closet to take off his pyjamas and put on his clothes. He took them off and noted how his body was weak. Sore as if he’d done some sort of heavy labour. Every part of his form felt heavy and cold, like lead… After putting on his kimono and pants, he recounted a mental to-do list of things he had to do that day:

- Walk over to whole foods (important, they just got in some artisan cheese and olives that Abijah would beg to have.)

- Place an order for new ceramic tools, clay and 2 new colours of glaze (very important, he recently received an order for an ornate vase that it’s important to get to work on ASAP)

- Clean up his pottery studio

- Put a special hand-built teapot in the kiln for a bisque fire

- And then, finally, rest…

The first thing seemed easy enough; walking 0.8 kilometres to whole foods. He forgot a key element of this walk. It was about -2 degrees Celsius and Heiji, not wanting to make it take longer, purposely didn’t bundle up.

He made his way to the front door and just when he was about to leave, Abijah said, “Heiji, love, it’s freezing out there! You can’t go out in that!” He said this genuine concern for Heiji. “Don’t say I didn’t warn yeh..” Heiji, flustered, walked out and sighed. He instantly felt the million-needle feeling of the icy air outside. His breath hitched, it went shallow because it hurt to breathe deeply, and his face stung. “It’s not a far walk. Don’t be a baby. You’ll be fine, dumbass” Heiji thought, “sick days are for kindergarteners..” With reluctance, he started walking; pretty sure that he looked fine. In reality, he most definitely looked like he’s dying to anyone who saw him.

“Finally, I’m fucking here,” he whispered under his breath. Canvas tote bag in hand, he put on a surgical mask that he had in his pocket. And made his way over to the whole foods olive bar; “Yum!” Heiji thought as he saw the new kind of both manzanilla and Nyon green & black European olives. “I really hope he likes these.~” He packaged them and put them in his tote. And made his way over to the artisan cheese area. While he was there-“COUGH! HACK, COUGH!” His chest felt tight & sore and his abdomen felt stabby. His face turned red as he saw the people around look at him with worry and apprehension and confusion.

Heiji sheepishly smiled and turned away feeling worse than he already had been. Partially because of embarrassment and the fact that he sounded like he hacked out a lung. But also because he was thinking about what Abijah said and how it definitely true. So, he made a logical-seeming plan. He picked up the god-forsaken truffle Brie, paid for his stuff and got the hell out of there. He used his last millimetre of energy to walk back to their manor. It was warm inside the store and he had acclimated to it and thus, felt that familiar million-needle sensation when he walked out.

Whilst walking, he felt like the earth was pulling him down and his walking was laboured. “Ugh, I wish I had the energy to speed walk, then I could get out of this horrible weather,” he said under his breath “almost home, Heiji, almost home…”

Walking up to his house, Heiji felt a ringing in his ears and his steps faltered. His knees buckled, his rolled back and then…. Thud!

Abijah heard the loud noise, walked out the door and his curiosity quickly turned to shock. “Hm…OH!…Heiji no..no!” He quickly scooped him up into his arms “Heiji, you old fool!”

“God, my head is fucking pounding…,” Heiji thought this as he regained consciousness. “Oh..”, he mumbled “I’m really damn stupid”…

Fowler saw that Heiji had woken up and immediately ran up to him and slapped him in the face. “Heiji, you fool!” “I…I was so worried about you and what did you do?! Go outside and pass out!” Heiji was still delirious, so Abijah reprimanding him felt like part of a weird dream, “Abijah….” He said using all his strength “I’m sorry…I..I,” Abijah stopped him. “HUSH!” “Honey, while you disappointed me by your self-neglect, I forgive you. Now let me take care of you *mwah*.”

WOw first fic where I utilised my above-average English language skills. HOPE YOU LIKED IT SLUTS

[dailyautophagy]

LET THERE BE RAMBLES

I keep wanting to not eat but then we spend $1000 on groceries at four stores in two days and

i feel like a proud fat queen or something

I don’t know I don’t have much to say… I watched two movies by myself today! lol

And worked

And made dinner

So much dinner

And did my sheets (they clean and on the bed lol) and my comforter omg

Is now in the dryer lol forgot about that bad boy

And then I forgot this $5 off $35 coupon expired today so we went to store and got whipped cream and strawberries and pork roll and APPLE BUTTER but it say where it from so can’t put that picture lol oop

But now seinfeld and sleeps

I have never read these books but I SHOULD

Bobo is on the bed with meeeeee

He makes me aware the sheets are not really white lol

KITTY

I love him

It was a quick week

I think I have a day off every week from now on and that is a wild concept to me

SO MUCH ROOM FOR ACTIVITIES

but tomorrow imma make bread

After I make bacon in the morning cause we have MANY BACONS

And waffles and eggs

I love the kitchen

Fuck whoever took that from me lol

I FELL ASLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

now it’s 440 and for some reason we are both awake lol it weird how the body gets trained so easily

We smoked bowls

I need water

My tongue feels weird

I can go back to sleep 🥳

Doin big yawns

🥱

Our bodies are so fucking amazing I can’t believe we exist

The worst part about learning all this health related shit now is kind of believing that I could’ve done something to save my mother once she found out she had cancer

Reality check bb girl you woulda had to tell them when you were like 10 to actually change the outcome

These things don’t just grow overnight

That’s why the carnivore diet doesn’t give you colon cancer or arthritis overnight lol but if you do that shit for 30 years you’ll have some ADVERSE EFFECTS

Find me a 100 year old carnivore I’ll wait

Oxen are massive and muscle and you know what they eat? MF vegetation

I’m not THAT pretty but sometimes after I go in public I’m like …yeah I am lol

But I’m probably just not used to looking at other faces

Just gonna have to ride the high of getting carded at a bar last month ALL YEAR

This bitch is YELLING when he thinks he’s speaking at a normal volume lol

And my main issue with his whole discord shit is I can hear him telling people LIES lol like wtf is the point of friends if you’re gonna LIE to them

I don’t like liars lol that was initially why I didn’t like trans people but then George costanza said it’s not a lie if you believe it and i realized they might be just delusional lol and a still can’t tell the difference between gender dysphoria and delusional disorder like

Thinking you’re a woman despite clearly being a man is holding a false belief about external reality despite incontrovertible evidence (ie, bones, chromosomes) to the contrary.

Like someone explain to me how it isn’t lol and I’ll update my opinions

F

[thekimspoblog]

Sheepdog Chapter 6: "Eyes Wide Open"

Jimmy wakes up, and rolls over to look at the clock. 4:30 AM. It was still pitch black out the window. In the darkness, he can hear whimpering.

“Kim?”

“I’m awake,” she replied between shallow breaths.

“Are you okay?”

“No! My back has been killing me for the past hour. I was waiting for it to go away… but it’s just gotten worse. I’ve tried sleeping on my side, I’ve tried laying flat on my back. Nothing helps. I can barely move!”

“I mean it’s not exactly rocket science,” Jimmy chortled to himself, “I can guess if I had a bowling ball strapped to myself for a full day…”

She found his hand under the covers, “Jimmy! Now’s really not a good time!”

“Right. Sorry. You know how I am. I’m trying to make light of things. Cus I’m nervous…”

After a long silence she sighed, embarrassed and begrudged, “I have to go to the bathroom. I need you to help me up”

“What are friends for?”

Jimmy helped Kim to her feet and braced her arm around him. It was only a short distance to walk, but his smell was novelly revolting. Or maybe it wasn’t his fault; maybe this house was revolting, or this whole situation was revolting. Or maybe she felt like revolting.

Once the toilet took on her heaviness and her husband had backed off, there was a little bit of relief from the sense of claustrophobia, but not much. No matter what posture Kim took, a muscle spasm was still wrenching her spine like a fist.

“What time was it, when we left the convenience store?” she asked.

“Around 5?”

“So roughly 36 hours ago. Okay…” she nodded, struggling to let it sink in herself, “In that case… I’m pretty sure I’m in labor…”

“So what do we do now?”

“Go warm the car up. I guess we’re going to the hospital at the crack of dawn”

Jimmy’s footsteps disappeared down the staircase. What she was just now realizing was a contraction went on for another small eternity. In a daze, she fiddled with a corner of the bathroom wallpaper that had peeled in on itself. When rolled flat, in crimson marker in rather large print, an unexplained note: “1/5 - 1/4“ She had to still be dreaming; her stomach was making some loud noises, but this emerging disquiet, this primordial groaning and rumbling, felt like it was shaking the walls. The auditory hallucination even came with clear voices.

“Sickness! Sickness! Death! Death! I want her to die! Die! She must vanish! She must die! Sickness!”

A contraction wracked her again, this time badly enough to get a suppressed scream. Already so weary, she was going over in her mind practically every life decision she’d made up to this point, and through the lens of this awful mood, pretty much every choice was one she now regretted. What was it she even wanted? All of that paragon-of-human-ideals junk seemed so pointless in this moment! She didn’t need intellectualism, no amount of words could justify her presence to someone who had already decided otherwise, she didn’t need love, she didn’t even really need Jimmy! She only needed her own permission to take up space in this world, and the next time she found herself chasing someone else’s validation, she’d remember to tell them to kiss her ass! All she really wanted…

Her eyes kept drifting over to the bathtub. She needed to feel the warm water on her skin. It was suddenly just an axiomatic fact that this would be the only way to get comfortable. She looked over to find the white marble countertop bare of anything, save for one stray safety pin. There had to be one somewhere nearby… the damn things had taken over the house like shiny little beetles… Kim pulled open the drawer closest to her. Aha! There were five mobile phones in there.

“Saul Goodman; Speedy-Justice-4-U. Sorry, but could you please call back during office hours? I’m dealing with a bit of a personal emergency at present”

The weight of the world was on her eyelids. “Do you have your shoes on yet?”

“I’m putting them on right now…”

“Well you can take them off… There’s been a change of plans. I’m going to call an ambulance. I don’t think I’m gonna make it”

“Geez, alright… I can call the ambulance…”

“Whatever!” she snapped, “Just get up here!”

Jimmy raced up the stairs. His hand was on the doorknob when there was a howl of pain from the other side. He didn’t expect this to hit him as hard as it did, like an icicle in his back. The thought crossed his mind, however improbable; what if she died here? Complications had been known to happen, and this was far from a normal case. After all this bullshit? … Where was that damn ambulance already?! The dispatcher said fifteen minutes, and it felt like it had been at least that already! Desperate, he pulled the door open.

The steam was so thick it was visible, and the humidity choked the room and slowed the flow of time. Jimmy’s wife was submerged in the vapors of the tub, humming a tune to distract herself. Her legs were spread wide like she was trying to bring her knees to her ears and she was holding her gravid belly with both hands.She opened her eyes and reached an arm out of the bathwater, asking for a hand up. It wasn’t something he had to think about; he stripped his clothes off and got in with her. Amid the splashing and sloshing of getting herself standing, Kim asked, “Why were we even at that convenience store?”

“Hey, sometimes dumb ideas lead to good outcomes”

“I’m serious. Do you remember what we were doing out there? Because I don’t”

“That greeting card, remember? I wanted to find out who sent it”

“Before that. I thought there was a gun in the trunk. But where did we get the gun? I said there was forged evidence, I don’t remember forging that evidence! Why were we talking about framing Tuco?”

“Does it matter? We didn’t go through with it. That’s not what’s important right now”

“Jimmy, I don’t remember any specifics of what we were doing before that parking lot! It’s like it was a dream, or- or Wille E. Coyote being able to run on air as long as he doesn’t look down! What about it do you remember?”

“It was probably some scheme to get out from under Lalo. It’s not like this is the first half-baked plan I’ve cooked”

“Probably…” Kim repeated incredulously “I’m thinking about buying a gun. A real one”

“What?!”

“Tensions have been getting higher and higher” she patiently talked over him, “Now we’re dealing with not just Lalo, but this new threat. I’m fine with it, if I always have to look over my shoulder, but I would feel safer if - should I not be able to talk my way out of something - there was another way to play the game”

“You’re not in the game!”

“I am”

“You’re not!”

“I am! Jimmy I love you! Stop acting like I wouldn’t be just as destroyed if something happened to you, as you would be if something happened to me! I chose to be here; I chose to be in this together. But the most danger you could ever put me in is to keep me in the dark. You know how I hate when someone tries to… FUCK!”

Kim planted her palm against the shower tile with a *Clap*

“Are you okay?” Jimmy knew this was a stupid question, given her other hand was squeezing his tightly enough to break it. Rather than answer, she went on to loudly put the extent of her profane vocabulary to the test.

He pressed his body up against hers as they faced in the same direction. “I love you too” he whispered back, almost apologetic. Saul fumbled for the dial so that the expensive shower head could rain warm water down on them both, and he kicked the muck down the drain with his heel. They stayed like that, rocking their hips back and forth. Even pressed together, skin to skin in this moment of intimacy, there would always be a shadow contouring between the two.

“Do you hear that?” The woman broke from her trance.

“Hear what?”

“Singing. It’s getting closer!” She hissed.

“You know, lots of people hear voices in running water”

“Shh!”

“... Kim, you’re scaring me… Wait… I hear it! What is that?!”

The lights flickered, Kim grunted, and when Jimmy looked down, there it was! A head.

“Okay, so how do we do this? I should catch him like we’re hiking a football?”

“Anything that doesn’t drop her on her head probably works. You know I played for a little bit in Junior High?” she chuckled to herself.

“Oh yeah? Let me guess. You wanted to prove to the boys you were just as tough as they were?”

“It was more about proving to the other girls that I wasn’t a nerd”

“I bet you were pretty good”

“Oh god no! I hated it! I quit as early as I was allowed to. That’s when I had to accept it; I am a nerd”

“At the end of the day? Us nerds will get the last laugh”

“I was the only one Cathy didn’t invite to her party. And then everyone who went got lyme disease. So I’d say I made the right choice”

“It just goes to show…” Jimmy grinned, “... Is she choking?”

He squatted down to get a better look. The angry red little face coughed and spat out fluid with the assistance of gravity. Before she had even completely emerged, the babe forcefully took her first breath and began squawling. Her father caught her, but struggled to keep her in his arms. She was as strong and as slippery as a live trout. After some confusion navigating the legs, the little girl was held to Kim’s chest. Mother and child still conjoined, Kim wearily stumbled out of the shower, across the bathroom towels, and collapsed on top of the bed still soaking wet.

There was still the afterbirth, but all the fight had left her, specifically her knees. Jimmy wrapped more blankets and towels on top of her. He stepped back and took in this unorthodox nativity scene, which reminded him; “Scissors!” he snapped his fingers.

He rushed downstairs and from different rooms, collected a pair of scissors, a binder clip, and a lighter. He tried to sterilize the scissors with the lighter, but this just smudged the blades black, so he hastily gave up on the lighter and started washing the scissors with dish soap. Then there was a knock at the door. Jimmy flung the door open to meet two paramedics.

“Did you stop for doughnuts?” He yelled exasperated and irate, “What the hell took you so long?!”

“Relax, sir. It’s only been half an hour”

Jimmy looked at the clock on the wall to see that - somehow - they were right.

“Well the baby’s here already! But if you want to check her blood pressure, she’s upstairs”

Neither medic was phased by Saul’s attitude. It was just another day for them. The canvas handbag full of equipment jangled as they went up the stairs. Jimmy was left there, holding a pair of sudsy kitchen shears like an idiot. He dropped the scissors on the counter, grabbed his laptop, and followed after them.

“Blood pressure’s normal. No signs of internal bleeding. No signs of eclampsia. Any sharp abdominal pains or elsewhere?”

“Just a headache” Kim answered as they tore off the velcro cuff.

“Any shortness of breath?”

“No”

While one EMT began to pack up, the other reported to our male protagonist, “Baby’s fine. Mother’s fine. I don’t have a scale, but a pediatrician would probably say 7 ½ lbs.? I’m not supposed to say this, but I think going to the hospital would be a waste. If anything changes, call 911 again; it will probably be us who arrives. Outside of the extreme quickness of the delivery (especially if this is your first child) I’d say this was a completely healthy home birth”

“Yeah, no thanks to you” Jimmy groused as they left the room.

Kim was hypnotized, staring at a crack in the plaster wall. She barely registered when her husband picked up their daughter. He was sitting next to her on the bed now, carefully trying to balance the sleeping bundle in the crook of his arm, while navigating the internet with his free hand.

“Did you have a name in mind?” he asked, already finding his way to a “Names for Girls” webpage.

“I honestly hadn’t even considered it” was her distant, monotone answer.

“A rose is a rose” Jimmy sighed, “But some roses are easier to tease on the playground than others”

“Just as long as it isn’t a flower or a gemstone. I think those are kind of unoriginal”

“Amy? Anne? Alice?”

“Are you just going alphabetically?”

“No!” Jimmy lied as he clicked ahead to some random page somewhere in the middle of the list.

He stopped reading the list outloud.

Haley? No.

Hannah? No.

Hazel?

Heather?

Heidi? No…

Not Holly.

Ida? No.

Ingrid…

Irene… Irene…

“What about… Iris?”

Kim’s eyes snapped open. Suddenly, she could remember it so clearly, the mural could have been painted on her own wall. The carved wooden flower could be envisioned sprouting from that crack. How was this possible? How could she so clearly remember the ending of a movie, she had only seen the beginning of? There were a few logical explanations. Maybe she had watched that movie years ago, and not even seeing it again was enough to jolt the memory loose, until right now. Or maybe she never did see this movie, and her imagination was just vividly filling in an ending, but she was never like this before. There were a few rational explanations, but she couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that the true reason was something irrational. Something fantastic.

“I mean okay, you said no flowers. But just between you and me, we can say that she’s not named after a flower. But you know, the part of the eye. Personally I like it”

“Yes!” She stammered. “I like it. Iris. I’ll make an exception”

Jimmy kept talking, but exhaustion was an undertow, and in Kim’s mind’s eye, the waves were pulling at her ankles, overcoming her surefootedness. Three irises; turn the blue one. A secret door popped open, and it led to a winding neon hallway. Deep deep underground.

https://www.deviantart.com/abettranempire/art/Sheepdog-Eyes-Wide-Open-913428274

[sluttyten]

the way it’s 3:30 in the morning and I have to force myself out of bed to be at work in half an hour, and I have to be at work at this time tomorrow too 🙃 I don’t want to do this job I greatly prefer my sleep

but also it’s just really difficult to make myself get out of bed when I know that I’m going to be the only person there but also I know I need to get up because there’s people depending on me to have things done

[callsign-rockstar]

I do - N. Bradshaw

After a couple years of being engaged, Y/n and Nick Bradshaw were finally getting married. Even though the proposal had taken place years before the wedding, there was one more thing Nick had to say "I do" to on the day-of :)

a/n: sorry again for being so inactive!! this was a request and so is dedicated to @fandomstanner24 who requested it. I really hope y'all enjoy it, (stop reading this a/n if u dont wanna know what the surprise is, keep reading if u do) and if you want to know what y/n asks goose at the end/what the surprise was it's that she's preggers again :,).

•─────────────•°•❀•°•─────────────•

Opening her eyes, Y/n registered that today was different. She wasn’t waking up by her fiancé’s side. She was not, however, alone in her hotel bed. Her best friend, Penny, was waking up next to her, eyes sparkling while she was thinking about the day ahead. She shot up like a spring and shook y/n fully awake.

“Come on, y/n/n, we have to get you ready!”, Penny said.

“We can stay here for like, 5 more minutes, you know? We’re supposed to be up at 7 and its like, 6:30.”, replied y/n.

“Why am I more excited about this wedding than you are? Are you getting cold feet?”, asked Penny with mock concern. She grabbed her best friend and looked her in the eyes.

“If you want to ditch, I can be your getaway driver”, said Penny. And although it was a joke, somewhere in the back of her eyes, y/n knew Penny was more than willing to run away with her.

But y/n didn’t want that. Although she was nervous, she wanted to marry Nick Bradshaw more than anything she had ever wanted in this lifetime. 

“Shut up, Penny! I promise we’ll still be as close as we are now, if that’s what you’re worried about.”, replied y/n smiling and sitting up. 

Penny smiled and gave her best friend a hug, whispering in her ear that she loved her.

Neither of the expected to cry until the wedding itself, but on days like these emotions are running high. So, at 6:35 am, they were crying in each others arms.

They had been through everything together, and Penny could not be happier that her best friend was finally getting married to Goose. She knew they were soulmates, and she wasn’t worried about her friendship with Y/n because they were more than friends, they were sisters and twin flames. And nothing could ever take that away from them.

Both women got up and went downstairs for an early breakfast alone. They knew that this was probably one of the last moments they’d get to be alone together considering the day, so they enjoyed every last bit. The rest of the bridal party was supposed to get up at 7:00 like they had planned but quiet downtime was much appreciated. When they were done, they got to relax for a while up in their room. 

“I’m nervous, Penny. I have to call my parents and ask about Bradley. I miss him a lot and I want to know if he’s ok.”, said y/n, already dialing her parents’ house phone number into the hotel’s.

“Honey, I get it, getting married is big and nerve wracking. But I’m sure Bradley is perfectly fine! In fact, I bet he’s still asleep”, says Penny.

“Hi mom! Sorry for calling so early, I just wanna know how Bradley is.,” said y/n.

“He’s doing great princess. He just woke up, actually, do you wanna say hi?”, said y/n’s mom through the phone.

“Yes!”, exclaimed the bride-to-be.

“Hi mommy!”, said Bradley.

“Hi, honey. Have you had fun with your grandparents?” Asked y/n.

“Yes! We played with my toys and then we…”

Bradley proceeded to tell his mom about the time they’d been apart. Truthfully, he sounded like a big kid, despite only having turned 4 years old. It made y/n tear up a little bit, and it also brought back memories of when he was born. Nick had proposed to her only a couple weeks before they found out she was pregnant, and when they found out they figured they would rather focus all their energy into the baby and making sure y/n had the best pregnancy possible than to split the efforts between that and the wedding. That’s why it had been pretty much 5 years and they hadn’t gotten married yet.

But it was finally the day and they couldn’t be more excited.

Neither of the women knew, but Maverick and Goose were both asleep in their own hotel room, snoring the morning away. Nick woke up before his best friend, appreciating a second alone before Pete woke up. 

He sat with his feet on the floor, breathing in and out slowly and feeling the morning chill in the dark room. He drew the curtains slowly and stood right next to the window, observing the streets below. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Everything was still for a fleeting moment, until he felt Maverick’s hand on his back.

“Ready, Goose?”, asked maverick.

“I’ve been ready this whole time,” answered Goose, with a smile on his face.

By 11:00, the bridal party was out of the hotel and at the venue: a beautiful botanical garden with a seaside view. The group consisted of Y/n, Penny who was the maid of honor, 3 other bridesmaids, Y/n’s mother, and the makeup and hair stylists. There was also the photographer who was doing her best to capture every moment that they would want to remember in 10, 20, 30… years time.

Bradley was in neither party, being carried around the venue back and forth between the guys and the women, but he was happy to be the center of attention wherever he went.

The day seemed to be both passing as quickly as water might slip through one’s fingers and as slow as a snail. One might say that 11:00 was early to get to the venue, but with weddings one can never be too early. By 2:00, almost everything was in order, and everyone was having lunch. The wedding planner was running around, trying to get every last detail right. She was making sure not one flower was out of place, that the band were where they had to be, that the sound system was in order and everything in between.

There was one more surprise that y/n and her best friend had to finish working out. One that not even Penny knew until a few hours before they came to the venue, but the reveal would have to wait until after the ceremony itself.

The guests were arriving at 3:00 and everything was exactly on schedule, with the wedding supposed to start at 3:30. Even though Y/n and her fiancé weren’t exactly the most traditional couple, they had been told by his mother to set the ceremony on the half hour mark, because that way their wedding would begin on the upswing as the minute hand on the clock was going up as well.

30 minutes later and everything was right where it needed to be. Y/n was still in the parlor, touching up her lipstick when her dad walked through the door. The room was silent, but there was a lot of love filling in the blanks that the quiet left open.

The man smiled at her daughter who always looked like a princess, but even more so in her gown. She looked like more than a princess, like an angel, he thought. She was perfect and he began to cry even before the ceremony started. Behind him was her mother, who shared her husband’s thoughts. She was getting teary eyed as well and both of them practically ran up to their beautiful daughter and hugged her tight.

Y/n wanted both of her parents to walk her down the aisle, she wanted to feel both of them next to her. The trio cried a little bit, but then y/n opened her trembling lips.

“Ok, we really have to stop crying. I can’t even imagine how bad it’s gonna get during the actual ceremony,” she laughed.

“Oh honey, we love you so much,” said her mother, as both parents kissed their daughter’s cheek.

“We better get going,” said her dad, as he heard the guests quieting down when the piano began.

“I know. But I have one more thing to tell you both…”

The ceremony began with Rooster and Maverick walking down the aisle together, the biggest smiles on both their faces. Then came the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, arms linked. Then came Penny, already tearing up and sniffling her way down. Even so, she had a smile on her face that could light up a room.

Little Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (because yes, his father and uncle had already come up with a call sign for him) was walking down the aisle right before the flower girl with the rings for his parents. Everyone looked at him with endeared looks on their faces, because no one could resist “aweing” at a child as cute as him. He proudly walked down that aisle, with a smile on his face and his tiny chest puffed out.

It was a mystery to the guests why the bride and her parents already seemed to have cried as they walked down the aisle, and a lot. But, the bride looked beautiful and not one eye was dry.

Though it was supposed to be Mr. and (almost) Mrs. Bradshaw’s day, Bradshaw Jr. stole the show with his complete awe and admiration towards his mother. He stood there with his little jaw hanging wide open, and everyone laughed. But when everyone was looking at him, Nick only had eyes for Y/n. She was sparkling, gleaming, floating down that aisle. She was an angel come down from heaven. She was perfect, even when se cried she was flawless and he couldn’t help but cry as soon as he saw her.

The wedding continued and then the vows came. And finally, the I dos.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may-” and the officiator was cut off, because Nick was already dipping his bride to kiss her.

Everyone cheered and the celebration began. 

One of the reasons they had decided to get married in the afternoon was so they could have the best lighting for pictures: golden hour. The photographer had spent all day trying to find the perfect spot for pictures because the goal was to capture both the plants and the beach in the background. The gardens were full of life, breathing and the plants were letting the sun bathe them in what looked like molten gold. The pictures began with only the couple in the frame, then with their son, and their parents and friends, etc. After about 30 minutes, they had gotten enough pictures to remember the day by, and everyone was going toward the large tent where the dance floor was and their tables, too.

“Alright, one more picture,” said the photographer. This time, it was just the newlyweds in the frame like they started. 

“Ok, I want you to face away from each other and I’ll let you know when you can turn around. That way we can get a picture where everything looks dynamic and lively. These kinds of shots are great to make the pictures look like they’re almost moving,” instructed the photographer, winking at the bride.

Y/n was smiling so wide that it was hard to hide from her husband, but she knew holding back would be worth it for the surprise she’d been planning all day.

Once Nick was facing away from his wife, y/n got down on one knee, carefully arranging her dress so it would get caught beneath her. Penny came running to hand her the supplied necessary for the surprise and then ran away as quickly as she came back.

“You can turn around now,” said the photographer.

Goose looked down in confusion at his wife.

“Didn’t we already do this, love?” he asked.

“Nick Bradshaw, will you honor me by being the most wonderful father in the universe one more time?”, asked y/n, the biggest smile on her face and handing him a positive pregnancy test and a baby onesie.

The photographer was clicking away on the camera and all of their family and friends were already gathering around, cheering.

“Of course I will, I do!”, he exclaimed, picking his wife up and kissing her. His face was filled with pure love and admiration, the feeling of pure excitement filling him as he imagined his growing family. Bradley came up to his parents, having to be explained that he would be a big brother in about 9 months :)

[lengthofropes]

You know what I experienced this morning? 

My first very close air strike. 

4 russian missiles hit Kyiv today, and it was in my neighborhood. I returned to Kyiv few weeks ago, and I usually take the “two walls rule” (you know what this is, right?) and sit in my corridor during the air strike alerts. It’s kinda exhausting to run to the bomb-shelter every time happens, cause russians launch their deathly shit on us usually 2-4 times a day. And besides, idk if the nearest shelter can fit all the people, so I chose to stay in the safest spot of my apartment. Well… just like the most of us, Ukrainians, do for the past 4 months. So today, the alert started at 5:03 am, and I’m usually still awake at this time. But I was so tired, I was lying in my bed, scrolling the feed on my phone. I live on the first floor of the residential building, and there’s a road outside my window. Small, not very popular one, so it’s like up to 10 cars a day max) They make that low roaring sound when they drive by. Around 5:20 I heard a sound like that, but it was… a bit different. It literally took less than a second for the though to appear in my mind “That’s not a car” And then… I don’t even know what then. My second thought was literally “Oh…” and nothing more. And it would’ve take me 2 seconds to grab my cat and run into corridor. But I went absolutely numb. Just... listening to that sound. Then it changed to the noise of hit and explosion. And the rattling of the windows in my apartment. Fuck, they say you should stay away from the windows, but I was so numb, I was so fucking numb… But then I heard that sound AGAIN, and this time I grabbed my cat and run into the corridor. There were four explosions, windows were shaking badly, and my cat was scared as fuck. And between third one and the fourth one hit there was a longer pause, and I came to the window to look at the damage. I even filmed the huge column of smoke. Probably, to remember this day forever. The alert was over at 5:47. I texted back all my friends, who know where I live, that I’m okay. I checked with my friends, who live nearby, too. And then… the usual thing we all do after the hit was confirmed. We wait for the official info to appear, checking the news feed every fucking 10 seconds. We wait, and there's only one thought in our heads: "How many?" Turned out one missile hit the kindergarten yard, leaving the huge hole in the ground and absolutely no windows in the building itself. And there was a hit on the residential building, too. It’s 500m from my house. 7 years old girl got injured, but according to the latest news, she’s alive and she's gonna be alright. Her father covered her with his body to protect. He died. That’s it, that’s the story of my morning. And I… fuck, I could tell you so much more. I could tell you, how those were the scariest 30 minutes of my life. I could tell you, how awful the air smelled for an hour. How it was filled with sirens of the ambulances and the rescue service. How I wished it was me, rather than that little girl. And how I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry her father died. God I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry it happened today. I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so fucking tired, so fucking angry that this violence is happening all over Ukraine, for days… for weeks… for four fucking months, Jesus fucking Christ… MONTHS! I wish I could tell you how I appreciate, how it warms my heart when you write me messages, adding “I hope you’re staying safe”, and how I am thankful for your care, and simultaneously want to scream back at you that nowhere is safe. Fucking nowhere is safe... I wish I could tell you how I felt, when the alert was on again at 7:21 am, and I fucking fell apart. I went totally hysterical, with laugher and tears... But that’s not the point. The point is NO ONE. EVER. in their lives should experience that. The point is russia keep committing war crimes, keep killing innocent people, keep stealing, keep destroying. russia is a terrorist state. 

And everyone should finally acknowledge that.

[augustinewrites]

05:25

it’s 5:25am (five minutes before his alarm is set to go off), but kita’s already awake due to his phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. his first thought naturally goes to you. what if you need him?

he rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up, grabbing the device and scrolling through the pile of messages. it's not you, apparently the miya twins have woken up in a mood, and they wanted everyone in the group chat to know it.

sometimes, it feels like he's never left high school.

[atsumu] how long do i boil an egg if i want the yellow kind of runny but not too runny?

[omimi has left the chat]

[osamu] are you stupid or are you dumb

[atsumu] are YOU stupid or are YOU dumb?

[osamu] what a weak comeback

[osamu] you’re dumber than a bowl of oatmeal

[atsumu] thicker*

[gin] dumber

[osamu] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N_m5Mwb6U5w

[osamu] how you actually live alone confuses me

[suna] shut the fuck up it’s not even 6

[atsumu] but i want soft boiled not hard

[osamu] just scramble them the way your brain was when you were dropped

[suna] damn lol

[atsumu] i’m telling ma you said that

[osamu] doesn’t matter cause i’m the favourite

[atsumu] no you’re an accident

[suna] you’re literally twins

[atsumu] but i’m older

[aran] google says less than six minutes

[atsumu] for what

[aran] the soft-boiled eggs.

[atsumu] oh thanks :D

[atsumu] also does anyone wanna hang out today??

[aran] no.

[suna] nah

[osamu] no i have work

[atsumu] D:

[aran] osamu isn’t your restaurant closed on sundays?

kita doesn’t think engaging is wise, so he closes the chat, instead checking if there are any messages from you he might have missed.

but there's nothing after the night before, when you’d texted him goodnight.

there’s a little red heart emoji beside the text that still makes him smile as he shuts his phone off, doing a few stretches before heading off to the bathroom.

13:30

kita pulls his cap off, using his forearm to wipe at the thin sheen of sweat on his face as he makes his way back towards the farm for lunch.

he’s sitting on the edge of the deck and shaking the mud from his boots when he hears it.

a single, sharp whistle from his gran in the garden. kita immediately looks to the front gate, where you’re currently parking your bicycle. his gran flashes him a toothy smile and a wink.

he runs a hand through and shakes his hair out a bit, sweeping aside the strands that are stuck to his forehead. he can feel the sweat staining the back of his shirt, but he figures you won’t mind.

(you certainly never let it bother you last week, when you’d ridden him in the seat of their tractor immediately after a day of work.)

you’re coming up the dirt path now, the light sundress barely brushing the hems of your knees and doing things to his body that shouldn’t be happening this close to his grandmother.

you stop to chat with her for a few minutes, kita taking the chance to sneak into the house and lean over the kitchen sink. he’s washing his hands and splashing some cool water over his face when the scent of fresh bread wafts through the room.

he twists to greet you, water dripping down the sides of his face and making him glisten in the afternoon sun.

“hi,” you smile, setting two loaves of sourdough on the table.

“good afternoon,” he grins, opening his arms to let you step into them, wrapping your own around his waist. “what are you doing here?”

humming, you press a light kiss to his jaw. “i came to check on you and see if you’re still up for tonight.”

kita, in turn, presses a kiss to your forehead. “like i’ve insisted almost every day for the past week, of course i am.”

the two of you are headed into the city tonight to meet your parents for dinner. he thinks you’re more nervous than you are at this point, with all the little check-ins and offers to reschedule.

“okay, okay,” you laugh, sounding a little lighter. “here, let me help you make lunch.”

he pouts a little when you slip out of his hold, grabbing one of the loaves and rummaging around the cabinets for a bread knife. while you slice a few pieces, kita grabs some deli meat and lettuce from the fridge, setting them on the counter along with a pitcher of water.

“my dad’s probably going to ask you something cliche, like what your ‘intentions’ are with me,” you sigh as he lets his hands skim up and down your sides. “so just be honest.”

kita knows what his intentions are, and he knows that you know them too. one day he’s going to build a life that you deserve, and more.

but today he feels like teasing, so his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “and what if my intentions are to fuck you into next week?”

he smirks when he feels you shudder against him, gripping the counter when his hands slip up past the hem of your dress, giving your ass a light squeeze. “d— do you want turkey or ham on your sandwich?”

“doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, kissing down the column of your neck.

he’s toying with the hem of your panties when the front door opens, accompanied by a shout of “shin-chan!” from his grandmother.

he pulls his hands away and places a quick kiss to your warm cheek. “looks like we’ll have to wait until tonight.”

[omimi has been added to the chat]

[atsumu] guys i’m bored. someone play imessage games with me

[osamu] you’re literally sitting in my living room

[atsumu] exactly. gettin bored of seeing ur ugly mug

[aran] you have the same face.

[aran] and why are you guys texting? just talk to each other

[atsumu] no

[osamu] no

[suna] atsumu we were playing 8 ball last week and you still haven’t played back

[osamu] cause you were about to win

[atsumu] no!!! i didn’t see the message

[suna] lol read receipts are on

[suna] attachment: 1 image

[osamu] confirmed: the only thing miya atsumu can finish is himself

[suna] HA

[aran] oh my god

[atsumu] kita please help i’m being bullied :(

[atsumu] can i run away to your farm because i’m obviously not appreciated here

[kita] no.

[atsumu] :’(

[kita] i have an important date tonight.

[kita] and no, you can’t come.

22:13

“you said all the right things tonight,” you breathe between kisses that taste like red wine. “dad really likes you. pretty sure mom is in love with you.”

the ‘build a life’ speech he’d been practicing for the past two weeks had earned him an approving handshake from your father and a tight hug from your mother.

he’s pretty sure it’d worked on you too. he’s always had you, sure, but with your parent’s stamp of approval, now he has you for good.

and you’re showing him, alright.

cause now you’re tugging his loosened tie over his head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor as he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt. once it’s off and out of the way, he walks the two of you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fall into a heap on the bed.

his phone buzzes and lights up insistently on the nightstand, your eyes briefly flicking to it as he works your tights down your legs.

“they always need you, huh?”

“they don’t matter.” kita reaches for his phone, flipping it screen-down and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “only you do.”

[atsumu] who here has met his girlfriend

[aran] i have. multiple times

[suna] i’ve met her once or twice

[osamu] yeah she comes by the shop when he makes deliveries

[atsumu] WHAT??? am i the only one who hasn’t?

[osamu] maybe he’s embarrassed of you

[aran] ^

[suna] ^

[atsumu] that can’t be it i’m the coolest one here

[osamu] you must mean funniest cause that’s a joke if i’ve ever heard one

[atsumu] i hate it here

[ssavanessa22]

Birthday Girl

Summary: after a long day of celebrating your birthday you and Spencer reflect on the future

Warnings: pregnancy

Paring: Spencer x pregnant! Fem! Reader

A/n: happy birthday @makailaa your ask for swallowed by tumblr but I hope you had a wonderful day and I hope you like this and a massive shout out to @boldlyvoid for being my beta and really helping me with this fic go read her fics guys they are an incredible writer. And I’m 5 away from 100 followers so please follow you won’t regret it :)

He was never really a fan of birthdays; after William left and it was just him and Diana, he never had time to celebrate like how a normal kid would. He was busy taking care of his mother. He was never around his peers much growing up, never having the typical experience that the average american child would. As he got older the fewer people he had to celebrate being on this earth for another 365 days.

“You could say he hated his birthday. Well, he hated it until he had someone to celebrate it with, and now that person just so happened to be you.”

Not only did you give him a new lease on life, you made him want to celebrate things like birthdays again just so he could see your face beam with happiness and surprise whenever he did something for you. All the stress of finding something for you was worth it for him because he knew every year after your birthday, like clockwork, you would call your mother 10 pm on the dot and spend a good half hour telling her how your birthday was; what spencer and your friends got you for your birthday, and how much you were loved.

And like clockwork after your phone call with your mother where you would always promise that you and spencer would come visit soon and an araye of I love you’s, you left the living room at 11:30pm and made your way to your bed to spend the last 30 minutes of your birthday with the man you love

You were a bit worried that Spencer would already be asleep; between working at the bau, grading papers and helping Derek renovate the new house you were going to move into, he had a lot on his plate. But as you got into playing with his hair, his body facing away from you, he turned around and rubbed his nose against yours “how was your yearly birthday conversation this time, love?”

“I didn't know you were still awake? I thought you had gone to bed?”

He feigned a joking look of betrayal and shock “me going bed without pillow talk with the birthday girl? That would be blasphemy, how do you think so low of me?”

“Okay , I am sorry that I would assume. In my defence, however, you have been falling asleep on me without pillow talk for the last 2 weeks so...”

slotting himself into your neck, he replied, “that’s different, baby, because all those days weren’t your birthday. Your birthday is a special day.”

“oh, okay ,well that makes a lot more sense now thanks you for explaining, and thank you for today this has been the best birthday ever, and me and mum just spoke about you know usual”

“Did you tell her about-''

“no, god no, I think if I told my mother that we were pregnant over the phone and not in person she would kill me and then you. we’ll tell her when we visit in two weeks” he left a flurry of kisses as he began rubbing his hand over your small baby bump.

“yeah probably for the best she would have burst your eardrum through the phone with how loud her reactions would have been”

“I love you and I love our little nugget and I love our life so much.”

he starts laughing into your neck he questions,”nugget? You have named our unborn child nugget?”

“I just poured my heart out to you and that’s all you're gonna take away from what I said is nugget.”

even though he was still laughing he answered “no, no, i was listening to the other stuff as well i just was blindsided by the name nugget, but I love you, too, and I love our life and I love nugget so much. Happy birthday, my love.”

“I love you, baby, thank you for the best birthday ever.”

As you turned to face away from him so he could be the big spoon his hand landed on your small bump slowly rubbing it up and down thinking about how his view on birthdays had changed so much since being with and having the love and support he desperately needed when he was younger, again thinking about how he would have another birthday to be just as excited for he lowered his face to be level with the small bump in your belly.

“Hey, little nugget, your mummy and daddy love you very much and would do anything for you, anything, and every birthday we will get you anything you want, and we will love you and support you no matter who you become. Your mummy is obsessed with birthdays, so even though I’m not well versed in them, you will always have the best day possible.”

Groggily you interrupted Spencer “don’t think I haven’t already planned your birthday extravaganza Spencer, ” poking your belly, “you too nugget birthdays 1 to 6 are gonna be bangers!”

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[theunstuffedpepper]

Is anyone else tired of this heat wave?! It’s been HOT here, as I’m sure it’s been most everywhere else, too. That means lots of early morning outings and park trips to avoid being out during the hottest part of the day and lots of kiddy pool afternoons at home. Homemade apple juice popsicles have also been a big hit.

Pep has developed a deep love for trains over the past month or two and he constantly pumps his tiny arm up and down going “mmm mmm!” to signal “choo choo!” to us.. as in, please put on YouTube videos of trains, my people. So we’ve been at least watching less cocomelon, to my great relief. When we take him to the local parks, pep often gets to see the trains in real life and he gets such pure joy out of it. So — we decided one day last week to take him on his first train ride! A quick 15 minute trip to a nearby town and back, and he loved it so much. It was a juggling act getting out of the house with both boys but we did well! When this heat breaks, we need to get out as a family more often.

Pip is doing great and has actually fallen into a pretty predictable sleeping schedule (!) which still seems too good to be true to me sometimes because we struggled so much for so long with pep’s sleep. He usually has his last big meal (which I’ve dubbed ‘ultrafeast’, channeling our best Kevin Malone vibes) around 730-8pm and it’s lights out by 830. He then sleeps till about 1am when he wakes up to eat. He goes back down till about 5, when he wakes again, and he may or may not go back down again after that. I’m still the one getting up with him 100% at night which means I’m tired, but it’s getting better. Slowly.

Nursing is going pretty well all things considered and I’m now happily supplementing a few bottles of formula a day. It’s what works for us. My biggest complaint: I cannot get this baby to stay awake while nursing. He gets so cozy and passes out so quickly. A friend told me oh, just rub his head and blow in his face! Oh, I am. I am.

How am I doing? Not too bad, really. I worked out for the first time in a long time the other day! Did a 30 minute fitness marshall workout. I really need to get serious about weight loss again. I hoped pep would be super into dancing around the living room with me but his interest faded after a minute or two and then he just got annoyed I wasn’t paying attention to him. Typical. 😂 I have my postpartum doctor appointment this coming week so fingers crossed I’m all good to go. I think I’m healing alright, but definitely not totally healed just yet.

I keep wondering whether therapy is really benefitting me. I’m just not sure. Some days I feel better afterward, but I don’t seem to get a ton of feedback from my therapist — it’s kinda just one way. Who knows. I feel like I should be getting more from her. Like, analyze me, woman! Fix me! Tell me how to Be Better!

On that note, I just started reading “How to be Perfect - The Correct Answer to Every Moral Question” by Mike Schur (of The Office, Parks and Rec, The Good Place) and it is FANTASTIC. Highly recommend if you’re looking to learn about ethics in a funny, witty, relatable kinda way.

As far as watching goes, I started rewatching Parenthood (big heart eyes) and B and I are currently halfway through season 4 of Stranger Things. Shit, does that get dark. Right?? Not sure how much I love it if I’m being honest. Obviously I’m also watching Bachelorette. How do we feel about two bachelorettes this season? Jury is out on that one, but I love the mindless trashy show anyway.

That’s all for now; it’s 1am and I’ve got a baby who is hopefully about to let me go back to bed. Love to you, friends!

[lucy90712]

First ultrasound (pregnancy series)

Series masterlist

George:

This morning is my first ultrasound to confirm my pregnancy and to find out how far along I am. Me and George have been waiting for this for the past few days because we're just so excited to see our baby so that if feels more real because its been hard to take in seeing as all we have to show for it is the test and the fact that I feel kind of rubbish.

George is more excited than I am for this appointment to the point that he actually went to bed at a normal time and got up early this morning which isn't a George thing to do. Our appointment was at 11 so we didn't need to be up too early but he got me up at 8:30 anyway to make a simple breakfast which he also doesn't do often because he's never awake.

When it got to 10:25 and it was time for us to leave George was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement and walking at a million miles an hour to the doctors which I really couldn't keep up with especially with my nausea kicking in off and on. He did slow down eventually when he realised that I was not keeping up and we walked like normal human beings and arrived about 5 minutes before our appointment.

The nurse came to call us into the room for our appointment where I laid down on the bed and she put very cold gel on my stomach before moving it around to get an image of what looks like a tiny little bean which was our baby. It was so small but so amazing to see to the point that a few tears fell down my face as I turned to George he was crying too, we probably looked like idiots but we didn't care. The nurse said that I was about 6 weeks along and would be due in may.

Dream:

Today is my first ultrasound to just make sure everything is going ok and Clay was meant to be busy so I was going to go alone but he cancelled his video recording making up some random excuse because we haven't told a single person about the pregnancy yet and we want to be sure before we do.

He drove to the hospital for our appointment which was pretty early this morning but that was probably a good thing because I was super nervous. Clay seemed less nervous and more just excited to see our little baby even though we knew they would be small.

The nurse called us into the room and started the ultrasound showing us an image of our tiny baby in my stomach, the small thing on screen was our made from our dna that we would get to hold and love in a few short months time.

Clay held my hand the entire time squeezing it when things got exciting and when the nurse told us that our baby would be due in august probably not far from his birthday. August seems like so far away and so long to wait but I can tell that it will go much quicker than we think so we need to savour every moment including the little ones like this one. We were given pictures from the ultrasound which Clay is treasuring as if it was worth millions of dollars which is just the sweetest thing ever.

Sapnap:

This afternoon me and Sapnap are going to my first ultrasound which we are both excited about and scared about. The main thing we are worried about is being judged my the people at the hospital because we know that people have horror stories of their experiences but we are hoping ours will be different.

We have had to lie to our families as to what we are doing because they don't know yet and I'm not willing to face that yet so Sapnap is going to drive the both of us and then we are going to go out to make it seem like thats what we were doing all along.

At the hospital we checked in and soon got called to our appointment where I was asked a few questions but the nurse didn't seem to care about our age at all which made me feel so much better about myself. It was so cool seeing our little baby on the screen which was a bit bigger than we both expected because I was about 10 weeks along meaning that our baby was due in November.

Leaving the hospital I felt a weight lifted off my shoulder which I could tell Nick was feeling too it was relief that maybe people aren't going to be as judgemental as we thought they would be.

Quackity:

This afternoon and and Alex get to go to my first ultrasound which we have been waiting for for a few weeks but just haven't had a good time where both of us are free but this afternoon it's finally happening.

At the hospital the nurse used the really cold gel on my stomach to try and get a good image of the baby, I have no idea why this gel had to be so cold it was like they had it in a fridge all day. She moved the wand around for a minute before we could see a clear picture of our little baby on the screen. This tiny little thing on the screen was ours that we get to watch grow into a baby and then eventually an adult. We left the hospital with some pictures of our little one and a due date of somewhen in march.

"It feels so much more real now that we have these pictures" Alex said

"I know I'm so excited to watch them grow" I replied

We both stared at the pictures in my hands for a good while before heading home to put them up somewhere so we can look at them everyday.

Karl:

Karl made an appointment for my first ultrasound without telling me to start with because he was just so excited but he made sure to do it when we were both free so that took some stress out of the conversation where he told me I had an ultrasound out of nowhere.

Now we are waiting for the nurse to be ready to start said ultrasound, when she was ready she started and we could see the black and white image of our little baby who was indeed very little up on the small screen. I was completely in awe over the image and in my own little world until I heard sniffling coming from Karl so I looked at him to see that he was crying which made me cry too.

At the appointment we learnt that I was around 7 weeks along and due in January which is very exciting but it feels so far away right now.

Wilbur:

I made an appointment for my first ultrasound and it happens to be today, I'm very nervous too I just know that seeing our baby on the screen will really make it feel real and I just don't want Wilbur to get over the excitement when reality hits him. I also do want to see the baby because I've dreamed about having a kid since I was a teenager and getting to experience that makes me excited.

We went in for our appointment and the nurse moved around the wand on my stomach until you could see our tiny little baby on the screen, it looked like a bean and I said this to Wilbur so now the baby is going to be nicknamed bean until we actually name them.

The nurse told us that I was about 5 weeks along and our little bean would be due in July which means being heavily pregnant in the summer wonderful.