Was feeling funky, shit, disgusting, bloated, acne, fat, oily and gay then checked my period app. Realized its Alfies fault for me feeling this way because he didn't breed me.
hi i was wondering if you could maybe write a fic of reader and arabella surprising dad!ab in the us having not seen him since he left xx
hi angel! tysm for the request! i did it as a drabble below xx
content: established relationship , dad!ab , swearing , one sexual innuendo , pda , kissing
you’d been having a little girls trip away in greece with arabella for a week now, and you were running out of photos to send alfie, pretending like you were still there.
what he was completely oblivious to, was the fact you’d gotten a flight for italy, over to miami to join him and the fellas in time for chip and lewis’ birthday celebrations, followed by the remaining world cup games.
you could see the fellas filming on the yacht. alfie’s back stood out most to you, his moles on show that you knew belonged to him from a mile off.
as much as you wanted to be super nonchalant and go up to him and start talking to him like you hadn’t been apart for coming up to four weeks, you knew that was virtually impossible to do with arabella. the girl was anything but nonchalant when it came to her dad.
you would give it your best shot anyway.
approaching the docking station, you called out to him.
“alfie?! hold bella for me so i can get on, please.”
casually, he did it. like there was nothing astray. but once his daughter was in his arms, clinging to him, it clocked.
“what the fuck?!” he exclaimed, holding her even tighter as you laughed heartily.
he helped you onto the boat before adding you to the embrace, having your daughter sandwiched between the two of you.
“when did you get here?!”
“this morning.” you grinned, “dropped our stuff off at the hotel, got ready,” you gestured to your baby blue triangle bikini and arabella’s rainbow swimming costume, “and then came here.”
“arghhh what the fuckkk.” he groaned, squeezing your shoulder before turning to arabella, “y’alright, bells?”
“missed you daddy.” she sniffled, trying to stretch her arms around his neck.
“oh, i missed you too, darlin’.” he pressed a handful of kisses to her cheek over and over again until she was squealing and squirming.
the tears on her cheeks were ones of joy at finally being in her dads presence after all that time.
“bella, tell daddy about how brave you were on holiday!” you whispered.
“and you pet some cats? very nice. at the hotel? or in the streets?”
“both.” you explained, “one of the ones at the hotel loved her, like constantly meowing and walking around her.”
alfie watched you talk with nothing but admiration in his eyes.
he didn’t think he’d have been so affected by being away from his family for a period that wasn’t that long, but clearly he was.
“thank fuck you’re here, genuinely, i’ve been missing you like crazy. those nightly calls weren’t enough.”
“no need for nightly calls now. we’re here for the rest of the trip.”
he squealed like a giddy little girl, thrusting you up into his other arm and spinning you both around on the spot.
you shrieked, fearful that his arm around the bottom of your ass was going to slip and he was going to drop you. you should’ve known better, your man was strong enough to hold up both you and arabella. especially considering he did it while you were heavily pregnant multiple times.
“did you lot know about this?” alfie asked the boys.
“nah, production did but we didn’t.” cal shook his head, giving you a hug in greeting before waving to arabella.
“knew my birthday was missing someone!” chip took arabella off of alfie very enthusiastically, “nice to see you reader. come, arab, let’s get you on the bevs.”
“cheers chip, nice to see you too.” you scoffed at the way he addressed you so casually.
“hap birday, ip.”
“thank you so much!” he gasped at her, taking her to the front of the boat.
“at least she’s out of my hands for a bit.” you sighed, turning to alfie.
his hands came around your waist, resting on your bottom as he pecked your lips, once, twice, and then a final third time.
“missed you so much, angel.” he muttered against your mouth.
“missed you more. you’re not allowed to go away for that long ever again.”
it was a partial joke. you weren’t about to control every little thing of alfie’s life, but having to look after arabella on your own and in a different country had been considerably more difficult than it would’ve been had alfie been by your side.
“don’t want to. you have no idea how much i thought about you.”
“all day every day, i hope.” you chimed.
“all night.” he added with a smirk.
you scoffed, slapping his bicep before leaning into his touch completely.
those were the types of moments and comments you’d missed this past month.
My future husband better have a fetish for huge foreheads or something because 100% of the time at home my bangs need to be OUTT of my face I be looking like this
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