Warnings : fluff, mention of pregnancy and sexual innuendos . -Words : 1.3K
A/N : I'm trying to get back into writing short stories because writer bloc had been kicking my ass lately and life is also happening. Anyway, in this tough world I hope this short one shot can bring you some comfort, love or warmth.
English is not my first language. Writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact. Interactions are great motivation boosts. Tell me if you enjoy shorter stories better.
The sunlight illuminates their three-bedroom apartment, announcing a good day. Sun is rare in London. She turns around to notice that her husband started his day earlier. The house is quiet, a little too quiet for her liking.Â
Usually their son is an early bird. Calmly, she rises from her bed and goes to his room. The bed is empty. Did William take him out for a walk without her knowledge?Â
She paces faster to the living room only to find them both on the couch. Mini William in his daddy's arms. He holds him close as if he never wanted to let him go. The little whispers fly to her ears.
"Papa t'aime, mon fils. T'es un beau gosse." - Dad loves you, my son. Youâre a beautiful boy. The one-year-old grins before hiding his face in the crook of his neck. His small curls falling on Williamâs shoulder.Â
"T'es mon pote Ă vie toi." â Youâre my buddy for life. Although she cannot understand it all, the tone of his voice is flooded with love. She stays there for five minutes, observing their little dad-and-son moment. The small kisses, the hugs, the laughs. Her heart always melted at the sight of them. The grin he displays illuminates the entire room.Â
Although she could stand for hours, looking at her boys. She is dying to get her morning kiss from her little baby.Â
"Good morning, boys!"
"Oh, look at who is here...Maman."
The wide grin appearing on his face each time he sees her will always make her heart jump. She will never get tired of it.Â
âHello, baby." She leans in to kiss her son's cheek, who lightly chuckles, revealing 4 small teeth.Â
"What about me? I stink or what?" William's deep morning voice reminds her of his presence. She rolls her eyes before pecking his lips delicately.Â
"Better." William makes a place for her on the couch, right by his side.Â
âDidnât want to wake you up because you were sleeping very deep.â His imperfect English always made her smile, not out of mockery but out of charm. From the very first time she heard him speak, she knew the man would stick around for a long time.Â
âHum⊠Just say you wanted a stay between boys. Isnât that right, my love?â She asks while lightly tickling her son's belly.
His laughter resonates in the living room and makes both of them smile. Their little creation, their little treasure they love and cherish so much.Â
âYour love? Iâm your love, and heâs your bebe. Everybody needs to know their place.âÂ
She warns playfully, âWilliam.âÂ
âWhat? Itâs the truth. He cannot be your bebe, your love and all. I need something too.â
âYou canât even compete. I hope you know that.â
The little baby on Williamâs knees stares at them with amusement. At this point, he is used to his parentsâ antics. One thing is sure: he will not move from his dadâs lap unless he is forced to. William and his son were inseparable. A full-time dadâs boy and part-time momâs boy.Â
âNot trying to. Heâs too cute and adorable to compete. Pas vrai, beau gosse? Regarde tes joues lĂ .â â Isn't that right, beautiful boy? Look at your cheeks.
There he goes, doing one of the things he loves the most: tickling his chubby cheeks with his lips. William takes pride in being the only one to do it properly. No one else makes him laugh like he does.Â
She groans, a pinch of annoyance audible from miles away. "Yeah, he looks like you. We get it."
"Yeah, I put the work in." She slaps his arm, making him chuckle. Even if she tried, that French accent always made it hard to get mad at him. It happens but rarely.Â
"No, you didn't. I'm the one who carried him for nine months." A period of her life she will never forget. From nausea to vomiting to back pain to weight gain to insane cravings to painful contractions.
Her body still carries the trauma of pain. Yet each time she lays eyes on him, everything vanishes. He was worth all the pain. Their little bundle of joy.Â
"True, but I'm the one who put the bun into the oven, if you know what I mean."Â
"No, I have no idea what you mean." Lies. She remembers every moment of the night their son was conceived. It was intense, raw and nasty. Ten days apart because of international duties combined with a sprinkle of jealousy from him unlocked a new level of horniness. Tâes Ă moi⊠Juste Ă moi. Youâre mineâŠjust mine. She discovered the meaning the next day. It sounded too right not to know what it means.Â
âYou know what I mean⊠I put the bun properly. You were screaming that night.â
âWilliam. Our son is there. Have some shame.âÂ
âSorry, mon amour. Sorry, Wilo.â He apologises before kissing his little forehead and gently squeezing her thigh.Â
Silence settles, giving them time to show gratitude for their little family. âI want one more. Another baby. A girl â I need a princess."
"William. He's just one year old. Give us some time. The princess will come."
"Hum. I love when you're pregnant. So hot." She wants to roll her eyes but fails. Instead she grins as her brain reminds her how clingy and loving he had been throughout her pregnancy.
The man would run to the store to get whatever she craved or needed, would never leave the house without hugging her and kissing her stomach, would talk to his son each day with a hand on her belly, would compliment her multiple times per week, especially when he noticed her shoulders sink each time she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Basically anything to make her feel special. He desired and loved her more than ever.Â
"William." She chastises him for the third time. "Behave.â
Their little boy stares at them with the same joyful grin. That small face who makes the world feel lighter and brighter even when life challenges you.Â
"Did he eat?"
"Yeah. Oatmeal and fruits⊠Hum... The small round fruit. That with strawberries."
"Blueberries?"
"Yeah. That. Forgot the name. We should shower so we can go shopping. He needs a new pair of shoes.â
âAbsolutely not. You bought four pairs last week. He has more than enough shoes.â
âSee, I told you. Come on, letâs get ready! I have a day off, and I want to enjoy every second of it with my lovely family.â He confesses with a half grin, making her heart melt. She leans to peck his lips tenderly, a testimony of her love and appreciation. Suddenly mini Wilo curses with a frustrated cry before leaning onto her lap. She giggles before taking him in her arms. Mini Wilo is not happy. He does not like sharing attention. His small hand agitates in the air in his father's direction.
âWhat? I know her before you, my boy. Calm down. Sheâs my wife before sheâs your mom.â
âIâm in trouble?â She cackles because his full name usually means big troubles, which was not the case today.
âIf you keep bothering my son, yes.â
âPfff⊠Canât even kiss my wife in my house where Iâm paying the bills. Little dictator. Traitor.â William rises from the couch, which makes her chuckle louder than before. Apparently mini Wilo could not resist her mother's cackles, as he follows right after. How could he resist so much joy? If you cannot beat them, join them.Â
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