Noah plans to embarrass his daughter at school to scare a boy away.
Dad!Noah x Wife!reader
Content warning: none
Word count: 600+
A/N: Just a little blurb bc I'm still not over his ugly outfit.
You were no fashion police, but at one glance, you knew it was a disaster.
With a grin so blindingly wide, your 6’3 heavily tattooed husband stood in front of you, proudly showing his revolutionary pattern-on-pattern ensemble. Noah’s big hands rested on his hips as he twirled like a princess— a princess who looked like a hobo dressed in a striped long-sleeve shirt paired with black metal band shorts with a totally unreadable print and, of course, his favorite grimy slip-ons.
“Pretty cool, huh?” He asked, voice so smug as if he had just made a fashion breakthrough.
You only shook your head in response, groaning as you rubbed your forehead. You had been with Noah for 12 years now, yet you still had not gotten used to his sudden bursts of cringe-worthy antics now and then.
“That Austin kid is gonna stay away from my baby girl after today,” he added, showing his overprotective girl-dad self once again.
You had just finished lunch at home, and Noah was preparing to run some errands for you and pick up your daughter from school along the way.
It was supposed to be your turn to accomplish those, but your husband insisted on doing them instead after your 10-year-old had gushed about this ‘cute boy with hazel eyes’ in her class over dinner last night. Apparently, the said boy— Austin— had told her she was pretty, which made Noah stop mid-bite, his brows raising in both curiosity and disapproval.
“Noah, you’re just gonna embarrass her!” And me, you wanted to add.
He was already making heads turn at the school with his head-to-toe ink; you didn’t wanna know how the other parents would react to this abomination of an outfit.
But maybe you were just thinking about it too much.
“Babe, that’s the point,” he snickered. “No sane boy would ever want to go near my little girl again if her father looks this cool.”
You couldn’t help but snort. Nothing about him at the time was close to cool. If anything, he looked like a dork.
Your kind of dork.
He continued, “I’d do this over and over again until she’s 18.”
“She’s gonna hate you so much,” you said between giggles, pulling his head down to peck his lips before combing your fingers through his growing hair.
“Nah, she’s 10, I can just buy her forgiveness with a brand-new iPad.”
You swatted his chest. “Stop spoiling your daughter!”
“Baby, let me enjoy this while I still can,” he countered, smirking as he placed a kiss against your head, his arms tightly wrapped around your shoulders.
Huffing, your giant husband whined. “It seemed like yesterday when I was building her unicorn castle in the backyard... she was squealing, running away from daddy tickles... Now, she’s telling us a boy likes her? And she likes it? What’s next? She’s gonna go on a date? She gonna marry this Justin kid?"
“Austin,” you corrected, trying to hold back a laugh.
He groaned, resting his chin on the crown of your head. “Before we know it, my princess is gonna be off to college, and I have no one left to spoil rotten.”
You chuckled against his chest, your hands gently rubbing his back like you’re soothing a baby.
An overdramatic baby.
As Noah quieted down, you looked up at his pouting face. A smirk tugged at your lips as an idea popped into your mind.
Just to appease your whining husband, and perhaps, save you and your daughter from the humiliation today.
“Baby, how about you lose these ugly clothes…” You paused, letting your hand rest against the small of his back. Biting your lip, you playfully batted your lashes at him before dropping what could be the best thing your husband had heard all day.
“DADDY!” A small voice yelled as a heavy weight landed on top of you and Noah.
“DADDY!” A second one called.
The twins missed Noah an awful lot on tour, so this moment had been highly anticipated from all of you since the moment Noah left all those weeks ago.
Noah had crept through the front door, you silently walking over to greet him with a warm and tight hug with a kiss before helping him carry his bags upstairs before cuddling into your shared bed.
That was your favourite part of being married to Noah.
Those silent moments as you sneak around your two favourite people, trying to ensure their joy in the morning when they wake up to their dad being home.
Noah’s favourite part was leaving their gifts at the end of their beds so that they would wake up to them and know that their dad was home.
This time, the two of them had rushed into the bedroom, with Ivy clutching a stuffed koala to her chest and Levi holding a stuffed snake around his shoulders.
“Hey you two.” Noah groaned, adjusting to being awake after being in such a lovely, deep sleep.
He had entered the house around three in the morning, so having his two children jumping on him barely four hours later was not enjoyable in the slightest.
But he didn’t care.
The smiles on their faces as they hugged him and told him how much they missed was worth it every damn time.
Have a new baby at home was almost like having a guest in your home. Only your life revolves around them now and you’re constantly worried if they’re okay!
When you had gotten home from the hospital Keaton insisted that he was still sleepy and so stayed asleep meanwhile you and Noah were freaking a bit
“Is he supposed to sleep that much?”
“I mean his is a newborn so I guess it’s normal……is he breathing” *proceeds to put his finger under his nose “okay he is”
Keaton was more a day sleeper rather than at night….big problem. Here you were in your rocking chair trying to get him to sleep at 4:17 am. Your eyes were heavy, your arms felt like rock and you were really just ready to knock out right there. You didn’t tell Noah since he had some things to get done tomorrow
After half hour passed Noah came in rubbing his eyes and took Keaton from you
"Come on babe, it's my turn to watch him,"
"are you sure...*yawwwn* you have that meeting later today, I'll be-"
"Not gonna hear it. Get to bed now missy,"
You were so grateful to have Noah there to help you with as much as he does
Feeding, changing, bathing and night shifts were shared but he always made sure to take on a majority so you could rest more. While he did work still, he worked from home and if he had to take the whole day to help you he did.
The one thing that he did worry about was how small Keaton was. He was just so tiny in comparison to him. He held his entire body in his two hands!
He loved to do skin to skin, especially before going to sleep or while doing work at home. He knew that it was essential for bonding and just overall good for the baby. On top of that he really did enjoy just having Keaton lay on his chest and fall asleep.
When it came to breast-feeding, he was a very big help. He would help to get a good latch or he would help you with the breast pump and remind you about times and switch. Help you moisturize them to keep them from getting dry and cracked
There were nights where he would put Keaton to sleep. While he was in the rocking chair, he was just stared down at him while he stroked the soft hair on his head with his finger.
“ never really thought that I would be a dad…. Once we found out about you, it really did change everything. I swear I’m never going to leave you you need me”
He wants to give him the best life possible and the best dad that he can
3-6 months
So much development! Noah is just taken away by it! Now he's mimicking his faces, and sounds and he will spend HOURS just making faces and sounds or copying him
"babe, babe! Look he's copying me screaming face!" and he'd make his face then turn Keaton around to show you his face
He is convinced Keaton is more advanced than most kids so every time you go to the doctors he's just waiting for them to say they're perfect
the more he grows the more he looks like Noah but with your eyes. You spent 9 months carrying a copy of your husband for him to be his exact copy, but, he did take your attitude and personality
Noah swears that he gave him stank eye when he took the bottle away from feeding and said it looked exactly like you did
"Of course he is! Look at him!"
Noah Love tummy time with Keaton he was just so cute the way he smiled and giggled and tried to hold his head up. And yes He's let his head fall right on the floor and yes Noah has laughed while kissing his head better
Keaton seems to have a thing whenever Noah watches him that he just blows his diaper up almost on purpose. Noah thinks Keaton is entertained by it since he always giggles when he changes his diaper with a stank face.
yes Noah has gotten peed on
Keaton for the most part was a calm baby and seemed to like and be comfortable on schedule and would sleep and eat around the same times unless something happened
Whenever the guys are over he does hover. He hates to be called one and to admit it, but he is a helicopter parent (and it's really cute)
He 10000% takes milestone pictures every month to treasure his growth. Which by the way has cleared a wall in his studio to hand pictures of you guys on it.
Although he loves being hands on he also loves to watch you be a mom. The Keaton looked at you, how loving and soft you looked as a mom. The way your body has changed to create your baby always amazes him.
7-12 months
Keaton was now going through some changes and shifts some were better than others, including you not going to him as often when he cried. Which you hated and honestly Noah would just give in too because in his words it's
"dumb as fuck"
CRAWLING! EVERYWHERE! He underestimated how fast babies can be when they crawl But he loves to lay on the floor and let Keaton just crawl all over him or come and plop his body on his face
By now you're body has healed pretty well but still had some baby weight on you and Noah thinks you still look incredibly sexy
"but Noah look at this,"
"the body that popped out my beautiful son? Yeah I love it, now stop shit talking yourself before to bring Keaton to slobber on you"
Uses his baby as a threat against you by hold him above you and just letting his drool drip down on you (pure evil)
Speaking of drool, he's ben chewing on everything to get to his itchy gums. You noticed he started to grow teeth at around 7 1/2 month when he gave you an open mouth "kiss" you felt something rough and it was teeth! You R A N to Noah
"TEETH!"
"What?"
"TEETH!" and you just opened his mouth to show him the small stubs of teeth growing from the front gums. You were just glad you didn't catch it while you were breast feeding, welp, that means he's gonna have to bottle but you pump what you can
Now weening him was a little difficult. Even your pumped milk wasn't enough for him
"I mean, if you refused to give me your boob I'd cry too-"
"Noah!"
Eventually through a lot of crying and one or two tantrums, he was moved on to bottles, now the issues was drying out your milk or whatever else was left
"If you want my hands are really big so I can just-"
"are you offering to milk me?"
"no.......maybe."
As for talking you guys have been trying to get him to say mama or dada any chance you got, but now it was a secret competition of who he would say first
Noah would basically spam him with the word Dada or Papa while you weren't around, and all lil Keaton would say was "mmmm" "buh. Buh" and blow raspberries
Now he did say his first words and it was when you had to go to a doctors appointment and he was getting fussy
"Say bye-bye to mama bud, she's gotta go"
"awh baby, I' don't want o leave you ether," you said kissing his chubby cheeks "mommy will be back soon okay?" while you hand him over to his dad he starts to whine and pout for you and said
"mama" in his sad voice as he chews at his cubby hand wanting you to stay
"HE SAID MAMA! HE SAID MAMA! Yes baby! I'm mama, that's me baby" you were ecstatic, while Noah was a bit disappointed he was still so proud to hear him say his first word, and at 8 months! You were a bit late to your appointment but hearing your baby say mama was much more important than the doctors.
but one of the biggest surprises was when he walked for the first time, and yes you both cried. It was actually at rehearsals for an upcoming show near home so you went with the guys and of course Keaton had his sound protection you were on the side of the stage holding Keaton up by his hands as you encouraged him to dance as his father sang. As he bounced up and down he was also padding his feet a lot and was just so excited for his daddy who was just out of reach
You start to move with him one foot at a time as he started to walk just a bit faster seeing how much closer he was getting to Noah, Noah turned and he saw you walking with Keaton as he held on to your fingers and crouches down with a big smile on to his knees holding out one of his arms
and just like that he let go of your fingers and stumbled his way to Noah, tripping on the last step but caught by his papa, Noah just picks him up and hides his face in his little shoulder and you know he felt emotional. An entire year went by and he didn't know how it went by so quickly, how much he had grown and how much you both had grown as parents, he comes over to you and kisses your head as Keaton just giggles as you both smoosh him in a kiss
Imagine you two have a four year old daughter and one day she comes home from school, crying, because a boy told her that her bow hairclips look stupid.
"Honey, boys are stupid." you say, gotta teach them young right?
"But daddy is a boy." she asks confused.
"No, daddy is a man and that's a difference."
And you bet Noah is wearing bows in his hair the next day he drops your daughter at the school.
Summary: This will be a series of follow on shorts from a role play that I did with a friend over on rpnation. This is older Noah navigating life as a single Dad.
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Ivy pulled her coat around her a little tighter while she waited to see her Dad’s truck pull up. He’d been late nearly every day that week so far and she was almost ready to ask to take the bus again but then she would remember how everyone stared and, especially on the bus, she could hear the other kids talking about her. About how she was the kid with the dead brother and a dead Mom.
She’d managed to go back to school in September and whilst she had taken more days off than would normally be acceptable in the Davis household things had gone mostly okay on the academic front. She was a couple days away from being on winter break as well, half tempted to ask if she could just stay home from today. It had been hard to have to listen to all of her classmates talking excitedly about their family Christmas plans when this would be the first year she didn’t have her Mom around at all. Even when her parents had gotten divorced she had at the very least got a phone call and a present from her Mom and whilst she used to complain about that, now she would give anything for a few minutes of being able to hear her voice.
She looked up when she heard a car horn and smiled a little as she saw the large black truck pulling up so she rushed over, being careful to not slip on any ice, and jumped in the passenger side. Immediately she was bombarded with her dog licking all over her face which illicited a few giggles. “Oh Rocky.” She laughed, wiped her cheek and pulled her seatbelt on while her Dad peeled away from the sidewalk.
“Sorry bug, I lost track of time in the studio today and then Rocky wanted to come with me but he wouldn’t sit still to get his collar on… It’s been a day.” Noah chuckled as he looked over at his daughter.
“It’s fine.It was only ten minutes today.”
Noah sighed as he noticed her putting her earbuds in. It had been a hard year for everyone but he was very well aware that his little girl, who wasn’t so little anymore, had been struggling more as they approached the holiday season.
“Hey, before you put your music on, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He glanced over to check if she was listening only to find, for just a brief moment, his late wife’s face staring back at him and a pang of grief hit. He quickly swallowed it down and continued, “So you know that I’ve been working on some music with Nick and Jolly again don’t you?”
“Yeah? What about it?” She nodded slowly, still watching him a little warily,
“Well… We’ve been having some talks about doing a reunion tour, recording a few new songs, getting back out there. It won’t be until the summer at least but I figured you could come with us if you want, go on tour with dear old Dad for a few weeks of summer break.”
Ivy had never known her Dad while he was in Bad Omens. She had listened to a fair bit of their music and she was aware that a lot of their fans followed both her and Jake on their social medias. Her brother had even run a fan account for the band for a while as a joke and only revealed it was him doing it after he had made a joke about their Mom being dead and people had dog piled on him. She hadn’t found it funny, she knew her Dad had been a bit disappointed about too and yet, both of them could definitely admit that Carmen would have laughed about it.
“Do I have to give you an answer now?” She asked him, absentmindedly scratching Rocky’s head while they headed home.
“No, God no. This isn’t even definitely happening yet. Just wanted to gauge your interest levels. Might even be hoping that you haven’t decided that you’re too cool to hang out with me yet.”
“Dad-”
“I know, I know… I’m only asking you to have a think about it. I don’t plan to start touring nonstop but a couple reunion tours… Just think about it please.” He repeated.
He let her put her earbuds in then, turning his own music on and focused on getting them home, taking it gentle on the winding roads back to the house they had lived in for almost 20 years now. Even with all of the tragedy they had experienced in the past year he couldn’t bring himself to sell it and move. The kids had grown up there and the good memories outweighed the bad.
He got out with her and watched her take the dog round the back to go through the kitchen like they usually did while he headed in the front and took his shoes off, greeting the dogs then went straight to the kitchen to get a drink.
“I’m thinking Korean friend chicken tonight, rice and broccoli, that sound okay?” He asked Ivy, “You uh, you got any homework? Got your eye on any cute boys? Or girls?”
“Oh my God! Dad!” She rolled her eyes, a red hue creeping across her cheeks.
“Alright, alright. I was just asking.” He chuckled a little, “That’s part of my job as your Dad, to be embarrassing.”
“Whatever. When is Jake coming home next?” She hadn’t seen her brother in a few weeks now and with it being just her and Noah, she was starting to go a little stir crazy.
“Uh, I think on Wednesday, said he would stay through to next Monday but him and Jess are going on vacation to see her parents before Christmas then he’s gonna be with us. You sure that you’re still happy to go to LA for it?”
“Yeah, it’s better than being here for it.” Ivy mumbled as she grabbed a couple of extra snacks then turned to disappear upstairs with Rocky to start to unwind from the day.
He knew just how difficult this Christmas was going to be for all of them. They had been hard enough after losing his other son and then when his wife had started to spiral, leading to her drug use and their divorce and ultimately her death. Now that she was gone completely though it was different. He loved his kids more than anything but he still felt so lost without Carmen. She’d been with him through so much and even after the divorce he never thought of her as his ex-wife. He’d only done it to keep their kids safe from her devolving habits.
He was all too aware that this year there would be an even bigger empty space than before and the thought of spending the holiday in the house was too much so he had hired someone to come watch all the animals and he was taking the kids across the opposite side of the country to LA with the hope that some sunshine and more company would make things at least bearable. It would be nice as well for him to have someone to lean on for a minute.
Once Ivy had gone upstairs, all was quiet again so Noah went to busy himself with the goats out in the back yard, the routine that he ran through with them had been second nature for several years now and for all the extra work they created, he knew that if he ever thought about giving them away Carmen’s ghost would haunt him for the rest of his life. Even now he could recall when he came home from a work trip to find she had snuck them in while he was away.
Noah walked through the house after dumping his bags, expecting to find his wife and children in the kitchen or their rooms but it was suspiciously quiet and he was about ready to call Carmen when he looked out the back window and noticed at the very end of the garden, next to the chicken coop was another structure that looked to be a large garden shed from this distance but as he got closer he realised it was more like a small barn. It hadn’t been there when he left for LA a week ago.
Carmen was sat inside the pen, Sebastian and Jake sat across from her and little Ivy between them while she held, on her lap, one of the two baby goats she had picked up a couple days ago and gave it a bottle of milk.
“Just like with the dogs and the cats we have to be really gentle guys and I think tomorrow maybe you boys can start to have a go feeding them. We gotta decide what names we want for them as we- Hey puppy!” She called as she looked up and noticed Noah striding down to meet them.
“Hey, so what’s all this?” Noah chuckled, grunting a little as both the boys had jumped up the moment they had spotted him and bolted over, smacking into him at the same time. “Oh I missed you guys so much!” He pulled them both in tighter for hugs.
The twins were both near on carbon copies of Noah, tall for their age, fluffy brown hair and the same dark eyes. Sebastian had more of his mother’s bone structure and her nose but at a quick glance most people assumed they were identical.
“Daddy! Daddy me! Daddy!” Ivy’s little voice shrilled towards him as well as she ran across the grass.
“Oh hello little Miss Ivy.” He called.
At just shy of three she wasn’t as quick as her brothers yet who had almost eight years on her and for now there was hardly any evidence that she was his child at all with Carmen often joking that it was like his genes hadn’t even tried.
He crouched to reach for her once the boys had gone back to their Mom and scooped her up into his arms to place kisses all over her tiny face while she squealed excitedly and held on tight to him until he let her get down once she was bored and took her small hand to walk towards his wife.
Carmen had finished feeding the goat and stood, brushed herself off and finally closed the distance between them once he was inside the pen.
“Hey.” She smiled and reached up to slip her arms around his neck, “So it’s entirely possible that I got a couple goats and had Jon from the feed store come and help me put up an enclosure on the weekend.”
“Oh… Really? I hadn’t noticed.” He chuckled, his hands coming around her waist to rest on the small of her back before he leaned down to kiss her, opting to ignore the sounds of disgust from the twins. “What am I gonna do with you?” He murmured.
“Love me… Buy me more goats.” She laughed a little
He rolled his eyes but pecked her lips once more then pulled away and let the kids tell him all about the latest addition to their family. She knew that while he was pretending to be disappointed, he really didn’t mind at all. They’d had the agreement for years now that she could have what animals she liked as long as she was the one who looked after them or organised someone to do so for her.
Those had been some of the best days of his life. He’d give anything to go back and treasure it more. If he could only go back and make sure they kept Sebastian home that day, if he had just paid more attention to how Carmen was handling the loss of their son… Things might have turned out very differently.
A/N: It's been a while since I wrote an RPF (2018) and finished a fic in general (2023), albeit a oneshot. Proud of me so here it goes 🎉
“Hey!” Your husband pointed his long finger at the little opposing party in front of him. “I made you.”
Popping a chip into your mouth as you leaned against the kitchen counter, you snorted at the way Noah punctuated each word like he was arguing with an adult.
“Nuh uh, t’was mommy who made me in her tum tum,” your barely 4-year-old daughter Callie retorted, her eyebrows scrunching in frustration, mirroring her daddy’s creased forehead.
For the past 15 minutes, the two of them have been bickering about who’s better between Noah and you, and whom she loved more. You couldn’t hide the smug look on your face when your little girl didn’t hesitate to choose you right away. To which your husband was quick to argue, but not before dramatically clutching his chest to feign hurt.
“Oh yeah? Did you know who put you in mommy’s tummy?” With hands on his hips, Noah’s 6’3” being was towering over his tiny girl version in a ponytail.
“T’was… it’s…” Scrunching her button nose, Callie looked at you as if phoning a friend for a question she didn’t have an answer to.
“Mommy, who put me inside you?” She innocently half-whispered, as if trying to hide from her dad that she was using a lifeline.
You internally cursed Noah, sending daggers towards his now smirking face. You could tell he was trying his best not to laugh.
How the hell did their conversation get to this point?
“Yeah, mommy, why don’t you tell us who put that little yapper inside you?”
“Noah!”
“Daddy ‘m not a yapper!”
Noah snorted at your synchronized reaction before playfully glaring at your kid again. “You don’t even know what that means.”
“I do!”
“You don’t.”
“I do, daddy!”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do!” Her knuckles curled with every word.
“What does it mean then?” You could see in your peripheral vision that Noah stuck his tongue out to rile her up deliberately.
You swore your rockstar husband’s favorite pastime was to annoy his spawn.
“I-it’s…” She tried searching for an answer, but ended up stomping her feet in frustration. “Momma, daddy is being mean!”
Noah laughed hard at the aggravated brunette. “How am I being mean?”
“You are!” Callie whined in return. “‘M not gonna cuddle with you anymore.”
“Baby, daddy was just teasing you,” you tried to explain in between giggles. Your daughter’s pink pouty face resembled that of Noah when he’s the one being annoyed.
“Really, wittle Cawie baby won’t look for Daddy’s warm cuddles later?” Noah was making funny faces to tease your offspring, who started to make her way to you.
“I won’t! Cos you’re mean.” She immediately buried her face into your thighs, which made you hold her by instinct.
“Noah,” you quietly hissed at the grinning idiot you call your husband, to which he responded by mouthing ‘What?’
“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” you cradled your daughter against your chest as her lower lip started to quiver. And as if right on cue, the dam broke, and your house was quickly filled with the sound of your toddler wailing.
Your eyes turned into slits at Noah, who approached the two of you but was still laughing, albeit quietly. He loved his firstborn, but he was also clearly enjoying this.
You took a minute or so to hush your crying baby, while Noah stole your bowl of chips and tried his best not to burst out laughing once again.
Perhaps teasing was part of his love language for your daughter. It reminded you of how much he loved to annoy Matt’s nephew before Callie was born. Now he had one of his own, all for himself to torture.
“Hey, baby, stop crying now. Daddy is sorry.” You sing-songed while rocking Callie back and forth and rubbing her back.
“No,” she whined in between sobs against the soaked neckline of your shirt. “I don’t like mean daddy.”
“Hey, I’m not mean.” He took his turn to rub his daughter’s back as you continued to quiet her down. “Daddy was just playing around, okay?”
Callie squealed when she felt a finger poke her side, forcing her to giggle as she turned her tear-stained face to Noah, a big smile attempting to break out. “Daddy, stop!”
Your husband grinned at her before opening his long, tattooed arms, inviting his daughter to jump ship.
You didn’t know whether to be offended that it only took her that to quiet down and forgive her dad.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he kissed her temple as he let her cling to him like a koala. “Will you still cuddle with daddy later?”
Sniffing, Callie nodded as she rested the side of her head against his, her short arms wrapped around his neck.
Three years had passed since you had your little bundle of joy, but sights like this still never failed to make your heart flutter. After everything, who would have thought that you and Noah would be living in a big house in the suburbs with a little chaotic version of the two of you making your days exciting and dramatic at the same time? Having a kid never crossed your mind, even when you started dating the Bad Omens frontman, yet here you were, basking in the joy these little moments afforded.
“Daddy, can we get ice cream?” Callie took you out of your reverie with her cute baby voice matched with puppy-dog eyes that were looking at her father.
“We have one in the fridge, bug,” you answered before Noah said yes and went overboard with buying her the whole ice cream truck after making her cry. Being a heavy music singer, Noah might look tough on the outside— and sometimes an ass— but he’d always fold and get soft for his daughter at any given time.
“B-but, I want the green one with pink sprinkles, mommy!” You knew she was referring to mint chip— one of the few things that only she and Noah shared in this household.
“Yes, mommy, we want the green ice cream with sprinkles!” Your husband threw you a toothy grin before walking towards the living room to get his car keys, his now giggling daughter perched against his hip.
Sighing in defeat, you walked towards them as they prepared to head out.
“Take care, okay?” You reached out to finger-comb your daughter’s matted hair.
“You’re not coming, mommy?”
As much as you wanted to, today’s work was taxing enough, so a quiet house all to yourself just for at least 30 minutes sounded very enticing.
“I’ll stay here, baby. You and daddy enjoy your green ice cream, okay?” You playfully bit her chubby arm, which earned you those cute little giggles that you would never get tired of hearing.
“Are you sure, my love?” Now it’s Noah’s turn to reach down and place a kiss against your head. “Want us to bring you something?”
“Nah, I’m good. Just make sure she drinks enough water, please, babe.”
“Yeah, I got you.” Noah side-hugged you before he started walking out to the garage.
“Drive safely, please, Noah.” You knew he had become a more careful driver ever since Callie was born, but a reminder now and then wouldn’t hurt.
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Bye bye, mommy!” You waved and blew a kiss to your smiling daughter as you held the door open for them.
You didn’t follow them all the way to Noah’s car, but as soon as you closed the screen door to the garage, you burst out laughing as you heard Callie circling back to her and Noah’s debate topic earlier.
“Daddy?” She asked as the car door opened. Noah just probably hummed in response.
You could imagine your husband face-palming himself as your daughter dropped the question.
Your daughter adoring her daddy's long hair brings back fond memories.
Dad!Noah x Wife!reader
Content warning: Mention of sex towards the end, but mostly wholesome other than that
Word count: 1.3k
“Daddy, you looked like a princess!”
You snorted at how Callie gushed at the old Bad Omens photos her Uncle Nicholas was showing her.
Ruffilo came to visit to discuss some band matters with Noah, and as soon as they finished, your daughter was quick to drag her ‘favorite uncle’ to the living room couch so she could show him her new dolls— the latest addition to her collection, much to your anime fan husband’s dismay.
Noah wished she instead collected anything from any of the shows he forced her to watch with him. But not even the cute Pokemons won over the dolls she now laid out on the table, enthusiastically introducing each one of them to Nicholas with the names she came up with.
Your 4-year-old then animatedly described to her uncle how she loved to braid each one of her dolls’ hair, prompting Ruffilo to shift to a related topic involving adult men with long hair in a then-rising metal band, a few years before she was even conceived.
“Hey, how about Uncle Jolly and me? Didn’t we look like princesses, too?” Ruffilo pouted at your daughter while zooming his phone screen into the rest of the members with ‘majestic mane’ as he called it.
“Yeah, but you and Uncle Joll still have long hair. Daddy doesn’t anymore!” With eyes shining bright, she climbed onto his lap as she’d always do, checking each of the photos like a quality assurance inspector.
“Let me get this straight— your dad gets to be a princess because he cut his hair?” Nicholas chuckled while ruffling the hair of his best friend’s mini-me.
“Yes, daddy was like Rapunzel!” Callie’s mouth formed an O as she looked from the phone to the man in question, who just appeared from the kitchen doorway with his freshly brewed coffee. “Daddy, did a witch cut your hair to keep you in a castle?”
You could tell Ruffilo was trying his best not to laugh at how your little girl’s imagination was running. “Dude, you never told us you were in a fairytale.”
Noah just playfully rolled his eyes before sitting across from his daughter and best friend. “Yes, baby, and Uncle Folio was the witch.”
“No, he’s not, daddy. He’s the soldier, and Uncle Joll, too!”
“Why do they get to be soldiers?” Noah raised a brow at her before bringing his cup to his smirking lips.
“Because… They’re strong! Uncle Nicky hits big drums and then Uncle Joll...” she paused, thinking of how to describe the Swede. “Uncle Joll… looks grumpy.”
You giggled to yourself. Like her father never looked grumpy.
“How about me, Cal? Who am I?” Ruffilo swiped to the next photo, which you assumed was of his younger self.
“Hmm… You are the prince, Uncle Ruff!” Her eyes were twinkling as she craned her neck towards him. “‘Cos you have beautiful eyes.”
“Aww, thank you, bub,” Nicholas kissed the crown of her head.
“Hey, isn’t mommy supposed to be the prince if I were the princess?”
“Nope, mommy is the queen,” Callie dragged the last syllable as she clapped her hands with the new role she had come up with. “‘Cos she always tells you to clean, daddy.”
Now it’s your husband’s turn to snort loudly before putting down his coffee to laugh at your daughter’s remark. Ruffilo joined in as both guys eyed you with full amusement.
Before you could even protest, Noah probed. Probably on your behalf. Or not.
“Does she, really?”
“Yes, daddy. Every day.”
“Hey, I clean without being told!” He dramatically scoffed at your little girl, to which she giggled. “Besides, princesses shouldn’t clean the house, right?”
“Yeah, but you don’t have princess powers anymore,” she quickly retorted before bringing her full attention back to Ruffilo’s phone. “‘Cos you don’t have long hair. The witch cut it, remember?”
Noah gave you a knowing look and rolled his eyes at both the funny logic and how your daughter’s sass had started to show.
“Don’t even pretend to be shocked, babe.” You made your way to his relaxed figure on the single-seater couch, fingers softly raking through his hair as if it’s muscle memory. “For one, I know she did not get that from me.”
He threw you a pout in response. “Mean.”
Callie’s squeal brought both of your attention back to her happily perched on Ruffilo’s lap. Dolls long forgotten, your daughter was smiling so wide at the next photos she was seeing on the phone.
“Daddy had cat ears! Your big head looked so funny, daddy.”
“Hey!”
You laughed at Noah’s offended face as your daughter giggled, her chubby cheeks turning pink from grinning, eyes never leaving Nicholas’ phone screen.
Of course, those cat ears were iconic. Even after all these years, fan accounts would still find ways to post photos of a younger Noah streaming with those small cat ears on his headphones.
You even remembered borrowing those exact headphones to join Zoom calls for work during the COVID quarantine. Your workmates always found it cute, then later on, teased you when some of them realized it actually belonged to your rockstar boyfriend.
“Hey, babe,” Noah called, his voice laced with a new wave of amusement. “Do you remember?”
“Remember what?” You looked down, seeing Noah’s doe eyes staring right back at you, now glinting with mischief.
“The cat headphones,” he mumbled, as if trying not to be heard by your little human a few feet away from the two of you.
You scrunched up your eyebrows and stared at him, figuring out what he was implying.
Noah took a sip of his coffee before quietly laughing at your confused face. “You know, for someone who actually broke those precious headphones, you sure are forgetful.”
“What? I didn’t…”
Then it hit you.
The off-cam Zoom call five years ago. You, with those headphones working on his desk. Noah, surprising you from behind with small kisses on your exposed shoulder. He, whispering how you’re turning him on with those cat ears—how he couldn’t wait for your meeting to finish so he could take you to bed with the ears on. You, sending him death glares, trying to be quiet in case you forgot to mute yourself. Both of you ending up fucking in his bed right after you closed your laptop. Noah, insisting the cat ears remained on you as he took you roughly from behind– too rough that it knocked off the headphones, which the two of you ended up rolling into when you changed positions.
Recalling those moments now had you mortified and amused at the same time. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah, that’s what you said when we heard it crack.”
“Noah!”
The two of you quietly laughed together at the memory, temporarily tuning out your daughter, who was still enjoying the slideshow of photos courtesy of her Uncle Nicholas.
“When I grow up, I wan’ be like daddy. I wan’ a hair that long and pretty! Mommy, can I grow my hair like daddy?”
It wasn’t long until you had to compose yourself to answer your little girl. You cleared your throat, “Of course, baby.”
Noah couldn’t help but grin so wide at the thought of his daughter wanting to be like him, of all people. She might not acquire his taste for anime, but her wanting to look like him sent little butterflies to his stomach.
Not that she needed the same hair to actually look like him. If anything, Callie was his clone, despite the fact that it was you who carried her for 9 long months.
“Babe,” Noah called your attention once more, but now, his eyes stayed on your daughter yapping. He chuckled softly, “Do you remember what happened a few weeks after we broke the cat headphones?”
Feeling your heart warming, the memories came flooding back: you, vomiting one morning, peeing on a stick while Noah waited outside the bathroom door, the tears from both joy and worry, the first ultrasound, the first time you heard your baby’s heartbeat.
Your hands found Noah’s shoulders as you leaned down to press a kiss to his temple.
Sighing in content, you giggled into his ear. “Of course. Worth all the broken headphones.”
