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Fic recommendations?

Okay so I'm looking for some Fics to read: specifically ones where Alfred is the daddy and Arthur is his son or has just turned into a baby. Any recommendations would be greatly appreciated~ <3

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No way.

[foreverkinght]

Lullaby

~Owyn's idea, she gave me the idea and I wrote it. Enjoy it~ It was late, very late, and both young parents were worn out from the day. They were cuddling, Alfred's muscular arms wrapped protectively around the slender frame of Arthur. Arthur were sound asleep, a light smile on his lips. The tell tale sign of peaceful resting. Everything was quiet and still. Alfred was also about to reach that level of sleep when it happened. A sharpe cry pierced through the air, jolting Alfred out of his sleep. It was the cry of his baby. The younger man moaned slightly and slowly peeled his arms off of his partner. Who pulled the blanket closer from the lack of warmth. This made Alfred frown. He got himself out of the comfortable, warm bed, slipped on his slippers, and made his way through the night to the baby's room. Alfred tried to move quietly throughout the halls, not wanting to wake Arthur. The baby's room was painted a light green, a gender neutral color that also matched their son's eyes. The whole room was what Arthur wanted, Alfred was not going to get in his way. The taller blond had little to no decorating sense. Off to one side of the small room, pulled away from the wall, was a crib that held their crying child. "Shh...I'm here." Alfred bent down to pick up his son. "Daddy's here." He started to rock the small child gently, trying to lull him back to sleep. This normally worked but it was not tonight. Alfred raked his brain for some other way. Then it hit him, a lullaby. He knew the best one, his mother would sing it to him. Alfred cleared his throat and began. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Daddy's going to buy you a mockingbird." He changed that little part. The blond kept his voice low and rocked his son. "And if that mockingbird won't sing, Daddy's going to buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Daddy's going to buy you a looking glass." The rest of the old lullaby was lost to him but Alfred kept humming. This seemed to help. The crying stopped and the boy soon closed his eyes. Alfred didn't stop. He begun the song again. It reminded him of his childhood, filling him with good feelings. Alfred was too wrapped up in singing and humming that he missed Arthur opening the door. Arthur smiled as he watched his partner sing their son back to sleep. He didn't make a sound, Alfred's voice was very soothing. Alfred seemed to be slowing his song, that was a clue to leave. Arthur knew Alfred startled easily and this would wake the now sleeping baby. The smaller male headed back to their room and got comfortable. This would be a secret. Arthur was very much awake when Alfred returned. He felt the bed dip and then the warm, protective arm drape over his waist, and pull him closer to the warm body. A smile returned to the young parent's face as he welcomed sleep with his lover's arm holding him close.