#dilfstille

[bastilleisimagined]

Imagine Dan talking and humming lil lullabies to your baby bump

[bastilleisimagined]

Imagine stay-at-home daddy Kyle when he's not on tour Kyle pushing the pram around and chatting up with the other mothers Kyle with that stupid baby sack around his neck Kyle singing and cooing to the babe when he's changing the diaper Kyle playing the "here comes the plane!" feeding game with the babe Kyle bringing the baby to the studio with him when he has to go record -- which leads to spending time with the best uncles The babe crying when Dan picks him up and Dan's panicked look while Kyle swoops in like "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KID???" And then the recording session ending with a tired Kyle snuggling with his kid in the corner and taking simultaneous naps

[bastilleisimagined]

Imagine Dan letting his daughter sleep in between the two of you after she comes in sniffling over a nightmare

[bastilleisimagined]

Imagine Dan taking the kids to Durban and animatedly chatting about Grandma and Grandpa’s city

[lovedansmith]

A Little Vacation

“Babe please wake up.”

You briefly opened your eyes to see sunlight streaming in through the open balcony onto your boyfriend’s face. His hair was a mess, sticking straight up from his head, but somehow he still managed to look irresistible cute.

“Too early,” you mumbled, rolling towards him and burying your face back in his pillows.

“Please, I’m begging you. It’s already 7:30,” he whispered, stroking your hair and kissing your shoulder. “I really want to head out and see the city before it gets too hot.”

You lifted your head slightly and once again saw his bright blue eyes staring at you, full of excitement. He kissed your nose and sat up quickly once he saw you were finally awake. You two had come to Italy on vacation, but it hadn’t been much of a vacation with Dan waking you up every morning at the crack of dawn. You hadn’t gotten in before 11 PM the entire week, and of course you hadn’t gone to sleep before 1 AM because Dan had been all but too eager to get you back to bed. Vacations were supposed to be about sleeping in and relaxing; they were meant to be about eating delicious food and sitting on the beach with a good book. Dan however was far more concerned with exploring the city nearly 24 hours a day and finding adventure. He ate for survival and not for enjoyment, meaning he never wanted to stop and eat. This often left you exhausted and starving, but you tried to overlook this because you loved him and wanted him to have a good time.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes before smiling and giving him a kiss. He smiled back and as you leaned in to kiss him more, he pulled away with an exasperated look.

“Can you please get in the shower now so we can head out before noon? I know you take forever to get ready,” he begged. You laughed, slowly climbing out of bed and walking towards the restroom of your hotel room. You glanced out the open balcony doors, noticing a half empty coffee cup and open newspaper. Dan must have been awake for quite some time. You quickly walk back to the bed and give him a peck on the forehead.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in,” you sarcastically mumbled against his cheek.

“Yeah babe, I know you need your beauty rest. But for God’s sake, go get in the shower!”

You smiled and playfully rubbed his hair before you obliged and walked into the bathroom.

*****

An hour and a half later, you and Dan finally departed hand in hand to explore the city streets. Dan noticed your stomach grumbling so he led you around the corner from your hotel to a street full of little Italian cafes. He walked into the first one, busy with people ordering coffees, pastries, and other breakfast items.

“What do you want to eat babe?” he inquired. Squinting above his head, you realized the menu written above the baristas was in Italian. You looked down to see a woman being handed a large mug of what appeared to be coffee along with a bagel.

“Just a bagel and coffee please,” you said. Dan let go of your hand and turned to the counter, standing nearly a head taller than everyone else in the shop.

“Due caffè e un bagel tostato per favore,” you heard him say to the barista. The young woman behind the counter stared at your handsome boyfriend, clearly mesmerized by his eyes and his horrible yet adorable Italian accent. She smiled and nodded at him as he handed her money. He turned around and winked, which drew the attention of a few women standing next to you. They began whispering words you could not understand which quickly made you uncomfortable. You wrapped your arms around your body and looked at the floor. Dan walked back you, somehow holding both coffees and the bagel in one hand.

“Are you cold?” he asked, taking a bite of your bagel before handing it to you. You looked up to meet not his eyes, but the eyes of several women giving you nasty looks. You nodded and grabbed the bagel before quickly walking out of the café. Dan followed with a confused look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just hungry,” you said trying to brush the paranoid look off your face.

“I can tell when you’re upset, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I SAID NOTHING,” you yelled, anger suddenly taking over your body. Dan’s face dropped and he broke eye contact. You hadn’t meant to yell at him, but with the lack of sleep and food for the last week, you weren’t feeling yourself. Dan shrugged his shoulders as he always did, but he didn’t take your hand again. “Well alright then, let’s go,” he muttered, taking off down the street. You followed, noticing the shift in atmosphere because of your behavior. He made no effort to slow his brisk pace as he normally did when he was with you. You could tell you had hurt his feelings, and though you hadn’t meant to, you were in no mood to apologize. You walked several blocks this way, nearly running to keep up with Dan while trying to eat and drink your coffee.

“Hey can you slow down!” you exclaimed when you finally caught up to him. He turned around looking annoyed and glared at you from behind his glasses.

“It’s already 9:30, I had wanted to leave early this morning, so why don’t you hurry up?” Without waiting for a response, he took off down the street. You stood still, suddenly exhausted again. You didn’t know if you should follow him and have a miserable day of awkwardly not speaking to each other or if you should return to the hotel and take a nap. Suddenly very emotional, tears filled your eyes and a yawn escaped your mouth, effectively making your decision for you. You turned back and started towards the hotel again.

*****

You slammed the door to your hotel room, stomping over to the bed and laying down. Your stomach was still grumbling despite the bagel you just inhaled. You opened the bedside table to find a room service menu. Looking it over, you decided on French toast, eggs, bacon, and orange juice. You immediately picked up the phone to order.

“Ciao, come posso aiutare?” a woman asked.

“Um, sorry, do you speak English?”

“Si Mrs. Smith, how can we help you today?” Mrs. Smith. At this rate, you weren’t so sure you ever wanted to be the Mrs. to your Mr. Smith.

After ordering and hanging up the phone, you walked across the room to the dresser. You opened one of the drawers to dig out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into, but noticed the box of unopened tampons instead. Your mind immediately began to panic and you raced to find your cellphone. Unlocking it, you opened your app that tracks your period to find that you were a week late. Your period was rarely off schedule and you suddenly felt queasy. You stood up and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door before barely making it to the toilet.

Sitting near the toilet and retching for nearly 20 minutes, you checked your phone. No missed calls or texts from Dan. You set it down on the floor and again were suddenly overcome with emotions. How could he not have called to check where you were?

“He must be pretty pissed,” you whispered to yourself. Before the waterworks could start, you heard a knock at the door. Stomach still unsettled, you stood up and slowly walked to the door. A young man no more than 18 stood smiling and holding a tray with your food.

“Ciao Mrs. Smith, here is your breakfast,” he beamed. You tried to smile at him as he handed you the tray but immediately burst into tears. You put the tray down on to the table at the foot of the bed. Pulling your legs to your chest, you sat on the bed.

“I’m so sorry,” you sputtered. The poor boy’s warm aura instantly disappeared and he became uncomfortable. Unsure if he should stay or leave, you looked up at him and tried to brush your tears away.

“It’s okay ma’am,” he squeaked, walking over and leaning down to awkwardly pat you on the back. “Are you alright? Is…is there anything I can do for you?” he hesitantly inquired.

You were about to reply no and that he could leave, but an idea popped into your head.

“Um…” you began, “Actually there is.”

*****

Nearly 8 hours later, Dan finally returned. You were lying in bed with a book when you heard the door opened. Turning you head, he walked in the door holding a small bag and a facial expression like a sad puppy. He approached the bed and sat down but would not look at you.

“I hate fighting,” he croaked. He sounded like he had been crying, which all but broke your heart. You sat up and reached out for his hand.

“Me too,” you answered. He looked up at you and you saw how red his eyes were. Before you could say anything, he pulled you across the bed and into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered into you hair, kissing your head and wrapping his warm hands around your back. You snuggled into his chest, smelling cigarettes and his cologne.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” you whispered into his chest. You sat like this for a few minutes before pulling your tear-streaked face out of his neck.

“Do you want to tell me why you were upset this morning?” he requested.

You pulled out of his embrace, sitting back on your side of the bed. He pushed his shoes off and tossed his jacket on to the floor, never looking away from you and waiting for a response.

“Well first I thought I was just irritable because it’s not exactly like we have been sleeping or eating enough the last week…” you started.

“Yeah babe, I know, I’m sorry about that. I promise we can sleep in super late and eat a ton tomorrow, I know I’ve been waking you up early.”

“It’s not just that.”

“Oh. Well…what else is it?”

“Um…well…”

“Are you ill?” He reached out and touched the back of his hand to your forehead.

“No I’m not ill,” you laughed, taking his hand from your forehead and into your lap.

“Well then what was wrong this morning?” His eyes darted around your face, looking for clues as to what you were going to say.

“I um…”

“Babe spit it out.”

“I’m pregnant.”

[jurasssick]

The Evening Routine

You came home to the same thing tonight. An empty kitchen. No one in the living room. And not even the quiet tinkling of the piano from the music room. No, the house was completely silent and you only saw one light on as you pulled into the driveway.

You set down your stuff and lock the front door behind you (no one is planning on leaving anymore tonight) and tiptoe your way to your son’s nursery. It’s there that you’ve been finding them the past couple weeks. This time as you approach the slightly ajar door, you realize you’re a few minutes early.

You’ve never been here this early. You look in just as he leans over to pick your son up from his crib. He’s such a natural father and it’s all come so easy to him. He handled the changing, the crying, the lack of sleep (although you’re sure the weeks spent on the road helped him prepare for that), and the taking care of a very emotional postpartum wife with incredible grace.

He’s really been great these past few months, and especially now that you’re back at work and he’s got a decent length break from the hectic life of an international music star. You must have let out a sigh or something because he turns around quickly as if you’ve startled him. He’s clutching your son to his chest protectively as he meets your eyes. As soon as he does he looks backs down at your (still) sleeping son and then back up at you. A small and slightly embarrassed smile graces his lips as he sways back and forth in a gentle motion and beckons you over with his head.

You acquiesce and walk towards him. As you approach, he shifts his hold and moves to place your son into your arms, a gift you gladly accept as he is very much a baby hog. As soon as your little boy is against your chest he snuggles in further and lets out this tiny little sound of contentment (one you have heard from your husband as well. As they say, “like father, like son”).

He moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head upon your shoulder to look down at his precious baby boy. You both stand there in  quiet contentment, just rocking back and forth slowly. After a time you put your son back in his crib and then head back into the kitchen to make some food and then head off to your own bed for the night.

[bastilleisimagined]

Imagine Kyle playing a long game of peek-a-boo with his baby daughter