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Father's Day | Adroline + Hannah drabble

Caroline’s eyes slowly drifted open as consciousness hit her. She snuggled in closer to her pillow - which happened to be Adrian’s chest, consequently causing him to shift under her as he woke. She watched him as he opened his eyes and peered down at her, a serene smile on his lips.

“Happy Father’s Day, baby.” She whispered to him with an affectionate smile. Father’s Day had been somewhat of a bittersweet celebration for her over the years. At first it was simply bitter because she had no father to show a special amount of thanks to. Then they had Hannah and it became sweet, now Adrian was the one she got to help give attention to on the day.

The blonde leaned up for a sleepy kiss as her ears zoned in on the soft pitter-patter of little feet as their daughter traipsed around the house getting everything ready. “I hope you’re ready to be spoiled. Hannah’s got everything planned out in a schedule down to the minute.” The little girl was usually more if a go with the flow kind of person, but when she was passionate or excited about something, her control freak side would surface and she would plan and plan until everything was perfect. “In fact…” She murmured, looking over at the clock. “-she should be in here in three, two-“

“Happy Father’s Day!” The tiny blonde exclaimed as she barrelled into the room and launched herself onto the bed, completely ignoring her mother as she attacked Adrian with hugs and kisses. Caroline chuckled as she watched the two of them, although Hannah loved them both equally, it was clear she was a daddy’s girl through and through and adored this day.

“I made you something, Daddy.” Hannah informed as she sat next to him, a folded piece of paper in her hand which she gave to him, suddenly looking ever so serious as if fearing he wouldn’t like it.

The well-decorated handmade card was opened by her husband, surprisingly neat child’s handwriting filled the inside.

                           ‘To the best daddy in the world,

                                   Happy Father’s Day!

                   Thank you for playing with me and painting                         with me and always being lots of fun.

                          I love you to the moon and back.

                         Love, Hannah. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

               P.S. I’ll always protect you, just like we pinky swore.’

  Caroline remained silent and let the two of them have their moment, Adrian pulling Hannah in for a hug and held her close for a while, planting a kiss to the top of her head.

“I love you, Little Star.”

Hannah beamed and pulled back after a moment, excitedly hopping off of the bed. “Get dressed!” She ordered with a smile. “We’ve got to go open presents, and then Mummy and I are going to cook breakfast and then we have to go for a picnic and then…”

She continued babbling on as she exited the room, both parents grinning after her.

“Well you heard the boss, get up.” Caroline chuckled and reached over to kiss his cheek before hopping out of bed to get started on breakfast.

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Alphabet Drabbles - Adroline Edition:

Q - Quarrel

“No.”

“Caroline…”

“No.”

“But-“

“I said no.”

“Just think about it. We've got a few years until we have to decide.”

“It’s not going to change anything. I'm not sending my baby to that school.”

“Don’t you want her to grow up knowing about her kind? Learning the history. It might be good for her to be around other Dhampirs and Moroi.”

The blonde shook her head adamantly as she busied herself with the floral arrangements for the wedding she was planning on the weekend. “She has you, Christian, Lexi. There’s enough vampires in her life already. You guys can teach her about your history, but I'm putting my foot down, she’s going to a normal human school with no vampires.”

“You seem to forget she is half vampire.” Adrian said, frustration in his voice.

“Yes, but she’s also half human.” Caroline looked up. “How many times were you put in danger after you got involved in that school? And what about my teenage years. I died. Twice. All I want to do is protect her from that.”

“I know you do, but it’s safe there. They have the wards-“

“Fat lotta help those did.”

“And they have guardians.”

“Another reason I don’t want her going. Why would I want to send my daughter to a place where she is taught to give up her life for someone else? I won’t have her pressured into the social norms of your society. She deserves to live her life how she wants.”

“Which is why you should give her a choice…”

“I said no. I don’t mind her visiting Court, but I won’t have her going to the Academy and that’s final.” Both of them fell into a tense silence, staring at each other in frustration.

“What’s the Academy?..” A little voice came from the doorway, curiosity in those big green eyes.

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Alphabet Drabbles - Adroline Edition:

P - Paint

Neither of them predicted the trouble that would come from their little monster once she was tall enough to open doors.

That first time they realised she had reached that age was when Caroline couldn't find her anywhere, the frantic young mother racing out the front door to find the little girl sitting in the front garden and eating dirt. She didn't think she had ever felt so much relief at once, thankful she hadn't gone beyond their front gate.

Quickly they started being more diligent about locking doors, and buying locks for others that didn't have one already.

The bathroom received one after Adrian found his daughter leaning over the toilet, swishing her least favourite barbie's head in the toilet.

Then came the bedrooms, seeing as she delighted in opening cupboards and throwing clothes around, enjoying the feeling of different materials.

The kitchen was already safe, a child proof gate across the kitchen to ensure she didn't go trying to climb on the benches.

The last room was one they hadn't really thought of, it’s handle was a little higher and she couldn't reach it for longer than the rest. Adrian’s studio seemed like a safe zone from the mischievous toddler.

Until the day Caroline became aware that Hannah had been quiet for much too long and went searching - finding her baby girl in the last place she expected and covered in paint nonetheless.

Adrian’s newest painting lay on the ground, the fresh paint smeared across in the shape of tiny hand prints  the child herself covered head to toe in every colour imaginable.

“Momma!” She yelled overjoyed, bouncing up and running over to the older blonde. “Paint! Paint! Paint! Dadadadada!”

Footsteps behind her alerted her to her husbands presence, his eyes filled with shock as he viewed his ruined creation. Then looking at the ecstatic child, he took a calming breath and smiled softly, walking over and scooping up the toddler who squealed happily. “Well, look at that.” He murmured as she slapped hand prints on his face. “I knew it was missing something.”

As his daughter busied herself decorating his shirt, he looked over her head at Caroline and grimaced.. “I think we have another lock to buy.”

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Alphabet Drabbles - Adroline Edition:

O - Oatmeal

“Come on, Little Star. Eat your breakfast.”

“No.” The toddler shook her head, blonde curls swishing as she tried desperately to free herself from the constraints of her high chair.

“How are you going to grow up big and strong if you don’t eat your oatmeal?”

“No. No. No!” She squealed in response and shut her mouth tight, as her very frustrated father tried to sneak a mouthful in.

“You've only had one mouthful. I can do that air-plane thing you used to like so much, that’s fun, right?” He tried to plead with her desperately.

“No.” She repeated yet again and crossed her arms over her chest in an almost comic way it was so dramatic.

Adrian huffed and stood up, letting the child out of the high chair, watching as she scampered off before he walked into the kitchen.

“No luck?” Caroline asked from the sink, where she was cleaning up the dishes from their breakfast.

“Oatmeal’s usually her favourite, why is she being so damn stubborn?”

“You seem to forget who her parents are.” The blonde chuckled and walked over to retrieve the barely touched bowl of oatmeal from him. Looking down into the bowl, she screwed up her nose in disgust at the lumpy, grey substance before her. It looked nothing like the usual golden, even-consistency oatmeal.

“Uhh… Adrian, what is this?” She asked hesitantly.

“Oatmeal.” He announced proudly, like the substance before her actually looked appetising.

“I don’t think this is even edible…” She murmured, then paused before taking a tiny spoonful. “Oh, god, eww, no no, definitely not edible. No wonder the poor kid wouldn't eat it.” The blonde yelled dramatically and ran over to the sink for a glass of water to wash it down.

“Give me that.” The Moroi grumbled and took the bowl back, having his own mouthful, face falling immediately and nose scrunching up is disgust. “Oh fuck. That’s horrible.”

That was the first and last time Adrian ever made oatmeal.

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Alphabet Drabbles - Adroline Edition:

H - Hannah

"She's so little and perfect." Caroline murmured in awe as she gazed over the bassinet at the tiny bundle sleeping soundly inside. "Can you believe we did that? We made her." The blonde's eyes were wide as she glanced up at Adrian - who looked equally amazed. Sure they had had months to prepare for this and they had a few nights in hospital with her, but it was so much more real now that they had the baby in the nursery they had spent weeks setting up. "We can do this, right?" Adrian whispered back after a moments silence, nerves lacing his voice. Caroline turned to look at him, she had to admit that she was scared too, having a whole other life depending on them. But as her gaze returned to the baby, she smiled and nodded. "Of course we can. Between us we've taken on Strigoi and thousand year old hybrids. Hell we've even beaten death. Don't you think we can handle being parents." She announced proudly in a hushed voice. "What it I screw it up?" "You won't." "Yeah, but what if I do? What if I end up just like my fucking dad?" "Just you being afraid of that means you'll be a hundred times the parent he ever was." She whispered passionately. "Now, you look at me Adrian Ivashkov. You're going to be a wonderful father and that little girl is going to love you more than anything in this world. Sure, it's new and strange and I'm scared too, but we've got this." Caroline smiled as the fear ebbed from his face. "Oh, and don't swear in front of Hannah." She scolded with a smirk. "Now, as responsible parents, we should go get some sleep before she decides to wake up and scream the house down." She whispered as she leaned down to kiss the newborn's forehead, before leaving the room. "Mmkay." Adrian hummed, but stayed a few moments longer, his eyes still on the sleeping infant. "We can do this. I can do this." He repeated and then smiled, leaning down to kiss his daughters nose. "Goodnight. I love you, my little star."

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Alphabet Drabbles - Adroline Edition:

C - Crayons

It was Adrian's idea. At three, Hannah was at the age in which her interest would start to show and Adrian wanted to see if perhaps they had a little artist on their hands. And so he bought her a box of crayons - every shade imaginable crammed into a tin, the coloured waxy stick wrapped in paper stating which shade they were suppose to be. Sky blue, fire-engine red, buttercup yellow  emerald green. A rainbow of possibilities.  Only at three, something else was abundantly clear... Attention spans were not made to last. After a solid three and a half minutes of scribbling haphazardly on the page in front of her, Hannah got bored and threw a few across the room - there goes ghost white, chocolate brown and grass green. A couple more were chewed on, painting her mouth banana yellow and tulip red, before she left them entirely, leaving them for her parents to pack up and put away where they sat untouched.  That is until a few months later, when Caroline came home to find a guilty looking Adrian and a bright eyed little girl with an array of coloured wax sticks around her - the walls covered in swirls and childish pictures.  It appeared they did have a little artist on their hands after all.