Can you do 9 from the dialogue prompts with topper?
low key was gonna go angst, but i had such a good day on tumblr.com that this came out instead. inspired by the love for give you anything you can consider this an indirect sequel if you wanna 🥺 high-key dedicating this to my fellow top simp pen @girlsru1eboysdroo1 sorry you had to read my angsty top fic at the beginning of your simp journey i listened to tim mcgraw while writing this skdfjklsdjf
9. You’re jealous aren’t you
pairing: topper thornton x reader
warnings: flooof, dad!topper, fear of being a bad mother
word count: 718
You had been secure in your relationship with Topper for a long time now. From the second he’d asked to make it official, you knew he was in it for real. You’d never worried about his eyes straying because he only had eyes for you. You’d witnessed it first hand, Topper was handsome and kind, and other girls were drawn to him. They always flocked to him at parties when you weren’t by his side and even sometimes when you were, thinking they would be the ones to grab his attention even with your hand in his. Every time, he would let them down gently if they were polite, or forcefully if they pressed the issue or were disrespectful to you.
You never thought another girl would ever capture his attention, and for the first four years of your relationship, you were right. Until her; Lilah Mae. With her perfect curls, her big doe eyes and her soft skin, she had Topper’s full attention. He loved her, and doted on her, and let her fall asleep on his chest.
He called her Lilly and Princess and Pumpkin, and her first word was Dada.
You loved Topper’s close relationship with your daughter, felt an inexplicable softness in your chest with their every interaction, admired the two of them when they would fall asleep together, her tiny little body resting on his chest as it slowly rose and fell. But sometimes you wished you had that bond with her. Of course she loved you, and you would do literally anything for the almost one year old, but it was daddy who she loved best. She would fuss and cry all day, while you would plead with her, beg her to take a nap so you could rest. The second Topper would walk through the front door after work, he would loosen his tie, give you a kiss and pick up his baby girl who would stop crying the second he held her.
It was on one such afternoon, where you had already woken up tired from several feedings throughout the night, that Lilah would simply not stop crying. You had tried everything, soother, feeding her, diaper change. You’d walked around with her in your arms, you’d put her in her carseat and taken a drive around the neighbourhood. At this point, you were seriously considering bringing her in to urgent care, but you’d called the health hotline and they had told you to give it another few hours to see if she would stop. You were in the middle of feeling like the worst, most terrible mother in the world who couldn’t even get her baby girl to stop crying for longer than an hour, when Topper miraculously arrived home an hour early. Like clockwork, he loosened his tie and leaned in for a sweet kiss.
“Rough day?” he asked softly, picking Lilah up from her crib, cuddling her to his chest expertly holding her. You shrugged, lip wobbling as you viewed the two of them. A little green monster sat on your shoulder, envious of how she reacted to being in her daddy’s arms.
“Babe?” He asked, now slightly concerned. He took one look at your exhausted face, and couldn’t stop the smile from forming, “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
You thought about denying it, but Topper knew you better than yourself. He wasn’t asking for a confirmation, he was asking to give you the opportunity to share what you were thinking.
“I just, I look at you and I see that you two have this beautiful bond and I wish I had that with her, too.” You admitted, feeling a little silly as you did.
“Listen baby, you do have a beautiful bond with her. You carried her and gave her a safe space to grow for nine months, I’m just taking on my shift to do the same.” He shifted Lilah onto his shoulder without waking her up, and used his other arm to pull you in for a family hug. You relished in the feeling of being so close to the two people who meant the most to you in the whole world, heart uplifted.
Softly kissing the top of Lilah’s head and then your temple, he whispered, “I love both of my girls so, so much.”
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