“Inuchiyo! Inuchiyo!” She yelled as she ran through the crowd. His usual bright colored kimono was nowhere to be seen today. Eventually, her steps paused at the never ending flood of people.
“Where is he?!” she huffed.
Then, her eyes caught sight of the distinct lilac robes she’s known since childhood. Relief coursed through her body and despair left in the form of an exhale. There stood the boy she’s known since she couldn’t see above the shop’s kitchen counters; since she first learned how to cook; since she first felt love for another person.
But her first love wasn’t Inuchiyo. No, it was a boy from a neighboring restaurant who sought her out in hopes of stealing her family’s recipes. However, the relationship never furthered into something more. Inuchiyo might have had a part in ending their coupling because, true to his name, Inuchiyo acted more like a guard dog than an older brother whenever the boy was around. Alas, she was too caught up in the rosy hue of love to notice, to realize. Now, however, she knows and she won’t let him live in the background any longer.
Thus, when her calloused hands grab the back of his shoulder, wrinkling the prestigious robes of a samurai, her grip tightened at the reminder. Inuchiyo jumped at the sudden touch until he noticed the owner behind the act. His gaze softened at the sight of her, flushed cheeks and all. Lips moved to form her name, but she interrupted with a shout.
“Inuchiyo! It’s you. It’s always been you. Whenever I need someone to sit and bare my feelings to or try my new dishes, even if they didn’t turn out right, you’re there. You know when I need help and show up whenever you can. You’ve always made me your priority and even though I couldn't say the same for a while, now I’ve realized. You’re always number one. Even with all the available guys around here and your other samurai friends in Owari, it’s always been you. I’m sorry I couldn’t realize this sooner. I hope you can forgive me because you love me, right?”
She ends her speech with a shy smile and for a second Inuchiyo is frozen. Her smile almost falters at his lack of reaction until she notices the ruddy hue growing on his cheeks. So, she laughs under her breath and rests her head against his chest. Maybe a public confession wasn’t the best idea for her easily embarrassed childhood friend, childhood friend now lover.
Description: Saizo comforts like no other can.
Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warning: near death experience.
Word Count: 1770 words (~9 mins of smut/fluff)
Author’s Notes: (Currently reading through Saizo’s MS and catching some major feels) + (Saizo’s birthday month) = one smutty story. Happy reading!
AO3: Read here
Tagging: @quincette: because of the gold that is your SLBP masterpost (especially “Green-Eyed” and “Personal Injuries”)!
The water burns as it rushes up your nose like fire catching quick, filling your airways to choke all cries for help as it takes your breath away. The river, its waters still carrying the tenacious chill of winter even as the trees on its banks began to bud green, carried your body like a rag doll in swiftly moving currents meandering out to sea. And yet, you were unafraid.
“CAW!”
The piercing cry of a large crow, black as night, echoes throughout the expanse of valley as it tears through blue sky, a sentient signal for its angel of death.
No, today would not be your day to die.
Just as the sunlight starts to dim during your descent through the watery depths, a flash of silver bursts into the river like a falling star, the impact lifting your spirits as well as your suspended body. And when you feel his arms yank you back up to the land of the living, you know he will be cross to find that you can muster up the strength to smile even at a time like this.
But it was easy to smile, because child of darkness though he was, Saizo was the brightest light in your life; the angel of death your ever faithful guardian.
“Are we so clumsy that we can’t even do the wash without falling into the river, little lady?”
His tone was calm and collected as always, but by now you had learned to recognize the things that betrayed the Lord Assassin. Practically imperceptible, but there nonetheless, like the way one ear twitched when he was tense, or how his desire for you manifested in crimson irises so dilated his eyes became dark with need. The way his hands clenched tight around your shivering body as they did now, his fear of losing you palpable with every touch.
And you were right, he was cross. But Saizo had waited to deliver his admonishment, his hands busy first patting your back as you coughed the water from your airways, then rubbing back and forth across your cheeks to return them to their former ruddiness.
“Lord Yukimura will be so upset when he finds out all his fundoshi are now floating off to sea.”
A smirk crosses his lips at your offhand remark as he makes to stand, carrying you in both arms to head back towards the spot where your foot slipped on a mossy rock, the basketful of dirty laundry a mere speck in the distance to remind you of how far downstream the river took you. In spite of the water dripping from both your clothes, you are warmed by the heat coming off your lover’s body, never getting a chance to feel the chill that would otherwise come with such a close brush with death.
“Saizo, it’s ok, I can walk. You can put me down now.”
“Not a chance. Take a look at your ankle.”
Sure enough, it isn’t until your eyes drift past the wet hem of your kimono that you see the protrusion above your foot, angry and red. Your body had all but forgotten about pain in an attempt to save your life, and now that the emergency had passed, your renewed attention brought it into razor-sharp focus.
You feel Saizo’s grip tighten to hold you closer as you wince and you steal a glance at him. He was always careful; the placid expressions on his face not giving anything away. So too was he careful with you, often noticing what was wrong even before you yourself realized it. The thought filled you with a mixture of joy and gratitude.
“Saizo?”
“Hmm.”
“Thank you for saving my life.”
“That’ll be ten skewers of dango, little lady.”
“I think I can manage that.”
Smiling, you bury your head against his solid chest, listening for the steady beat of his stalwart heart as your body swayed to the rhythm of his steps.
“Hush. I need to look you over for other injuries.”
Saizo cuts off your protests upon your return to your bedchamber, his hands making quick work of your wet robes, throwing them off before gently laying you onto your futon, all the while taking especial care with your bandaged ankle.
And even though he’s had you so many times before, the intensity of his gaze on your body, totally bared in broad daylight, makes you avert your eyes in embarrassment, desperately trying to focus on something other than the increasingly shallow rise and fall of your chest.
When you feel the slow drag of his fingers traversing from your feet up, up…up, his featherlight touch makes you shiver as the fine hairs of your skin stand on end, anxiously anticipating the trajectory of his caress.
You look at your lover kneeling at your feet, half expecting a mischievous smile on his lips. The lines drawn across his face however, are solemn, and the devastation upon his brows tells you that to Saizo, this is no farce, no intent to tease. You can only guess at how he is silently berating himself for his perceived failure in protecting you: every scrape and scratch a slash from a katana, the sprained ankle a fatal blow.
And you knew at times like this, words would only fall on deaf ears.
So you reach towards him to pull his face to yours, ignoring his frown at being interrupted from the task at hand. Bringing your lips together, you part the seam of his mouth to allow him to feel the warmth of your breath, tongue and taste proving to him in no uncertain terms that you were indeed alive and well.
The calloused pad of Saizo’s thumb rubs against your kiss-swollen lips, grazing the teeth that loved to settle into the pink scars of his broad shoulders to muffle the sounds of your frequent mid-day indiscretions. And when it finally plunges into your mouth to languidly stroke your tongue, you greedily suck to bring him close enough to see your desire mirrored in his eyes.
You did not know at what point your hands had torn away his damp kimono, so desperate in seeking the sensation of his naked skin upon your own that you were operating solely on instinct. But if you were capable of rational thought when you were intimate with Saizo, it might have scared you to think that a man could have such an effect on you. And if you were privy to his thoughts, would you have been afraid to learn that he similarly unravelled like loosened thread in your mere presence, self-control fraying at the edges?
Soft strands of pale moonlight tickle the edge of your nose as Saizo trails kisses along the lines of your neck and jaw, the press of his body lying behind yours all at once comforting and maddening.
Sighs tumble from your lips when you feel his arms encircle you, his chest hot against your back as his hands continue their work of exploring the beautiful landscape of your figure: traversing the sloping hills of your breasts to the dip in the valley of your navel, headed due south until they finally reach the drenched cleft between your legs.
Your head falls back against his throat when you feel the smooth slide of his touch along your folds, your cheeks set to combust when he offers his hand, shiny with the slick of your arousal, as visual proof of your excitement. Then, before you can utter a single note of protest, his fingers disappear into his mouth, tongue tracing his lips to diligently catch every drop.
“Care to know how sweet you taste, little Miss?”
Saizo says when he catches you staring, his hand tilting your chin to face him from behind as his lips capture yours, strokes of his tongue sensually pushing remnants of your flavour into your mouth.
Still locked in a kiss, his head begins pushing insistently against your entrance, Saizo hooking his elbow beneath the knee of your uninjured leg to spread you widely for him as he slowly slides his heat in to the hilt. Your lover takes a moment, as he always does, to allow you to adjust to his size, waiting for your clenching muscles to relax and settle around his cock before he starts to thrust in earnest, his mouth hungrily swallowing your moans to ensure a total lack of interruption.
You hear a slight hiss when his hand reaches down, seeking to feel the slippery friction at the junction of where your bodies met. And when his fingers gather the moisture there to glide around your clit in tight circles, you arch against him, blindly reaching behind you to grip his hair and pull.
The look of ecstasy on your features further prods the beast inside the shinobi, so he allows you to pull his face further into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he marks up your tender skin in an attempt to maintain control. No, Saizo was determined to see to your pleasure before he chased his.
His breath hitches when you finally unravel around him, the tension unfurling in spasming waves that conspire to pull him deeper and deeper within you, seeking to hold him permanently as they temporarily interrupt the rhythm of his pelvis slapping against your backside.
When the tremors finally subside, you feel the softness of his lips press upon each closed eyelid before he readjusts his grip on your leg, the intensity of his thrusts now tinged with aggression as his breath becomes increasingly irregular.
Mind still half-dazed, you reach down to gently stroke the base of his cock, fingertips exploring the delicate skin even as he relentlessly pumps to fill you over and over again. Then, pressing your lips close to his ear, you whisper,
“I love you.”
A strangled cry catches in his throat as he throws his arms around you, the heat of his breath on the back of your neck as comforting as the heat of his release coming fast and deep inside.
Saizo makes no move to withdraw, prolonging your connection as you both languidly descend from the cloud you were adrift on. He buries his face into your hair, breathing deeply, and on the exhalation you hear his quiet response,
“Me too.”
And as his lips seek yours again, you are filled with wonder at how those two little words had the power to chase the darkness away, Saizo’s love giving you all the courage you needed to live a life marked by the absence of fear.
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Slbp headcons. I was wondering how the warlords would react to a modern MC's handbag items. It started out as HCs But I decided on a short.
First up is Nobu and Tic Tacs 😉.
Hope you like. Let me know x
@masamunbae I'd like your opinion pls x
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Dangling you feet off the veranda you take in the garden Lord Nobunaga had just constructed. It was beautiful and serene. The gravel flowing like a stream past the moss covered bolders. A small green hill rising in the background. 'It represents the holy mount Fuji' he had explained.
You let out a deep sigh and feel yourself relax. It has been quite a rollercoaster up until now. And you only had just made peace with the fact that you had traveled through time and space.
You look at your Radley bag, the little dog charm making you feel a little lonely. This bag and it's contents are the only reminders of the modern era you call home. London with its red busses and black cabs, big ben and Tower Hill. It was all gone... Or not yet there to be more exact.
Unbeknownst to you the Lord of the castle came walking up just then. He spots you and slows his pace. You were unlike any woman he's ever seen before. Your foreign features a novelty, your character at odds with what is expected of women. Maybe it's that, he doesn't know, but he admits to himself, there is something about you.
Never was his heart conquered. But he sensed the danger of that now... With you. Still he was the Fool of Owari and with a self-deprecating smirk at his own foolishness, he stepped forwards only to freeze after just a pace.
Unawares of his approach you had opened your bag. After rummaging through it you fished out the tic tacs you had been looking for. The red and yellow sweets were precious now. It would be impossible to get more so you'd kept them. You rattle the box, smiling.
"What's that?"
Startled you look up just as Nobunaga bends down to seat himself next to you. With a smile you answer him.
"Sweets milord. Would you like to try them?"
Nobunaga looked at you suspiciously, a frown marring his brow.
"They could be poisoned..."
You laughed thinking it was a joke only to realise he was serious. You definitely are still not used to the Sengoku. So to prove they are safe you shake a few sweets into your hand palm an take them into your mouth.
The sweet and sour flavours of cherry and passion fruit mingle in you mouth. You hold up the box to Nobunaga, but he shakes his head.
"Maybe only the top ones are okay to eat."
You frown. He must he the most suspicious person you've ever met.
"But I know for sure which ones are safe...", he says and the sharp look in his eyes falls on you and you startle by their intensity.
The next thing you know his hand is on your neck, pulling you towards him. His lips crash into yours. You gasp from surprise and his tongue pushes into your mouth. His kiss is relentless and overwhelming.
Before your mind has cottoned on your body is already responding. You kiss back and all rational thought disappears. He pulls you onto his lap, pressing you against him as he changes the angle of the kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.
Again and again he kissed you, until you're a panting mess. When you finally pull back with swollen wet lips and messy hair you look at him in surprise and wonderment. His lustful eyes take you in before he smirks and crushes what little remained of one of the tic tacs between his teeth.
"You will serve me those sweets just like that every day from now on." His tone is demanding, like someone who is always obeyed. But you don't roll like that. So you snort a laugh of disbelief.
"Who said I'll share?"
His hand stroke from the small of your back down the outside of your legs down to your knees as he leans back. He looks away from you and let's out a deep sigh. Never has he had to deal with a woman like you before...
He turns his head back and seeks your eyes at the same time you feel his hands glide back up but they diverge from their previous path as he cups your ass.
"Please... "
You stare. Did the notoriously proud warlord really just say that. The look in his eyes makes you bite your lower lip. Holding it between your teeth you nod your head slowly.
"My tic tacs are yours Milord..."
He accepts your answer with a boyish smile before leaning in and gently prying that bottom lip loose with his mouth, tongue and teeth. ..
This is for Tumblr user @kawa-akarin who wrote me a wonderful Shingen smut for the 2017 SLBP Holiday Exchange. This is my thank you to her!
“Oh man.” Shigezane mumbles over and over again while raking his hand through his hair so many times it starts to feel greasy. “I have NO idea what to do. Like, none.”
He’s pacing the stable taking deep breath after deep breath, shaking his hands when they’re not in his hair.
“Like…what do people even talk about on these things?”
Shigezane’s horse, Kurodayu, lets out a whinny.
“No, I’ve had a lot of hookups - not actual dates. Hookups are easy! You don’t need to talk at all! This is different - maaaaaaaajorly different.”
Kurodayu gives shigezane and irritated look.
“That wasn’t a horse joke, just a human exaggeration! Anyway - you’re a girl! What sort of things do you like to talk about?”
Kurodayu let out a long sigh through her nose and looked down.
“Hmm? Your salt lick?” Shigezane crouches down to get a better look. “I don’t think she has one of these so I’m not quite sure…”
Kurodayu stamps the ground three times in a row.
“AH! That’s right! She cooks! That’s a great idea! I’ll talk to her about recipes and things…things I like to eat and make. I only really know how to make rice but that’s a great jumping off point! Thanks girl!” Shigezane leaps up and ruffles her mane appreciatively. Kurodayu lets out a delighted whinny and snort.
Shigezane’s confidence is fleeting though and in just a few seconds he is thoughtful once more. He reverts back to pacing and raking his hands through his hair.
“One topic isn’t going to be enough. I should have a backup in case she’s sick and tired of talking about cooking after cooking all day…”
Kurodayu steps up once more and huffs.
“What’s that?”
Kurodayu huffs again. Harder.
“Horses? You want me to ask if she likes horses? Well…It’s a bit of a stretch but hey - why not? You’re the best girl!”
Shigezane once more pats her appreciatively and feeds her a cracker from his pocket. It is when he does this that he suddenly looks at his outfit critically.
“What should I wear?”
Kurodayu whinnies.
“I can’t wear this! I smell like horse and crackers!”
Kurodayu lets out an angry huff.
“It’s okay for most days but not on a super fancy special occasion. Do you understand girl? I’m sorry I’m really not trying to offend you. I just want to smell - you know - like a man.”
He takes her by the muzzle and rests his nose against hers. Kurodayu doesn’t react but she doesn’t pull away either.
“How about you wear the blue kimono?” a voice calls out from the doorway.
Lord Ibano stands there holding the very kimono he just mentioned. He smiles and shakes his head.
“And how about you come to me and stop asking the horse for advice?”
Kurodayu rears up.
“Sorry girl, but he shouldn’t be putting this burden on you! You’ve had a long day and need to relax. You can’t let this guy be stressing you out too.”
Kurodayu settles down and turns around in her stable.
“Thanks.” Shigezane walks up to Lord Ibano.
“Don’t mention it, but seriously, next time just come right to me. I’m not a woman like Kurodayu here but I’ve had more than a few successful dates in my life so this old guy knows a thing or two.” Lord Ibano’s eyes crinkle with his smile.
“Really…thank you…I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous. I really l…l…like this girl. Like, like-like.”
“Love?”
“Yeah…maybe…yeah.” A tint of pink spreads across Shigezane’s face as he looks away.
“Well if you love her, be yourself and trust her to be on this date with you. She will be nervous too and worry about the conversation but just listen to each other and comment as you naturally would. I take it you two have conversed before?”
“Oh yeah! Plenty of times!”
“And it was fine?”
“Yeah! It was great actually!”
“Then don’t psych yourself out so much. Just relax, listen to her, and think before you speak. You’ll be fine.”
Shigezane looks back at Lord Ibano and takes a deep breath before flashing him his signature grin.
“Right again - as always.”
“I’ve been saying that for years.”
Shigezane takes the kimono from his hands bowing deeply.
“Thank you. Please pray for me and wish us luck.”
“I will pray for you now, but I’ll save the luck-wishing for your wedding.”
Shigezane’s eyes grow wide and he bites his lip. Lord ibano laughs.
“I’m kidding! Now go! Before you’re late!” He shoos Shigezane off with a wave of his hands. As Shigezane clears the hill to the castle, Lord Ibano lets out a happy sigh. “Half-kidding.”
“Shh... Don’t worry about it okay??” Hideyoshi mumbled against your skin after a light peck to your forehead. “I told you when I first married you. No matter how many times I go off I will always come back.” He smiled down at you in such a way that made your tears halt. “As long as the woman I love with all my heart has faith in me... I can never be defeated.” You hugged him so fast that you nearly made him stagger backwards. “Whoa...” He chuckled as he returned the hug with gentle strength. “I love you so much.” You whispered against the warmth of his chest. “I love you too.” Hideyoshi smiled brightly as he laid his cheek against the top of your head.
Description: Genya meets someone who loves dogs as much as he does
Warnings: None, for once
Word Count: 675 words (~3 mins of fluff)
Author’s Notes: This short piece was written for @otomediary and is based on Nairil, her OC, and her canine familiar, Yukiko, both from her awesome SLBP ninja profile! Please enjoy some pet-related fluff!
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Splayed out on the steps of the dilapidated temple he called his home, a smile spreads across Genya’s face to see Nairil laughing aloud and pinned beneath Oboro and Yukiko, the two dogs playfully licking her face in a tranquil scene that should have been completely unbefitting of a shinobi.
Except that it felt perfectly natural, and the thought that a life beyond the reach of shadows was within his grasp — their grasp — scared him more than he cared to admit.
Genya remembers being struck by the warmth of her personality when she finally deemed it safe to reveal her true self, completely at odds with the cold, calculating ways that marked the Iga ninjas to which they both belonged. But then he chided his hypocrisy, noting the way his own lax attitude stuck out like a sore thumb among the strait-laced members of Fujibayashi village.
His heart warms to think that maybe they weren’t so different after all.
Oboro had been the first to find her on that fated day months ago, lying unconscious in the underbrush of a forest Genya was passing though on his way back from a mission. To be precise, Yukiko, Nairil’s canine familiar, had sought them out, desperately herding them to the side of her incapacitated companion. The poodle’s beautiful ebony coat was matted here and there with dried blood, injuries no doubt sustained by protecting her owner from foes both human and otherwise.
Sensing Nairil’s hesitation in revealing the circumstances that led to her current state, Genya refrained from asking questions as he carefully nursed her back to health, making use of his lighthearted attitude to slowly draw her out from her shell.
And while Oboro initially expressed misgivings about Genya taking in a complete stranger, let alone a runaway kunoichi, Nairil’s sunny smiles and preternatural ability to empathize and communicate with animals quickly won over Genya’s keeper.
In much the same way, she also laid claim to Genya’s heart.
For although he complained about Oboro’s incessant nagging, the dog who worked tirelessly to wake him every morning and ensure he completed his missions on time was like family to him: a sibling who didn’t reject him…a mother in place of the one he lost. So when it came to judging someone’s character, he placed complete faith in the dog who only ever had his best interests in mind.
But perhaps more than that, the sunlight that filled his chest whenever he saw the corners of Nairil’s eyes crinkle with every easy smile told him the truth of how he felt. And if that failed, there was always the embarrassing twinge of jealousy that nipped at his heels whenever he felt the dogs were getting more than their fair share of attention. Not that he would ever admit it.
“Don’t cha think it’s high time I get a turn on your lap? A fella’s only got so much patience, y’know.”
Genya drawls as he saunters over to the trio, chest peeking through the front of his loosely draped kimono as he unceremoniously plops himself onto the grass, nestling his head on Nairil’s thighs as she makes to sit up. Annoyed at being displaced, the dogs let loose a few barks before settling next to the couple, the very picture of a happy family.
“Fair’s fair, girls. The pair of you’ve already monopolized Nairil for the entire morning.”
Genya smirks, closing his eyes at the feeling of her hand combing gently through his disheveled hair. There, under the comforting warmth of the afternoon sun, he wonders what karma brought Nairil to his door and enticed her to stay. But just as he starts to melt into the tranquility of her touch, the heat of her breath by his ear sets his heart racing again:
“Gen, we were just training. Could it be…that you’re jealous again?”
At Nairil’s teasing question, Oboro gives a conspiratorial bark, tail wagging in mirth while Yukiko tilts her head to peer curiously into Genya’s reddened face.
“Jealous? Of these two mutts? Babe, gimme a break!”
All the same, he turns to bury his face into her lap, the sound of her endearing laughter shaking the foundations of his heart even as she holds it firmly in the palm of her hand.
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197. “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?” - Shigezane
ahahaha the RNG gods love me.
You folded your arms across your chest as you rested against the door frame, trying to puzzle out just what he was doing. "Shigezane...?" You questioned as he reached for the hammer. He had been so focused on what he was doing, nails sticking out of the side of his mouth, that he startled, fixings falling everywhere in a crash of melamine wrapped particle board and wayward nails and glue. "Is it supposed to look like that?"
A hand ran through his unruly hair, smile brighter than the sun answering your concerned expression. "Of course doll! Well, it did - before..." He gestured, face falling as he considered the destruction that now lay at his feet. You couldn't help but smile, arching a brow as you asked him again, "Are you sure?" It hadn't looked much like the bookcase on the box that you remembered lugging up to your apartment just a few hours before.
He hesitated just a moment too long and you filled the gap with an over-dramatic sigh, trying to cover your smirk as you bent down to scoop up the abandoned instructions. "Move over, looks like you need another set of hands anyway."
BONUS!
sick kids got me up at 3am and I suddenly realised what this prompt should have been. Putting it under a cut since childbirth isn’t everyone’s thing but there’s nothing graphic or traumatic, its somewhere in the immediate after.
You were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was sleep. The midwife had left you with some porridge and water, the baby swaddled across your lap as you picked at the food you were too exhausted to eat. If it had been your mothers, it would probably be gone by now but you'd just have to make do. There was a quiet tap at the door and you put the plate aside, looking up to see a familiar bright face peeking through a crack in the door. You answered with an exhausted one of you own and motioned him in, knowing that Masamune and Kojuro were probably lurking right there with him.
God, you probably looked a mess but he deserved to see his daughter. You were resentful of his endless energy as he bounded across the room and leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head. "Is it supposed to look like that?" Your eyes flashed dangerously, oblivious to the fact that Kojuro and Masamune’s were doing the same. Someone (probably Kojuro) answered yes, and then he asked, "Are you sure?"
You didn't even think before lifting the plate of porridge from beside you and depositing it in his hair. "Out!" you loudly decreed, startling the poor sleeping babe awake with a wail. "Nonono doll! I didn't mean it like that I swear! She's beautiful! Too beautiful! I didn't even get a look in!" You gave the man an exhausted glare as you cradled the tiny bundle in your arms and bounced the child up and down in an attempt to get her back to sleep, but it was no good. Nervously, he reached out to take her from your arms and she hushed the moment he touched her.
How was it possible to hate and love someone so much at the same time? But perhaps this was your chance to get some much-needed sleep.
For those that haven’t had kids, they sometimes aren’t that cute for the first 24-48 hours or so because they are all squished and squinty (and my husband may have jokingly said something like this about my second, who was dubbed ‘grumpy cat’). I will be the first to admit, he looked like a cranky little old man - but that doesn’t make it ok to say! 😂
