The sun is high above your head, blazing down in sweat inducing waves over your slightly sticky skin. Wind warm as the breeze shifts the trees around you gently fluttering your dress as it passes. The faint sound of birds chirping fills your ears along with your low hum. Topped off with the far off rumble of the lawn mower in the distance.
Bare knees pressed into the cool fluffy dirt while your hands dutifully pick the various peppers, tomatoes, and herbs from your garden to place into the basket at your side. It’s quaint, relaxation washing over you. Your heirloom tomatoes look gorgeous this year. It makes you smile, seeing your hard work flourish like this. You started this garden a few months after moving in with your now husband. And while he’s never complimented it he still eats what you make with it so that’s something.
While you sit in your own corner of the world you fail to notice eyes on you, specifically two downturned blue eyes belonging to Dennis, your stepson.
Also not privy to the way those said eyes catch on the way your dress dances in the wind. The back lifting up and showing off the slightest peek at your panties underneath. He was the one maneuvering the lawn mower, offering to do it the moment he heard that you were going to be outside for the afternoon.
Taking in your semi-erotic position as you lean forward on your hands and knees to tug a rather stubborn pepper from its vine. Licking his lips he wipes the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt before stalking over. You only notice his presence when the warm ray of sun is no longer heating your back. Confused you turn your head face almost pressing into his crotch at how close he is. You swallow a lump suddenly caught in your throat, dragging your eyes up the plane of his body. Until you’re stopping at his eyes. Which are staring down at you, upturned with a soft smile on his face.
“Ah, Dennis, hello I didn’t..see you there.” You give a smile of your own, feeling your heart rate speed up at his too intense gaze.
“Hey mom I saw you though, quite a bit actually.” Giving you a casual shrug as he crouches down beside you. His eyes drifting to your prized plants. “What—what are you talking about?”
Ignoring your question he lifts a hand and runs it over your rosemary plant. “Whats this one?” Stunned for a moment because he’s never this..normal around you. Trying to ignore the disappointment that washes over you at the fact that he’s actually behaving himself for once. Usually he’ll walk up behind and grope you, whispering dirty things into your ear no stepson should ever say to their stepmother. What were you expecting? nothing— you shouldn't be expecting anything, that’s wrong, disgusting even. He’s your husband's son even if you are technically younger than him, lines need to be drawn clearly and strictly. Mind circling back around, you realize nobody has ever actually asked about your garden before. You feel a small cloud of satisfaction swell up in your chest.
“Oh— that’s rosemary, I usually dry it to make it into seasonings.” You give him a bright smile, eyes lighting up the moment you talk about your pride and joy.
He smiles back lopsided and sweet, but it doesn’t . . it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Not in the way that he’s not happy but almost as if he’s thinking of something else, irises absent. Before you can question it he’s pointing to another plant scooting closer to you.
“That’s mint, the leaves actually taste nice stand alone. But I usually put it in our lemonade or desserts.” He hums, shoulder now brushing yours. And you hate the way it makes your arm burn with the contact nerves shooting through you making your body tense.
It continues on, Dennis inquiring on each herb and vegetable variation. And you gleefully explaining the uses and flavor profiles. It was nice, calm and polite. Like an actual bond was forming between the two of you. One not built on lust and lingering stares although regretfully, you wouldn’t mind a relationship like that.
Until it’s all flipping on it’s head because in Dennis’s slow advance towards you he was only exercising his ulterior motives.
While Dennis was happy to see that pretty smile on your face he really couldn’t care less about the vegetables you went on about. Not able to focus on anything except the way you look bent over in the grass completely unaware that you were giving him a show. Mind continuously flashing to images of you in that same sundress. Skirt hiked up around your waist while he has his way with you. How your face would look pinched by pleasure sunlight glowing over your smooth skin.
The thought makes him twitch.
As you go on about the different types of tomatoes he nods along. Hand coming up to rest on your lower back softly. It makes you stutter over your words and he gives you a look somewhere between smug and joyful. Lips quirking for only a moment before turning back into that small smile he harbored before.
“A-and the uhm..yeah heirlooms are my favorite. They’re..” His hand moves lower, finding the band of your panties from over your dress. Fingers toying with it as you talk.
“They’re what?” He drags the last word out, like you’re wasting his time.
You swallow looking away from him to focus your attention on something else. Anything else, the dirt in front of you, the fluffy white clouds in the sky, the paneling on the side of the house even. Anything to keep you from focusing on the burning heat of his hand. Your palms grow tacky, breathing uneven and your tongue repeatedly wets your lips. A heavy guilt begins to settle in the pit of your stomach.
He notices but doesn’t say anything. Soft eyes looking over you, Dennis knows you feel his stare. Knows you like it even if you try to deny. He can feel the way your body twitches with the lightest skim of his fingers. He’s not even touching you properly, just a mere swipe over your dress. Middle finger dragging over the waist band of your underwear following the seam to one side of your waist then back to the other. Thoroughly enjoying the way it gets you breathless. Then he’s noticing the way your thighs press together from where you kneel on the ground. And he knows he’s got you.
“They’re known for their sweetness..you know when ripe.” He purses his lips and nods slowly, eyes drifting behind you staring blatantly at your ass.
“Sweetness huh?” He says absentmindedly palm moving down to cup your ass, giving it a light squeeze, nails digging into your flesh. Even though you knew it was coming it still made you whimper so low it was barely audible. He heard it though, eyes flickering to your face before a small smile breaks his lips and he’s back to staring at your ass. Swallowing harshly you try to calm your nerves that seem to be setting on fire. From the man beside you who’s holding a candle to your steadily withering resolve.
“Uhm..yeah Dennis you—“ You’re cut off when he drops his hand lower bunching the skirt of your dress up in his hand. Lifting the material to expose the cotton of your panties and the curve of your ass. The sun immediately warms your skin but it still doesn’t burn you the way his touch does. “I like blue, these are pretty on you.” he says it simply as if he’s chatting about the weather.
Your chest is suddenly too small for your heart feeling like it’ll beat right out of your chest, each pump sending blood rushing to your ears. Having less than the capacity to respond you don’t, words feeling foreign on your tongue. Like a name you can’t quite place or a song you only know the melody to, always on the tip but never enough to be spoken.
He maneuvers onto his knees turning to you, leaning in a little closer. Lips brushing your cheek in an all too sweet kiss. “You’re so pretty mom.” Breathing the words across your warmed skin. Hand still palming over your ass fingers occasionally slipping past the seam of your panties just to come out again and continue his caressing. Dennis feels his cock twitch, “Look at you”, he thinks. Letting him do this. Too shy to do anything about it, it’s so obvious you want him. He’s just giving you what you want, yeah, what you need and are too scared to admit.
The way you’re leaning into his touch gives him all the answers he needs. The plush of your ass is so soft and smooth, his hand gliding over it so easily. But of course it is, you always take such good care of yourself. The times he’s peeked in on you showering you were always meticulous with your body care. Scrubs, lotion, body washes the whole nine yards. Now he can properly feel the fruits of your labor in his hands, every squeeze filling him with a sick elation.
That..word, the one you’ve repeatedly told him not to use when referring to you because it feels so wrong, illicit even. The way he says it, the way it slinks from between his pretty lips like an innuendo you don’t get. Always putting you on edge. You feel the steady pool of slick wet your panties and you whimper, from shame or at how good all of this feels? you couldn’t say. You should stop him, you need to stop him but you can’t. Fingers digging into the front of your dress to ground yourself. Hating the way each brush he gives turns you inside out. Has your cunt fluttering around nothing and your mind growing fuzzy with need. Need for a man you have no business doing anything of the sort with. The guilt churns with the arousal in your gut only heightening your sensitivity in a nauseating arousal.
With one hand on your ass the other moves to your knee, sliding up the front of your dress gently pushing your hands away and dancing over your thigh.
Silently picking up the hem and shoving it in your hands so you can hold it up, without objection. You do.
“Yknow I always thought your garden was pretty too.” Not entirely a lie. “Not like you though, you’re prettier.” Every word sends a puff of air across your face. He’s practically panting on you, spilling compliments into your ears while he gropes at you.
Pretty, he uses it often when referring to you. The word is sweet yes, but he utters it like it’s a joke only he is privy to the details of. It’s such a juvenile way to call someone beautiful and you think he knows that.
Again you say nothing, opting to sit still staring straight ahead attempting to find a course of action —Even as he noses up your cheek—. To deal with this situation, then the realization hits you like a slap to the face. You’re outside, out in the open with his hands up your dress letting him feel you up. Granted you have a more than tall fence surrounding your property, your husband's property. His father’s property, what are you doing? you need to stop him, stop this.
“Dennis.” You call as firm as you can which isn’t much at all, gathering the strength needed to turn your head to finally look at him. God you shouldn’t have done that. The moment you turn you register the fact that his nose is brushing yours. His pretty blue eyes low gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And to an extent you are, a wet dream come true. His lips parted and cheeks flushed from a mix of the sun and the situation. “Hm?” His eyes immediately dropping to your lips.
“You..You’re being inappropriate.”
“I am?” He sounds heartbroken.
“…You know you are, we— we’re outside.”
“So you’d let me touch you if we were inside?”
“What? no— no. You shouldn’t be doing..this.” You gesture to his hands but again make no attempt to move them.
He simply looks at you then back down to where his right hand disappears under the front of your dress. Moving it further to cradle your cunt over your panties.
“I shouldn’t?”
Fingers suddenly pressing right in the middle finding the warmth of the wet patch that sits there.
“Then why are you letting me?”
“I—I’m not I just..” You have no rebuttal, no argument because he’s right. You’re letting him.
“But..mom, you’re wet.” He says it so laxly as if he was making the most simplistic of statements.
“I know you feel it.”
You shudder, the small amount of stimulation makes your hand not holding your dress, reach out to grab at his wrist with a gasp. Eyes widening and still staring at him, he’s not staring at you though. Still focused on the way his fingers graze over your covered slit, how your thighs automatically part for him despite your objections.
“De—Dennis.”
“Yes ma’am?” His midwestern drawl sneaks out.
His head moves in, he tilts it as if to kiss you. But he doesn’t, he just holds himself there, brushing his lips against yours giving you the ghost of a peck while he sweeps his fingers over you. Catching on your aching clit through the cotton, your words die on your tongue again, he seems to have a knack for that. Making the act of articulating yourself especially difficult. You’re usually such a well spoken woman.
One of the reasons his dad fell for you actually.
It’s a shame you’re so easily taken apart by a few simple touches. He thought it’d be harder.
With his face that close you aren’t sure what to focus on, his eyes are too intense. The breath fanning over your lips too warm, his too pretty lashes fluttering at you. A sickening mix of anxiety and enlivenment twisting in your chest. And he’s two steps away from kissing you out here, in the open. Where his father could come out any moment. Not like he cares though, he’d actually prefer it that way.
Then he’s closing the gap, lips pressing to yours in a way that regretfully, makes you melt. You don’t kiss back at first you let him sloppily caress your mouth with his. Let his tongue glide over the seam of your lips, grappling with what the best moral course of action is right now.
As if that even matters anymore.
Due to your hesitation Dennis grows frustrated, so you’ll let him touch you but not kiss him? Annoyance floods through him and he huffs. Pulling back, eyes set on you, expression no longer one of want and now swimming with frustration and maybe sadness. Before you can speak however he’s pulling his right hand away much to your dismay. Grabbing your arm and pulling you forward so he then has room for both of his hands to slide the fabric of your panties down your hips. Not bothering to tug them past your knees.
“You can be so mean sometimes..” “What d—“ His fingers now in full contact with your cunt glide through your drenched folds. Tapping his fingers against your hole, the small contact audible due to the amount of slick pooling there.
“You’re this wet but you won’t kiss me back, that’s so unfair mom..” He pulls his fingers up showing you the strings of your arousal that web between his digits, smearing the mess on your cheek meanly. Before immediately dropping back down to continue his ministrations. The act is no less than shocking but he doesn’t give you any time to dwell on it.
Whining your hands fly into the dirt in front of you. Pulling yourself forward unintentionally arching your back. Panting as his touches fill your lower tummy with heat. The way these light caresses take you apart bit by bit makes you feel dirty. It’s a bit hypocritical to think like that, you’re younger than him. He’s older and should know better than to do something like this. This situation almost feels like you’re the one corrupting this man when it’s entirely the opposite. The power imbalance completely reversed. He leans down, nosing up your neck pressing soft kisses to the skin there panting hotly over you. His cock painfully strains against his shorts. Twitching at every noise you make, leaking into his underwear, he feels like he could cum just like this. His hands on you, taking you in such a shamelessly intimate way.
“Bet— bet you’d let me fuck you out here.” He groans.
You perk up at that “No!” He sighs, pulling back to look at you. “You can be such a—a bitch sometimes you know?” His sweet shy tone melting down into something snarky, rude even but the words have a drawl to them. Like he’s whining at you but he smiles all the same. The swear you’re not used to hearing on his lips sounding foreign in his voice. “You tease me..”
Just then he pushes two fingers inside you, ripping a keening moan from your throat. Fingers digging into the earth as you jolt. The pads of his fingers immediately begin to stroke you from the inside. Feeling over the walls of your pussy as you begin to grind back on him in a pornographic display of need. You're basically riding his fingers, the sun on your back. Dirt caked under your nails and your eyes screwed shut. “Then you— you let me touch you like this.” His fingers speed up and your hips rock unconsciously with the motions.
“When you so obviously want it..I know you do. Actin’ like this..like me calling you mom doesn’t turn you on.” He’s rambling, words slurring together, his forehead resting on your shoulder.
Morals be damned you thought, it’s too far gone now. The internal reflection is spurred on by the fact that when your eyes do open again. Dennis has his free hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off while his eyes stay trained on the way you take his fingers.
Definitely too far gone.
When did he even do that? you have no idea. He must’ve switched hands, the left one stuffing his fingers in you while the right holds his shaft. Stroking over it while he moans lowly.
“You’re so wet, are you turned on..what’s got you like this mom? wanna tell me?” With your eyes trained on his movements you notice his head picking up. And you follow it making eye contact with the man. You shake your head, not wanting to say it out loud.
“Are you— ah..feeling shy? you shouldn’t” He fucks his fingers deeper and you hiccup. “Look at you… my mom’s the prettiest in the whole world.” He leans in licking up your cheek wetly, tasting the smear of slick he rubbed on you earlier. “M’not your mom…” you mutter. And he whines his palm speeding up on himself, his fingers pressing down into his sensitive slit spreading the precum gathered there all over his hand. His fingers inside you falter as he focuses on his own pleasure. Hips thrusting into his own hand chasing his impending release.
He lets out a noise half laugh half moan. “You’re right.. you’re just— shit — a clueless little...” The spiral of pleasure inside him begins to build, making him trail off. It sends hot sparks of sensitivity though him. And he whimpers, eyes staying on you through it. His words make you bite back a whine trying to focus your gaze on his.
“C’mere please..” He mewls, almost a plea. The look on his face tells you he’s getting closer. You turn as best you can, feeling his fingers slip out of you. That hand coming to grip your thigh harshly. Trying to maneuver you how he wants though it’s difficult with his insistent movements. So he huffs, and shoves you backwards. You can’t quite catch yourself landing on your back with a dull thud, the panties around your knees restricting your mobility. He then quickly crawls between your thighs. All the while still pumping his cock, the way he’s looking at you turns you on way more than it should. He’s wet, the precum drooling from his tip in long strings go everywhere each time he brings his fist from base to head.
He rushes to tug your dress up holding it in his hand that rests on your stomach, jerking himself off above you. The pressure hurts a bit but you could care less. Whines freely flourish from his parted lips, he’s got a smile on his face, like he’s delirious with this..with you.
“Letting me— ngh..cum on you? that’s dirty mom, don’t you—hah—th-think so?” It’s broken up as he stammers out the words right before he comes undone.
“Oh— m’gonna.. gonna cum momma…!” He whines highly, lashline filling with crystaline tears.
That smile melts into a pleasant grimace as he gives a particularly loud sob hips stuttering in the air as he spills all over the front of your pussy, his cum soaking into the curled hair on your pubic bone. Coating your lower tummy as well, warm sticky ropes of white shoot from his cock and he shakes with the intensity of it. Gasping out your name along with a few choice words through sniffles. There's a lot of it too, spilling and spilling until you’re a thorough mess. His spend sliding down and you shudder as it drips over your slit.
The pool on your tummy drips down your sides and into the grass on either side of you. He pants looking down at you, leaning down quickly to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. This time, you kiss back moving your lips against his tentatively. Smiling into it he takes his cum covered hand and tenderly holds your cheek. Licking his tongue over your lips. Sliding it into your mouth to press to yours while he tucks himself away fixing his belt and helping you up to sit with him. It’s messy, his spit and yours mixing and threatening to seep out from the corner of your mouths.
He pulls away, to breathe a moment. Chest heaving from the exertion of his orgasm and the kiss you shared. Face in a mellow contentment of sorts.
Looking you over he swipes a thumb across your face, smearing his cum on your cheek patting it for good measure. You look just wrecked enough to be indicative of the actions that just transpired. Cheeks marked with fluids that are beginning to dry down. Lips parted and kissed swollen, brows still pinched together. No doubt because of your ruined before-it-could begin orgasm and the events that just took place.
Staring back at him with a pitiful plea of an expression. Eyes wide and searching, wanting him to continue, but you don’t say anything. Never utter a single word and for that, despite understanding what it is you need, he simply bites back a grin. Standing on wobbly knees and gazing down at you. Face obscured by the brightness of the sun, his silhouette casting a dark shadow over your crumpled form in the grass.
With a tilt of his head he speaks.
“You should go get cleaned up mom, you’re pretty messy. And…I meant what I said you know, about your garden” Running his soiled hands over his bottoms.
Summary: Y/n gets Harry a special xmas gift and she helps him get acquainted with it.
Word Count: 1,658
Warning: smut, assisted masterbation, use of toy, age gap
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"What is this?" Harry looked at Y/n, a surprised smile on his face after he'd opened one of the gifts she got him. He knew exactly what he was looking at.
"Something to use when I'm not here. You can pretend it's me."
The small tabletop Christmas tree in the corner lit up the space of his dorm room while they had a pine-scented candle burning on his bedside table.
He turned the fleshlight over in his hands and eyed the opening where it looked like part of the female anatomy—sort of. "Looks nothing like yours."
She laughed, "Well it's not supposed to. Just something to have fun with when I'm not here."
He grinned and looked down at it, fingers pressing over the soft material, "Very thoughtful. Wished it looked more like you, though. Gonna be weird sticking myself in this and trying to pretend it's you when it looks like…" he laughed, "Well, I don't know who it looks like."
Y/n climbed to her knees and kissed his mouth softly, "Let's play with it now. I'll help you with it that way next time you use it alone you'll remember that I was here the first time you fucked it."
He swallowed and groaned, "But what if I just want to fuck you instead."
"Well, we can do that later, can't we? I'm here all weekend with you. Let me try this out on you. Want to see how it looks." She grasped the toy in her hand and kissed her way down his neck.
Y/n and Harry would be spending Christmas together in his dorm. She didn't want to be in that big house with Leo while he had Parker over. She wasn't jealous, it was just an awkward setup. Plus Parker didn't like Y/n being there when she was.
All the better for Y/n really. She could just spend more time with Harry. Leo told her that he'd rent her a condo in the city after the New Year. He was feeling guilty for the whole Parker thing. She wondered what he'd think if he knew she was fucking his son.
They'd cross that bridge when they got to it.
Harry was already hard. Of course, he was. Any talk of sex with Y/n and he was raring to go almost immediately. With her mouth still pressed to his, she pushed him down, his back hitting the mattress as she reached over him and worked at his button.
His big, solid prick was so nice and warm in her hand once she pulled it out of his boxers. She'd slid his jeans down to his thighs and then brought the rest down with it so she could take him in her palm.
He gasped a laugh, "Hands are cold."
Y/n moaned as she kissed his neck and stroked him, "And your cock is gonna warm them right up."
Y/n slid her hand up and down his shaft slowly as she kissed his neck. By the time her hand was all warm, he was softly bucking his hips and moaning desperately.
"You ready to get your big cock fucked by my little present?"
He panted as he nodded, eyelids drooped as he rocked into her hand, "Okay but I want you more."
She grinned at him as she shifted and reached for the lube that she'd bought with the toy. Harry watched her get the silicone slippery for him, sliding her finger all around before she smeared the rest down his length, "You can have me all weekend. Right now, I want to see how good this feels on you. Want to watch you come."
Pulling his pants and boxers the rest of the way off his legs she lowered down to kiss at the top of his thigh and tease her lips close to his dick, her breath warming his base before she sat up and settled between his thighs, fleshlight in hand.
"You're such a good boy for me. Bend your legs a little more so you have enough leverage to thrust into it, okay?"
Harry did what she said, planting his feet flat and bending at the knees as she slowly pushed the opening of the toy over his tip. Right away he bucked upward to stuff the toy full but she pulled it upward and tsk'd at him, "Hold on. Let me get you all warmed up first, then you can go to down. Feel that?"
He grasped the blankets in his hand as she pressed it only over his tip, sliding it up and down in smooth strokes slowly.
"Fuck…" he groaned.
"Mmhmm… It's good, isn't it? Knew you'd like it."
He breathed out, "Yeah. But you're better…"
She grinned as she pushed the fleshlight down his cock further, "I know I am. Nothing beats a real, live, warm pussy."
Harry's thick shaft disappeared into the sleeve as she stroked him, the lube gushing as she fucked him with it. But when she finally pressed it all the way down to his base his tip came out the other end. His pink, mushroomed head looked so sweet, she couldn't help but lean down and kiss it, wrapping her lips just over the very tip before she sat back and continued working the toy over him.
Harry coughed out a moan as he looked from his girlfriend to the toy that was wrapped around his dick.
"You can fuck into it now. I'll keep my hand here to hold it steady."
His jaw was slack as he began rutting up. She loved watching how he did it. Sliding his thick shaft up and down, the tip poking out the back end before he'd draw it back in and feel the slippery silicone wrapped around him.
Harry watched the sleeve as he plunged into it and then looked up at Y/n with a moan. He wanted to be inside of her, not some plastic toy. Sure, the fleshlight felt good on him but Y/n's pussy was warm and the way she wet him and squeezed around him couldn't be replicated. There was no comparison.
He inhaled through his teeth when he fucked up again, his tip poking through as he throbbed and leaked a bead of precome. He worked his hips up and down, thigh muscles and glutes flexing, his balls pressing into the plastic edge of the toy.
Y/n moaned as she watched how filthy the scene was. Bulbous pink, lube-smeared crown pressed through the end as his abs flexed. His cheeks were heated, and his parted lips were puffy and pink as he arched his brows together and breathed out studdered breaths, his eyes on hers.
"Look at you. Barely fit in this little thing. Kind of a snug fit isn't it, baby?"
He groaned, his throat bobbing as he thrust up and reached for her hand, "Let me put it in you. Please."
She bit her lip and squeezed his hand, "Mmm… Just imagine it's me, Harry."
Y/n pulled her sweater upward and peeled it off her head before unplucking her bra hook to expose her tits to him. She placed her hand back on the toy to keep it in place as she leaned over him, breasts wobbling softly.
He moaned loudly as he watched her pretty breasts and tried his hardest to imagine he was fucking into her, to imagine she was on top of him with her warm pussy encasing his length. The bed springs under him bounced gently as he rocked his hips upward.
"Ooh… Fuck, you're so good. Getting me all wet just watching this."
He grabbed a palmful of her breast and squeezed as he clenched his teeth, nostrils flaring as he edged toward his release. His heart was fluttering so fast in his chest as he set his gaze on Y/n's, plunging his cock through the silicone and gasping as he began to twitch and his balls tightened.
A shaky breath fell from his chest as he reached for the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss him. He moaned into her mouth as he began to come, a small spurt of sperm hit her tummy as he swung his hips upward and released, most of his come dripping down to his stomach.
Y/n moaned with him, sliding her tongue against his. Harry's heart hammered in his chest and he stilled his thrusts. He'd come so fast, it was pathetic. But he could always be vulnerable in front of Y/n without worry. She never made fun of him for it. Instead, he seemed to imagine that she kind of liked it.
And she did. It was quite flattering how worked up he'd get with her. To Y/n, it was a compliment.
"I take you liked your Christmas gift." She looked down at him, her palm cupping his cheek.
His chest was still heaving as he opened his eyes and nodded, cum all over his low tummy, "That was good. But I still like you better."
She bit her lip and pulled the toy from his dick, making him shiver, "Yeah? You think you can handle another round right now? Watching that got me all wound up."
The thing about Harry was, that he could often go twice in a row. Sometimes he'd come quite fast (he'd get too excited) and if she wasn't quite done she'd keep going and soon enough, Harry'd be right back in it, fucking another load into her after she finally came.
He panted and licked his lips as he pulled at her, "You know I can."
She pulled her jeans off and smiled at him before straddling his hips. He was still all messy as she stroked him gently, "Mmm… still hard for me too. Looks like it's gonna be a Merry Christmas for both of us."
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Stepson!Leon S. Kennedy x Stepmom!Reader <one shot>
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pseudo incest, cheating, loveless marriage? lol, mommy kink, breeding kink, mentions of lactation kink, dirty talk, noncon, slight somno, mention of a rape play scenario, unprotected sex, creampie
not proofread ✍️ just smut
title from Dirty Little Secret by The All American Rejects
You thought it was love. This guy wined and dined you then showed you the world. So when he proposes to you only three months into your relationship, you’re so smitten that you agree before he even finishes asking.
It must’ve been the honeymoon phase because a year later, you’re stuck at home while he galivants around the globe for his business. It’s not like you have a hard time, but you’re lonely, done begging for attention from a man who apparently just wanted someone to live in his empty house while he’s gone.
Then after months of stilted phone calls and cut short video chats, he drops by only to surprise you with a son from a previous marriage. Something you knew nothing about. After introducing Leon to you, he leaves him there—some flimsy excuse of letting you two get to know each other—and is off again once more.
Leon smiles at you as his dad leaves, “Sorry to drop in like this.”
Your frown smooths out as you take a deep breath, “Not your fault, sorry if I’m off kilter. He didn’t even tell me about you til now.”
You wince after saying the words out loud but Leon only laughs.
“It’s okay. I’ll stay out of your hair as much as possible.”
You wave your hand, “Don’t be silly, it’ll be nice to have company again.”
He smiles again but this one makes you feel a little more on edge, something about the way it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.
“Well then, I’m sure we’ll get on like a house on fire.”
You settle into a new routine, Leon fitting into your day to day pretty easily. He’s sarcastic and mouthy, but it beats only having yourself for company. Your husband dropped off his son in late January and it’s now early May; it’s like you blinked and realized you haven’t even had anyone else visit except for Leon’s actual mom. (She’s surprisingly a sweetheart and quite helpful even if she makes Leon all moody to have her in your shared space).
It’s after one such visit that left Leon in an irritable mood where you decide to have a little movie night in order to cheer him up. You’re unsure as to what started it this time, but the ex missus just gave you a quick smile and wave goodbye as Leon stormed off upstairs. Taking in a deep breath, you rap your knuckles on his closed door and listen for any movement.
Half a minute passes by before you hear him walk over and open the door. You take in his sweats and loose white tee. Good, it doesn’t look like he's headed out—you tilt your head before looking back up into his face.
“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, a corner of his lips ticking up into a half smile.
“Wanna watch some shitty horror movies and order pizza?” You smile, pleased with yourself when he drops his arms.
“Sure,” he shrugs, tossing his phone back onto his bedspread and pushing you away from his door, closing it behind him, “w’nna order a cheese pizza?”
“Sounds good,” you lead him back downstairs, flopping down on the couch and grabbing your phone.
Leon sits on the cushion next to you, leaning over to watch as you scroll through the app.
“Want any sides or anything?” You ask, attention still on your phone.
“Pizza’s plenty.”
You feel his breath ghost across your neck and it sends a chill down your spine. Scrunching your shoulders up, you laugh and bump against his side.
“That tickles, Leon,” you shift a little and you feel him move to face the television.
Once you place the order, you lock your phone and sink into the couch. Leon’s close enough you can feel his body heat, but you know if you move he’ll end up next to you again. It’s something you’ve noticed over the time that he’s stayed here; you’ve only brought it up once and he admitted he likes being close since he misses his mom.
You frown to yourself as Leon channel surfs, not wanting to start any movies only for it to be interrupted by the delivery guy. For him to miss his mom so much, he’s always pissy when she visits. Maybe he’s just salty that she let him end up living here with you? Glancing over at him, he notices you looking and shoots you a grin.
“Have any idea on what movie we start with?”
You return his grin and drum your fingers against your thigh, “Hmmm, you ever watch Spookies?”
He shakes his head, “I’m assuming it’s bad?”
“The worst but in the best way,” you laugh.
He studies you for a moment.
“Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”
Giddy warmth bubbles in your chest, “Of course, Leon. I know the situation probably isn’t ideal, but I’ll take care of you.”
He laughs low in his throat, “We’re nearly the same age.”
You wave him off, “Yeah, yeah, but I’m still older though.”
Lapsing into a companionable silence, you mindlessly watch as Leon zips through different shows until the doorbell rings. After stuffing your faces with pizza, you settle in comfortably on the couch, feet laying over Leon’s lap after he tugged your legs away from you.
“No reason to stay curled up like that,” he pats your calf.
Unsure how to feel, you eventually relax into him. If it doesn’t bother him, then why should it bother you? The heat from his lap must lull you to sleep because the next thing you know is blinking your eyes open to some random movie playing on the tv. Another beat and you groggily glance down your body at the new weight pressing you into the cushions.
Sandy blonde hair fills your vision as you feel Leon softly suck a nipple into his mouth. Without you noticing, he has pushed your flimsy shirt up and tugged your bra cups down. Squirming under him only leads to him sighing softly, eyes fluttering shut as he licks around your stiff peaks.
“Stop, stop,” you pant, feeling sluggish and out of sorts, arms and legs feeling wooden as sleep tries to cling to your senses.
Leon only laughs and goes back to softly sucking on your nipples, mouth drifting from one hard bud to the other with quick swipes of his tongue.
“But mommy, you said you’d take care of me,” his low voice raises the hair on your arms, “mmm, and what I really need is to suck your sexy tits.”
There’s no denying the rush of slick that fills the gusset of your panties.
“S’wrong, Leon,” you counter, weakly crying out when he gently bites your nipple.
“Maybe, but I think you need this, need me to take care of you. After all, my dad’s not going to,” he growls and roughly sucks the puckered skin around your stiff bud, “you need a husband who wants to stuff your hot little pussy.”
A loud keening moan leaves your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.
His eyes are bright as a grin lights up his face, “See? C’mon, no one has to know that you let your stepson dick you down on the couch.”
Hips jumping, you mewl as he goes back to lapping at your nipples, hands coming up to grope the soft fat of your breasts.
“Been waiting for this,” he murmurs into your sternum, mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses across your skin, “fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad, mommy.”
The condescension in that one word makes you drip, pussy throbbing for more than just words.
“W-we shouldn’t though,” you try to get a grip on yourself, hands hovering over his hair, “god, I’m married to your father.”
“Is he here? Is he ever here?” He raises up and sneers at you, “never around when you need’em huh?”
Raising up onto his haunches he gives you a nasty smirk, “But that’s why you have me now. I’m gonna pound your hot little pussy day and night. Maybe it’ll even make you a real mommy.”
“Leon!” You gasp, nipples tightening at the thought, hands digging into the couch.
But he’s telling the truth. Your husband is never home— hasn’t called you back and barely replies to texts. You’ve been lonely and neglected even before Leon got here; so what if it’s wrong? It won’t kill anyone just to go along with him this one time. So that’s what you decide to tell him.
“This one time,” you whisper, biting your lip as you give in to him, “just once.”
He laughs, “Sure, I can work with that.”
Once turns into twice.
“It’s still just the one time,” you pant as he fucks into your squelching pussy, face mashed against the armrest of the couch, “it’s still the same round.”
“Sure, mommy,” he murmurs in your ear and you clamp down on him tighter, “whatever you say.”
Which turns into three and four and then five…
By the next afternoon, you're bouncing on your stepson’s fat cock in your own marriage bed.
“Fuck, fuck, I need it, please, I wanna cum,” you whimper, grinding down onto Leon’s dick, “please.”
“Take it then, mommy, take your son’s cock deep in that little pussy,” he growls, thumb rubbing your clit in tight rough circles.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, eyes rolling back as Leon’s fat tip kisses your cervix, “god, it’s so good.”
“Yeah? Better than dad’s?” Leon asks, flashing you a smug little smile.
“Uh huh,” you whine, hands pressing on his broad chest so you can ride him harder, “you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Goddamn,” he growls, grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back.
Pulling halfway out, he bullies his cock back into your sopping wet hole, pace fast and hard making you wail as he rams against your g-spot.
“Tell me mommy, tell me who’s making this fat pussy feel so good,” he pinches your nipples, “c’mon mommy, say it.”
“You,” you whimper, tears clumping your lashes, “you’re making mommy’s pussy feel so good.”
“Who?”
“My son,” you cry out as he tugs your nipples roughly, “my son’s filling my pussy and making me cum.”
“Good girl, mommy,” he coos mockingly and you squeeze his cock, pussy walls snug and wet around his thick length.
“I’ve given you so many creampies,” he sighs, “fuck, I hope one of them takes. Wanna drink your milk.”
You shudder, hips stilling, “That’s so—”
“Hot?” He slaps your thigh and you start grinding on his cock again, “these tits leaking milk for me would be a dream come true. Let me breed you, mommy.”
“I can’t,” you mewl, clit throbbing as you rock your hips into his thrusts, “can’t get knocked up by my stepson.”
Leon groans, “It’ll just be the one time. Besides, I’ve been dumping load after load into this tight little cunt. We both know you want it, mommy. Making that pussy crave to have me stuffing her to the brim.”
You lean forward, face pressing against his neck as you moan brokenly.
“I shouldn’t,” you hiccup, hips writhing as Leon reaches underneath you to grip your ass.
“It’ll be our little secret,” he humps your pussy, cock knocking against your cervix and making you squeal, “let me breed you, mommy. Let your son breed your fat pussy.”
“I’m gonna cum,” you slur, mouth panting and drooling against his skin, “oh god, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“Next time, I want you to fight me,” he whispers in your ear and you moan, “fight me so when I pin you down, I’ll be raping your hot wet pussy until you cream all over my cock, mommy.”
Your nails dig into his back and you scream, orgasm wiping out your thoughts as your body thrashes under Leon.
“I’m cumming, fuck, mommy, gonna fill you up again,” he rambles, hips pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy as you continue to orgasm.
The last thing you see is Leon’s blue eyes staring down at you as your pussy milks his cock while he spurts rope after rope of thick cum inside your clenching hole.
You wake up sometime later with Leon running his fingers along your arm and shoulder.
“You okay?”
You hum and nod, stretching out along the bed, feeling a slight twinge in your hips.
“May’ve over done it,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.
Leon laughs and drops a kiss to your head.
“Yeah I got that after you passed out.”
Giggling, you turn on your side to face him.
“Need to drink more water I guess.”
He nods, a funny sort of smile overtaking his features.
“You’re not gonna tell anyone right?”
You scoff and roll your eyes, “Why would I? Even if we’re both adults, I don’t think anyone’s gonna be happy it happened.”
Sighing, you push up until you can swing your legs over the side of the bed.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
Standing up, your thighs shake but you’re able to walk over to the en-suite bathroom. At the doorway, you turn back to see Leon staring at you, a hungry look in his eyes. You bite your lip knowing what you’re about to say isn’t a good idea, but what the hell. You’re already in it this far.
“If you wash my back, I’ll wash yours,” tone flirty as you smile at him.
Not waiting for an answer, you walk into the bathroom, listening as the sheets ruffle from Leon climbing out of bed to follow you.
✿. STEPMOM!READER X DENNIS WHITAKER : it should've been put to a stop ages ago, but you never put your foot down. but you didn't. want to. something about the thrill was additive. maybe it was the chase, or maybe it was the attention, but deep down you hoped that the constant game. between you and your stepson would never end. as wrong as it was.
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Synopsis: Harry finds himself lucky as his new neighbour is sweet enough to baby sit his daughter
Word count: 12k+
TW ⚠️: mentions of death and loss of loved one, mentions of anxiety and depression. Mentions of child loss. Mentions of pretty big age gap between Harry and YN. If of this bothers you please do not read this.
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It was never easy to be a parent. Especially a single parent.
It's been about eight months Shyloh was born and Harry still finds it difficult to have a tiny human depended upon him. He would not want the other way even in his dreams, the exhaustion, smelling like poop, pee and puke and baby formula, sleepless nights and having play rave nights with the little angel, it all seemed to be worth it to see the little dimply smile appearing on her pretty face and hear her squeal.
It was very difficult from the very beginning for Harry though, his boss was nice enough let him work from home for the first four months and he was allowed to take his baby to work, they had dedicated day care at their office for working parents. Harry was able to go see her whenever he wanted and whenever he could. As Shyloh was getting bigger, she no longer just had her formula and played with herself and went to sleep, no, no, she was needing more attention now. Harry never hated even a single moment he spent playing with her but it was nice to get some rest for himself.
It would have been so much more easier if her mum would have decided to stick around and not abandon him and their daughter, but he couldn't force her to stay when she never wanted to.
Harry and his wife were together for eight years and married for six out of those eight. Their pregnancy wasn't planned but Harry couldn't be happier with the news that he is going to be a dad, have a family with someone who he loved so much. But his wife wasn't happy at all.
Harry still till this day did not know why she went on with the pregnancy if she wanted to just up and ditch, well, it kind of did turned out she has been cheating on him for years. He still believed the baby was his, told her it was her body and he would be there by her side no matter what her decision would be, but she still went through everything never making him the part of any of the doctor's appointments. He was lucky enough, he thought that she let him be in the labour and delivery room and witness his first child being born.
He was extremely heart broken that she never even wanted to see their daughter's face, as soon as she was given the green flag from her doctor she just left. Last time he saw her was month after in court to get a divorce, and had their properties divided according their individual investments. They had a child involved and upon the DNA testing it was proved that Shyloh was actually his daughter and his ex-wife did not wanted to have to do anything with him or the little girl. It was very hard for him to process everything, be there for Shyloh and continue work so he can provide for his baby. He own another flat where he moved when things started going bad with his ex-wife, and now he lives there with his daughter
Harry did everything in his power to give his Shyloh a comfortable life, read many books and articles about parenting, talked to his friends and family about how he can at least be a decent dad for his baby. But nothing could guide him through tiny little details like when she was grumpy what the reason behind that? Was she hurting? Was she sad that her dad wouldn't be there for as much? As she was switching onto more solids food, she'd have more upset tummy. It all comes with trials and errors, Harry figured she was very severely allergic to tree nuts, especially peanuts once he was starting to give her tiny amounts of fruit smoothies with other purees.
It took him a whole week to figure out that the reason of her being so tired and sleepy after breakfast was sugar crash from the little amounts breakfast smoothies he made for her. They weren't that sweet but he reckoned her stomach probably the size of her own tiny hand and it would be a lot to for her to process all the sugar, though it was all natural. He had called his mum and talked to her pediatrician to help navigate him through her diet.
It was very difficult when she started teething at just five months old, she had fever, upset tummy and what not and everything leading her to be grumpy most of the time. She'd only stop crying or whining when he would have her in his arms and walk around the house until she was in deep sleep, she wasn't even allowed to sit until she was asleep.
He always wondered how other parents described their children as very easy going and not grumpy at all. He had so many questions about his own parenting skills. He had to make peace with himself that he was doing everything in his power to learn and grow as a father.
It wasn't always the grumpy the sick times for Harry and Shyloh. Though Shyloh was completely opposite of her name, she was very chaotic especially after she learned to that she could babble and try to communicate with her father. When she started to turn over her tummy on her own Harry felt the proudest seeing her first successful accomplishment. But that just lead more to her chaos, she learned to drag herself anywhere she wanted with her elbow and swimming on the floor pushing her tiny body with her knees. She didn't knew how to crawl properly but oh lord she was so fast!
Harry had to spend a hefty sum of money to get his flat baby proofed after seeing that. He was very glad that he did because now Shyloh had really learned to crawl and through things and chase after them as they tumbled away from her, squealing and babbling in her own language she had made on her own.
All this while long, Harry had a really nice neighbour move in just next door. She was like an angel when Harry felt like he almost had it all when Shyloh wouldn't stop crying as he came back home from a long day at work. He wanted to cry like a baby himself.
"Hey, what's wrong, why is your baby crying?" He heard his neighbour say.
"I don't know, maybe she is hungry, and she is very sleepy." Harry said trying to unlock the damn door.
"Do you mind if I help?" She asked grabbing his attention.
He turned around to see a very gorgeous woman stood there in her baby blue scrubs, he reckoned she must be a doctor or a nurse.
"It doesn't look like she is sleepy. I am a doctor if, it's okay with you I'm more than happy to help." She offered. Shyloh had turned very red from all her crying, she just couldn't keep herself from being very ethical and examining someone at their door step and not in her office.
"Plea — please!" He sighed and quickly unbuckle his baby in her car seat. The girl was quick to take her out. Harry almost gasped as Shyloh stopped crying, all it took was to have her held faced down with her tummy pressed against the doctor's arm. He didn't know but he felt the safest having her handle his child than himself trying. The way she held Shyloh with her head cradled just between her elbow. Shy looked very cute like that, with her chubby cheek smooshed against the doctor's arm.
"It looks like she just has a bit of gas but she'll be fine." The doctor chuckled, "just give her the usual dose of her gripe water."
"Oh, I don't, I don't have that. What, what is that?" He felt so embarrassed to ask that question.
"It's supposed to help with digestion, how — I am sorry I can't really help you here I might get in trouble — how old is she?" She didn't seem to judge him for not knowing what that thing she just named was.
"Almost eight months. She'll be eight months old in exactly eleven days from today." Harry shared.
"I was just going to work if you want to bring her down to the hospital, so I can assist you with what you can do. If not then it's totally fine but make sure you take her to her pediatrician soon." She said.
"Yeah, yeah sure. I just want her to feel okay now." He rushed.
Shyloh was completely calm the whole five minutes drive to the nearest hospital where the doctor worked at. He remembered he did not got her name. Shyloh just held onto his blazer tightly with her head rested on his chest.
"It's okay love, you'll be fine yeah? Daddy is where with you." He smiled at her before pressing a kiss on her chubby cheek.
Upon the visit to the doctor's, he learned his neighbour doctor was assistant and he felt safer that she introduced him to a very well experienced doctor who checked Shyloh, asking if she is allergic to anything or not and general questions, doctor told his assistant what to do and left in hurry. Harry looked at his neighbour — or he should say Doctor now — worried.
"Don't worry, I apologise Dr. Smith have an emergency surgery to assist so he had to rush but you don't have to worry." She assured him.
"Yeah, thank you." He nodded watching her do a thorough check-up on his baby, "do I really have to be worried about something?"
"Nope," doctor looked up at him with a very assuring look, "she just have an upset stomach for now we'll just give her gripe water like I said." She explained, "you can pick up the prescription from the pharmacy. 5ML should be the dose."
"Thank you so much." Harry felt relieved, "is she supposed to have the gripe water before or after her meals?"
"It doesn't matter, you can give it to her anytime she has an upset stomach or when babies are colicky — it is not something be too worried about, it's when babies inhale a lot of air. It happens with completely fine babies too. And she is very healthy." Doctor seemed very good at explaining him what is going on with his baby. "You can check her tummy if it feels tight and it is followed by fussiness, it's probably upset stomach, gas or colic."
He watched carefully taking very detailed mental notes on what the doctor was talking about, she'd shown him a little trick to check if his baby is gassy or not, just by pressing her finger very gently over her tummy (which he found adorably sad that it made Shyloh squirm in giggles as it tickled it).
"In her case, she is teething so it is common for her feel this way." She added, checking on her gums.
"How many times can I give this, this gripe water to her in a day?" He asked.
"It is usually recommended about four to six time in 24 hours." She answered. He had few more follow up questions he wanted to asked.
"I am sorry if I am asking too many questions, but is it really safe? Her pediatrician said that some syrups and tonics make babies very sleepy and more grumpy." He hesitated.
"It's totally fine, we're here to help you. But yeah, it is safe. It's technically not a syrup or a tonic. But yeah, I would recommend you pay a visit to her doctor as this is something we have recommended to make her feel better for now. Maybe her doctor will recommend a different brand of gripe water or some alternatives which she would better handle."
Harry listened to her very carefully, he wasn't going to miss out any word she was saying. But it made the doctor sort of nervous talking about what he was asking.
"Oh okay, thank you so much." He picked up Shyloh from the check-up bed.
After that Shyloh slept peacefully. Harry was glad that she was feeling better that she slept like a baby, quite literally!
He'd made sure to take her to her pediatrician the very next day and plan out just a perfect diet for her, though she still had her formula. He was more relieved when her doctor confirmed it was very safe and nice option for Shyloh to give her the gripe water. It works wonders Harry had realised, and especially on his baby!
He was so thankful for his neighbour doctor that he really made her some cookies as a thank you gesture. This time he managed to get her first name instead of just last name.
He wondered how he hardly saw her, he remembered someone moving in the flat just right in front of his two months before Shyloh was born. Well, she is a doctor what does he except really? She must be working 24 hour long shifts and it is pretty self explanatory why he never saw her like he saw their other neighbours.
Harry was more surprised to see his boss visiting his neighbour a couple of day later, he learned that she is his daughter. Her father was the owner and CEO of the law firm he had been working at from past ten years.
He wasn't involved in any gossips around the office but he knew that his boss' oldest child was sixteen. He did talked about his kids around the office, Harry knew because he has been promoted to upper level post where he was in direct contact with his boss. It was then when his boss had forced him to go have dinner with them at YN's.
He didn't know if she was uncomfortable having him over or her having her dad over, but she did not mind having Shyloh over and played with her whilst his boss talked his ears out about this case they were working on.
"Uhhh, Baba, I am sure it's Shyloh's bed time can we just cut it short? I've got work in the morning." She interrupted their conversation.
"You work on Fridays now?" He asked.
"Yeah!" She nodded.
"Are you going to the court tomorrow as well?" He asked.
"Yeah." And she nodded again.
"Okay." The man nodded, stood up, grabbed his car keys from the coffee table and just left. Without saying a simple bye to his daughter sitting there right in front of him. YN sighed.
"I think I should leave now, I am sorry to be a trouble." Harry apologised trying to take Shyloh who was sat comfy on YN's lap, playing with her necklace.
"It's okay really," she smiled her assuring smile, "I just wasn't expecting him to come over, but I do not mind having you two over. My father is just like that, he just shows up out nowhere eats the food I make and just leaves. I guess he likes to have a home cooked meal sometimes." She shared.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Harry felt bad for her. "I couldn't say no to him as he is my boss."
"It's understandable, he is my dad afterall." She chuckled softly, "that's why I really can't say no to him too."
"He said you don't work on Fridays?" He asked.
"No, I have Fridays and Saturdays off. The shifts change every three to six months in my hospital." She explained.
"That sounds very tiring." He said, "but thank you so doing what you're doing you know, Shyloh and I slept like babies that night."
"Ah! No, thank you really for saying that, we don't often hear people saying that." Her face turned flush. "I, I apologise, but do not see her mum around?"
"She doesn't want to be around so it's just me and Shyloh." He did not felt bad or sad to share that now, he have accepted that if her mum really wanted to stay she would have and he is trying to be enough for his daughter.
"She seems very happy." YN smiled looking down at a tired Shyloh flashing her big green eyes at her, almost falling asleep. And she shied away smiling.
"I hope she is, try my best everyday."
"You could really do so much with what you know, it's okay to make mistakes and rectify them along the way. She's your first child you'll get the hang of it as she grows up. Parenting is not easy. I see most first time parents panic or feel anxious, even parents who've had kids before." She assured him.
"You seem very experienced with babies I saw that night. I know it must be very stupid of me to say because you work with them," he rushed.
"Nah it's good, I have been working with infants for just about two years now. But I have little half siblings I looked after since I was eight years old." She shared, "I like to think I am pretty decent at my job." She had a proud smile on her pretty face, as she should.
"I would agree, she stopped crying immediately."
"Something my grandma taught me as I said I used to look after my siblings." She bragged proudly, "babies really like being held like that."
"I don't know if I should ask you this but your dad mentioned something about the court, is everything alright?" Harry enquired.
"Yeah, just hearing for some work." She shared vaguely.
"Oh please let me know if you need any help with anything." He offered, noticed that Shyloh was fast asleep holding tightly onto YN's hoodie in her fist, mouth agape as she drooled on the fabric.
"I am so sorry about that." He chuckled sheepishly taking his daughter.
"I work at a hospital, almost nothing disgusts me now it's okay!" YN giggled watching how comfortable Shyloh looked, it was adorable.
From that night, Harry and YN have been very good friends.
Especially Shyloh, she loves YN so much she would ditch her own dad to be held by the girl who lives next door and snuggle her.
Harry and Shyloh were always invited to YN's for meals, which Harry was very grateful for although he did not understand how she did everything. Her house was always squeaky clean and she always managed to cook for herself though she had to be working 24 hours a day some times!
YN had even offered Harry that she could baby Shyloh for him seeing how stressed he was leaving his flat. He did not wanted to bother her as Shyloh was getting more and more rowdy as she was growing up. But it wasn't until he had to go to court for work and he had fired the baby sitter the day before for being ignorant at her job. He had called his mum asking if she could take in Shyloh for a the day as he does not want to take her to the court with him, he wasn't even sure if he could do that. His mum was busy and his older sister was out of town. That's when he decided to fake in YN's offer and leave his baby with her. He trusted her enough because one; she was a doctor and she knew more than him, and two; Shyloh loves YN.
The baby was napping in her automatic swing when Harry was finally able to gather all his nerves and go knock on her door. He needed to be on time and he could not loose this case as it was the biggest and most important case of his career. He could get promoted and get a raise, all he could think of it that he would be able to provide his daughter with a more comfortable life!
He checked up on the girlie before heading out. He saw YN by her door unlocking the door, her bag hanging from her shoulder. She was wearing blue scrubs today, her hair tied in a messy braid; she looked very tired and that gave him more anxiety.
"Hey!" She was the first to notice him, "you alright?"
"Hi, ye — yeah!" He nodded taking in a sharp breath, his clammy hands went up to rub against his pants, "I, I, I was just going to knock and ask if you could take in Shyloh for, for, for a few hours. But looks like you had a long shift."
"Oh, it's fine I can baby sit her." She sounded more energetic than she looked.
"It's fine, you, you look very tired. I'll just figure something else out." He said.
"Ummm, it's okay, if you want I can still look after her. Do you have anywhere to go urgent?"
"Yeah, I've got to go to court for a case." He explained, "I don't want to take her, I don't even know if I can take her in the first place."
"Okay, if it's not urgent give me thirty, I need to change out of dirty scrubs." She agreed.
"Are you really sure?" He enquired.
"Yes I am sure!" She assured him.
"Okay, thank, thank you!" He stuttered with a smile.
For the day she had Shyloh with her and she was very tame for rhe entire time she was alone with YN. Harry did not wanted to be rude but he had cameras installed in his house to keep a check on Shyloh's other baby sitter, he felt guilty to check the live status on his phone during his break. He was very relieved seeing YN was giving Shyloh her lunch and they played afterwards.
YN very much enjoyed her day with Shyloh. She loves kids and babies that's why she chose her career to be around them. Yes, little humans can be very annoying but they are just very new to the world and they're learning from the moment they are out of the womb. Shyloh was very sweet rhe entire day though, she ate, she napped, she played and made YN chase her around the house but it was fine with her!
Harry had texted YN as soon as he left and thanked her, making a mental note to thank her again in person. He was so happy that he had won the case for his client and he was sure that he is going to get the promotion. By the time he was home Shyloh was already done having her dinner, with food all over her lips, her arms. He swore he even saw a few bits in her hair too, Harry laughed seeing her all messy she looked very adorable that made him want to die!
His giggles caught YN attention as she was picking up the bits of food from the floor which his daughter had dropped, or threw as it should be put. Shyloh was perched up on her high chair, her face lit up on seeing her dad.
"Dadda, Dadda, Dadda!" She started chanting banging her hands on the high chair in excitement, wanting to be hold by her dear Dadda immediately.
"Hello my little baby love!" Harry cooed as he walked up to his world and made sure to smile at YN who looked so much in awe seeing their bond. He scooped his baby up in his arms not caring that his black dress shirt would be covered in food as well, he took off her bib so she can snuggle into him. Shyloh was showered with affection and kisses making her hide away shyly into her dad's neck.
"Hey, you don't have to do that." Harry said seeing YN going to clean up the table of the high chair. "Thank you so much for looking after her, I don't know how I can pay you for that!"
"You don't have to, it's all fine," she smiled as she kept the roll of paper towels aside. "I, uhh, I made dinner for you as well so you don't have to worry about it."
"YN, you really didn't had to do that. Now I really owe you!" that made Harry's heart sore.
He hadn't had anyone care for him that way, even though it was meant in a very friendly way, it was just his mum and sister who thought about him like that. He really didn't know how he can pay her back for that. She is just too and sweet.
"You don't, I loved spending my day with her." YN told him, "she is pretty tired so she'll go to sleep anytime now."
"Yeah, looks like it." He looked at her daughter who was staring at YN in awe and most adorable smile. "Do you mind staying for dinner?"
He cringed at how that question sounded, "I mean that's the least I can do as you had to look after her all day."
"I would like to," she admitted not thinking much about how his question sounded, "but I've got plans with my best friend, I can't really turn her down as we haven't seen each other in a long time."
"I understand." He nodded, "but thank you so much again."
"You're making me feel bad now Harry with all your thank yous, and you're welcome!" She said, a little firmness in her tone earned a soft chuckle from him. "I should get going now, have a good night."
It was that day onwards that YN would very often see baby Shyloh.
Both of them have became really good friends over time, she even helped him plan Shyloh's first birthday party. It was all balloons and Frozen themed, now Harry had came to conclusion that his daughter is obsessed with the movie, because when she is grumpy it is Frozen or she won't stop her crying. And it was a pain in ass to decorate his big ass flat for the party in celebration of his baby turning into a toddler now.
Shyloh now being able to walk and run around made everything even harder for Harry, she would not listen to him but only to his mum and YN who were there to help him.
Past four months were very happy and joyful for him more than being filled with stress and anxiety. He wasn't going to deny that he had really started to fall for someone again, but he didn't know if he wanted anything. Yes, as stupid as it sounds, Harry really liked YN, a lot!
She had her own fair share of struggle like him, it came up through their random conversations after Harry would get back home and Shyloh was off to bed. She was going through a divorce as well when she moved into her flat next door to him. Was it really bad he connected with her on that topic?
He didn't know, but he gave her kudos for going through that like a champ. He was crying mess for the first three months before Shyloh was born and she had taken away a fair bit of his sadness away just by existing and giving him the honour to be her father. That also made him want to keep his growing feelings to himself, she wouldn't want to have to deal with anyone romantically after getting out of a relationship.
All he saw that was she was very nice and kind to him, especially to his daughter who will always be his number one priority. That was enough for him. He wished he could have full control over his feelings!
YN felt very out of place at Shyloh's first birthday party, she looked a bit zoned out as she stood in a corner sipping her lemonade. Shyloh had her little cousins over for her party and had forgotten about everyone as she indulged in her play date with her cousins. Harry's mum and sister were around the kids so he approached YN.
"Hey, you okay?" He worried seeing her eyes extra glossy.
"Yeah, just a little tired." She shared.
Well, that was new. At least to him it was. YN always denied to be ever tired and today she was admitting to be one. She is a human after all what was he expecting, her to not ever be tired?
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "but do you at least want to stay till dinner?"
"I don't want to intrude," shaking her head she set her empty cup on the counter by the sink, "I am just going to go see her give her the presents and go."
"You're not intruding anything." He told her, "please?"
"Harry, are you sure about that?" she asked a little concerned.
She was a little out of place with her thoughts. YN really enjoyed her time with Shyloh even though it meant nothing more than being her baby sitter. For her the little girl always held a special place in her heart, not even just Shyloh but all of her tiny patients as well. Though it was a little difficult for her as she lost her own baby girl who suffered with sever bad conditions, she was born 16 weeks early. Though she had chances to live and YN was in and out of consciousness too it was her ex-husband who made the decision to stop the treatments and surgeries required to help their baby survive. Her little girl had the highest rates of surviving and she'd be three years old today going off to school already. Her and her ex-husband ended up getting into a huge fight over it.
Well, she was the mother of the baby who died in front of her it was not easy for her and she was willing to do any and everything needed to make her baby healthy. YN knew she wanted to be a mother though her pregnancy wasn't planned and a total surprise, she was still very ecstatic to be a mum herself. That's what ended her perfectly healthy relationship with her husband as she felt so guilty for not being enough for the baby she decided to bring into the world, also him not finding it important enough to at least talk to her before taking any major decisions. It really sucked and still does!
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "you really okay YN? You look a little lost..."
"Yeah, I, I, I'm good." She lied because she would have to talk about things making her upset today, also she didn't wanted to ruin his day as it's his daughter's first birthday after all. And she didn't liked to talk about it because talking made it worse.
"I don't believe you," he squinted his eyes suspiciously.
"I promise, I just need some rest really," she assured him.
"Okay, I won't force you then," he smiled.
Harry looked extra handsome today, with an extra layer of glow over his face. His dimples never leaving his pretty face, barely there stubble which seemed to be his new look. He was rather very happy today as it was one of his daughter's accomplishments, than dwelling in sadness that his little princess is growing up so fast.
YN gave into Harry's puppy eyes and stayed until the cake cutting, she just stood to a side and watched. Harry was on his knees as he held up a small cake and very hyper Shyloh against his chest. He helped her blow out the candle. It did not take even a second for Shyloh to smash the cake and pick out a fist of frosting and cake to munch on.
Harry was sure she is going to have a bad sugar crash, but it was all excused today!
The other cake was cut up and given to the kids, they were mainly Shyloh's little cousins. The party was calmed down a little as all the kids were either asleep or halfway asleep. Shyloh herself was all cuddled up against her grandma Anne on the sofa, bundled up in her fuzzy blanket.
"Harry?" YN called, he was talking to his own cousins but he'd excuse himself, "I'm really sorry I have to go now, my friend's here and we had plans to stay in and stuff."
"Oh okay," he nodded.
Okay now that was not the reaction he was expecting to have. But who is this friend? He is jealous already?
"See you tomorrow for breakfast?" He asked with hopeful glaze to his eyes. Now meeting up for breakfast at each others flats was a very recurring event for both of them.
"Definitely," she nodded.
Harry walked YN to the door like he always does even though she lives right next door to him.
"Finally you're here, I've been standing here for an hour!" YN's friend exclaimed dramatically, with a sarcasm coating her tone. It earned a giggle from her. It's been not more than a couple of minutes really.
Now Harry was very shocked to see her friend. It was Laura, his ex-wife's little sister! He didn't wanted to panic as it was just her sister. And Laura didn't had much of a good relationship with her older sister, she didn't even show up for their wedding, so Harry doesn't think there should be any issues with seeing her.
"Harry?" Laura was of course a little surprised to see him.
"Hey Laura," he smiled awkwardly.
"You guys know each other?" YN was stood there confused.
"Yeah, he is Blake's ex husband." Laura explained which made things more awkward.
"Okay let's not talk about it, it was nice seeing you Laura," Harry said.
"Yeah," the blonde said.
YN was very grateful for Harry closing in door as the awkward vibes were too strong from where she stood.
"That was rude!" YN pointed out.
"Yeah, he is sort of rude!" Laura rolled her eyes.
"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you idiot!" YN opened the door to her flat and they both stepped in.
"What? Is there something going on with you two?" Laura asked, a little teasing lilt to her tone.
"No, why would you think that?" YN got defensive.
"I mean, he's a nice guy I didn't liked him for my sister. Mainly because my sister was a total bitch to him." She explained, plopped down on the sofa.
"What actually happened?" YN enquired.
"She was cheating on him, it got all nasty, their baby was Paternity tested turned out she was indeed Harry's baby. But it did not ended well. She cheated on him with a much younger guy," Laura explained. Though YN has never met Blake but she's heard nothing but bitchy and bad things about her from her sister.
"Oh that's bad!" YN cringed at what Harry's ex-wife did.
It was the very next day, YN was invited for breakfast at Harry's.
It was a disaster!
"Shyloh, no!" Harry sighed but the girl picked up toys from from the box and threw them around and waddled away fast from her father. She was being very cheeky today, making a mess out of all the toys she have.
Harry was proud of himself that he haven't had her open her presents yet. It would be war zone in his living room. He was just trying to clear her toys out of the way so he wouldn't accidentally step on them and break them.
"Hello," YN said, she was greeted by Shyloh already holding her hands up for the lady to pick her up. So YN did. She indeed is a little princess and have everyone wrapped around her tiny finger.
"I'm so sorry everything is a mess," Harry rushed into the kitchen to save his already burnt pancake. At least an attempt went into saving the poor little pancake.
"Please don't burn down your house," YN called from living room smelling the burnt pancake.
"I won't," he assured her.
Harry looked adorable with a yellow floral printes apron tied around his neck and waist, over a simple white tshirt and grey sweat pants. It was very rare for YN that she got to see him casuals or comfy wear, he is always dressed for work, or semi formal for most of the time.
Same went for her. Harry have mostly seen her in scrubs (except for when she is handling Shyloh or baby sitting her), YN's always in baggy hoodie and her staple black pair of sweat pants. But today she was wearing a flowy long, dress. Very summery. She had her hair styled up in a bun at the back of her head, like she is all ready and dressed up to go somewhere. Now Harry didn't wanted to be creepy and ask why she is so dressed up, he didn't had an explanation to back up his weird question. So, he stuck with just admiring her.
He was always amazed at how she was so good at handling Shyloh. Well she do have a ton of younger siblings so she must have practice. But right now she have Shyloh in her lap as her and Harry had their breakfast, she wasn't bothered by the toddlers germy hands grabbing her food as she helped herself. Shyloh did not wanted to be put down so she can play by herself like she usually does, she really likes hanging around YN it looks like.
"You really find the time for yourself and your family huh?" Harry brought up a conversation starter.
"Yeah, since my divorce about 18 months ago it's been easier to manage the time well," she shared.
And it has been. YN was always busy with her own home, and going for her residency program, being with her then husband. She had a whole house to take care of though her ex-husband did helped her around. He had four dogs who needed to be walked two times a day, since YN lived with him, she willingly had taken up the responsibility to walk the dogs once a day.
Also there was a lot of toll been taken on her, emotionally, mentally and physically after her child loss. Though her step mum and her mother-in-law convinced her and her ex-husband to stay together for about two years, it did not worked out. But since then she has been able to make time for her own self care, go put with her coworkers or her only friend, occasionally go see her grandma at her resting place or siblings. Also keep up with her job!
She had gotten her life back together like a pro, she preferred to say.
"I understand," Harry smiled, he truly did understand her.
Now Harry was contemplating whether or not he should make the move to ask YN out on a date. He really liked her, like a lot!
He just didn't wanted to ruin the friendship they both had.
After hearing that YN has finally gotten her life back together and has been doing amazing on her own, he did not wanted to get her into another romantic commitment. He'd feel very bad and guilty. He has had enough time in his opinion to get in terms with his heartbreak and his own divorce, he also did not wanted to assume that she would have been too!
"What do you think a 10 year old would dream of to get on his birthday?" She asked.
"It depends on what that 10 year old is interested in," Harry shrugged.
"He is really into those Batman and Superman things. DC to be exact." YN shared.
"Then it could be anything. I know it makes everything harder, but as a 10 year old I always wanted a Batman costume." He smiled sheepishly.
"Ahh interesting," she nodded already looking to be running equations to find a perfect birthday present.
"Who is this ten year old by the way?" He was stuffing his face with pancakes as he was super hungry.
Harry was glad he didn't talked to YN about his feelings that day. Now it's been a couple of weeks. She's also been very busy with work where as he had more free time on his hands.
As universe seem to hate him, his ex-wife had showed up at door just that same day asking if she could see Shyloh or not.
He is really not going to let her see his baby this easily. For fucks sake, she didn't even know what the child was named!
Luckily Shyloh was put down for her mid afternoon nap so he got time on his hand to take care of the situation. Harry isn't really going to separate his baby from her mother, but she is a bitch which is given. He had very mixed feelings about it. He talked to his mum, his dad, his sister even his friends about it. All of them gave him vague answers which made his thoughts go extra wild. At last he let Blake see Shyloh for one hour under his supervision. He still had a soft spot for her, at last he have lived her for nearly a decade!
She seemed happy to see Shyloh, or at least that's what it looked to be. His mum was nice enough to go with him so she can take the baby with her whilst he talked to Blake.
"What do you want Blake?" He aske.
"I just want to see her, I, I know I fucked up real bad. But, but, I just want you to know I am very sorry for what I did." She explained.
"That wouldn't change the first year of my daughter's life without her mother, Blake, that's one shit of an excuse." He was very firm with what he had set his mind on, "now what's the reason for you coming back?"
All he got was silence in answer.
"That's enough of an answer for me," he sighed. It was very obvious the guy have dumped her, "I don't want you around my daughter and I'm going to make that very clear here. At least until she is old enough to understand what's good and bad for her."
"You can't just take her away from me, I am her parent too!" She argued.
"You lost that right the moment you left the hospital not even a day after giving birth to her." He said.
"I'll go to court," she threatened him. Or at least tried to.
"Whatever you please," with that he had left the park and went back home to take time for himself. Shyloh was with her Grandma Anne having a fun day shopping, she was also going to get her first hair cut today.
Well, that plan of not caring even if Blake wants to take matters to court again was scratched. Harry did not had a strong enough proof to be able to keep his daughter away from her legally. He would have to prove that she is not a fit parents for her. There might be an argument that she decided to hand over the entire custody of Shyloh to Harry but she can always change her mind.
Blake have seen Shyloh all for two more times after the park. Both the times were a huge disaster with Shyloh not wanting to go anywhere near her own mother and was clung to her dad all the time.
Harry was coming back home from work late luckily YN was able to take in Shyloh last moment. He was hoping she is already asleep so he can just go to bed as well. As it should be given by now, universe hates him Blake was waiting for him down stairs. Her body language screamed awkward.
"Can I help you with anything?" He asked her.
"Can I see Shy?" She asked. Harry just sighed and told her go with him.
"Hey, I'm back," Harry announced like usual as he opened the door to his flat. He found Shyloh fast asleep on YN's chest who was almost falling asleep herself, they were both bundled up on the sofa. Now Blake's presence did not affected the way he found the scene the most adorable scene. Shyloh looked carefree, like she is sleeping on her sacred safe place.
Harry really sometimes got jealous of how close Shyloh is to his mum and YN!
Harry's announcement already ruined YN's sleep enough but seeing Blake there made her face fall even more.
"I'm sorry she is asleep," Harry made an excuse to have Blake leave, kindly.
"Now what is she doing here?" Blake asked, her voice almost made Shyloh flinched as Harry was in process of taking her from YN.
"What is your prob —"
Harry was interrupted by YN, "Harry, I'm gonna go now. I've got to go to work." She said and without giving him an opportunity to even say his bye, she walked out the door shutting it behind her.
It was the next morning that Blake had came over again to see Shyloh which she hated every moment of but indulged in her delicious breakfast, she's still a tiny human afterall she's gonna do what tiny humans please to do. Some times they brutally ignore you and that's how it is!
Blake did not liked that at all. After Shyloh was done Harry had left her be and play on her own and be a baby. He had a very busy day ahead of him, luckily his sister was free to take his daughter in for the day. He was busy on a call and packing up a small bag for Shyloh with change of clothes as she is a very messy toddler, and her favourite stuffie she liked to sleep cuddling with.
"Don't feed her that," he called out Blake who was sharing her peanut butter sandwich with Shyloh. She seemed very interested in sandwich trying to pull it from Blake's hands now and almost throwing a tantrum, for merely making a mess of it and she has had a few bites when Harry wasn't looking. She was stood on sofa next to Blake.
"Shyloh, no get away!" Blake was trying her best to not let her fall off the sofa whilst also handling a glass plate in her hand. "Harry?"
"Oh god, what did you do?" Harry rushed to get Shyloh off the sofa, she has been handful since she has started walking. She was laughing and giggling, enjoying that she is annoying Blake. "You did not just feed that to her!" He noticed a bit of peanut butter on her small mouth, all over her clothes and the sofa as well.
"She ate it!" Blake defended herself, "I'm not going to say no to her!"
"Well she is allergic to —" he noticed that Shyloh started coughing choking of a piece of bread, it's been a good few minutes since she ate that. "Hey, hey Shy, baby you okay?" He exclaimed as he patted her back trying his best not to panic.
"What's going on!" Blake was panicking as well.
"She is allergic to peanuts you idiot!" He yelled, "get the damn car keys!" He rushed out without bothering to put shit shoes on, basically sprinting down the stairs. If Blake was even a minute late now he was going to sprint for the hospital, worrying the situation might escalate quickly. He's a panicky parent to say the least.
Everything seemed very blur to him as he sat in the back seat as Blake drove his car to the nearest hospital. It got worse when Shyloh's breaths started becoming uneven.
"Don't drive like a fucking worm! Hurry up!" He exclaimed.
"I am, I am," Blake stuttered.
"Hey look at me princess, please!" He gave Shyloh her space as she was still coughing, "it's okay," she looked so scared that she wanted to cry but couldn't as she couldn't breath. At this moment Harry rather have her cry her lung out than seeing her like that. He knew how the first time the reaction escalated so quickly it never happened again, he had made sure it never happened again. He was acting up quickly this time.
Shyloh was rushed to the ER room luckily he bumped into YN on the way.
"What, what happened?" She asked taking Shyloh from him.
"She, she, she ate peanut butter sandwich," he explained as he followed her to the ER.
"Doctor Alaina, we have a one year old female with a food induced anaphylaxis reaction," she lied Shyloh down on the bed and stepped aside so ER doctors can check up on her.
"Is she, is she going to be fine?" Harry asked, worriedly stuttering.
"She is, she is," YN assured him, "you brought her before it got worse. Dr. Alaina have got it from here, don't worry."
"What did she eat and how long it's been?" Doctor asked.
"I don't know what amount but it was peanut butter sandwich, about, about, about fifteen minutes ago. She's allergic." Harry explained. "Can't you go in there? Please?" He trusted YN more with Shyloh other than he did he with other, mainly because it is her job and she is good at it.
"You're not letting her treat our daughter Harry," Blake made it clear.
"It's an ER, Harry, trust me she is going to be fine. I need you to please stay calm so doctor to can take a good look at Shy, yeah?" YN tried to ignore Blake as she tried to calm down a panicking Harry before he was dragged out for making a commotion by security. She was used to dealing with people being rude to her. Harry was holding onto her hand in replace of a hug he felt like he needed.
"What do you know, you couldn't even keep your own baby alive for more than two days, so can you just get the fuck out of here?" Blake looked very moved with incident with the Shyloh, she didn't realise her voice was loud that it made everyone go silent in the room.
YN never expected that to come from her like that, ever!
It was still a very sensitive topic for YN that she totally avoided to talk about it, even during her therapy session she still to go to sometimes. That's what still always haunts her and she couldn't help blame herself for loosing her child. She just glanced at Harry who looked very blanked out, pulled her hand out of his grip.
It was just an hour later Dr. Alaina had went to see YN in her office during the lunch break. She was a crying mess at those traumatic days flashed forward her eyes all over again.
"Hey, YN are you okay?" Alaina asked.
"I don't know," YN shook her head, "can I please, please hug you?"
"Come here," Alaina was quick to gather her in a hug, "what happened there if you don't mind me asking? I didn't know you were pregnant and had a child."
"I lost her," she sniffled trying to tune down her sobbing.
"You want to talk about it?" Alaina suggested.
"I was pregnant before I joined here, had to give birth to my baby at 24 weeks," she tried to go through the story as best as she could without choking on her words.
"It's okay, sit down" Alaina had her sat down, "you don't have to talk about it okay, it's okay!"
"I tripped down the stairs because the dog came in the way, I don't know what happened next. She, she was healthy enough to be taken care of here in the hospital. It, it all got messy, Veer asked to stop the treatments on her. I really, really, really do wish I was not going in and out of consciousness, she would have been here with me!" YN cried.
YN always wanted to be a mum, most people decide when or if they want to have babies well in their early teens and she did too. She lost her own mother the day after she was born, it was heartbreaking enough that it was also a reason why her own dad hated her. That she was the reason her mum not being here anymore, she couldn't help but naturally put the blame of loosing her own child on herself. That's what she shared with Alaina.
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. You weren't in your best condition to say anything." Alain tried to console her though she was a lot calmer now, "you can only do so much with the knowledge you have, and that's what we say to our patients, don't we?"
"It is easier to say that," YN argued, "I didn't see that coming it was embarrassing!"
"How does she know that? I thought you and Shyloh's dad were a thing," Alaina said.
"What no," she shook her head, "we're not!"
"Then who the fuck she is?"
"She is Shyloh's mother," YN said.
"Why do I feel like there is an and coming after it?"
"Because there is, and she is the lady my ex-husband cheated on me with," YN explained.
"Oh my god, that's a whole different kind of fucked up shit!" Alaina gasped.
"Mhm," YN agreed, "found 'em right in our bed. Naked."
"What the fuck!" The girl looked like she haven't heard anything similar before. Well, YN still liked to believe there are nice people who don't cheat on their partners, clearly her ex-husband isn't one of them.
Of course she was a little heartbroken last night. She really grown to have feelings for Harry, for fucks sake they have spent all her free time from work together since the day she baby sat Shyloh for the first time. But what she do of he have decided to get back with his life? Nothing at all!
Her husband cheating on her seemed nothing compared to what she had burdened on herself. Blake yelling that in the middle of hallway at the hospital she worked at, yeah she wanted to shrink into a small particle and disappear. She had a two day shift which she was grateful of as she wouldn't have to face Harry at all.
Shyloh was sent back home a hour or so later, Dr. Alaina had made sure to monitor her well before sending her home. It was a nightmare for Harry.
"Hello, did you had a good nap?" Harry cooed seeing Shyloh was up from her nap, her hair sticking out in all crazy ways and she had her bunny clutched into her chest. "Come on, get up on the sofa," he patted the cushion next to him urging her to climb up herself. Harry had to call the day off from work. Shyloh climbed up and crawled up on his lap to get some after nap snuggles.
"Looks like you had a great nap, you've got pillow lines on your face," he chuckled seeing how sleepy she still is, he flattened her hair and pressed a kiss on her head as she snuggled more into him. "Hey you're not going back to sleep now, you won't be sleeping at night then."
Well, Shyloh could care less about what he had to say. He was the cosiest and most safest place to take a big gat nap on.
"You think I should go and talk to YN about what happened today?" He asked her as if she is going understand, she's half asleep already, "I know what Blake said was wrong, very wrong, but I think I should really go talk to her, what do you think?"
"Okay you're half asleep," he sighed, "what do you think about her?"
Shyloh pushed away with her tiny hand placed on his chest, her look was more like a death glare, "okay I'll stop talking. You can go back to sleep." She smiled and went back to sleep.
He texted YN asking if he could see her after she gets off work, he didn't get any reply for two days until he saw her in the hallway getting home from work. Harry was starting to kinda get worried as he did not see her for three days straights after that incident at hospital, then he remembered she is a doctor and doctor's have the most unpredictable work schedules. But those days were very difficult for him mainly because he didn't had a friend to talk his heart out or have the most random conversations with.
"Hey, YN," he said hesitantly noticing that she subtly clasped her hands behind her back so Shyloh wouldn't want ask to be held by her. She did that usually after she is back from work and in her dirty scrubs.
"Uhh... Hi," she said.
"Haven't seen you in a few days," he said hesitantly trying to hold onto a very active toddler, "I, uhh, I wanted to talk to you about —"
"It's, it's fine Harry! I don't want to talk about it," she interrupted him, "I am used to it, people get frustrated when their loved ones are sick and unwell and it comes with my job. I get it she is Shyloh's mother and she was concerned. We had other doctors there to take care of her."
"I know, but what she wasn't right, you were just trying to help. That's not fair and I want to apologise, I'm really sorry!" his tone was soft as he spoke.
"I really appreciate that," she nodded and got inside her flat and shut the door.
"She's upset," he sighed looking at a concerned Shyloh. She pouted and hugged him hiding away in his chest. Now he didn't know if she really understood or she was just sleepy, but he was the safest place for her to let loose and sleep. It melted his heart. He was just about to het into his own flat when he heard YN's door click open, she was wearing her house slippers as she frantically tried to lock her door.
"Hey what's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing, just left my bag and food in the car." She shared finally being able to lock her door successfully. She was indeed very tired that she forgot her stuff in the car. Hospitals definitely do not have the comfiest of beds for doctors to rest for a couple of hours between their shifts, she was dreading to go back to sleep in her own bed. So she sprinted downstairs and got her stuff. Found Harry missing from where he stood, instead his flat door was wide open.
Just as she was about to get in her own flat, it was his turn to come out now free hands. Looked like he left Shyloh to play with her toys for a moment.
"Hey, YN can we please like talk?" He asked again.
"Yeah, but I told you Harry it's fine. Like, I'm used to people lashing out on me. I get it, her daughter was sick. I can't imagine how she must have felt that moment. So it's okay," she assured him.
"You don't have to put on your white coat in front of me. I know she said something way too personal to you that she shouldn't have. And I wanna apologise for that, I dunno how she knows something that personal to you but I am really sorry," he explained himself, "she won't be around anymore, I've sorted things out. I, I am just really sorry about what happened."
"I'm sure you did what felt right to you, and uhhhh, good for you. You really don't have to apologise." She smiled.
"Can I ask you what she meant with that?" He asked.
"I lost my baby girl about three, uhhh— three years ago. And she is the one my, my ex-husband cheated on me with." She stuttered her explaination trying not to cry, "I, I guess that's why she was so triggered, but that's okay."
"That's not okay," he told her, "come in with me." He carefully reached for her hand and dragged her in with him.
Shyloh there was in her own world, playing in the heap of her toys. Which was going to be pain in butt for Harry clean up later, but anything for her highness princess Shyloh.
"What she did was not okay at all, alright? You said it yourself, you can so much with the information you have, you don't have to let her walk all over you like that." His voice was so soft, as if he was trying to calm down a toddler. YN was taking in long breaths in order to keep her tears from spilling. "Her negative feelings shouldn't be an excuse to use such a sensitive topic against you."
"I know," she agreed, "but you don't know the whole story. So it's, it's okay."
"Then tell me the whole story, darling." He cooed taking half a step closer to her, "if it's not obvious enough that I like you. I'll word it to you that I like you, a lot. You've been a complete angel for me and especially Shyloh."
YN felt overwhelmed, no one has talked to her like that. No one has really shown interest in knowing what she is going through unless it's a part of gossip. Him confessing what he felt (which she did not saw coming at all) for her was just cherry on top and a hard hammer on her dam of tears.
"Hey it's okay, c'mere," he cooed bringing her in a hug, "it's okay. I'm here." He assured her. YN somehow managed to vent to him in between her sobs.
"I'm sorry. Can't imagine what you're going through love but it's okay it wasn't your fault trust me. You did the best you could right?" His fingers flexed in the back of her head. "'S 'kay love." He whispered and gave her all the time she needed to calm down
"Daddy, Mummy YN said we can go to park!" Shyloh went running to her dad who was working in his office.
It scared Harry how fast she is growing up. It was yesterday when they celebrated her first birthday, and she just turned 6 yesterday.
YN's been there. Always, for Harry especially Shyloh. Her mum finally gave up when she was 3 and left for good, but YN was there. She loves Shyloh like her own. Shy was just recently started calling YN Mummy, because she heard her own dad call her grandma that. YN was over the moon to hear her say that.
"Really?" Harry asked, trapping her in between his arms and attack her with kisses.
"Mhmm," she giggled, "and she said we can go see the baby today!"
"Yeah?" Harry smiled, "are you going with your Mummy?"
"Hmm," she nodded, "she got many gifts for Ms. Kayla yesterday, I helped Mummy YN pick out a cardigan for her, a very pwetty pink dress, and I got her some cookies."
"She's definitely going to love that," Harry assured her. "Are you going to say Hi to her from Daddy?"
"Of course," she agreed, she gave him a quick kiss on his lips before she ran out to where YN was. Harry followed her out.
"Mummy can we get cupcakes when her come back?" She asked.
"Of course baby," YN agreed, "do you want to bake them at home?"
"Mhmm," she nodded.
"These are lots of gifts." Harry announced his presence there to the duo.
"Oh Hi, didn't see you there," YN smiled and greeted him with a gentle kiss on his mouth. "You sure you can't come with us?"
"I wish, I've got some work to do so that I can spend Christmas with my girls." He sighed.
"Have fun Daddy," Shyloh teased him, giggling mess.
"I will try my best," he nodded. "Drive safely okay?"
"Mhmm," YN was granted with another kiss before Harry went back to his office.
Yes, they've been together since that day onwards. Five years together, they're finally having a baby. Through a surrogate, YN was a bit too weak to carry a fetus to full term, it was fairly an easy decision for her though. It was one long process but they're finally getting what they've been trying for. They're having a little boy who is due exactly on Harry's birthday, which is wild in his opinion. He just really hopes he gets to have a birthday twin.
Shyloh on the other hand is very excited to have a sibling, a baby brother to be exact. Since the day her parents have told her about this news she's been asking questions up, down and front. Whilst Harry found it difficult to answer her curious questions given the fact she is only 6 and ask where babies come from, YN found it fairly easy.
Well, Harry was jealous his daughter was more close to YN because she had answer to her every question. It wasn't fair, because she is a doctor, a children's doctor to be exact and she knows how to deal with little humans. Good thing he's marrying her next year, because she is a keeper for him.
He didn't how he survived whole day in a very silent house. He is so used to hearing YN and Shyloh always giggling and squealing, or crying watching movies and cartoons. Now he have been thinking about this a lot, even talked to his daughter about it. But he doubts she fully understands it just yet given the fact she just turned 6.
He wanted YN to adopt Shyloh, basically be her legal guardian. Not that it needed to be on the paper for her to be Shyloh's mother, that was the given fact. She is Shyloh's Mummy. He had seen her get along with Shyloh so well since she was 6 months old, teach her all the little things a mother can do way better than he can ever do. Well she makes her eat her Veggies and drink a glass of milk everyday, she is doing something right!
But YN was so happy when Shyloh called her Mummy for the first time, it was a surprise for him too of course. She was smiling and giggling to herself as she went on about with her day of chores around the house they've moved in recently. Of course Shyloh was tailing behind her, maybe helping her a few times but mostly doubling her work. He came home that day to find them both fast asleep on the rug with toys all over the living room.
Harry had talked to Shyloh, she is a very smart kid. She sort of understood what her dad was saying, or at least that's what he likes to think. He have even hinted this at YN but she was too oblivious to put pieces together, she would just get excited on his random and weird questions about Shyloh.
"Hey Shy?" He called her, she was taking her box of toys back to her room to play there, but she dropped it then and there to run to him.
"Yes Daddy?" She climbed up on his lap, where he was sat on his office chair.
"You know how you called YN Mummy last night, yeah?" He reminded her and she nodded, "where did you learn that from?"
"I dunno," she shrugged, "You call Grandma Mummy. Grandma says that's because she took care of you when you were a little baby, and because she loves you. YN takes care of me and she says she loves me."
Her explaination made his heart swell, "mhmm," he nodded, "I'm not saying this to break your heart baby love, but you know she is not your real Mummy right? We have talked about this? But do you want her to be your Mummy?" He rushed his last question so she doesn't get heart broken.
"Yeah!" She beamed at him, "she is my mummy."
"I love you, princess." He sighed and hugged her.
"Come on, let's go have a tea party!" And he was dragged to her play room, forced to wear a tootoo and have tea party that day.
Now he was sat in his office, house was eerily empty until he heard YN's car pull up in the driveway. He heard Shyloh rant about something, but she soon came running into his office.
"Dadda, Ms. Kayla gave me so presents, you want to see them?" She squealed.
"Of course," he nodded and went out with her. Turned out Kayla, their surrogate sent many presents for Shyloh as well as for him and his Fiancé, but not as many as Shyloh.
"You've toys for next ten years now," Harry commented seeing her rip off wrapping paper from all her gifts. YN handed him a bag.
"She gave this for us, do you wanna open it?" She asked. "She said her dad made these."
"Mhmm," he took the bag and fished out the contents in it. Those were two matching knitted jumpers in it, which were not ugly.
"Daddy look, I have one too!" Shyloh gasped.
"Oh, looks like we're going to match this Christmas." YN chuckled.
"Shy, do you wanna give Mummy one of our presents now?" He asked.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She got excited and ran after him to his office again. That's where he had kept all of the presents he got for his girls.
"Okay, I am nervous," Harry sighed looking for the file he kept hidden from YN for about a month now.
"Don't be nervous Daddy," Shyloh patted his shoulder, "you just take a few deep breaths and kick your demons in the bum!" That's what he says to her when she's cry after having a nightmare. He laughed.
"Okay, they're kicked." He sighed again but to calm himself. "Go call YN in here."
"Mummy, come in here please!" She yelled from there and not bothered to go out.
"Yeah?" YN was there in no time.
"Sit," she dragged her to the sofa and made her sit there and climbed next to her, "Dadda?" She asked for the file like a boss.
"Okay..." He chuckled dragging the word and handed her the file.
"YN, will you be my Mummy, please?" Shyloh asked giving her the file. YN was confused for a moment before she opened the file and read the first few lines. Her breath hitched read the papers.
"Are you sure?" She looked up at Harry, who was still stood by his desk sitting on the edge with his arms around his chest. He nodded. "Oh I love you!" YN whispered turning back to Shyloh tears pooling in her eyes, she wrapped the little girl in her embrace.
"I love you too," Shyloh giggled as YN tickled her sides. "You did not answer my question."
"Oh, yes! Of course I will be your Mummy!" YN chuckled.
"Yay!" Shyloh celebrated. Harry walked upto his girls with a pen, crouched in front of them on his knees. "Are going to sign it?" YN nodded at her question and took the pen from Harry and signed wherever he pointed at. Shyloh looked at her like someone looks at the moon. YN chuckled at the realisation.
"I officially announced you both, Mother and Daughter. Bless." Harry said, making both of them fall in fit of laugh.
"I love you both so much!" Is all YN could say before she started crying happy tears, "this is the best present I've ever gotten!"
"We love you more," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss on her forehead he hugged her pulling Shyloh along.
They're officially amd legally a family now, with a little baby angel on his way too!
Y/N has been married off to Lucius. He’s old enough to be her dad. She’s two years older than Draco. Lucius wanted Y/N for her body. She is Draco’s stepmom.
Draco has had a crush on her forever. She has always liked him too. One night Lucius is doing it with her when suddenly he’s called by the Dark Lord. He cums himself and disapparates, leaving Y/N without a release (as he has done numerous times).
Draco heard the cries from his bed, and goes to check on Y/N. He sees her naked, covered in his dad’s juices, on his dad’s bed. He visibly becomes hard. Sub!draco and stepmom!dom!reader doing it on Lucius’ bed.
Just imagine
(also if you want you can definitely use this as a plot for a story, if u don’t want to that’s good too)
OMG OMG stepmom!reader supremacy
he had been imagining it and wanting you since the first time he met you. sub!draco would offer himself to you to use him as a pleasure, however you like. there’s nothing more than he wanted but to see you seeking pleasure from him, not to mention the praises he would get from you 😩
Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend.
Content Pairings: Hotchner Famiy x BAU!Reader (ft; the team and others) POV: switches a lot.
Chapter Warnings: Panic attacks, mentions of problems eating and sleeping, fighting, sexual assault, and crying of course :(((((
wc; 1.4k
A/N: here's chapter five , hope you’re still enjoying. Little more Jack for this chapter and just a few more chapters till its over thank you for reading! I will be posting this and my series that are more than three parts on Wattpad or A03 soon! Don't be afraid to interact more with me!
They arrived at home, everyone sleepily went to their rooms. Aaron and Aubrey shoulder to shoulder and you and Jack trailing behind.
Nothing filled the air but your shuffles on the pavement, everyone lost in their own thoughts.
“You’re not stupid Y/N, I’m sorry” Jack looked up at you and you noticed the bags under his eyes. “I just hate seeing her cry, she never cries” he looked up at you,
“It’s okay Jack, Aubrey’s a sweet girl I completely understand” you smiled stopping him before he could get to the stairs.
“I talked to your sister about…California and I have to know how are you?” you asked and Jack thought about an answer. The truth is he was struggling, badly, he hid it differently. His eating habits were out of wack, he was always tired but couldn’t sleep through the night. Jack just couldn’t burden you with having to deal with around sad case like him.
“I’m doing good, I just want Bre to be okay and my mom.” Jack said sadly, “Goodnight night Y/N/N”
“Wait! Jack don’t feel pressured to tell me but was he abusing you too?”
He hesitated for a moment with anxiety growing in his chest. He looked at you and nodded, “but not how he did Bre.” You nodded allowing him to continue,
“He just verbally and physically did, he was just so mean to me, telling me I’m useless and that mom hates us.”
“Did you tell your mom?” You asked hoping he didn’t have to deal with it on his own.
“No, I couldn’t because she’s just so happy with him and I can take it all so it doesn’t matter and I thought it would keep him away from Bre but it didn’t.” He said almost in a whisper, you had no more words, you didn’t know how to comfort them. You only wanted them to at least know they are safe with you.
“Jack, I’m not letting anything happen to you or your sister again. I promise.” You pulled him into a hug and he squeezed you tightly.
“Please don’t tell my dad, he’ll be so mad at me and Aubs please.” He begged through his tears, you rubbed his back harder wishing to take his pain.
“Hey, he won’t be upset with either of you, you both did nothing wrong.” You pulled him back into the hug, pulled away and cupped his face, “I care so deeply about you little hotchner, and I won’t let anything happen to you or that girl upstairs.” He nodded as you wiped his tears
You both silently walked up the stairs leaving the conversation at that.
Jack walked through the door to his room and disappeared into the dark. He shut the door, and pulled his hoodie off exposing his bruised stomach and a bandage on his back. They were in final stages of healing but were still noticeable. He hopped in a quick shower and changed the bandage.
He laid down in his bed listening to the silence of the house, hearing nothing at all attempting to fill the emptiness he felt. He opened and shut his eyes for 30 minutes straight.
Trying to remember what his uncle Spence told him staying still for 15 minutes straight will help you fall asleep faster. Jack knew he could do it, just 15 minutes, that’s counting to 60 15 times in a row, not long at all. Finally Jack finally fell asleep, after what felt like a few minutes he woke up in a panicked breath. It’s like he was back there all over again he could hear and see it all happening again.
The night it happened
Be a sweet little honeycomb and clean this up, Calvin said slamming the door heading to where Jack had just entered. “The hell you looking at little bitch?” He yelled toward Jack plopping down on the sofa
“Hello to you to fucker” Jack whispered as he headed toward his room shutting the door behind him.
He threw his practice bag on the ground and got some pajamas out to get ready for a shower, walking toward theirconnected Jack & Jill bathroom.
“Aubrey how many times do I have to tell you to keep your bathroom door sh—-“
He froze, he couldn’t even move, his sister, his protector half naked laying in her blood with her knees to her chest, visibly shaking. He knew immediately what had happened but couldn’t even believe it.
“Ja—ck” he ran to her, covering her up, “I’m here Bre, I’m here” she was crying so loud and hard, “I can’t take it anymore, please make it stop” she sobbed louder,
“He did this didn’t he?” She nodded into his chest, “I’m going to fucking kill him.” Before Aubrey could react he was out the room.
“You BITCH” he hit him upside the head with a bottle of tequila causing it to break. Catching Calvin, who was taller than Jack off guard. The man got up and lunged at the boy.
“Now you’re tuff huh?” He wiped out a pocket knife and sliced Jack in the back causing him to scream. After Calvin got a few punches in Jacks anger took over.
He was on top of Calvin beat him to a bloody pulp. “You. Fucking. Rapist. Piece of. Shit.” He didn’t stop until Calvin was unresponsive, on the ground covered in blood. Jack stood up and spit on him walking out the room.
He returned to his sister who was now in a pair of joggers and a hoodie. “We’re going to Uncle Dereks, now.” The teens had already been packed up, he called Derek first telling him they need a ride to the airport in the morning and it would be easier to just sleep there and a Uber immediately after.
When the Uber arrived they both walked past a very drunk and bloody Calvin.
“You can’t run from me Son and neither can you honeycomb.” He smiled with blood stained teeth.
“Let’s go” Jack said opening the door for his sister, wishing the summer would last forever.
When he fully awoke from reliving that night, Jack was soaked in his own sweat and tears, “he—lp..” his breathing was erratic he got up in a panic heading to Aubreys room. He walked into his sisters room which wasn’t anything new for the brother and sister.
“Aubrey? I —ne—Ed help “ he said asked as his breathing picked up. Aubrey stirred until her eyesight cleared and she seen her little brother in need.
“J? Jack just try to breathe, okay? Just mimic me.” she rubbed his back and sad on the floor with his.
“In and out, we’re at dads house, in my room, he’s not here I promise.” Since that day in California, Jacks been having really bad night terrors to the point he can’t breathe, see, or even talk, he never told her what the nightmares were about but she had an idea.
“Just keep breathing and hold my hands.” Bre sat patiently waiting as his breathing evened out,
“Jack?” She asked rubbing his knee, Jack was still and staring at the wall in front of them. With lone tears falling, he nodded his head no signaling he wasn’t ready to talk just yet, “I’ll wait for you.” she said calmly to her baby brother.
Jack stared off with tears falling, Jacks strength through this hadn’t gone unnoticed. Aubrey noticed how much he tried to do for her. Trying to make sure she doesn’t have to do chores or constantly making sure she was okay throughout the day. He wanted to protect his sister from everything.
“All those times I was with him for hours when we were bonding were torture. He called me names, pushed me, pinched me. I should’ve told you about it sooner maybe I could’ve stopped all this from happening”
“No, don’t blame yourself, it’s his fucking fault.” She looked her brother in the eye refusing to let him Blake his self.
“He fucking sliced me with a knife Aubrey, I could’ve killed him, I’m a horrible person.” He cried harder and louder, “No J, you beat him and saved me and you, you’re a hero, my hero” he nodded his head and leaned into his big sister.
“I thought he cared about us.” He broke down into loud cries,
“I know, I did too, he’s good at pretending, I fucking hate him now” she hugged her brother. After he calmed down she guided him to her bed, he climbed in and slowly fell asleep, she pulled her blanket over him and sat his phone on the charger. She took a deep breathe hoping that they would get through this.
request: stepmom reader and jack spending
the day at the park with the kids
(dad!jack x stepmom!reader)
summer days
bloo’s notes: i’m using the same name as my previous dad!jack fic but the two stories do not correlate, i just really loved the name and wanted to use it more. i know the request said with jack also but i was in too deep to change it, i am so sorry. i can always rewrite it.
it was no secret that you and little miss giselle may harlow were best friends. of course since the two of you were best friends, that meant you guys had “y/n and giselle days” pretty often. these little days consisted of just you and giselle and no boys were allowed. when you and giselle first started doing these small dates, it was mainly because you wanted to bond with jack’s daughter, whom later on you would consider your own daughter.
today was a park day, just the two of you. often times you and giselle were the only girls in the house if neelam wasn’t around so sometimes the two of you were desperate to get out of the house.
you were already downstairs packing the picnic basket with all of giselle’s favorite foods and snacks. jack, clay, and urban were sitting around the island talking about god knows what. all of their attention quickly directed to the stairs, which revealed a small, curly headed little girl with the biggest smile on her face.
“y/n!” she squealed and ran toward you with open arms and you gladly reciprocated the excited vibe. the three men were in total awe at how you and giselle interacted with each other.
“hi my little love. how’d you sleep?” you asked while setting her up on the island and fixing a few stray pieces of curls.
“hmm good, i dreamed that we got a doggy” she squealed, jack groaned knowing his daughter would be begging for a dog once again.
she’s been wanting a dog for ages and jack hasn’t gave in yet. you knew he would eventually.
“we are not getting a dog giselle” jack said sternly, truthfully you wanted a dog too.
“you’re such a hater” giselle huffed, making everyone in the room erupt in laughter.
“you’ve been hanging out with uncle urb too much” you said while pinching her chubby cheeks.
you told the little girl of the plans for the day and she was more than excited. she absolutely loved the park, she loved spending time with you, and she loved picnics.
you got giselle ready for the day and she made her way back to where her uncles and dad were sitting.
giselle went up to her uncles and said goodbye, she gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. she then made her way to her dad, he sat her up on his leg.
“bye princess, be good for y/n okay? i love you” jack said while placing a kiss on her forehead. “i will daddy. i love you too”
“you ready love bug?” you asked. giselle nodded her head excitedly, hopping of her dads leg and rushing to hold your hand.
"bye boys, have fun today" you said over your shoulder before making your way out the door. you decided to go to the park right by the house.
you held the picnic basket in one hand and you held on to giselle's hand with your free one. she happily skipped while walking towards the park. you always loved how she had such high energy, she really knew how to light up someone's day.
the two of you made it to the park safely and in a matter of seconds the both of you were bolting towards the swings. you pushed giselle for a few seconds before you hopped into the empty swing next to her. both you and giselle laughing along with each other.
Soon after the little girl made her way to the open grass area and you were quick to follow her.
"I wanna show you my cartwheel's y/n. me and daddy have been practicing" she told you just before she did a cartwheel.
"wow bug. practice has been paying off, you did so well" you cheered on.
after some more playing and running around you could tell giselle was getting a bit tired and maybe even hungry.
"you wanna eat some food before we head back home bug?" you asked the bright red little girl.
"hmm yeah, did you make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? and did you bring carrots with extra ranch?" the curious girl questioned, you couldn't help but laugh because she was jack's exact twin. the love for ranch and peanut butter they shared with each other was unmatched.
"don't worry i packed all your favorites" you assured giselle.
you and giselle made your way to the picnic tables where the basket of food was sitting. you pulled out some sanitizer and made sure that you both had clean hands before eating. you couldn't help but admire the little girl sitting in front of you. her beautiful, dark, curly hair now a mess from playing so hard. her big, blue eyes a bit more tired than when you two first arrived. she was a spitting image of her dad, her freckles a bit more prominent now from all the exposure to the sun.
"i had fun today y/n" giselle said, breaking you out of your thoughts.
before taking another bite of your carrot you said, "i had fun too, i always have fun when i'm hanging out with my favorite girl"
before you knew it, you and giselle were walking back home, hand in hand.
when you two walked into the door, you were met with urban, jack, and clay sitting on the couch. giselle didn't hesitate to run into her dads arms as you were putting everything in the picnic basket away.
when you made your way to sit with everyone on the couch, you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight in front of you. giselle was laying on jack's chest passed out and jack was dosing off. you placed a gentle kiss on both of their heads before setting a blanket over their bodies. you then sat next to jack, cuddling into his body and holding the two most important people close to you.
clay and urban couldn't help but feel their hearts grow in size at the sight. both of them wishing that one day they would be just as lucky to experience a love just as rich as this.
