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My Babies

summary: your babygirl wakes up, and you and Abby share an intimate moment

cw: mom!abby x mom!reader, breastfeeding, one (1) kiss, fluff

You wake up to the piercing wails of your baby girl ringing through the bedroom you and Abby shared. Abby immediately shot up which scares the shit out of you, sitting up onto your hands. “Fucking hell,” Abby says in her graveling morning voice, stumbling out of bed as she slips on her worn-out house slippers. You watch as she drags her feet out of your bedroom, situating yourself against the headboard. Reaching for your phone on the bedside table, the screen nearly blinds you, the bold “4:58 AM” mocking you as you wish to sink back into the delicious warmth you and Abby shared. Abby slips back into the bedroom, her hand patting the small of the baby's back. A little smile creeps on your lips as you hear your baby girl whine and coo as Abby joins you.

“C'mere my baby,” you say through a pout, dragging the last syllable and making grabby hands towards the two. Your baby, just as excited to see,  jumping in Abby’s arms.

“Easy,” Abby says, handing you your baby, watching as she clamors into your lap, pawing at your (Abby’s) sleep shirt. Abby puts on her reading glasses, perched on the bridge of her nose as she grabs her phone, scrolling through the messages sent during the night. She puts her phone down before she slips under the covers, only her head poking out facing you and your baby girl. You make yourself comfortable, lowering your shirt so your right breast is freed. Eager is your little one, almost biting your nipple as she latches onto the bud. You wince, and an uncomfortable look washes over your face.

“You okay?” Abby asks, caressing the velvety head of the baby. Nodding, you look down and smile. Although you are ready to be done with breastfeeding, you will miss these sweet moments. Wake up so early that Abby doesn't even open her eyes as she heads to the nursery, and joins back with your squishy baby that you will happily feed her first meal of the day -caressing the baby’s face and watching as she suckles onto your nipple. “She's such a lil shit, yeah?” Abby shifts, face to face with the baby. Your baby girl smiles around your nipple, milk dribbling out the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, you are! My cute lil shit,” she attacks the baby with kisses that earn her little giggles. She wiggles around in your arms as Abby kisses her, audible smooches from your love below. 

“Abby! She needs to eat,” you laugh as you push Abby's face away, guiding your little one back to your nipple which she happily accepts. Abby stays by the two of you, head on your shoulder as she watches. Your little one’s hands creep their way up to Abby’s face, grabbing onto her nose, cheek, and anything she can touch, and Abby lets her. 

Smiling the two of you, the serenity of it all creates the comfortable silence of the early mornings of October seeping through the windows, orange and yellow illuminating the room you were in. You love every second of this and Abby agrees by catching your lips in a gentle kiss. And you three stay like this for a while, savoring the quiet and the gentle closeness,  as the day unfolds around you, still and perfect.

a/n: I wanted to get this out sooner than expected, but midterms kicked my ass, so enjoy this as I finished this during my ovulatory phase :)

through the snow you walk me home ❄️💕✨

Jane 'why does this feel so right?' Rizzoli, everybody.

what’s the point of it all?

I've never seen anyone talk about this but

I literally don't think I would mind doing housewife like things for a butch.

Is it just me?

Like i wouldn't mind packing a lunch for her work day every morning, writing a cute sticky note with maybe a inspirational quote or a quick "have a good day I love you" type of thing.

I depending on her job, I wouldn't mind ironing her clothes, making that collar nice crisp and starchy, and tie on that tie from them every morning. Or help them put on that sharp blazer.

But I'd always love doting on them when her when she gets home too. Undoing her tie, taking off her coat. Kissing her on cheek as I welcome her home. And I tell her I'll run a bath for her to help release all that pent up stress from the day.

Always keep the home soft and cozy. The perfect air freshener, fresh sheets out of the washer, searching on Pinterest in my free-time for the perfect things to add to our home.

On Friday nights we plan little dates at home. We're probably both a bit tired from the week. Maybe going out isn't the best option. So we'll get take out, or prepare something together and we have a little dinner date at home. Then Netflix and chill after of course.

On Saturday morning's she'll wake up to the empty space of where I slept in our bed. But! But~...the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.

And that day, when we go shopping I'll help her pick a new cologne that will make me go feral. I'll tell her which colors compliment her skin tone, and which outfits make her look handsome.

But we can't leave until I take a trip to Sephora. (I have to! Sue me! I personally believe these products help keep me and nice and pretty just the way she likes me.) I try not to buy a lot but she's not a good influence since she always tries to spoil me.

(part 2?..)

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx 🤍)

I am not feeling myself rn (chronic illness type shit) sooooo I'm feeling kinda clingy rn :((

I just need a girl to wrap my arms around like a koala (lmfao) and hold them close as I fall back to sleep

She whispers teasing remarks about my touchiness and I just hum back, no shame in my game right now. I'm still in this sleepy haze and I want is her warmth, touch and presence near.

She knows there's not much she can do to help. There's not some many pill to take to make it all better, you often have to endure.

Because of this, I'm inclined to push through and over work myself even if rest is supposedly important. It's hard for me to take breaks when I'm in the zone. I can even be a bit mean when I don't intend to. I'm just so locked in.

But eventually, I can't say no to her. The last thing I want is her to be upset with me. Let alone worry about me like I need to be taken care of. It's a bit embarrassing for me. So i reluctantly put the laptop down and try to rest.

Sleep is hard. It's hard to fall asleep cause my body doesn't really get it the memo at times. But she tells me to just relax, that she knows I'm tired, exhausted, she's not going anywhere. That gently voice in my ears feels like propofol, I'm asleep in just a few minutes when she runs my fingers through my hair.

Everything somehow feels so much better when I'm in her arms. The smell of her shampoo is beautiful. My hand on the dip of the side of her waist. Our legs entangled. And I can't help but whisper "thank yous" and "I love yous"

Imagine 002 —

Sick (Pitiful) Sevika and You

fluff & suggestive themes — men & minors dni

Sevika would be such a baby when she got sick. You’d have to check on her every 10 minutes to make sure she wasn’t having a meltdown in bed. It bothers her so much that she isn’t able to get up and do things like usual, especially things for you. She’d be restless, tossing and turning in the early mornings. Her body rarely being able to find ease or comfort unless you came in to hold her hand and press a cold compress to her forehead.

“You’re going to be fine, my love.” You’d say as you brushed her slightly damp hair back gently. “Just let me take care of things, okay?”

Sevika would groan in protest, but her shortness of breath would only allow her to scoff ever so slightly. Which would then turn into a cough and you’d shake your head gently.

“Open…”

Sevika shook her head. “I don’t need that. I just can sleep it off and”

You would cut her off for the thousandth time that day. “I said open. You won’t get better without medicine.” Your hand cupped under her chin and angled her face up to yours. You could see the pitiful nature in her grey eyes as she wanted to deny you the pleasure of taking care of her for once.

In your free hand would be the small cup of red medicine. You’d raise it up to her lips and parted your lips in demonstration. “Aaa~” you’d chime.

“I’m not a baby.” Sevika complained.

“Then open up and act like a grown up.” Your eyebrow raised and you shot her a smug look. “Or no kisses.”

“No kisses?” She’d repeat to you.

You shook your head in confirmation.

“You’re evil!” Her voice carried in a half hearted shout before another coughing fit. You’d make sure to lean back, grimacing.

“Cover your mouth…wait!” you quickly tipped the medicine into Sevikas mouth and made sure she swallowed it. Sevika made a disgusted noise and slapped the small cup out of your hand.

“You’re sick!”

“How’s your throat now? Still scratchy?” You hummed and stood up from the bed.

A moment paused between the two of you and she squinted. Of course it was better. She wouldn’t ever outwardly admit that though, but you knew it was true by the way she’d settled back under the covers.

“Uh huh…” you laughed softly before squatting down to pick up the tiny cup. “You’re lucky you’re sick. If you smack the cup out of my hand like that again, who knows what punishments I’ll inflict after you’re better.”

Sevika grumbled under her breath and grabbed her pillow. “No kisses?”

Once you stood up straight you looked towards your poor sick girlfriend under a pile of blankets. “I’ll blow you a kiss instead. I don’t know if my mean girl deserves a forehead kiss right now.”

Sevika huffed softly as she watched you blow her a quick kiss. You knew under the blanket her hand reached to catch it. After a moment she rolled to her side and let out a relaxed sound as the medicine worked its magic.

a/n: tbh I’m just trying to push my pitiful/loser vika agenda and I will be heard !! sevika definitely would rather sweat out a fever than take medicine.

A fever you can’t sweat out…not correlated but why is Time to Dance and Lying the best songs on that album…like 🫢

A musebymidnite creation

Sevika would learn to do her black girlfriend’s natural hair so that their arms would not ache. I’m talking two strand twists, three strand twists, blow outs, box braids, Fulani braids, boho faux locs!!! Especially if they had 4C type hair, wash day would be handled by Sevika. Gone are the days you spend $80 on hair care with your hard earned coin on hair products!!! Sevika will get the right supplies and refuse to let you pay. I feel like she’d even put little accents of her favorite colors in it — maybe beads or little gold/silver wired pieces. She’d also definitely be concentrating hard core on the act of doing your hair. Don’t be shocked when she keeps shifting your head back into its proper position (maybe a bit too tenderly). She will kiss the top of your head apologetically after though.