I have baby fever
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Ethan stands at the island in the kitchen, making me a coffee, as I sit on the sofa in my pajama bottoms, exhausted, holding my daughters mouth to my chest.
„Here you go my love" Ethan says, handing me the coffee in my spare hand, and planting a kiss on my forehead
„I'm exhausted Eth, she was up 4 times in the night for feeding"
„I'm sorry my love, you know how much i told Gray I need to stay home with you, but he was adamant I come over"
„It's ok" I say, sipping my coffee, my nipples sore and my body overwhelmed and limp.
Ethan placed himself beside me, looking at our daughter feeding quietly. The one good thing about feeds is finally having some time to think in peace and quiet.
I feel her finishing off, and Signal Ethan to take her from me.
I wrap myself up with a dressing gown, and watch as Ethan burps our baby over his shoulder, patting her gently and asking her „how perfect is mama"
He kisses me, and says „you work so hard, I know this is difficult. You're gorgeous and I love you"
I smile, Ethan knowing I'm insecure with the baby weight on me, and hardly finding time to brush my hair. He places her on her play mat on the floor, and we watch her giggle at her mobile spinning above her.
„It's all worth it" I say, turning to him
„It is, she loves mama and so do I"
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Dolan Imagines ♛
Фанфикшнjust some imagines of my fave smol beans, to stimulate our myopic teenage minds a few preferences in there for the fun of it
