𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 {𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬}

𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 || 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘰

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𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 (𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭

𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙫

"hey, mommy." daniel says in a baby voice, making your month old daughter, leah, wave at you by gently moving her tiny hand.

you giggle. "hi, sweetie." you say and kiss her forehead.

"so, my mom is taking sam and anthony out and they're spending the night." he says, readjusting the baby in his arms. "she wanted to know if she could take leah too?"

you sigh. "i don't know, baby, we haven't been away from her since she was born."

"there's a lot of things we haven't done since she was born."

you roll your eyes, but deep down, you know he's right. you felt sympathy towards your husband, he had to be desperate by now. now that you're healed and took some time to yourself, you figure it's time to hop back on the horse.

"alright, she can go. what time is she coming?" you ask.

"around six."

you look at the clock. about an hour to shower and get yourself all dolled up for him.

why not make it special?

♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎

six crept up quickly, and before you know it, you're kissing your kids goodbye and smothering leah with love for your first time departure from her.

"bye mom." anthony says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"yeah, see you tomorrow." sam kisses the both of you and takes baby leah in her car seat. "be careful, we don't want another one of these."

"samantha."

she smiles. "bye mom."

"i thought they'd never leave." daniel says after they're gone.

"daniel." you scold, but you can't help but smile.

"so, where do i take you first? kitchen table, the island, the couch?" he asks. "the possibilities are endless."

"i think we should stick to the bedroom for now. nothing too extreme." you suggest, remembering how different the first time postpartum those other times felt.

he smiles and kisses you gently.

"sounds great to me, sweetheart."

he sweeps you off your feet and you gasp. "daniel, put me down! i'm too heavy! i haven't lost all of my baby fat, you know."

he doesn't say anything, he just takes you upstairs and lays you gently on the bed.

"(y/n), you need to quit worrying." he says. "you do this everytime you give birth. i assure you, there is nothing to be insecure about."

you kiss him softly. "i love you."

"i love you too, sweetheart."

he takes off your shirt and he stares at your chest. "wow, all for me, huh?" he questions, eyeing your new lingerie as he plays with the little bow on it.

he sees the uncertainty in your eyes and he shakes his head. he starts kissing your neck. neck, to collarbone, to your lace-covered breasts, to your stomach. your postpartum belly isn't completely gone yet.