Freddie Mercury imagines

Baby bickering

Requested by Milexa_Gonzalez

HE IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I CAN NEVER SAY THIS ENOUGH IF MY LOVE FOR HIM WASN'T THE STRONGEST THING THERE IS ON EARTH THEN HIS CHEEKBONES WOULD BE THE STRONGEST THING I MEAN LOOK AT HOW FORMIDABLE THOSE ARE 😭😭😭 HIS SMILE HIS DIMPLES HIS HAIR HE'S JUST TOO GORGEOUSSSSSS

Welp I guess I got lucky with my sudden updating spree last week that came out of nowhere- that seems to have disappeare 😔 I shall try hard once more though requests make that easier and thankfully the ones I've received I am very eager to write :) Fluff is coming up here lovies, so do sit back and enjoy 😌 

1977

"She's going to say her first word tonight, I can feel it." Freddie proclaimed suddenly, a smirk on the singer's face as he peered down at your eight month old daughter Ella that laid in your arms, drinking from her bottle.

"Agreed, and that first word she'll ever utter will be mama." You said confidently, earning a long, dramatic gasp from your husband who looked so offended you would've instantly showered him with affection if the look on his face wasn't so obviously fake and you instead has the urge to burst out laughing at his theatrics.

"No it won't! She's going to say dada first." Freddie huffed.

"Oh I'm sorry, were you the one who spent hours in labor giving birth to her? No. That would be me, and I will be the one she talks about first, sorry not sorry." You grinned smugly.

"Well she's with ME more, so she's going to say MY name first." Freddie argued while Ella just peered up at the two of you curiously, not having a clue what the two of you were bickering about.

"You're not the one holding her right now." You sneered, making him roll his eyes at your comment.

"Hey darling, say dada. Can you say dada?" Freddie cooed, planting a gentle kiss on your daughter's forehead that made the infant smile brightly and wave to him. 

"Don't listen to your father, say mama. You love your mama, isn't that right love? Say mama." You countered, you and Freddie staring each other down as if you were enemies on opposing sides of a war.

"Rather pointless dearie, you're going to lose~." Freddie sing songed teasingly, making you scoff and lightly push him.

"And besides, you're being far too demanding on the poor thing. She's not going to say your name first if you keep being like this." Freddie shook his head.

"Being like what, a mother who wants her child to talk? Because that's real hypocritical coming from you." You snorted.

"I'm just saying, the odds are certainly more in my favor than they are in yours." Freddie took Ella from your arms, holding her close to his chest and rocking her slowly.

"Yeah, because you keep taking her attention off me!" You pouted, stroking your daughter's hair tenderly which garnered a smile from the baby.

"See? She's going to say my name." You said smugly, bouncing her gently.

"Because she smiled? She smiles at everything that one, I don't know where she got that from." Freddie chuckled fondly at Ella's cute habit that temporarily took his mind off your little argument.

"She's even got your gorgeous smile, I hoped she would inherit that from you." You said softly, losing your competitive attitude and feeling your heart warm at the instant blush that formed on Freddie's face. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it so abruptly you could see him wince as he bit his tongue when the two of you saw Ella open her mouth trying to say something.

"She's trying to talk!" You exclaimed, the two of you looking on with wide eyes.

"Go on honey, talk to us!" Freddie urged, the two of you waiting in intense anticipation for your daughter to speak for the first time.

"Mmm..."

"She's gonna say mama!" You squealed, flashing a triumphant look at your husband as you nodded eagerly for Ella to get her words out.

"D-Dada!" 

Both of your jaws dropped, shock and bewilderment written all over your face as Freddie just laughed in surprise and joy.

"HA! I told you so! Say it again lovie!" Freddie beamed, scattering kisses all over your daughter's face as she burst out laughing.

"Dadaaaaa!" She hugged him tightly, Freddie looking happier than ever as he held her delicately but tightly.

"Oh screw you!" You whined, glaring at the Persian in defeat.

"Accept it, she loves me the most."  Freddie just said in response, having the time of his life making fun of your gloominess.

"If mama isn't her second word, I'm going to scream." You deadpanned, even though you were just being dramatic and knew that actually screaming wouldn't exactly keep Ella smiling the way she usually was.

"Well then let's hope it is, now if you excuse me I think she needs to be put to bed by her dada." Freddie got up and walked toward Ella's bedroom, you following behind as you watched the singer put Ella in her crib.

"Good night my darling, dada will see you in the morning my angel." He said softly, earning a look of disapproval from the girl.

"Dada!" She frowned, reaching for him to be held again.

"It's time for bed El, try and go to sleep." Freddie said gently, picking her up again and singing to her softly, his voice melodic and sweet as Ella smiled again at her father's vocals and loosened her grip on him slightly.

You watched the scene with a smile, finding how much  your husband and child adored each other to be so precious and you knew you married the right person.

Her eyes slowly closed as Freddie placed her back in her crib, the two of you going to your bedroom shutting the door quietly.

"I love you, even if you love stealing the spotlight." You chuckled as you pecked his lips.

"Who says I stole it? I didn't feel any change." Freddie smirked, giggling to himself at your unamused expression.

"I love you too Y/N, so much." He said in a softer voice, squeezing you gently in his hold.

You smiled at his action, curling into his chest.

"Good night." You said lovingly in sync, falling asleep slowly.

The end.