Ant and Dec One Shots

Babying Moments

Each day melted seamlessly into a gentle, affectionate rhythm, with Ant and Dec carefully carving out moments just for Stephen. They ensured he felt entirely loved, cherished, and looked after. From the moment he woke up to their affectionate whispers until he drifted off with his head nestled on their shoulders, every part of the day was filled with warmth and care.In the mornings, they'd lift him out of bed with tender smiles, carrying him around with ease, one arm under him, making him feel small and protected in their embrace. "There's our sleepy boy," Ant would say, kissing the top of his head as Dec softly rubbed his back, each morning starting with a loving ritual that made Stephen's heart flutter with joy.

Every afternoon, they'd guide him to the couch, where a soft, warm blanket was always waiting. They'd settle him between them, their arms ready to pull him close and hold him snugly. Ant would smile as he eased Stephen's head onto his shoulder, while Dec's hand rested on his back, a gentle, steadying presence. As the hours ticked by, he found himself anticipating these moments, knowing they were a time of pure love and acceptance.

"Look at you, our little darling," Dec would murmur, pressing a tender kiss to Stephen's temple. "You've been working so hard; let us take care of you, okay?"

Stephen, still growing accustomed to the quiet tenderness of these moments, would nod shyly. But Ant and Dec's soothing touches and gentle reassurances quickly washed away any hesitation. Ant would lean forward with a freshly warmed bottle of milk, and Stephen, feeling utterly safe and cared for, would accept it with a soft smile, nestling even closer between them. Each sip brought a gentle warmth, and with every swallow, he felt himself relaxing deeper into their embrace.

As the third day arrived, Stephen eagerly anticipated these naps. They carried him to the couch, resting him on their laps, and gently cradled him like their little one. Ant would gently coax his thumb to his mouth as he drifted off, murmuring, "Our sweet boy, always so good for us." Soft kisses would land on his forehead, their voices low and soothing, encouraging him to let go and fully relax.

By the fifth day, they surprised him with a small collection of dummies in soft, calming colours. "We thought you'd like these, love," Ant said with a warm smile. Stephen's cheeks flushed pink as he looked at them, but with Dec's gentle encouragement, he took one and let it settle between his lips. The presence of the dummy made everything feel even more peaceful, and as Ant and Dec wrapped him in their arms, Stephen felt any lingering worries completely melt away.

"Daddy, Papa..." he murmured softly, his voice sleepy, as they cradled him.

"Yes, our darling boy," Dec whispered, stroking his cheek gently. "We're right here."

As the days unfolded, their little routine became something Stephen treasured. Each nap began with a bottle of warm milk, tenderly held by Ant, while Dec brushed a comforting hand down his arm, murmuring sweet words about how precious he was to them. After he finished, Stephen's eyes would grow heavy as they held him close, filling his heart with a profound sense of safety and love.

"Sleep tight, darling boy," Dec would whisper, his lips brushing softly against Stephen's hair. "Daddy and Papa are right here."

By the seventh day, they introduced a new surprise: an adult-sized crib, cushioned with soft blankets and pillows just for Stephen's naps. Stephen's eyes lit up, and Ant grinned as he lifted him gently, settling him into the crib with care. "There's our precious boy," Ant cooed, brushing a hand through his hair while Dec secured the blanket snugly around him, ensuring he was cosy and warm.