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Ross Lynch Imagine For AniyaMorgan

(Y/D/N) - your daughters name.

"Mummy! Mummy!" You were sat on the end of your bed, looking down at the white stick, as you waited for your husband, Ross to walk in the room after taking (Y/D/N) to the park.

Suddenly both your daughter and husband walked in the room, your daughter was chatting away, excitedly telling you about the park. You weren't really listening, you were paying attention to the look on Ross' face as he saw the stick, he smiled as did you before placing the stick on the bed behind you, allowing your three year old daughter to sit on your lap.

You started to twirl her tight, blonde, plaited hair between your index finger and thumb, smiling as you encouraged her to speak, Ross placed (Y/D/N)'s purple hoodie on your bed, grabbing the stick before walking into the en suite.

Your daughter looked up at you, staring at you with her big brown eyes as she continued to talk about her time at the park. You couldn't help but admire her brown eyes, that she had inherited from your husband along with the blonde hair.

"...Daddy went on the baby swings!" she giggled that contagious giggle, causing you to smile before looking at Ross leaning against the en suite door frame, "(Y/D/N) can you go play in your room, while I talk with mummy?" Ross asked, your daughter nodded before kissing your cheek, jumping off of your lap before running out of your room.

You stood from the bed, walking over to Ross who was smiling at you, he grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest before wrapping his arms around your waist, pecking your lips "so (Y/D/N)'s is going to be a big sister?" he whispered against your lips, you nodded pecking his lips again as he walked you backwards towards the bed.

He lay you down on the bed, gently as he continued to kiss you, his hands roamed your body before you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him away carefully. "I Love You, Aniya." He whispered, kissing your lips again before lying next to you, "Ross?" you turned your head to the side, looking at him. "Hmm?"

"How do we tell (Y/D/N)?" He shrugged, wrapping his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you lay in silence for a while before he spoke. "We could have a fun day with her, take her where she wants to go then over dinner, tell her about the baby" he suggested, rubbing your stomach with his free hand, placing a kiss in your hair, his lips lingering.