Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

5 Finn Balor

I was standing in the kitchen to clean up after dinner and wash the dishes. As I filled the leftovers into containers and put them in the fridge, I heard my favourite sound in the whole world coming from the living room. The giggling and laughter of my little boy. I could not believe that my baby was already three years old. Where has the time gone? Patrick was a mini version of his father, that much was clear. But in the best way, of course.

After I finished in the kitchen I went into the living room where my incredibly handsome husband Finn and our little man were sitting on the floor playing with their beloved Legos.

"Finn..." I said laughing. "How did you manage to get Legos all over the living room in 15 minutes?"

"Oh hey Love, I don't know. It just happened." He shrugged and grinned. I wasn't angry with them, of course not! On the contrary! For me, there was nothing better than watching them play.  As soon as they finished playing, they cleaned up together. The chaos in between didn't bother me in the least.

"Okay, let's start cleaning up. Patrick, it's almost time for bed and you need a bath, my darling," I said.

"Yeah, okay, Mommy," said Patrick pouting.

"Oh come on, little man. don't pout. We'll play tomorrow," said Finn as he messed with Patrick's hair.

With that, we cleaned up the mess they made. We had just finished when Patrick called me over.

"Mommy, come here, please!"

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked as I knelt down to meet him at eye level. He took my face in his little hands and pulled me close.

"Mommy kannst du mir helfen Daddy zu kitzeln?"  (Mommy, can you help me tickle Daddy?) Patrick whisperd (not exactly) in my ear.

"Natürlich mein Kleiner!" (Of course my little man!) I said. I was so proud of how well he already spoke my native language.

"Hey, I heard that! And you know I don't like it when you two speak German in front of me. I don't understand a dang word you two are saying in your secret conversations. And it usually ends badly for me." Finn said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Love, I'm sorry, but I promise you it was nothing bad!" and then I signalled to my son to attack his father. Of course, I took the opportunity to tickle Finn as well. We did this until the three of us laughed so hard we couldn't breathe. Finn was lying on his back in front of the sofa while Patrick was starting to climb onto the sofa. I knew exactly what my little hurricane was up to.

"Patrick..." I said in a warning tone. "No coup de grâce on Daddy!"

"Oh Mommy you're no fun." he said smiling.

"Thanks for the safe, Love! Well your Mommy said you need a bath. So let's do this, then go to bed," says Finn.

"Will you help me daddy?" Patrick asked.

"Of course, son!  Here we go" he grabs the little one and walks up the stairs.

"I'll get his pyjamas and meet you in the bathroom," I said quickly.

After Patrick had bathed and brushed his teeth, Finn carried him to his room and put him to bed.

"Good night, son. Sleep tight. Sweet dreams." He kissed him on the forehead. I bent down and did the same. "Love you."

"Ich liebe dich auch Mommy." (I love you, too Mommy) Patrick said with a big yawn.

I turned off the light and then Finn and I went into our bedroom while holding hands. I stood on my tiptoes and gave Finn a kiss. "I love you, Finn."

"Ich liebe dich auch, Y/N!" Finn said before he kissed me back.

Published on June 26, 2020