𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

Baby boy <3

Just some cute Miles fluff
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[ Y/n ]

"Miles." He looked up at me from across the table, smiling at the camera. "Hi." I followed him as he stood up, coming around the table. He took the camera and turned it around, pointing it at us. He pressed his cheek against mine, making me laugh. I pulled away to kiss him. Miles wrapped his free arm around my neck, holding me against his lips.

We playfully kissed for at least a minute before pulling away to catch our breath. I hugged his waist and he hugged me back, laughing as I burried my head into his sweater.

. . .

Miles and I laid in the fields together, having a picnic.

He fed me strawberries while I made him a flower crown out of daisies. "Miles, do you think Flora will have curly hair too?" I asked. Ms. Grose had showed me some of Miles's baby pictures last week and his hair was straight until he was four.

"I don't know. She's a lot older then I was when I got my curly hair. Plus, I love her but she never brushes her hair. Maybe it is curly but we can't tell because it's been 6 years since she's brushed her hair."

I started to laugh as I reminisced on the times Miles and I have tried to brush her hair. "Y/n don't move."

I froze and looked at Miles. He stared at me, wide-eyed for a moment. "What?!" I whispered, panicked. "Sorry, you just looked too perfect for a second. I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming." I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. He did the same. Miles then shifted so he was in my lap and continued to stare at me. "You... Are so comfy and I'm so tired. Can we nap?" I sighed and relaxed, lightly slapping his arm.

"Awe come on baby..." Miles smiled, looking at me. I scoffed and continued my flower crown.

"Don't be madddddddd!" Miles wrapped his arms around my stomach, his curly hair sticking up in all directions.

"I wuv you." He looked up at me, grinning. He knew how much I love it when he says it like that. "God, come here." I laid down and Miles cuddled me. "Yay!" He cheered, kissing my cheek.

. . .

Miles laid asleep on the couch, Flora played with her dolls on the floor. "Isn't your brother handsome..." I muttered. "I thought you said he was cute." She mentioned, changing one of her dolls dresses. "He's handsome and cute." She nodded and put a new pair of shoes on the doll. "Here." She passed me the doll, brushing some hair out of her face.

I smiled and we started to play together.

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Ten minutes later Flora was bored of her dolls and wanted Miles up. I watched as she sat on his chest, putting her hands on his cheeks. "Flora, let him sleep." I muttered, smiling a little. "Milesssssss pleasseeeeeeeee wake upppppppppppp." She whispered in his ear. Miles hummed and brought a hand up to Flora's back.

He pat it and then lightly nudged her off of him. She put a leg on the floor, the other one coming shortly after. Miles rolled over and Flora groaned. I cleaned up the toys and Flora stood next to Miles. "Y/n, what time is it?" Flora asked. I looked over at the clock on the wall, reading it out to her. "12:40. Do you want lun-"