Happiness is Homemade
Hello! Sorry it’s been a while, I wasn’t quite sure where to take this? I like stepping out of my comfort zone, and writing babies is definitly out there! Thanks for the request!
Apologies that this is a bit shorter than usual, I just really wasn’t sure how to write new baby fluff, but hopefully it’s okay!
Word Count: 2,231
Summary: Read the Prompt above :)
(Picture is not mine, credit to the creator!)
Alec can’t help but stare down at the beautiful baby in the hospital bassinet. He’s captivated by the baby. The small, tiny little human who’d come into the world just a few hours earlier. The last time Alec had felt this captivated by anything was when Daisy had come into the world all those years ago.
Beside him, reclined in the hospital bed is (Y/N), sleeping after a long night of labor and pain, but out of that had come their son. She’d done all the work of it, while he’d stood idly at her side coaching her on and being supportive of the process, excited to meet their little one. It was one of the best days of his life, up there with the day his little girl was born.
“’ello, little one,” Alec greets, hand snaking into the bassinet to stroke the back of his finger across his son’s tiny little cheek. He’s so small, Alec is almost afraid to touch him. “We’re very happy you’re here.”
The newborn stretches just the slightest bit, mouth opening into the cutest little yawn Alec’s seen in upwards of fifteen years. He stares down, unable to wipe the grin off his face as he watches the newborn move against the restraint of the swaddle he was tucked in.
He carefully slips his hands under the newborn, lifting him cautiously before cradling him against his chest as he moves to the armchair he’d spent the past few evenings sleeping in after (Y/N) had been admitted towards the end of her pregnancy. He reclines back with the swaddled infant, just looking at his small face and rounded cheeks.
His son makes little noises, and then his eyes are slivering open, unfocused and wide. He can’t see yet, Alec knows, but that doesn’t stop him from grinning at the child like he was a treasure to be found. One hand brushes along the infant’s cheek before settling to card through the soft tufts of hair on the baby’s head.
The baby had his mother’s eyes. Beautiful and bright, and Alec is immensely happy his son got one of (Y/N)’s prettiest features in his opinion. The baby’s hair, tufts of his own reddish-brown locks—a full head of hair that the nurses had smiled over when he was born.
The baby’s nose definitely belonged to (Y/N), but most of his other little features Hardy remembers his little Daisy coming out with too. The side-by-side newborn comparison would be adorable—they could almost be twins, Alec’s sure.
He hadn’t seen a more perfectly newborn since he’d held Daisy like this when she’d first come into the world. His heart hadn’t been this prideful, and happy since that very moment.
He was holding his son this time around. His baby boy. He’d secretly always wanted a son too. The perfect combo—a daughter and a son—but then Sandbrook had happened and the divorce shortly after that. He’d never really thought he’d find another person he’d love enough to even consider having a child with.
Until he found (Y/N). He’d known from the moment he laid eyes on her that she was the one. She sparked feelings in him he hadn’t felt since he’d first started dating his ex-wife.
Alec smiles fondly down at the newborn who stirs just the slightest bit, limbs giving the faintest struggle against the swaddle he’s wrapped in before he relaxes and settled back into sleep. He’s so cute Alec doesn’t know what to do with it.
“You look adorable holding him,” (Y/N)’s voice mumbled from the bed, and it was only then that Hardy realized she was awake. Bleary eyes looking at him and their son, smile small but so incredibly real it made Alec grin in return.
“The adorable is all this guy,” Alec replies, slowly sitting up straight and standing slowly to join you on the bed. “I assure you, that’s all his mother bleeding through in his features.”
“I don’t believe that,” your eyes lit up as they fell on the child in Alec’s arms, a fondness at seeing the man you love cradle your newborn son in his arms filling your chest, “he looks a lot like his daddy.”
Alec couldn’t argue with that. Pride blooms in his chest as he stares fondly at the baby in his arms, standing idly by your beside from a moment before leaning down cautiously.
He carefully passed the newborn down into your arms, before perching on the edge of the bed to watch over the both of you. His arm eased around your shoulders, and you didn’t resist leaning into his side, cradling the baby to your own chest as you stared down at him. Alec couldn’t seem to drag his attention away either.
This was the family you’d always wanted too. You’d always dreamed of having a baby with a perfect man. Alec was far from perfect, but he was the closest you’d come, and couldn’t have been happier than you were in this moment.
“I didn’t know I could love anything as much as I love him,” you admitted quietly, tearing your eyes away from the baby to look up at Alec.
Alec gives a hum of agreement, just enjoying sitting with you and the newborn baby. It was the first time the three of you had sat together, since you’d been exhausted after delivering the baby and could hardly stay awake. The newborn had been whisked away to be cleaned up and have a checkup—being measured and weighed for the birth certificate.
He’d only been brought back minutes prior to you waking up.
Alec had stayed by your side, only stepping away to make phone calls—to Daisy, and Ellie and, well, that was about it—and to check in on little baby Hardy. You’d wanted to be the one to tell your friends and family, and doing so had slipped your mind, but you knew you’d get around to it soon, after the daze for your son’s birth finally settled.
You didn’t really want to be overwhelmed by friends and family so soon after your son’s birth, but you’d get into contact with them because you knew they were itching to meet the baby.
You’d managed to sleep after the baby had been born, but not much longer than a couple hours. You’d been awoken by the nurse who’d returned the newborn in the bassinet to your hospital room, leaving quietly as to not disturb your sleep after spending the night in labor.
You weren’t exactly a light sleeper, nor a heavy sleeper, but you were certainly a light sleeper now that there was a small being depending on you. It was odd, how easily the wheels of the bassinet on the tiled flooring had woken you up, but you were glad considering you’d seen Alec being so soft with his newborn son.
You only wish you could’ve been around to see his first time being a daddy back when Daisy had been born. You couldn’t imagine him being anything but a doting father. Things had been a bit rocky for a while, when Alec had left Daisy with her mother when he’d first moved to Broadchurch, but you could tell he loved his daughter more than anything.
And it was no different than how he was staring down at the baby boy in your arms.
Alec reached over to stroke the baby’s cheek again, gazing down fondly, almost as if to prove your thoughts. His smile was light, but it stretched ear to ear, prideful and joyful as he gazed down at the child.
“How does it feel to be a daddy again?”
“Amazing,” Alec breathed out, gaze finally pulling away from the baby to settle on you, “I... missed this. I missed her being so young; holdable. Teenagers aren’t quite as cuddly. He’s perfect, don’t you think?”
“Perfect,” you echo, leaning forward to press a kiss on the child’s head. “Speaking of Daisy, will she be coming to meet her new baby brother?”
“Yes,” Alex smiled with a fond laugh, arm reaching around your shoulders and fingers settling on the newborn’s swaddled feet, “she’s incredibly excited. I told her to finish up her classes for the day, but she’ll be catching a bus to Broadchurch this afternoon. I’ll be picking her up from the bus stop around six.”
“I’m glad,” you smiled. You’d been with Alec long enough that Daisy was practically your child too at this point. She spent weekends, most holidays and all long weekends down with the two of you, and had expressed on different occasions that she preferred to be with you and her father than with her mother.
You were sure her new baby brother would only add to the preference.
You loved the teenager, and she loved you as well. She’d been ecstatic when you and Alec had announced the pregnancy to her.
Wrapping around the both of you and hugging you tightly. She even been spending her allowance from her mother on baby items she thought were cute and came down for a week to help the two of you build the nursery.
It was adorable how excited she was to have a sibling. Alec had been nervous that Daisy would’ve been upset, so seeing her so excited had definitely thrown him for a loop—especially as the young girl wrapped you in a hug as her father stood gaping.
“Millhur’s just waiting for the call to come meet him, won’t let up on it. Never seen her so excited.”
“Maybe in a few hours,” you let out a light laugh, eyes falling back to the now sleeping newborn, “Daisy should meet her baby brother first, but then I don’t mind Ellie coming around. Maybe she’ll have some words of advice for me, she went through this not that long ago.”
“Millhur’s always got advice,” Alec agreed fondly. His eyes settled on his son, “she says she’s got some of the boy’s old clothes for us if we’d like them. I know we’ve already got a full closet for him and all that stuff from the baby shower, but he definitely won’t stay this small for long.”
“Can’t hurt,” you shrug, trailing your fingers through the baby’s soft tufts of hair, “babies do grow like weeds.”
“Tell me about it,” Hardy jokes, “it feels like Daisy was this small just yesterday. Now she’s a teenager, and is interested in boys and... God, I don’t even want to know. I don’t think my heart could take it.”
You let out a light laugh, eyes still stuck on the baby.
He didn’t have a name yet—it was a big decision. You and Alec had different name ideas, and could barely agree on anything past Alec for his middle name, even though Alec hated his first name. You liked it, and it was a nice little idea for him to have his dad’s name somewhere in his name.
His first name however, you were hoping would come to you after meeting the baby. You and Alec had bounced ideas around, Daisy even offering a couple on her last few visits. You’d even scoured the internet and baby books for name ideas, but none seemed right for you son.
You stroked your fingers over the baby’s cheek, smiling down at him as Alec watched over your shoulder. “What do you think about Emmett?” you asked him softly.
The question was both to the baby, and to Alec, who’s face scrunched up thoughtfully.
“Emmett...” He tested it, frowning, “Emmett... Emmett.”
You resisted the urge to laugh as the baby curled in closer to you, making a little grunting noise that melted your heart. Alec was still frowning hard when you glanced up at him, his face pulled back in disdain as he thought about the name, clearly trying to bring himself around to the idea of it.
“Noh,” Alec shook his head, “Noh, I don’t like it.”
You did laugh at that. It was the same why he spoke about his own name, which was always a bit funny too you. “I don’t know, he seems to like it,” you teased.
Alec furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at the newborn, who grunted once again, shifting in the swaddle almost as if he could feel eyes on him. The man deflated, hand coming down to stroke the baby’s rosy cheek, “you think?”
You shrugged, pulling your arms up so the baby was cradled closer to your neck as you leaned back into Alec, “I think he’ll like whatever we decide, don’t you?”
The man bit his bottom lip, gaze softening, “maybe Emmett wouldn’t be the worst?”
“So not off the table?” You teased with a laugh.
“Well...” Alec cleared his throat, “maybe under the table on the floor?”
“I can live with that,” you snorted a laugh, leaning into Alec’s side, snuggling in even tighter. “I love you.”
Alec leaned over to press a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you too.”
His gaze dropped to the newborn, “and I love you too, little one.”
“Little Emmett,” you joked, wanting nothing more than to annoy Alec a little. You could tell he was already softening about the name suggestion despite his initial dislike.
“Don’t push it,” Alec laughed, settling his cheek on top of your head. “We’ll discuss it.”
Hopefully you liked this! Thanks once again for the request, and thanks for taking the time to read! As always, if it’s not what you were looking for, feel free to prompt again!
Also, if you’ve read some of my other things, you’ll know I’m awful at naming things, so there’s a little nod to the American version of Broadchurch, Gracepoint, where David’s character’s name is Emmett, just incase you haven’t seen it :P Feel free to name the baby whatever you desire though!
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Big sis Trish headcanons
Made purely cause I love her and she deserves happiness! UwU
First things first is that she’d be extremely supportive as a big sis but also slightly protective towards of you
She already had to grow up without a dad along with the fact that her mom does her best to make sure she’s grew up happy and loved
So Trish would absolutely try to do the same for you
While Donatella is at work Trish would be doing her best to help you with anything.
Despite what most people think when initially meeting/seeing her she’s actually really intelligent and wouldn’t mind at all if you asked for her help
You Also wouldn’t even need to ask about getting a makeover cause she’s already getting nail polish, picking a playlist of songs and pulling out a rom-com
She absolutely adores having nights where the two of you just commentate on movies while having a mini spa set up
Trish has trouble making friends due to her appearance and you’ll probably have to face the same thing so the two of you rely on one another
Because of this the two of you are practically inseparable which makes it easy for the two of you to read one another. If your upset Trish already knows and talks back against who insulted you while you help express what Trish actually meant (because she sometimes makes things seem more like insults/orders)
She’d Definitely be supportive if you came out cause she’s a Lesbian queen. (She’d also definitely hit someone with her channel purse if they dared say something homophobic or transphobic to you)
Once Donatella dies and both your lives are flips when learning your dad was the apparent boss of passione she becomes very protective
She becomes much more guarded towards people (other than you) and does her best to be a shoulder you can cry on
Donatella’s death hits her hard but she tries to act like it doesn’t in public but once behind closed doors she’ll occasionally break down in your arms which probably leads you to do the same
The constant uncertainty of the situation is something that weighs on her heavily especially since she worries for both your futures
Until your both placed in the protection of team Buccarati. It starts off a bit….rocky though unlike before you both can tell this group of mafiosos are different
The first facts is that they have people around both your ages since all the others the two of you were stuck with we’re old stuffy men.
The group also seems more like a family (though giorno is seemingly cast out for awhile) than a group of criminals
She eventually begins letting down her walls when she notices you getting close to the others.
She especially gets close with Bruno after seeing him become a father figure to you
But nothing good can last forever since the two of you are now wanted targets and the two of you have a squad of assassins after you two
When the assassins are after the two of you she’s always by your side helping you if your overwhelmed or scared.
Lemme just say tho that if any of the assassins even get a glance at you she’d go out of her way to punch them
Like She doesn’t even have her stand yet and has no idea how they have weird abilities but she doesn’t care and will punch them (she won’t even care if it breaks a nail)
Once the group reaches Venezia and everyone learns the truth of what your father actually wants she’s PISSED
She already had to grow up without a father but after learning he was still alive she hopes that maybe he could be there for you
But no! He’s trying to kill you both!
After this she’s much more determined and ready to fight than before which surprises everyone but you and Bruno
Trish has always been emotionally strong so it made sense that she’d be determined to find out the truth
When she gets spice girl her stand is basically gonna be besties with your stand
Like spice girl is just gossiping with your stand about stuff (it’s actually funny to watch)
Spice girl totally loves playing small pranks on your tho and also likes to do small things like braid your hair or help Trish paint your nails
Once in Sardinia and the group decides to team up with the assassins shes glares at them allot
She’s still sour with them but since she’s determined to find out the boss’s identity she knows it’s best to get more people to help team bucci
She eventually warms up to them though if you help her (but even then she’s still on edge around them)
In rome when the finall battle happens and everything is finally ok Trish hugs you while crying
The two of you may miss Donatella but you’ve both found a new family plus assassin uncles (who Trish still has a bit of a grudge against)
Sorry it’s been awhile since I posted. I’ve been focused on school and my Wattpad stories lol
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