#christmas Pyjamas australia

[pajamavillage]

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[manson09]

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[pyjamasaustralia]

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[pyjamassaustralia]

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[gree-nsky]

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[vivwritesfics]

Okay bonus bc you asked for Christmas/winter break ideas! What about Oscar taking Lando & reader to experience and Aussie Christmas and they’re just on the beach and bbq-ing etc and they can’t get over how different it is from uk Christmas’s 🤣

"Okay so we're starting at mine with my family, mum will do the traditional roast and then we do a family walk on the beach. And then we head off to Landos for a second round of British Christmas and then, by the end of the week, we're off to Australia for Oscar to give us the traditional Australian Christmas. Sound like a plan?" Asked Y/N as she flipped through her diary, laying the plan out before her boyfriends.

"Sounds good to me, baby," said Lando as he leaned back in his seat.

Oscar took a moment to look through Y/Ns plan. "This is a lot of travelling. Are you guys sure you're okay with that?"

They nodded their heads as they looked at their Australian. "Definitely, Osc. I seriously can't wait to experience my first Australian Christmas," Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around him. She ran his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his face and used it to tip his head back and give him a quick kiss.

First they had to get through Y/Ns British Christmas. Her family wasn't very understanding of their relationship, and it had taken a good year but they'd gotten used to it now. Now they said nothing, Y/N father would just give them funny looks. They had the roast dinners Y/Ns mother prepared and took her nieces and newphews on a rather cold beach walk. All three of them were wrapped up warm, with Lando and Oscar wearing their Mclaren caps.

And then it was off to Lando's. His Christmas was much the same as Y/Ns, but his family nicer and they didn't do a freezing cold beach walk.

And then they were jetting off for Australian Christmas and New year's. The light was long, with Y/N napping against Lando as he and Oscar watched a movie (but, in no time at all, they were sleeping too, the three of them all laying against each other).

Things were hot when they landed, not like they had been in England. Oscar was so excited to take Y/N and Lando to his parents. They'd met his mum during the season (and she loved the two of them) but they hadn't yet been to his place in Australia.

On the first night they had a seafood barbecue. Only half of thr barbecue had fish, the other had was regular (because they had fussy britches with them). Oscar had on his shorts and flip flops (or thongs) on as he barbecued, showing off his skills. "Looking good, Osc," Lando grinned as he watched him, sweating as he slaved over the barbecue.

Oscar blushed red as Y/N and Lando grinned at him.

The next day, Christmas day, they went for a swim. The water was lovely as Y/N, Lando and Oscar swam in the Australian sea. It was wonderfully refreshing, considering Lando and Y/N would usually be in their pyjamas, wrapped up warm under blankets as they drank hot chocolate.

There was backyard cricket and a traditional Christmas dinner. Barbecue, cold ham and turkey, potato bake and alcohol. They had pavlova and trifle with beer to top it off.

At the end of the night, Lando, Y/N and Oscar sat on the beach, staring out at the seas. It was the first time they'd managed to be alone since arriving in the land down under. "How have you guys enjoyed your first aussie Christmas?" Oscar asked, his arms wrapped around them.

"Absolutely loved it," Y/N said as she dug her toes into the sand.

"It was brilliant, Osc. Thank you," lando said and kissed him.

#lando norris #lando norris imagims #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader smut #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader smut #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri x you #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formuma 1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #landoscar imagine #landoscar x reader #poly!f1 #ln4 #op81

[verspia]

—𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

You frown in thought as you cradle a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands, huddling a little close to the heat emanating from the fire place, which you’re seated in front of.

Christmas is one of your favorite holidays of, and this year, you celebrate it with your boyfriend, Oscar. Normally, with the end of the season, he would be in Australia with his family, spending the holiday under the blazing sun, not under frosted snowflakes and the biting cold of London with you.

The thought makes you pout a little, guilt eating at you for keeping him away from his family during the holidays, as if he isn’t apart from them for most of the year anyway.

Originally, you both were meant to go together, but with christmas being near, the visa application process had taken a lot longer than you’d both expected and that meant that you were only eligible to travel to down under after New Years.

You had insisted that Oscar leave without you, urging him to spend the christmas holiday with his parents and sisters, but he had resisted, arguing that he would make it up to them and it was far too late to book a flight, what with the rush that came during winter break, and you had reluctantly agreed.

That didn’t stop you from feeling guilty though, but you refrained from thinking about it more, knowing that there wasn’t much you could do about it.

Instead you wondered what you could gift your boyfriend for your first christmas together.

You knew that Oscar wasn’t much of a material person, and that he was happy with anything you would give him, but you wanted to do something meaningful.

Given the fact that gifts were your love language, both giving and receiving, it was important to you that you find the perfect gift for Oscar.

You worried your lip between your teeth as you pondered, when your eyes lit up with an epiphany, and you stood up abruptly, abandoning your hot chocolate on the kitchen top, grabbing your keys and heading out to the store immediately.

You payed no mind to the snow that nipped at your face, staining your cheeks a rosy red as you hurried out, charged with excitement for the gift that you had in mind.

When Oscar awakes on Christmas morning, you are not where you’re supposed to be, cuddled up in his arms, and the loss of your presence next to him startles him awake.

He steps into the living room, rubbing away any trace of bleariness from his eyes and finds you there, still in your pyjamas and with one of his hoodies on, Home Alone playing on the tv screen.

Your smile is radiant, and your zealousness for christmas is almost childlike. His heart warms at the sight of you and he smiles widely, trudging over to you.

“Why aren’t you in bed, love”

You turn around at the his voice, beaming impossibly wider, and your eyes sparkle with delight as you spot him.

“Oscar!” His name on your lips always makes him giddy, but the exhilaration in your tone today is tremendous, and vastly contagious, to the extent that Oscar begins to wear the same excitement you do.

“It’s Christmas! I was waiting for you,” You grab Oscar, pulling him on to couch with you, “We gotta open the gifts, Oh you’ll love what i’ve gotten you!”

Oscar stares fondly at you, “I’m happy with anything you give me, baby, you know that.”

You nod at him, not really paying attention, as you stand up and pull him along towards the direction of the christmas tree that you both had decorated together, weeks prior.

He happily lets you drag him along, and soon, both of you have unraveled the presents from your friends and family.

You open the gift that Oscar has gotten you, and gasp in elation, throwing yourself at Oscar, Thank you’s and I love you’s falling from your mouth as you pepper his face with kisses.

He laughs as he holds on to your waist, and then finally, both of you turn to the last present, that is inside a conspicuous bag, glittered golden.

You move over a little, eyes fixed on Oscar as he opens the bag, pulling out a cardboard box that is too, shimmering golden, with a red ribbon holding it together.

He unwraps it, and the sides of the box fall flat in five sections, each have attached a packet of Tim Tams on it, and another box stands proud in the middle.

Oscar uncovers the lid, and another lid appears, the words Merry Christmas on it and much like the first time, the sides fall into sections, each holding polaroids of you and Oscar.

The pictures are of monumental moments of your relationship, His first sprint win and you congratulating him with a kiss, his first podium as he smiles brightly, you wrapped up in his arms, smiling equally as bright. There’s photos of Oscar surprising you at your graduation ceremony, and kissing you when you win a debate’s competition, as well as a few pictures of your first date, and first kiss.

He pulls away the last lid, and finds a heart shaped letter inside, which he picks up and discovers a keychain for his car.

The keychain is shaped as a heart, and he examines it closely, accidentally clicking it open and finds both his and your initials together in a smaller heart inside.

He breathes softly, a little baffled at the thoughtfulness of the gift, and looks up at you, adoration clear in his eyes.

He’s a little breathless as he whispers I love you to you, and you smile shyly at him.

“Do you like it?”

Your eyes glimmer with hope and a little uncertainty, and Oscar pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly.

He’s not good with words, so he hopes to show to you just how happy you make him, pulling you closer than you’d ever thought possible, kissing you deeper to convey his appreciation to you.

You both are enveloped in a warmth that contrasts the dreary weather outside, but it’s clear that you both have a jolly christmas, under the shimmering pine tree.

This was inspired by this

didn’t proofread so pls don’t mind any errors

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[yourimagines]

Christmas/holidays headcanons F1

Lando Norris

Lando likes to spend the holidays with his family in England.

You also celebrate Christmas with your family so you guys arranged which days you are going to him and which days he’s coming to you.

You both promised to get each other something small and not expensive…

Lando didn’t listen and bought you a necklace, something small but expensive

You guys liked to hang out in your pyjamas, watching some Christmas movies

New Year’s Eve is celebrated in monoco with both of your friends

Daniel Ricciardo

You and Daniel decorated the whole house together, the tree, lights everything.

Spending Christmas in Australia with his family

Christmas shopping and going to a Christmas market

Wearing a Christmas sweater you guys bought for each other

Buying funny presents for each other

New Year’s Eve is celebrated alone between the two of you

Lewis Hamilton

Celebrating Christmas in England with his and your family all together

Baking Christmas cookies

Watching Christmas movies

Going ice skating in a small town

Buying thoughtful presents for each other

Celebrating New Year’s Eve in New York with friends

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #headcanons #imagines #x reader #imagine #x y/n #y/n x character #x you #reader x character #y/n imagines #christmas imagine

[ceofjohnlennon]

The Beatles facts, from the "Fabulous" magazine in 1965:

John flew to Hong Kong wearing pyjamas.

John is a cat-lover.

Ringo spent much of his childhood in a Cheshire hospital.

John used to envy his cousin Stanley's Meccano set.

Brian Epstein hesitated a long time before taking Ringo as a replacement for Pete Best.

George is afraid of flying.

George has bought a bow and arrow.

Pattie Boyd didn't like the Beatles before she met them on the set of A Hard Day's Night.

John’s father was a singer on pre-war Atlantic liners.

Ringo's stepfather, Harry Graves, sings Beatles songs at family parties.

The Beatles never visit a barber.

Paul washes his hair every day.

The Beatles turned down the offer of an appearance on the 1964 Royal Variety Show.

Ringo cannot swim, except for brief doggie paddle.

Brian Epstein made the Beatles have their hair cut short after he signed them in 1962.

They are never photographed with their hair 'up.'

Paul ate corn flakes and bacon and eggs at a champagne and caviar luncheon in London. Music publisher Dick James was host.

The Beatles didn't want to go to Australia without Ringo when he was ill. But Brian persuaded them to change their minds.

Paul has a mini as well as an Aston Martin DB4.

George's personal Christmas card was a photograph of him scowling at a cameraman.

John never saw an audience properly until Dundee in Scotland. Then he wore contact lenses.

An American firm wrote to the Beatles asking if they could market the Beatles' bathwater at a dollar a bottle.

They refused the offer.

Their road manager, Mal Evans, was once a bouncer at the Liverpool Cavern Club.

Neil Aspinall, their other road manager, was given a Jaguar last Christmas – a present from the Beatles.

Paul drinks coffee for breakfast. The other three drink tea – even in America.

Ringo had his new clothes designed by a woman, Caroline Charles.

Jane Asher bought Paul a record player for his Aston Martin.

Brian Epstein says, 'America discovered Ringo.’

Paul believes he is not a very good guitarist.

None of the Beatles drinks Scotch and Coke. They now dilute the occasional spirit with lemonade.

John told an American journalist that US fashions were five years behind the UK.

The Beatles never really liked jelly babies. They just said they did for a joke.

They carry a crate of pop in the trunk of their Austin Princess.

Their new chauffeur, Alf Bicknell, used to drive for David Niven and Cary Grant.

Burt Lancaster has sent Ringo a set of pistols. They became friends in Hollywood.

Burt let them use his home for a showing of A Shot in the Dark.

Edward G. Robinson and his grandchild twice joined the queue to shake hands with The Beatles at their Hollywood garden party.

So did Mrs Dean Martin and her five children.

The Beatles have no pockets in their trousers and only two side pockets in their jackets. Paul designed them.

All they carry on them in the way of money is a few banknotes.

John has bought his mother-in-law a house near his own in Surrey.

None of The Beatles wears under shirts.

Paul wants to buy a farm.

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #60s #1965 #my:read

[swissboyhisch]

The Aussie Easter Experience

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: Nico gets to experience an Aussie Easter

Word Count: 1311

Warnings: Alcohol. Oh and kids cause they always should come with warnings

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After getting knocked out of the playoffs just before Easter, Nico and yourself decided to just head to Australia to spend the holiday with your family. It was a big deal in your family. With all your nieces and nephews, it was an all day deal. Nico chose to make the best out of the shitty season he and the boys had. To be able to spend the holiday with some family.

You two had flown in the day before the big day. The house was already full with visiting family who were staying with your parents. Caravans were parked in your front yard. Luckily you had grown up on a large property where your parents still lived. Nico and yourself were given your old room which was still pretty much how you left it. 

The Sunday morning came around and the sound of giggling children on the other side of your bedroom door had woken you up. You were quick to nudge Nico awake. 

“If you don’t wake up right now, you’ll have about 5 kids under the age of 7 jump on you and beg you to get up.” Nico groaned, pulling the covers above his head. You were quick to join him as the door was thrown open and the gaggle of kids rushed in. “We’re up, we’re up.”

Nico threw the covers off of you two and over the kids laying on top of you. Trapping them under the blanket. “I’ve got you guys now!”

The giggling quieted down as the kids quickly left the bedroom. The last left was Layla who had chosen to cuddle up to Nico. “Uncle Nico. I missed you.”

“What about me?” You mutter, getting up and pulling out an outfit from your suitcase.

“You too Aunty (Y/N)!”

She goes out of the room allowing you and Nico to change. You two were quick to make your way into the lounge room where the family had all crammed in for breakfast. The adults around the dining table and on the couches with the kid in the lounge room.

“Since our teenagers are up,” Your mother jokes, smiling as the two of you take a seat beside your sibling, Dylan, “We can get started with our Easter. You kids can now pick up your basket. Only the one with your name though.”

The kids sitting on the lounge room floor all cheer. With your 5 older siblings and older cousins, there were a total of 11 kids in the room. Ranging from 4 months old to 8 years old. The perfect ages for a big Easter celebration. The first thing each kid under 18 gets is a basket each that contains a pair of pyjamas , a movie and a chocolate bunny. 

Breakfast was placed on the table. A wide spread of bacon and eggs, pancakes, croissants and fruit was put out. Oh and you couldn’t forget the three different types of hot cross buns, fruit, fruitless and chocolate chip. Everyone piled up their plates and found a seat around the room. Yourself and Nico set yourselves up with your siblings Dylan, Molly and Nick in the lounge room. Dylan was your only younger sibling at 18, just aging out of the Easter traditions. Nick was the next sibling after you at 25 and then Molly was 26. 

“What’s these?” Nico asked, poking your hot cross bun on your plate with his fork. 

“It’s a hot cross bun,” You answer, picking up one of the buttered halves and holding it up to his mouth. “It’s a sweet, spiced bread. There isn’t any fruit in this one.”

He took a bite and grinned, “They taste good!”

“Right? We only have these at Easter.”

Molly rolls her eyes, “Shops start stocking them the day after Christmas these days.”

“Here’s a juice each,” your mum offers, coming over to Nico and you. 

The pair of you take the glasses of orange juice from her. You went straight in for a sip. Enjoying the refreshing beverage. Mid way, one by one the fathers started disappearing from the room, going out back to hide the eggs. Luckily the kids didn’t notice, too enthralled by the pancakes and chocolate chip hot cross buns. Nico did instead, turning to you in curiosity.

“What’s happening?”

You leant in, whispering in his ear, “They’re going to hide the eggs.”

“Uncle Nico!” Your 4 year old nephew Wyatt toddled up to you guys on the couch. He held his arms up, wanting to be sitting with you. “Look, a bunny.”

Nico lifted the blonde boy onto the couch, sitting him on your lap facing Nico. Wyatt held up the chocolate bunny which had its wrapper already peeled back and a bite taken from the ears. You quickly snuck a bite of the bunny making the kid squeal.

“Guys look,” Dylan shouted, running in holding up a small, foil-wrapped egg, “The easter bunny came!”

All the kids raced outside to start the hunt, bringing their baskets with them. You got up, grabbing Charlotte from Kacey and her basket. She was a bit young to understand the whole idea of the hunt. So instead you wandered the yard, avoiding the gaggle of children running around the large yard. The rest of the adults had filed out of the house to watch the joy of the hunt.

“Mummy look!”

Bianca ran up to your older cousin Sarah. Showing her the collection of small eggs she had collected. Nico caught a glimpse of one you had snuck and opened. 

He was confused. He looked at you standing beside him, entertaining Charlotte. “Uh, the eggs are actually chocolate? Not plastic?”

“They’re chocolate, here,” You pass him a handful of the Cadbury eggs. “It’s a mix of flavours. I think there is Turkish delight, mint, cookies and cream and some others.”

Nico tried them one by one as he watched the kids enjoy the morning. Honestly, no-one knew how many eggs were actually hidden by the dads. Knowing your dad, a lot. He loved to spoil you as a kid. 

“You looking forward to the adult hunt?” Kendall asks Nico, not knowing you hadn’t told him.

“The what?”

Dylan laughed, “In our family, we have an adult hunt. Instead of chocolate we find alcohol. 18 plus is the age bracket for the hunt. Mum, Dad, Aunty Julie, Uncle Glenn, Aunt Rose and Uncle Johnno put it on. Everyone has a specific drink to find. Oh and the small bottles of alcohol are free for all.”

“I wasn’t asked…”

You shrug, giving Nico a bashful smile, “I told Mum your favourite was Emu.”

Nico smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And what’s your choice of poison?”

“Cruisers. Specifically citrus ones.”

“Basic,” Dylan joked.

“Says the 18 year old planning to find Ronas.”

Once the kids had found them all, they went inside to watch Rise of the Guardians in the movie theatre. Then it was the adults' turn. You all sat in the lounge drinking the first drink of the day while the parents hid the alcohol. Your father came in, holding the little bottle of tequila.

“Who first?”

This was your time to shine. You got up the quickest and shot back the little bottle of alcohol. Then you got to start first. 30 seconds after you exited the back door, the others filed through. Nico was quick to join the hunt. Some of your older guy cousins were pushing each other around, trying to get to some of the old hiding spots. 

“How many do we have to collect?” Nico asks.

“12,” You reply, adding another to your little esky bag.

“And usually we drink them all today,” Kacey grinned. “Grandparents get to look after the kids while we have a party.”

You and Nico both pop open a bottle, clinking them together, “To Easter I guess.”

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[chickensarentcheap]

Lost and Found- Chapter 23

Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond (OFC. But you do not have to read the others in the series to understand this fic.)

Tagging: @tragiclyhip@munstysmind@themaradwrites@youflickedtooharddamnit@secretaryunpaid@kmc1989@thebejeweledwatercat@asirensrage@theesirenteller@residentdormouse@arrthurpendragon@ocappreciation@occommunity@karimac@alisbackalleybbq@ninjasawakenedmystar

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43179357/chapters/131266804

My tag list is OPEN. Please just let me know if you’d like to be added :D

*****

Esme lingers in the near distance, watching Millie as she busies herself at the table by the living room windows; her hair dishevelled and unruly, wayward strands skimming the sides of her face and falling into her eyes. Her long, slender frame still clad in her pyjamas; an intentionally mismatched set comprising traditional brown and grey camo leggings and a neon pink shirt decorated with bright yellow stars. Attention riveted on her creative pursuits; kneeling on one of the chairs, the tabletop covered in sheets of different coloured paper, markers, and both pencil and traditional crayons.

The little one looks so much like her in that moment of intense concentration: the furrowed brow, the narrowed eyes, the top teeth tucked over her bottom lip. Even fresh out of the womb, she’d borne a startling resemblance to him. Arriving in the world with a headful of thick, dirty blond tresses, sparkling blue eyes, and that long torso and lanky limbs. And shockingly big feet and hands. And despite not spending her first four years in his presence, she somehow carries quite a number of his mannerisms and quirks; the stubbornness, the resiliency, the naturally occurring love for animals and a seemingly fearless, bold curiosity that knows no limits.

For Esme, it had been so bittersweet. Longing to be a mother for so long, she had found herself alone and overwhelmed, yet blessed with a beautiful little girl who was the spitting of the man who helped create her.

The one she had lost, but had loved beyond all comprehension. And always would.

She lightly raps her knuckles against the wall in an effort to grab Millie’s attention. “Hey…”

The four-year-old glances up and over; a broad, dimpled smile replacing the frown of concentration. “Momma! Hi!”

“What’cha doin’, babes?”

“Just drawing and colouring some stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Just all the stuff I like best. Animals and birds and rainbows and flowers and the places that you and I would always go to. Like the library, and the Statue of Liberty, and the fountain at Central Park. And Macy’s.”

“Macy’s, huh? Let me guess; what it looks like at Christmas?”

“Christmas is the best time to go there. All the lights and decorations and stuff. And the hot chocolate and those things we always get to eat. In the paper bag. That you got at the food cart.”

“Roasted chestnuts.”

“Those are soooo good. Do they have Christmas in Australia?”

“They definitely do.”

“Just no snow.”

“No. There won’t be any snow. But we could always travel somewhere where there is some. For Christmas time. I’m sure Tyler wouldn’t mind. He’s been in winter weather before.”

“Christmas is only a month and a bit away. Is that enough time? To let Santa know where I moved to? What if he comes to New York City and can’t find me?”

“There’s more than enough time to send him your new address. Once December first comes, we’ll write him a letter. Let him know where you’re living now. He won’t forget about you. I promise.”

Satisfied with the answer, Millie returns to the drawing in front of her. “I’m going to hang my pictures on the wall in my new bedroom. Tyler said I could. That I could decorate it myself. And that we could even go shopping! So I can pick out things I really like. He even said I could get a bike. And that he’ll teach me to ride it. IF it’s okay with you.”

“Of course that’s okay with me. You guys have been talking a lot, huh?”

“I like talking to him. He always lets me ask tons of questions. Even if they’re stupid ones. And he never gets mad at me. For talking too much. Alessio always got mad. He said I was too noisy.”

“I’m sorry. That Alessio was mean to you. And I’m sorry that I didn’t do something about it. That I didn’t take you away from him.”

“You always told him off! When he was mean to me. You never let him get away with it. Especially when he threw away my sandals. You REALLY lost it on him! It was awesome!”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. To defend you. Keep you safe. You know that, right?”

“Mmhmm. ‘Cause you’re my momma. And you love me.”

“I do. I DO love you. I love you so very, very, VERY much. And that’s why I need to have a little chat with you about something. About how things are going to go down today. When we finally get out of here.”

“When do we have to try and get away from the bad guys?”

Her mother nods. “Do you think I could join you? Sit with you for a little bit? Have our talk, and then you let you go back to what you’re doing?”

“Okay.” She hurriedly gathers up the loose pieces of paper, caps the markers, and settles everything into a neat pile. “Can I show you my pictures first? I think they’re really good. That you’ll REALLY like them.”

“I would love to see them.” Settles on the edge of the bed, Esme combs her fingers through Millie’s hair as the little one proudly shows off her creations: brightly coloured drawings of all of her favourite animals, princesses, superheroes, her rendition of Macy’s at Christmas, and the fountain and ducks in Central Park.

“And I made this!” Millie holds aloft the final piece. “It’s my best one! That’s me and you and…”

“How come you made me so short? I’m almost as small as you are.”

“‘Cause you’re really tiny, mom. I’m going to be taller than you soon.”

“You’re four years old, I highly doubt that.”

“I bet you when I’m ten, I'll be taller than you!”

“You know, for such a cute little thing, you’re a savage.”

“...and that’s Tyler. I made it with all three of us ‘cause we’re going to be living together, so that makes us a family! He IS family, right?”

“He definitely is.”

“And that’s his dog, Lucy. He showed me a picture of her. So I could draw her. I love her already. I always wanted a dog.”

“And a rabbit and a ferret and a bearded dragon. Along with a whole list of other animals. You’ll have to go easy on Lucy, okay? She’s getting older. Slowing down. And I’m sure things are starting to hurt.”

“Tyler said maybe all she needs is a little kid around. To have fun with. That maybe she’ll be so excited, she’ll act like a puppy again. I really hope she likes me.”

“She’ll love you. For sure. She’s a very sweet girl.”

“Mom, can I ask you something? Without you getting mad?”

“Why would I ever get mad at you? There’s nothing you could ask that would ever upset me.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about. You know that. What’s going on? What’s up?”

“You remember how you said that one day you’d take me to meet my dad? My REAL dad?”

“I remember.”

“I kinda changed my mind. I don’t think I want to meet him anymore.”

“Why not? What happened?”

“Well, if we’re going to be living with Tyler, that means he’s gonna be my dad. Maybe not the dad that helped make me, but the dad that’s going to help you take care of me. Until I’m old enough to take care of myself.”

“Okay…”

“I love Tyler. With all my heart. He’s my second bestie. And if my real dad comes along, he might not like that. That Tyler is around and that I love him and like being with him and living with him. And he might get upset and not let me see Tyler anymore. That would really make me sad. If I couldn’t see him.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that. I don’t think your dad…”

“I don’t want to take any chances. So it’s just better if I don’t meet him; if he stays a secret, and I just wonder about him. I just want it to be us. You and me and Tyler. And Lucy. I don’t want anyone changing that.”

“Honey, I don’t…”

“Please, momma?” Millie’s voice quivers with emotion as tears sparkle in her eyes. “Please don’t make me meet him. I don’t want to ruin things. I want them to stay the way they are. I don’t want him trying to take me away. I just want to stay with you and Tyler and Lucy. Please?”

“Alright…” Cradling her daughter’s cheeks in her palms, Esme turns her head up towards her and places a kiss on her lips. “...we’ll keep things the way they are. But there’s something I need to tell you. And it’s really important and…”

“About my dad?”

“Yeah, about your dad.”

“Momma, no! I don’t want to hear it. I don’t…”

“Millie, it’s not what you think. It’s not bad. It’s very good, actually. It’s very, very, VERY good. Please just let me say it? I really need to say it?”

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t…”

“Tyler’s your dad. Your REAL dad. He’s not just an old boyfriend that I got back together with. He’s so much more than that. He always has been.”

“That’s impossible. He CAN’T be my dad.”

“He is, sweets. There is no doubt about it. There was no one else but him. In my life. He’s the person who helped make you. He’s…”

“If he was my dad, he would have known about me BEFORE. He wouldn’t have just met me.”

“It’s a long and complicated story and…” Her voice trails off as the main door to the suite clicks open. And she returns Tyler’s warm yet apologetic smile with a shaky, nervous one of her own.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be this late.” Affectionately ruffling Millie's hair, he lays a hand on Esme’s shoulder, and drops a kiss on the top of her head. “I got tied up with work stuff. We were going over some things, and people were disagreeing about them and…” He frowns as he notices her discomfort, then runs a hand over her hair, and squeezes the nape of her neck. “What’s going on? You alright? You don’t…”

Tears threaten as Esme shakes her head. “I told her. The truth. About you. I didn’t mean to do it. Just she was talking about her dad, and I just blurted out. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I know that we were going to wait and tell her together, but…”

“It’s okay. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. You didn’t do anything wrong. Hey…” Dropping to a knee alongside Millie’s chair, he gives a comforting smile and then places his palm on the top of her head; thumb repeatedly stroking her brow. “...you alright? What’s going on?”

“It’s not true, is it? That you’re my dad. There’s no way it’s true.”

“It’s true. Your mom isn’t lying, I AM your dad.”

“You can’t be. I’m four. And we just met! If you were my dad, we would have met before. You would have known since I was in mummy’s tum!”

“Tyler didn’t know,” Esme informs her daughter. “He had no clue you were ever in my tummy.”

“How could he not know? It’s obvious when there’s a baby in someone’s tummy!”

“He never knew about you, Amelia. He had no clue you were even on the way. I left before I found out about you.”

“Why did you leave? You didn’t love him?”

“I didn’t leave because I didn’t love him. I left because I did.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. NONE of this makes any sense.”

“Your mom got into some trouble,” Tyler attempts an explanation; eager to tell the truth, but keep it simple and short enough for a little one to understand. “With some really bad people. And she was worried that I was going to get hurt. Or worse. We had already been through something really bad together, and I wasn’t healthy enough to fight back and keep her safe. That’s the only reason she left. So nothing would happen to ME.”

“But mom said you had no clue I was ever in her tummy. Why didn’t she tell you?”

“Because there was still trouble. And once she found out she was having you, all of a sudden, there were three people to keep safe. Her, me, and YOU. She didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Before you were even born. And she’d wanted to be a mom for so long, and she was so happy that you were on the way that she did whatever she had to. To protect you.”

“But what about AFTER? After all the bad stuff? She must have told you about me then. I’m FOUR! There’s no way you just found out about me. Didn’t you want me?”

“I didn’t know about you. Until I came here. That was the first time I met you. I wouldn’t lie. Millie. I didn’t know you even existed. Because believe me, if I had? There’s nothing…or no one…that could have stopped me from being with you. AND your mum. We would have been a family. Long before now.”

Millie turns narrowed, accusing eyes towards her mother. “Why didn’t you tell him? About me?”

“Because I was stupid. And selfish.”

“You’re stupid, alright.”

“Hey…” Tyler’s tone is firm. Scolding. “...don’t talk to your mum like that. Don’t ever say those things to her.”

“I hate her! For lying to me! And to you!”

“No. You don’t. You don’t hate her.”

“I do. I DO hate her.”

“I can’t do this.” Esme holds her hands up in surrender. And a play for mercy. “ I can’t HEAR this. I just can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t…”

Tyler reaches for her, fingertips brushing across the top of her hand as she moves further away. “It’s alright, Me. Just sit down. Just sit down and breathe and…”

“I need some air. Or some water. Something. Anything. I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

He heaves a sigh as she flees the room; running a hand over his weary, unshaven face before turning his attention back to Millie.

She remains steadfast. Unapologetic. “I DO hate her.”

“Listen to me.” He takes his daughter’s face in his hands. “ That is your mum. And she loves you more than she loves anything or anyone in this world. More than she even loves herself. And she’s been a good mum, yeah? A REALY good mum?”

The four-year-old offers a reluctant nod.

“Everything she did? She did it to protect you. And me. It doesn’t matter if we agree with it or not. Doesn’t matter if we even really understand. We don’t know what she was going through. What she HAS been going through. Only she knows those things. But what I DO know? I know it wasn’t easy for her to leave. I know she didn’t want to go. I know she wanted to have a life with me. She wanted to get married and have kids; she wanted us to grow really old and really gray together. But she didn’t have much of a choice. She wasn’t given one. And she wasn’t taking any chances. With me OR you.”

“I’m angry. At her.”

“But you don’t hate her.”

Millie shakes her head.

“It’s okay to be angry, Amelia. It’s okay to be pissed off and for your heart to hurt. Mine does. It’s hurt nearly every second of every day for the last five years. I have missed your mum so much. I never stopped loving her. I never will. But just because I love her and I would do anything for her doesn’t mean I’m not angry at her. That I don’t get upset with her sometimes. But I don’t hate her. I never could.”

“Why? Why don’t you hate her? You should.”

“No. I shouldn’t. Because I don’t know what she was going through. The things she was thinking. How she was feeling. It hasn’t been easy for her. These last five years. She didn’t want to leave me. She HAD to. And she has her reasons; for not telling me about you. I don’t pretend to understand them. But one day I will. And one day, I won’t be angry anymore. And neither will you.”

“But right now…”

“Right now, you’re pissed off. And you’re hurt, yeah?”

The little girl nods.

“So am I. And that’s alright. To feel this way. And you know who told me that? Your mom. She was the one who told me that it's okay to be angry and sad. That she understands. But to say you hate her…”

“I don’t really. I don’t really hate her.”

“You said it to hurt her, didn’t you. You wanted her to be sad, too.”

“I wanted her heart to hurt. Like mine.”

“Believe me, Millie, it already does. It’s been hurting for five years. Your mum didn’t deserve that. You saying that to her. She isn’t some horrible person who did all of this to hurt you. Or me. She thought she was doing the right thing. And even though all the bad stuff was finished and she still didn’t tell me about you, she thought there was a reason she needed to protect herself. She was afraid. Of being hurt. That maybe I’d be so angry at her that I wouldn’t want her back. That I wouldn’t even want YOU.”

“But you would have, right? Wanted us?”

“I definitely would have wanted you. BOTH of you. And I’m sorry; that we didn’t get to meet before. That we didn’t know each other until now. But we got a lot of time left, yeah? For all of that?”

“Tons of time.”

“And I know that we’re both pissed off and hurt and all that. That we deserve to feel these things. But you know what? Your mumma is going through a lot. Because of all this. She’s been lonely and sad and hurting for five years. And she hates herself; for what she did to us. And I don’t want that. I love her too much to watch her put herself through that.”

“So do I.”

“She needs us. More than she lets on. So do you think you could help me? Be there for her? Think we could be a team? Help her together?”

“I think so.”

“I know you love your mum. And she knows it too. But do you think maybe you could tell her? Maybe say you’re sorry? Because she didn’t deserve that. Being hurt like that. And I think you know that.”

“I didn’t mean it. I don’t really hate her.”

“I know. And so does she. But I still think it’s better if you tell her that. That you’re sorry and you love her. Even if you don’t understand why she did the things she did. I don’t really understand either. But I’m trying.”

“Is it REALLY true? It’s not some kind of big joke, is it? That you and mom are playing. You really ARE my dad?”

“We wouldn’t joke about this. I really AM your dad.”

“And you honestly didn’t know about me?”

“If I’d known that your mum was pregnant, nothing would have stopped me from being with her. There’s not a bad guy in the world that would have kept me from her. I would have been there as soon as she told me about you. And she knows that. That I never would have stayed away. Which is part of the reason why she didn’t tell me.”

“Because she wanted to protect you.”

“Exactly.”

“And she didn’t tell you after all that?”

“I didn’t know about you until I came here. I didn’t even know it was your mum that needed my help. It was Auntie Nik that called me and said she needed to do a job for her. A client asked for me by name and needed me to get her and her little kid out of a bad situation. And to somewhere safe.”

“You didn’t know it was mom?”

“I hadn’t seen or heard from her in five years. I had no idea where she was. I didn’t even know if she was alive. I wish I had. Known that she was alright.”

“And you wish you’d known about me.”

“Believe me, I would have loved to have known about you. I wanted to be a dad again. I was scared to be one, but…”

“Because your little boy died.”

Tyler nods. “And because I made a really bad decision when he was sick. That hurt him and his mum. And I didn’t want to screw things up again. With your mumma. But I wanted all that with her. A house and a wife and kids. I wanted to do it right the second time around.”

“It’s sad, you know.”

“What’s sad?”

“That momma had to leave. That she didn’t get to stay. ‘Cause she was happy, and she loved you, and she wanted all that too. It must have hurt her. A lot. To leave.”

“It did. And it still hurts her. That she left. She didn’t want to go. And she definitely didn’t want to keep you from me. She really thought she was doing the best for me. And for you.”

“Momma wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. Not on purpose.”

“Exactly. Your mum isn’t like that. She’s a good person, Millie. She’s the best human being I’ve ever known.”

“And the best momma, too.”

“I’m very lucky. That she’s your mum. Because she loves you so much. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for you. And she’s taken such good care of you. She’s kept you happy and healthy all this time. And SAFE.”

“It’s been a really good life.”

“I’m sure it has. And that makes me really happy; to hear you say that. Your mum has done such a good job, Millie. And she IS sorry. That she kept us apart. She regrets it. And she probably will for the rest of her life.”

“I don’t want her to be sad. Not for THAT long.”

“Neither do I. And that’s why we have to team up. Work together. To help her NOT be sad. To let her know that we don’t hate her. We never could. We just gotta keep finding ways to show her that we love her. Think we can do that? Be a team?”

Millis gives an enthusiastic nod.

“I’m going to go and check on her. Make sure she’s okay. And then I’m gonna bring her back here. Is that alright?”

“That’s alright. But I have a question first. Is that okay?”

“Always.”

“I don’t want to upset you.”

“Believe me, it takes a lot.”

“When do I call you ‘daddy’? ‘Cause I’ve only known you as Tyler, and I don’t know if I’m ready yet. To NOT call you Tyler. Is that wrong? That I’m not ready to call you anything else?”

“That’s not wrong. At all. I know all of this is hard. It’s a lot to hear. And make sense of.”

“So when? When do I call you something else?”

“Whenever you’re ready to. Whenever it feels right. That’s all that’s important. What’s right for YOU. Don’t worry about anyone else. Just yourself. I’ll be around. I can wait as long as you need me to.”

“Promise you’ll be around? Even if it takes a long time? You promise you won’t leave me? And momma?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Millie. Ever. You and your mum are stuck with me. Sorry.”

Giggling she wraps her arms around his neck and pecks his cheek. “I do love you, you know.”

“I know.” He embraces her as tight as her little body will allow, then places a kiss on her temple. “And I love you. You know THAT, yeah?”

“Yeah…” Millie issues a long, content sigh, then rests her head on his shoulder. “...I do.”

*****

He finds her in the master bathroom, perched on the edge of the bathtub; eyes puffy and red from crying, a pile of used tissues by her feet.

“You okay?”

“She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“You were right there. You heard her say it.”

“She could never hate you. You’re her mother.”

“I hate MY mother.”

“Yeah? So? So do I.”

“So that means you hate me, too.”

“Don’t start that shit again. No one hates you. Least of all ME. I have very good, solid reasons to hate your mother.”

“Millie has a VERY good and solid reason.”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s a hell of a shock, you know? To hear something like that. Especially when you’re only four years old. Fuck, it’s a lot to digest as an adult. But she does not hate you. She was hurt, and she was angry, and she lashed out.”

“Boy, it’s true,” Esme rips a tissue from the nearby box; sniffling noisily as she dabs at her eyes. “About the apple not falling far from the tree. She really IS her father.”

“I’m going to ignore that.”

“You heard her, Tyler. You heard everything she said. She even called me stupid.”

“You know damn well that your daughter…OUR daughter…doesn’t hate you. And she doesn’t think you’re stupid, either. Babe, she was upset. She just dropped it on her. How did you want her to react?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“She’s been through a lot. In the past week ALONE. And hearing that…that I’m her dad and you’ve been keeping it a secret…it was just too much for her. She’s just a little girl. I know she’s smart as hell, but she’s still only four. Get her some slack.”

“It just hurt, you know. To hear her say that. It was my worst fear; that she’d hate me for keeping her from her dad.”

“Look at me,” he gently orders as he kneels down in front of her; using calloused fingertips to clear wayward strands of hair away from the sides of her face. A thumb passing over her lips as he cups her cheek in his palm. “Please?”

She raises her chin from her chest.

“Millie does NOT hate you. You’re her mum. And you’re a damn good mum. An AMAZING one. She was just angry and hurt and that was the only one she knew how to express it. That’s all it was. She didn’t mean it.”

“When did you become an expert on child behaviour?”

“I have done this before, remember? And believe me, Austin could be damn mouthy when he wanted to be.”

“So he took after his dad, too, huh?”

“She is so much like him, Esme. She has so much of him inside of her. I saw it that first day; just the way she carried herself, the way she laughed, and how even the smallest things just made her so excited. And he loved drawing and colouring, too.”

“Does she look like him?”

“A little. He had a lot of his mum in him, though. Millie…”

“Physically, she is ALL you. I knew she was going to look like her dad. I mean, at my thirty-two-week ultrasound, they got a perfect side pic of her, and she damn well had your profile. She had your chin and the line of your jaw and even your nose. Well, your nose BEFORE it got all busted up a few times.”

“You love my nose.”

“I do.” She trails a fingertip over the bump in the bridge, then the scar that curves over top of it. “I love everything about you.”

“Do you still have that picture? Of her?”

“I have so many. There’s so much stuff. I started collecting things and putting them away; as soon as I found out that I was pregnant up until about eight months ago. When I moved in with Alessio, Nik took everything for me and kept it safe. I didn’t want him to find any of it. I didn’t want him to know about me. The REAL me. Or my past. He didn’t deserve to.”

“Maybe we can grab that stuff sometime. Or get Nik to ship it to us. I’d like to see it.”

“I saved it for you. So you could see what she was like; from the time she was born until the time you met her. I know it wouldn’t have made a difference; it wouldn’t have made you less hurt or angry. And it wouldn’t have replaced everything you missed out on. But I wanted that for you. To at least SEE those things.”

“It wasn’t easy for you. I know it wasn’t. And I’m sorry. If I’ve made you feel like I don’t care about any of that. How you must have felt and everything you must have been going through. I never meant to make you feel like it never mattered.”

“I never wanted to leave you. It was the last thing I wanted. I wanted ‘always and forever’ and ‘happy ever after’. Whatever that would have looked like for us.”

“We‘re still going to get that. It just didn’t happen the way we planned it. Things got a little sidetracked and delayed…”

“Just a bit.”

“...but we’ll get there. We’ve already started.”

“I’m sorry. That I told her. I know we planned on doing it together. I know you wanted to be there when it happened. It just..”

Laying a hand on the nape of her neck, he pulls her into him and kisses her forehead. “It’s alright, Me. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“She started talking about her dad. And how she didn’t want to meet him anymore. Because she found you and loves you and she was scared that her dad would come along and take her away from you. And it just freaked me out; hearing her talk about those things and being so adamant about it. Because her dad is right here, and she doesn’t even know it, and it seemed so unfair for her NOT to know and…”

“It’s okay, Esme. Everything’s alright. I’m not mad. Not in the slightest.”

“That’s NOT how I wanted her to find out.”

“Better out than in, yeah? It wasn’t the best way for it to happen, but…”

“Is she okay? How did she handle it? How…?”

“She’s so tough. So resilient. I’ve never seen a kid THAT strong. What have you been feeding her?”

She manages a laugh. “I told you. She’s YOU.”

“No. That’s all her mum. Her mum is the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

“That’s not true, and you know it.”

“It IS true. When do I ever bullshit?”

“Never. Not about serious things like that.”

“Millie’s fine. She just had the rug pulled out from under her. But we had a nice, long talk about her mum and why she did the things she did. And I told her that no matter how hurt and angry I am at times, I will defend you. No matter. Against anyone. Even her.”

“Boy, do you ever have your work cut out for you. That girl is pretty damn headstrong. She’s a bit of a challenge.”

“Babe, don’t hate me for saying this, but she gets that from you.”

“I am NOT that bad.”

“You are, and then some. I just let her know that I wouldn’t put up with that shit; her talking to her mum like that. And I told her that I love you. That I always have. That I always will.”

A soft knock comes to the door. “Mommy?” Millie’s voice is uncharacteristically tiny. Nervous. “Mommy, are you in there?”

“I am. Tyler’s here too.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course you can.”

The little one lets herself into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and then sheepishly approaching her mom. In possession of a peace offering; pink construction paper cut into the shape of a heart and sprinkled with purple and silver glittering and decorated with stickers of rainbows and unicorns. “I made this for you, momma. Don’t worry, I didn’t use the scissors. Abuela did that part.”

Tears threaten once more as Esme accepts the gift; giving a small, choked sob when she opens the card and discovers its message. Done with so much care, patience and love; letters of various sizes and facing different directions. Declaring her the best mommy ever and Millie the luckiest kid alive- so carefully and lovingly printed- on the inside. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you. I love it.”

“I’m sorry, momma. That I said bad things to you. And hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean them. I was just angry. And really sad. I still am.”

“And that’s okay, sweetpea. To be angry and sad. It’s a horrible thing that I did. And I’m so sorry. I am so, so, so sorry.”

“I love you always. No matter what. But right now, I’m really upset with you. Tyler told me that’s okay; that we can be upset at someone but still love them.”

“Tyler…your dad…is a very smart man.”

“I know you were just trying to protect me. But it still hurts. That I didn’t get to meet my dad. Until now.”

“I know it does. I’d never deny you that, Millie. I’d never say your feelings are wrong.”

“But I DO love you. I’m just a little pissed off.”

“You’re allowed to be. I totally understand why you are.”

“I still want snuggles, though. Even though I’m mad. Can I have some? Some snuggles? Maybe Tyler will snuggle with us too.”

“He scowls. “Tyler doesn't snuggle.”

“I know that isn’t true. When I woke up this morning, you and momma were asleep, but you were snuggling.”

“Your mum is the one that likes to snuggle.”

“I think you like it too.’

“You’re right,” he concedes, then gathers his ‘girls’ in his arms. Pressing a kiss to one forehead, then the other. “But I’m telling you right now; if you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill you.”

Laughing, Millie then curls an arm around his neck and noisily kisses his cheek. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

******

Three hours later, they stand alongside the dining table; the suite a hub of activity as the countdown begins. A mixture of nerves and adrenaline among the team; the rush that comes with a mixture of confidence, worry, and fear. The world around them so unpredictable; the expectation that danger…perhaps death…lingers around every corner.

“It’s weird,” Esme says as she watches him ‘gear up.’ “Seeing you like this.”

“You’ve seen me like this before. Maybe not in this exact stuff, but…”

“Sometimes it seems like such a long time ago. Dhaka. And then other days…”

“Feels like it was just last week.”

She nods. “So much has changed since then. WE’VE changed.”

“For the better, or…”

“I mean, not like there was anything horrible about the way we were. We were just…different. We were at different places in our lives. Different crossroads.”

“Not to mention my body ached less back then,” Tyler teases. “Five years ago, just one of my shoulders could tell you if it was going to rain. Now it’s both AND my right knee.”

“You went through a lot. After Dhaka. No one expected you to live, let alone walk out of that hospital.” “You did.”

“I knew you weren’t going to give up. That you were going to fight your way back. I know that sounds weird; considering we’d only known each other for less than a week. But I already knew you were too stubborn to die. That this universe couldn’t get rid of you that easily.”

“I only fought my way back for you. So I could have more time to drive you completely insane.”

“You weren’t THAT bad. You occasionally got on my already frayed nerves, but…” She lightly smacks his butt. “...you were really hot, so it made it a bit easier to deal with.”

A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You always grope your mercenaries like that?”

“That was hardly groping. And no, I don’t. Only the really tall, blue-eyed, tatted-up Australian ones.”

“You meet a lot of them, do ya?”

“Tons,” she teases. “They’re a dime a dozen. I do like it, though.” She smoothes her palms down the front of his bulletproof vest. “You’ve always looked really good in black. It’s very sexy.”

“You’re nervous, aren’t you.”

Sighing, she fidgets with the frayed hem on the waist of his jacket. “Is it that obvious?”

He holds his thumb and forefinger half an inch apart. “Just a bit. You always talk about crazy shit when you’re nervous.”

“What’s so crazy about it? It’s a compliment. Okay, so maybe it isn’t exactly the right TIME to be saying it…”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I appreciate the ego-stroking.”

“And you are a whole other level of hot. When you’re all geared up. It’s so intimidating and masculine and badass. Not that you aren’t masculine or badass all the time, but it’s just heightened, you know? And with that jacket and the vest over it? You look even thicker.”

He smirks, then nods his thanks to Yaz when he hands him his earpiece for communications, popping it into place before turning back to Esme. “Listen, if you call me fat one more time…”

“I’ve already explained this to you. I’m not calling you fat. I’m calling you THICK. It’s two totally different things.”

“In your warped little mind, anyway.”

“And even if you were, I’d still be madly in lust with you.”

“So we’ve narrowed it down, have we?” He chides, and snags a bulletproof vest from the supply case open in the middle of the table. “To just lust?”

“Well, I DO love you. That’s never in question. But sometimes the lust does have a slight edge. Are you telling me that there are never times when you don’t lust me more than you love me?”

“I love and lust you in equal amounts.”

“You are so diplomatic.”

“They’re both huge amounts, in case you haven’t figured that out.”

“You really ARE just a big sap.”

“Remember how you said maybe it isn’t the time or place for certain talk? Well, this is it. This is the time and place. Are you honestly feeling that confident? Insulting the guy that’s in charge of keeping your ass in one piece?”

“Like you would ever let anything happen to me. Regardless of how annoyed you are.”

“It’s because you’re so cute. You get away with a lot. Arms up.”

She does as instructed, her eyes never leaving his face as he slips the garment over her head. Tugging firmly at the fabric until it settles perfectly just above her waist; calloused palms smoothing down the front and back before his fingers begin tending to the velcro straps. And she notices the very distinct change in him in his persona. The seemingly smooth and easy transition from the angry and vulnerable Tyler from the night before to stern and focused -and extremely intuitive and skilled- mercenary. The darkness that now inhabits his eyes, the edge and the authority that creeps into his voice, the confident and assertive body language.

It’s the Tyler she remembers from years ago. The one who had tended to her vest and made sure she was feeling safe and secure in her own skin before sending her on her way. It had been those rough and rugged edges that had started the tumble into blinding lust and unprecedented love, but it had been what lay beneath that had sealed it. Those five days in the dirty little room had allowed her access to the Tyler that he hid from everyone else. Not just the softness and the lingering humanity that this weary and broken man still possessed, but the tenderness and patience and adoration that he had poured upon her. And she repeats her actions from that day as she reaches up to clear locks of hair from his furrowed brow; a shaky yet reassuring smile curving her lips.

“I was just thinking about how…” A startled gasp interrupts her words, a grimace replacing the smile. “Ow! Too tight! My lungs do need space to work!”

“Sorry.” He adjusts the straps. “I think I was being a little overcautious there.”

“Yeah, just a bit.”

Hands keeping a firm hold on the shoulders of the vest, he pulls her into him, lips pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. A pure and innocent form of intimacy that brings tears to her eyes; so many words left unsaid, yet so many promises being made at the same time. “What were you thinking about?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t have asked.”

“Dhaka.” She notices the beginnings of his scowl and quickly adds, “But not the bad things. About when you dropped me off. Before going to get Ovi out of that apartment. You did the same thing; you wouldn’t let me put on my vest. You insisted on doing it. Didn’t give me much of a chance, actually.”

“I needed to make sure you’d be safe. It made me feel better. Doing it for you.”

“Maybe this sounds really odd, but I liked it. Then AND now.”

“You ARE really odd,” he teases, shooting her a wink before turning back to his selection of equipment. “Now, don’t make me regret this. Don’t get trigger-happy and shoot me in the ass.”

“Ooooo….” She accepts the weapon offered; slipping the Glock out of its holster and checking the magazine. “...a shiny toy just for me. I don’t get another clip?”

“I’m hoping you won’t need to use that one. IF, for some reason, you run out, I’ve got more.”

“By the way, I would NEVER shoot you in the butt,” she assures him as she returns the revolver to its holster, then reaches under her coat and clips it to the waist of her jeans. “It’s too nice of an ass to take any chances with. But there was this guy that I served with in Kabul, that put his sidearm down on a lawn chair and then sat on it. Took a nine-millimetre right between the legs. Came out of it okay. Well, one ball less, mind you.”

“You shot him in the nuts, didn’t you.”

“I am completely innocent. Although he pissed off enough people that I’m sure a lot of us WANTED to.”

“Okay…listen…” He firmly seizes her by both shoulders. “...I know you’re not just a regular client off the street, and you have a lot of personal experience with shit like this, so I don’t know exactly why I’m about to say what I’m going to…”

“Force of habit?”

“..and I’m not trying to be a complete asshole, so…”

“It’s okay, Tyler. I get it. If anyone does, it’s me.”

“You stay close to me. At all times. Always behind, never in front. Unless I tell you otherwise. You listen to everything I say. Whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it, you don’t hesitate. You don’t give me a hard time, you don’t argue, you don’t second guess me, and you don’t question a goddamn thing. If I want your opinion or your ideas, I’ll ask for them. Got it?”

She nods.

“You wanna get out of here alive, you cooperate. Now, I know how much pleasure you get out of being a complete pain in my ass…”

“One of the greatest joys of my life.”

“…but I really need you to toe the line. This isn’t a regular job. This isn’t Dhaka; we’re not partners this time. This is MY show to run. So I need you to just go easy on me, yeah? Just do what I say? Because this is way too personal, and I have way too much to lose. So does Millie. She needs her mum. And at the risk of being called a sap, I kinda need her too.”

“That’s not sappy at all. It’s beautiful.”

“That’s even WORSE than being called sappy, you realize that, yeah?”

Finishing the tightening of his own vest, he checks the magazine on both rifle and sidearm; locking and loading before disabling the safety switches. Noticing out of the corner of his eye the way she anxiously rocks back and forth on her heels and gnaws at the inside of her cheek; her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her jacket. And he’s amazed at how easily it is to make that switch; to abandon the harder and more aggressive and assertive version of himself in order to become exactly what she needs at that moment.

“Hey…” His tone is gentle yet firm as he settles a gloved hand on the back of her neck and lightly squeezes. “...you’re alright. You’re safe. With me. I’m going to get you outta here. All you gotta do is trust me.”

“I do. I DO trust you.”

“Everything’s going to be okay,” he assures her as his fingers massage her tense muscles. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

Taking in a deep, trembling breath, she releases it slowly; eyes briefly closing as his lips brush against her brow. “I hope so.”

“Getting close to showtime.” Alcott, as he and Abeula join them. Millie perched upon his hip, already clad in winter boots, hat and mitts, her coat unzipped to reveal the child-size bulletproof vest worn underneath. Posie the doll, tucked tightly under one arm, Franklin the stuffed koala under the other. “I think we’re ready. Are we?” He lightly pinches and tickles the little one’s tummy, managing to get a giggle and a smile out of her.. “Are YOU ready, sunshine?”

“As I’ll ever be!”

Esme steps forward; zipping Millie’s coat and straightening the brim on her beanie. “You be good for Uncle Duey and AB, okay?”

“I’m always good!”

“Mmmhmm. Sure you are.”

“Well, maybe not ALWAYS, but most of the time. And why do I gotta wear this thing?” Reaching under the shoulder of her coat, she pulls at the fabric of the vest. “It’s tight! I don’t like it. It’s making me sweat!”

“We’re all wearing them. We match. It’s like a team uniform. Why should we leave you out? You’re part of the team.”

“Mom…” Millie tilts her head to the sigh and regards her in disdain. “...I KNOW what it is. I KNOW it stops bullets. I get why you guys have to wear them, but why ME?”

“Because bad people are crazy, and they love to hurt people. Especially innocent people. And I don’t want you to be one of them. It makes me feel better, okay? Knowing you’re wearing that. Makes me know that you’re safe and sound.”

“I am safe with Uncle Duey. He can protect me.”

“But wearing that vest makes you EXTRA safe,” Alcott points out. “And that’s a good thing, yeah? To be extra safe? I know I like to feel extra safe. That’s why I wear one.”

“You’re safe because you carry a gun, Uncle Duey.”

“Guns don’t protect you from other guns. So having one makes me safe, but wearing one of those makes me extra safe. Make sense?”

“I suppose. I still don’t like it, though. It’s uncomfy. I can’t breathe.”

“You’re breathing just fine, judging by the amount of talking you’re doing. Just like your mum, yeah? Talk, talk, talk.”

“That’s ‘cause we both have a lot to say! We’re very opinionated!”

“You’re very something alright. How do you even know that word? Opinionated? You’re four.”

“‘Cause I’m smart! Like momma. She’s pretty brainy, you know.”

“I beg to differ. She did get mixed up with your dad after all and…”

Esme takes her daughter’s face in her hands. “You and I need to have a chat, little miss. It’s very important that you hear what I have to say, okay?”

Millie nods.

“I want you to listen to everything Uncle Duey and AB say. Whatever they tell you to do, whatever they tell you to say, you do it. You don’t argue with them, you don’t pitch a fit, you don’t ask why. You just do what you’re told. It’s very important that you do. You understand that, right?”

“I understand.”

“All you need to do is cooperate. Just stay calm and do whatever they say. If you do, things will go by really fast, and you won’t have time to be scared.”

“I’m already scared, though.”

“You’re in very good hands. There’s not many people I trust. Especially when it comes to you. It’s a very small list. And you know what? Uncle Duey is right near the very top. Because I know nothing bad is going to happen to you when he’s around. That he’ll do whatever he has to, to keep you safe. And you’ll have AB with you and Uncle John when you pick him up. Baby sweets, you are going to be with three of the strongest people I have EVER met.”

“But I’m not gonna be with YOU. Or Tyler.”

“I know it would make you feel better; if you were with us. But this really IS for the best. I wouldn’t send you away if it weren’t. And it’s not permanent. It’s not even CLOSE. It’s just for a little bit.”

“How long’s a little bit?”

“An hour. At the most.”

“That’s a long time.”

“I know it seems like it, but it’s really not. It’s going to go by really fast, babe. I promise. You just buckle yourself in tight, put your earphones on, and watch something on your tablet. You do that, and before you know it, you’ll be at the airport. And we’ll all be one step closer to getting out of here and starting our new life somewhere else.”

“And you’ll be there? At the airport?”

“You’ll get there first. You’ll have to wait for me.”

“For how long?”

“Not long at all. Probably just a few minutes. Believe me, Millie, if it could be any other way, it would be. If it were safe for you to stay with me, you wouldn’t be going off with Uncle Duey and AB. But remember what your dad told you? About how he has to really concentrate? On getting me out of here? Do you remember that?”

“I remember.”

“And that if you were with us, he’d be so worried about you that he wouldn’t have all his attention on me and…”

“And that’s when bad things happen. When he doesn’t put all his attention on something.”

“Exactly. He just wants everyone safe. That’s all. And sending you with Uncle Duey? That’s what it does; keeps everyone safe. We’re not sending you away because you’ve been bad or because we’re punishing you or anything like that. We’re doing it because we want you to be okay. And because we love you. You know that, right? How loved you are?”

The four-year-old nods.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Amelia. The best gift anyone could have ever given me. And I don’t want that taken from me. I don’t want something happening to you. I just want you safe. That’s all. And this keeps you safe.”

“And we’ll see each other soon?”

“Very soon. It won’t be very long. We’re leaving right after you are. We’re taking a different way so we’ll be a bit late, but we’ll get to the airport not long after you. I promise. I love you so much. So, so, so much.”

“I love you, too, momma. Bunches.”

“How many bunches?”

“Tons and tons and tons!”

“That’s a lot of bunches.” She pecks Millie’s cheek, then her temple, before squeezing her tightly. “Too-da-loo, kangaroo.”

Giggling, Millie noisily pecks her mother’s lips. “Adieu, cockatoo!”

“Hey…” Tyler lays a hand on the back of the four-year-old’s head, then leans down to lightly knock his forehead against hers. “...you behave. I don’t want to hear any different.”

“I will,” Millie promises, then shakes a finger at him. “And you behave too! Don’t get hurt! And make sure you take care of momma! Bring her back to me, okay?”

“I’ll do whatever I have to make sure that happens.” Offering Millie a fist, she curls her tiny fingers into one of her own; beaming up at him as she taps her clenched hand against his.

“And remember, you promised that when we got to Australia, I could hold a snake AND a big spider!”

“A snake and a spider, huh?” Esme stares at him pointedly, both eyebrows raised. “Really…”

“Come on now…” Tyler playfully tousles his daughter’s hair. “...you weren’t supposed to say that out loud.”

Eyes sparkling, Millie covers her mouth with both hands and giggles into them. “Ooops.”

“We’ll see you in a little bit,” Abuela promises as she tightly embraces Esme. “Take care of one another. Watch each other’s backs.”

“Always,” the younger woman assures her, then offers a shaky smile. “Please keep my baby safe. If anything happens to her…”

“She’s going to be just fine. Like you said, she’s in great hands. Just worry about yourself. That’s all you need to do. Keep your head on your shoulders, breathe, and rely on each other to get the hell out of here. And don’t give this poor man a hard time…” Reaching up, she gently taps Tyler’s cheek. “...he’s been through enough. And he’s already complaining about the amount of gray hair he already has. Try not to give him anymore.”

“This is Esme we’re talking about. Giving me gray hair is her specialty.”

Rolling her eyes, she playfully elbows him in the ribs. Thankful for the strong, supportive hand that settles on the nape of her neck and gives her weak, trembling knees a reprieve; her body leaning against his as it seeks both comfort and reassurance.

“Two minutes,” Nik calls from across the room, immediately followed by the last-minute securing of weapons and loading of magazines and the fastening of velcro. The tech team hurriedly logging off their computers and packing away their equipment as Yaz prepares to shut down the hotel’s security system; able to monitor it through just his cell phone.

Wick approaches the group as the group moves towards the door, slipping into his own bulletproof vest and then scooping up a storage case that contains the pieces of his rifle.

“You ready for this?” Alcott inquires, a smirk curling his lips. “Think your old ass is up to it?”

“Just another day at the office.”

“Make sure you’re right where I’m supposed to pick you up. ‘Cause if you’re not there, I’m leaving you behind. You can take the subway. Or an Uber.”

“Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be there. Just make sure you don’t get lost. I know you’re used to driving on the other side of the road and all that, but…”

“Have you noticed the kind of men you allow into your life?” Alcott playfully tugs on Esme’s ponytail. “You’ve got the smart-mouthed, severely depressed, alcoholic American, the nappy-headed, big-eared, ugly ass muppet from Australia. You have a soft spot for mangy strays?”

“Obviously. Or you and I wouldn’t be friends.”

“I set myself up for that, didn’t I.”

“Left yourself WIDE open.” Turning to Wick, she stands on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then tightly embraces him. “Be careful, okay? Stay safe.”

“I always try my best. See you on the other side.”

Tyler offers a hand in appreciation. “Thank you. For everything. Especially getting them out of there the other night. If you hadn’t done that…”

“When Nik called, I didn’t hesitate. Of course I was going to be there.”

“ I know this can’t be easy for you; going against Winston after all he’s done for you.”

“I don’t regret my decision. After all…” Wick casts a glance at Esme, offering a wink and a small smile. “...I have my own amends to make.”

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[littledrummeraussie]

How are our sweet levi and super dad ash doing?😊

Our lovely Levi and his Dad are always up to have some fun, and it was definitely the case during Christmas time. (Maybe a little late this time, but still.) You can read more about Levi and Ashton in the Super Dad ABC series.

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Daddy Grinch. [a Levi and dad!Ashton blurb]

warnings: mostly just fluffy family cuteness. some naughtiness added for good measure at the end because Mommy and Daddy are, well, naughty.

word count: 1344

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“When will Santa come?”

“What makes you think he will stop by here?”

Levi’s lips formed a pout as he looked at Ashton, throwing a green rubber duck his way which Ashton caught quickly, putting it on his own head, smiling at his son. His arms were resting on the side of the bathtub, fingers dangling into the water before smearing some suds onto Levi’s nose, making the little boy finally huff out a giggle, trying to clean it off.

It was closing his bedtime, but Levi was too hyper to go to sleep, excited to meet Santa. You’ve tried to explain to him that Santa’s not going to visit the house until he’s not asleep, but he was stubborn and said he’s gonna wait for him anyway. You rolled your eyes and whispered to Ashton that Levi was definitely his son, and he just shrugged, flashing you a cheeky smile that he also knows someone who’s just as stubborn as the little blond boy currently munching on his gingerbread cookie.

“I was a good boy this year, Daddy,” Levi declared, reaching for the green duck which Ashton gave back to him, leaning closer to press a kiss onto the top of his head.

“Should we ask Mommy if she thinks you’ve made the Nice List this year?” Ashton reached for a towel when Levi nodded, quickly wrapping it around him when he lifted the little boy from the tub.

Ash took Levi back to his room to dry him off, helping him put on the new pyjamas his grandma from Australia sent him, the reindeers on it making it the perfect Christmas wear. Levi got hold of Mr. Wolfie before running down the stairs, Ashton trying to keep up with him and catching him at the bottom, throwing him over his shoulder.

“Gotcha!” he fell back onto the couch with his son, pulling him into his lap and blowing a raspberry onto his stomach, making him squeal with delight.

“Well, look at you! Aren’t you just the cutest little kid in town?” you leaned against the doorframe, smiling at your boys. “Come and show me your PJs!”

Levi quickly ran to you and wrapped his tiny arms around your legs, already babbling about Santa and all. Ashton watched the two of you from the couch, heart full as you sat on the floor, your son in your lap while you promised him that he definitely made the Nice List. He even took pictures of the two of you, wanting to set them as his background picture, just like he’d done it from the moment he found out you were pregnant.

“Come on Munchkin, let’s put some cookies out for Santa, okay?” you pressed another kiss on the top of Levi’s head, and he nodded, scurrying to the kitchen. “You’re coming, Ash?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he winked at you, helping you up and leading you towards the kitchen as well.

A good 20 minutes later there was a plate set on the coffee table next to the Christmas tree, along with a glass full of milk. Ashton’s been whispering funny remarks to you all through your set up, making it hard not to laugh out loud. Even though you both knew that Santa didn’t exist and that you’ll be the ones who will eventually eat the cookies and all, you still wanted to give the whole experience to Levi, not wanting to ruin the wonder and magic of Christmas. Now Levi was trying to put everything on the plate, not wanting the cookies and the carrots he insisted on for the reindeers to touch each other. He was a very generous little boy as he did pile six or seven gingerbread cookies onto each other, making sure Santa didn’t leave the house too hungry.

Ashton was sitting next to him, pretending to help but in reality he was taking a video of his son, commenting through the whole thing as Levi either asked him to help or made his own comments at his daddy. He was holding a cookie in his hand as he contemplated where to put it, and Ashton couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward, playfully biting off the head of a snowman.

“Noooo, Daddy! That’s for Santa!” the little boy gave him a pout and an offended look, something that looked cuter than it should have.

“Sorry kiddo,” Ash giggled, pecking his cheek. “Let me bring another!”

“You’re the Grinch, Daddy,” Levi still pouted when Ashton brought back some more cookies as a peace offering. “You don’t want Santa to bring me my presents because you’re on the Naughty List and you’re not getting any!”

“I’m sorry, Levi,” he cooed at the little boy, pulling him into his lap and hugging him. “I’ll promise I’ll behave. I don’t want to scare Santa away.”

You watched the interaction from the kitchen, hiding your own giggles at your two loves bickering back and forth. If only Levi knew how high on the Naughty List his dad was…

In the end Levi couldn’t keep being upset as he cuddled up with Ashton, intending to watch Christmas movies until Santa finally arrived. He only made it 30 minutes into the new Grinch movie before he fell asleep on his daddy’s shoulder, wrapped in a blanket and a hug. Ashton opened his arm for you so you could snuggle in there too for a little bit, a content sound leaving his lips as you buried your face in his neck.

“I’m the luckiest man on Earth,” he whispered, resting his head on top of yours. “I love you two, so much.”

“We love you too, Daddy Grinch,” you giggled, pressing a kiss where you could reach him. “We should put the little monkey to bed. We still have a lot to do.”

“Like eating all those cookies left for Santa?” he wiggled his eyebrows, smiling down at you.

“Don’t forget the carrots,” you poked his side, both of you exchanging another laugh.

Ashton took Levi upstairs, tucking him and Mr. Wolfie into bed, before taking a few minutes to write him a little note in the name of Santa, thanking him for the treats left for him. He left the card next to the plate which soon became empty, the two of you munching on the cookies and the carrots as you put the presents under the tree, stuffing the stockings and cleaning up any remaining wrapping papers that would give away the whole game.

You were finishing the last of the dishes when Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek sweetly. You felt something soft bumping against your head, and as you turned around you saw your husband with a Santa hat on top of his head, the pompom swinging around as he shook his head to give you a show.

“You’re so silly,” you muffled your giggle against his chest, his hands slowly sliding down your hips to your ass, squeezing it lightly. “You know, I do prefer Santa Daddy.”

“Hmm, but if I’m Santa Daddy, then I cannot be on the Naughty List,” he gave you a cheeky smile. “But I can definitely put you on top of it.”

“And if I wanna be on top of Santa Daddy?” you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, brushing your lips against his. “Where does that put me, huh?”

“Oh, that puts you on Santa’s special list…” Ashton nipped your bottom lip in return, stifling your moan with his own lips. “Santa’s very special list for the hottest, naughtiest, sexiest Mommy on Earth…”

“Shall we check this Naughty List out? Just to be sure I’m on it?” you tugged on the pompom of Ashton’s hat, at which he quickly picked you up, shutting off the lights as he left the kitchen and the living room, moving to the bedroom with you.

“It is my pleasure, baby. Santa Daddy’s gonna make sure you’re punished or rewarded accordingly.”

It never felt this satisfying, making the top of the Naughty List.

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[pyjamassaustralia]

Bedtime Bonding: A Matching Family Pajama Magic

Matching family pajamas, also known as family matching sleepwear or family pajama sets, are a popular choice for families who want to celebrate special occasions or create memorable moments together. These pajama sets feature coordinated designs that are typically the same or similar for all family members, creating a cohesive and fun look. Matching family pajamas are available for various occasions, including holidays, birthdays, and other family gatherings. Here are some key points about matching family pajamas:

Holiday-Themed Matching Pajamas: One of the most common occasions for wearing matching family pajamas is during the holiday season, especially Christmas. These pajamas often feature festive prints, such as Santa Claus, reindeer, snowflakes, or Christmas trees.

Variety of Styles: Matching family pajamas come in a wide range of styles and fabrics. You can find options like traditional flannel pajamas, onesies, T-shirt and shorts sets, and more, allowing you to choose the style that suits your family's preferences and the season.

Sizes for All Family Members: Manufacturers typically offer sizes for adults, children, and sometimes even infants, ensuring that the entire family can participate in the matching pajama tradition.

Pets Included: Some brands offer matching pajamas for pets, so your furry family members can join in on the fun.

Photo Opportunities: Matching family pajamas are perfect for creating memorable family photos. Many families use these photos for holiday cards or social media posts to share their festive spirit.

Creating Traditions: Wearing matching pajamas can become a cherished family tradition, providing a sense of togetherness and fun during special occasions.

Customization: Some families choose to customize their matching pajamas with names or special messages to make them even more personal and unique.

Whether you're celebrating Christmas, a birthday, a family reunion, or simply want to create a special moment together, matching family pajamas can add a touch of fun and unity to the occasion. You can find a wide selection of matching family pajama sets at online retailers, department stores, specialty sleepwear shops, and during specific holiday seasons at various retail locations.

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[madmazmind]

Christmaxiel day 2: Ugly Christmas sweaters

"Come open then with me," Daniel called from the living room.

"But they are from your sister," Max responded, padding into the room in his pyjamas.

"Actually the package has your name on too," Daniel pointed out, showing the Christmas wrapping clad package to his boyfriend.

"Ok, then," Max said, a little apprehensive.

Daniel's sister sent him a pre-christmas package a few weeks before he could fly out to Australia, full of winter Christmas gifts, like wooly gloves or silly Santa hats. Daniel ripped open the package, revealing two woollen jumpers.

There was a note written in children's writing:

Merry Christmas Uncle Daniel and Uncle Max,

Hope you love the sweaters!

Love you lots xxxxx

"Oh my god," Max whispered.

"They're so adorable," Daniel agreed.

"Really hoping Michelle also wrote something to explain what the pictures are meant to be on here," Daniel mused. He turned the first navy blue jumper to the front, with something sewn into the wool with embroidery thread loosely.

"It says MV1, Daniel," Max explained, tutting.

"Does it?" Daniel asked.

"Yes," Max responded, grabbing the jumper and running his fingers over the thread.

The other card was folded into the middle of Daniel's jumper.

Hey Daniel and Max,

While we can't wait to have you here, Isaac and Issy just couldn't wait to send you two the fruits of their labour. Isaac has been doing sewing at school and Issy really did help.

Looking forward to seeing you and I'm so excited that you get to spend Christmas together. Finally.

They made these at school and I'm pretty sure nobody questioned why they were making them for Uncle Daniel and Uncle Max but if someone outs you in the next few days, I'm sorry, it's my kids.

Love to you both,

Michelle xxx

"You know you'll have to wear it," Daniel said.

"It's not a chore," Max replied.

"The actually jumpers are nice," Daniel suggested.

"They're made with love, don't be rude," Max scolded.

"You're such a sap," Daniel teased, pushing Max over to force the jumper over his head.

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[illadvisedselfships]

Merry Christmas in Australia!!!!

I have something to offer you on this holly holiday. F/O Christmas imagines!

Imagine celebrating Christmas with Callahan. He's pretty loaded, so you're definitely getting high end gifts. Buuuuuttt that's not all! You know those Christmasy fun things you see on YouTube or TikTok that you want to do, but you know it's out of your pay grade? Like a hot chocolate bar, or more fancy baked desserts that require specific ingredients? Well, sure Callahan is a jerk... But, for you, I'm certain he'll accommodate whatever you want to try... As long as you return the favor with whatever he wants to do with you 😏

Imagine trying to pull Cruella away from work. Before you, she probably worked through Christmas if she wasn't invited to any masquerades or parties. This year, nothing of the sort happened, so your mean wife is trying to get a head start on her spring fashion line. But you know that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a nice, at-home Christmas with your high class Cruella. Cruella may not be so easily swayed by your femine wiles like Callahan, though you are the only one on the planet who has a smidgen of a chance at getting Cruella out of her office and in her furs with a mug of cocoa. Do you succeed?

Imagine a cozy little Christmas with Jim!! He is a tad upset he didn't get a good poaching job before; he really wanted to treat you this year his inner sugar daddy shines through on your birthday and Christmas I bet. But you know how to take his mind off of it ^^ you tell him you don't need some fancy present or anything like that. All you need is your favorite outdoors man, some Christmas movies and snacks, and a blanket big enough for you two to share- or better yet, one of his flannels 😏

Imagine that since Otis celebrates Christmas early for you, you don't have to worry about fitting him in your Christmas Visits schedule so much. You can see him first! I.... Can't guarantee that the way the Fireflies celebrate Christmas is very family friendly. But I can say that Otis is definitely gonna try to be gross about the mistletoe tradition with you. Also, you can get away with putting a Santa hat on him this year. He'll be a grump about it, act like he doesn't want it, but note how he doesn't take it off (if it were Baby, he would have. But it came from you ^^)

I hope these put a smile on your face! Even if they are a little OOC I bet 😅 Merry Christmas!

Merry (belated) Christmas Eve In America!!!

SARAH!!

I completely wasn't expecting this- thank you so so much!! As you know I accidentally woke up way too early but it was completely completely worth it to read this and thank you before all the Christmas craziness began!!

Ahhh! These are so perfect, my heart is feeling all squirmy!! XDD They fueled me all day XD No really, whenever I got tired 💤💤💤 I started thinking about them and felt better XD

And- of course- I couldn't help it and had to write lil x reader excerpts for each of these ideas below the cut XDD I wanted to write them all, but the Christmas vibes are slipping away from me- so I just did Callahan and Otis! (Truly couldn't resist XD) XD I LOVED THEM ALL, THOUGH, I ASSURE YOU! XD

(Professor) Callahan x reader:

You weren't sure about staying over Christmas eve and spending Christmas morning with Aaron- it seemed pretty close. Intimate. Sentimental, for him. Sure, you were becoming closer but he didn't seem the type to do Christmas.

Definitely a Scrooge type, you thought.

But you're surprised to see him put in some effort this morning! Sure, he's just sitting there at the kitchen table with bedhead in his pyjamas (An oddly casual navy blue t-shirt and sweatpants combo that always makes you feel a little hot. Or a lot depending on how close he stood to you) drinking a black coffee while you open up expensive presents he shouldn't have got you and peer excitedly into a box of beautiful Christmas breakfast pastries he ordered this morning for you both, but its nice. Its... conventional, except for the fanciness of his townhouse and the gifts he got you. Its just the two of you, not flirting not fucking not arguing, just spending an almost domestic Moment together. It would almost be traditional, if it weren't for the nature of your relationship hanging over your heads- though you don't really mind that. Its cosy!

Finally after thanking him profusely for the gifts, and telling him he really didn't need to get you that much!!, you go get him his present; setting it in front of him with a childish Christmas eagerness. "This one's for you! Go ahead, open it."

"I can see you wrapped it yourself," He teases, picking it up with one hand and silently laughing at the crazy bad wrapping. Sighing and rolling your eyes with a grin, you shake your head at him and urge him to go on then- go on- stop harassing me about my sad gift wrapping skills and open it!

While he opens it, telling you he was looking for one of these when he realises what it is, you go and pick out a pastry for yourself and a Christmas tree donut for him, and sit down in the chair beside him; angling your knees towards him and resting your own feet on top of his under the table. He picks up the donut and gives it a good assessment, smirking in amusement at the silly food.

Meanwhile you wait a moment, thinking about it (About how unexpectedly good this morning has been with him so far. How warm you feel inside spending it with him. You really never expected it to be good like this, you expected him to ignore the holiday, but he did all this for you... ), before leaning over and gifting him a sweet kiss on the cheek. You couldn't help it. "Thank you, Cal, Merry Christmas."

"As much as I like my gift Y/N, you can pay me back in bed later." He tells you offhandedly, not even looking up from his curious silly breakfast. You almost laugh.

"Of course." You grin instead, shaking your head.

Otis B Driftwood x reader:

After the kiss under the mistletoe that leaves your lips bruised, your mouth tasting of all the shit that Otis puts in his (An amalgamation of bad alcohol, smokes, some cum, some blood, and bad - sometimes off, - food tasting something like rot and battery acid), and your ass in need of an ice pack from the way he squeezed it, he tries to just give you a dirty filthy smirk and leave you there- but you dig your fingers into the front of his tight shiur before he can and draw him back to you. "Not so fast."

"Wh- "

"Hold on." Giving him a mischievous look, you reach with one hand into your deep coat pockets (Your other hand still holding him there) and pull out something red and white, and fluffy. Immediately a groan rolls out of your feral boyfriend, his head actually falling back a moment. Your eyes widen at him with that cheeky smile, and you nod. "Uhuh, yes."

"Fuck. no."

"Fuck yes." You don't wait for him to agree, you know he never will; you just reach up onto your tip toes against him and pull the santa hat on over his hair. When you settle back down onto the heels of your feet and take in the full picture, his cranky unamused, bearded frown and stormy blue eyes and that innocent-looking santas hat on his head!!, you cant help but laugh. "You look so good!!"

"Aghh,"

"Really!" You laugh, covering your mouth. "I think I'm hot."

"Right." He rolls his eyes, setting his strong scarred hands on his hips- but not taking it off. That really just shows how good a mood he's in; allowing you your little joke. There's even a ghost of a smirk on his mouth. "Sure. I believe that crap."

Spurred on by his almost pleasant demeanour, you give him mommy finger and add; "You gotta keep it on the rest of the night.", a teasing grin on your lips to match his.

Giving a sigh and a shake of his head, Otis just shrugs at you, like- fucking fine! whatever~, walking off towards the drinks table. You watch him go, tucking your thumbs into your back pockets, the softest look on your face. If he was always like this... well, its not a thought even worth thinking about. But- its nice, when he is.

#thank youuuuu! again! #this brings me so so much joy!!

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