minnie 𝜗𝜚

COUNTLESS LATE NIGHTS had been occurring due to Arabella’s reluctance to go to sleep. Alfie was always the one to take it as his responsibility, taking her from you a couple hours after you’d nursed her and putting her to bed.

Three months had gone by since the most life-changing night of your life, and you couldn’t have asked for a better support network.

Arabella was most likely at her peak of neediness, constantly cooing and babbling for attention from either you or Alfie.

It was hard for him to juggle vlogging and trips to London while also dealing with a three-month-old, but he always made sure to be around at nighttime. Whether that meant staying up longer with her on his bare chest while he edited a video, or sitting beside her cot and muttering words until she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Things were starting to feel a little tense for you, frustrations stacking up and up and up over every little thing. Sometimes it was the lack of appropriate food in your fridge, sometimes it was the seemingly endless amount of baby toys scattering the floor, and sometimes it was Arabella’s whining.

No matter how many massages Alfie gave you at night before bed, the tension never left you, and you did still feel a little annoyed in the morning.

It had become something you’d just grown used to. Perhaps it was just part of your hormones levelling out again.

Whatever it was, you were hoping it would mellow out in the near future.

Alfie slid into bed beside you after finally settling your little girl into her cot. He dropped with a huff, ruffling the front of his hair with his large hand before rolling over and littering kisses along your shoulder.

“Y’okay, gorgeous?”

“Yeah.” You replied, switching your phone off and rolling over, “Is she out?”

“Like a light. Fingers crossed.” He said, giving a tentative look over to the baby monitor on his bedside table before turning back to you, “You look gorgeous tonight.”

“Only tonight?”

“No, every night.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Come here.” You beckoned him closer, and so he shuffled further along, “Open.”

“What? My mouth? You gonna spit in it?” He smirked.

You screwed your face up, “Enough.”

His laughter was contagious, but he kept his lips parted for you anyway. You brought your hands to either side of his face and hooked your thumbs into his mouth, tracing his overly sharp canines over and over again.

“What you doing, girl?” His words were warped slightly due to not being able to close his mouth.

“I missed these.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah. They’re sexy.”

“What, when they’d bite the inside of your thighs?”

You tutted at him, slapping his shoulder playfully.

“Oi, c’mere.” He muttered, his voice lowering and going slightly husky.

His laps attached to yours in what you thought was going to be an innocent caress, but swiftly turned hungry. You didn’t expect to be pinned under your boyfriend tonight, but here you were, hands interlocked with his on either side of your head, fingers squeezing against his.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.” His voice rumbled through you as he detached one of his hands, sliding it down your body.

He pushed up the hem of the shirt you were wearing (coincidentally, one of his) and bunching it around your stomach, baring the expanse of your hips and thighs to him.

Alfie’s fingers ran over the dark marks on either side of your hips, tracing the textured lines with soft fingers.

Your stomach caved inwards with a gnawing anxiety telling you that he was secretly scrutinising you. You hated this feeling. The feeling of self doubt and insecurity. It was beginning to cripple you mentally every single day and no matter how much you tried to will it away, it always came back to bite you in the ass at the worst moments, like right now.

Rearing your head back, you pushed it further into the pillow to detach your lips.

“Alfie.” You murmured.

“Hm?” He continued to litter little pecks down the column of your neck, his fingers still tracing the marks on your hips.

Marks that were a testament to the strength you’d carried through your pregnancy, whether that be emotionally or physically.

“I don’t—“ You swallowed thickly, trying to force back the gathering emotion in your throat. “Can you please … not?”

“Not what, angel?” He frowned, lifting his head from your neck.

His eyebrows formed a tight knot in the middle of his forehead, deep lines appearing, attributing to the look of concern.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s stupid.” You choked out laughter, wiping at your tears, “Sorry.”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise. Just talk to me.”

“You … Like, you touching my stretch marks? I don’t like it. I’m sorry, it just … It makes me feel self conscious. I know it’s stupid and you would never do anything to make me upset …”

You were rambling now, fast and panicked, like you’d made the wrong move even opening up about your feelings.

“Reader, darlin’, breathe a second.” Alfie spoke, hands cupping either side of your face, “Then let me talk.”

You nodded, inhaling deeply to gather yourself before finding the will to glance into your boyfriend’s loving, green eyes.

“Why you arsed about a couple stretch marks, hm?”

“It’s not just a couple. Alf, they’re everywhere.” You whispered like it was a secret to be kept from the world.

“I know, and you look great, darlin’.”

“No, Alfie.” You shook your head, “I don’t.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“They don’t suit me. I look weird.”

“You look perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re only saying that because—“

“I’m saying it because it’s true.”

You swallowed thickly, still not fully being able to wrap your head around the idea of him thinking you were perfect for any reason outside of being obligated to.

“Oi, look.” Alfie sat up, tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

Your eyes roved over his figure, taking in the lumps of muscle packed tight on his arms that formed the body you loved so dearly.

Along the stretch of his shoulders, were little white lines that almost resembled that of lightning bolts.

“See these? We’re matching.”

“Yours look cooler.” You grumbled.

He reared back in shock, “How? They’re the same.”

“Yours are barely visible. Mine are,” You looked down at them, “Right there.”

“Yeah, yours are hotter.”

“Alfie.”

“Reader.” He repeated back to you, dead serious and lowering himself back down to be chest-to-chest with you. “I think you’re the most gorgeous person to ever exist, and if you don’t believe me, I will happily show you how much I mean it.” He paused, “If you’re ready.”

You thought about it for a second.

It had been a while, at least in terms of how often you and Alfie were having sex prior to pregnancy. The only thing running through your mind was ‘what if it’s different?’. Like, different enough for either of you to make the decision that it isn’t quite what you want anymore.

Your body has changed along with your mind, and while Alfie’s hadn’t too much, there were still little adjustments being made every day, whether that be his mentality towards fatherhood or adopting new habits to help you out throughout the day.

Alfie recognised your hesitance and spoke up for you, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do.” You whispered, cupping the side of his face with one of your hands, “I do.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, nudging your nose with his, “You let me know if it feels funny, okay?”

“Okay.” You grinned back, letting him slot his lips against yours again with delight.

The pair of you found that comfortable rhythm that had been the leading cause of Arabella’s creation, lips moulding together and tongues rolling with a similar motion that your hips did.

There was a niggling feeling in the back of your mind that told you that the baby monitor was about to go off any minute now, but the moment Alfie’s hand slid between your legs, there wasn’t a thought in your brain except for ‘Jesus fucking Christ’.

A soft moan slid from your mouth to his, causing a shivering ripple of goosebumps to run up his spine.

He’d been dreaming of this for months, and he was finally able to pleasure you in a way no one else could ever or would ever.

“Gorgeous.” He muttered, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit over your underwear and rubbing in slow, softly stimulating circles.

You hummed in pleasure, letting your eyes flutter shut and head loll back as he continued to make you feel good until removing your clothes.

Laying underneath him used to be the most vulnerable thing in the world to you, but after he’d seen you at utter rock bottom — bleeding, sweating, screaming, sobbing — it felt like such a minuscule act. But what really amped up the emotion, was the way his eyes roved over your figure, taking in every square inch of your skin and really admiring the way your body had changed, adjusted, to cater for the child you were going to raise together.

“Fuck, darlin’. You are … unreal.”

The way he spoke was breathless, like he couldn’t believe that you were real, let alone his.

“Are you sure?” You whispered.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He kissed your cheek, before slowly descending his ever-so-soft pecks down your body, making sure to love up every section. From your collarbones, to your breasts, to your stomach, to your hips, and finally to your mound.

“I’ll go gentle, yeah?”

You nodded, pushing yourself up onto your forearms so you had a better view of him between your legs.

The first contact of his tongue to your sex had you shuddering in pleasure, head tilting back between your shoulder blades and fingers gripping at the sheets.

Upon seeing your visceral reaction, he doubled down in his efforts, gliding his tongue through your folds in a way that screamed of hunger and greed. The sounds coming from your pussy as he suckled on your clit were lewd. Mixing with your gentle moans, it was a scene that could’ve been straight out of a porn video.

“Can you cum for me?” He whispered, tracing circles over the lightning-like lines in your hips with the backs of his fingers.

You nodded, swallowing thickly and laying yourself back flat on the bed so you wouldn’t feel too weak when holding yourself up on shaky arms.

His curls were enticing to you, and your fingers found them at the same time his tongue returned to your clit, flicking over it with harsh pants before flattening and sucking.

Sneakily, he slid a finger into your pussy, a loud moan catching in your throat and being forced back down in the fear of awaking Arabella. He notched it once, then slid out and pushed a second finger in beside it, notching again and ticking that spongy spot inside you.

The fizzling in the base of your spine felt like a firework exploding in your stomach as your orgasm hit you, causing trembling thighs and a fast-rising chest.

“Oh God.” You panted afterward, smiling dazedly as Alfie lowered your legs back down, spread wide, so he could find his way back to your mouth.

The taste of you on his tongue had your stomach lurching and twisting.

“I love you so much, Reader.”

“I love you too.” You grinned.

You watched as he tugged his boxers down, his hard cock springing free.

“D’you want me to suck you off?”

Alfie’s head shot up before he began shaking it rapidly, “No. No, this is all about you. Yeah? I don’t need anything but you. I don’t want you going out of your way to do anything. Just … let me love you.”

The passionate drive behind his words had you tearing up, pursing your lips and nodding as he situated himself at your entrance.

Just as he lowered onto his forearms, he pushed forwards, carefully pressing into you and stretching your walls.

The burn was there, the one that made you feel like a virgin all over again.

“Mmm, wait.” You muttered, flattening your hands over his shoulders.

“What? You okay?”

You shook your head, “It hurts.”

“Okay, okay.” He nodded, wrapping a hand around his base and guiding himself out of you cautiously. “What do you need?”

“No, I— I want to, but, I just … I don’t feel, wet, enough.” You whispered it like it was a secret materialised to be embarrassed of.

Again he nodded, “We have lube.”

You swallowed thickly, watching as he reached over into the bedside table, digging around for a while before finding the small bottle.

It was initially cold against your skin, but you got used to the feeling pretty quickly, observing his usage of a generous amount.

This time it was better, smoother. You felt the burn again, as expected, but it didn’t make you feel the need to get him to stop.

His movements were slow drags, never thrusting with a harsh intent or trying to speed anything up. He paid attention to every micro expression on your face and kissed away the tears as they fell spontaneously.

“You alright?” He grunted.

“I love you.” You sniffled, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, followed by your ankles locking at his lower back.

“I love you too. More than anything.” Alfie kissed your shoulder, letting you engulf him like a koala and hold on as tight as you needed, “You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”

A hiccuping sob caught in your throat at his sincere words, and you buried your face in his neck, choking back a moan as he pushed forwards once more.

His rhythm stayed consistent, and tender, never pushing you to a limit he could sense you weren’t ready for yet.

“Alfie.” You whined when his tip grazed your g-spot like a gentle caress.

“Mmm.” He groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, “Feel so good.”

His hand found your chin, twisting your head towards his and licking into your mouth, entangling your tongues and locking your lips.

His thumb stroked over your hairline, fingers resting amongst your strands without tugging or causing pain. It was affectionate in a fragile way, it said all the things that needed to be said without him having to detach his lips from yours.

“I think I’m gonna cum.” He muttered against your mouth.

“Me too.” You whimpered as your hips began writhing impatiently.

Clattering to completion together felt better than any isolated orgasm he’d ever given you, and it only made you cling impossibly tighter to each other before flopping into a mess of knotted limbs.

His lips scattered over your sweat-slicked skin, kissing all over your shoulders and collarbones.

“I love you.” His voice was husky and hoarse.

“I love you too.” You giggled, rolling over and flopping yourself on top of him.

“Was that okay for you?”

“It was perfect, Alfie. You’re perfect.” You grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Mmm, you’re perfect-er.”

You giggled tiredly at his fake word, “That’s not a word.”

“I’ll make it a word just for you. In the dictionary, next to Reader, it’ll say ‘perfect-est girl in the whole world’.”

“… The definition goes under a word in the dictionary.”

Alfie paused, pursing his lips and frowning as he tried to remember the last time he opened any book, let alone looked at a dictionary for long enough to notice the layout.

“That too then.” He shrugged.

Suddenly, the baby monitor crackled, disturbing the moment with rustling and then a soft cry.

You closed your eyes, inhaling sharply before moving to get out of bed.

“Uh, no!” Alfie exclaimed, putting a hand on your shoulder and throwing you back down onto the bed.

“Alfie!” You cackled as he stepped into a pair of grey fabric shorts.

“Will you just shut up and go to sleep? I’ve got this.” He scoffed playfully.

“Milk’s on her dresser.” You beamed, getting cozy under the duvet.

“I know.” He waved you off before disappearing into the hallway.

Through sleepy, tired eyes, you watched the baby monitor, seeing and hearing Alfie coo at the wailing newborn before lifting her into his arms.

She fit against his bare chest perfectly, her cries dying down after a few minutes of gentle rocking and patting her back, but even then he continued, kissing her head softly.

The sight had your heart weeping at how good he was with her. He never raised his voice when her crying was incessant, and even if he got annoyed by her behaviour, he never let it manifest into something toxic.