code name (how we'll refer to y/n): elskede

children: elias ernst andersen, alma julia andersen

✷ frederik andersen and his wife met through a teammate's wife after she suggested y/n to help freddie design his home.

✷ they have two children together. their first, named elias andersen, was born july 2020. and ther second, alma julia andersen, was born april 2023.

✷ the nickname "elskede" comes from freddie who called y/n "elskede" when they first started dating.

✷ elias and gavin giroux are best friends.

✷ they have a dog named jasper who was the first person to figure out y/n was pregnant both times.

✷ elias’ middle name, ernst, comes from freddie’s dad. alma’s middle name, julia, was the name the couple almost named her.

✷ y/n works as an interior designer and decorates houses all throughout north carolina.

alma (pronounced ahl-muh)

You nodded, accepting his answer.

“Y/N! Are we going to help?”

“Coming!” You took Papa’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Daddy! Can Papa help?”

Your dad looked at him and gave him a knowing smile. “I don’t know, love. He might not…”

“I can help!” Your papa spoke up.

Your dad raised an eyebrow at your papa. “Alright. Could you grab the vanilla extract?”

Your papa’s eyes widened and he looked to you.

You giggled and motioned for him to bend down so you could whisper to him.

“It’s in the brown bottle up there,” you pointed to where you knew the vanilla was.

He went and took some a few extra moments to find it and then held it out to your dad, triumphantly.

“Alright, but these are for Y/N’s bake sale at school so they can donate money to The Toy Project for children.”

Your papa put one hand on his chest. “You say that as if I’ll mess them up somehow.”

Your dad didn’t say anything, but grabbed the measuring cups from the drawer.

“I think you can do it, Papa,” you told him.

“Thank you, lovie. I knew I could count on you.”

The three of you then got to work. Well, your dad and you got to work. Your papa tried.

“Jim, darling, what does ‘TSP’ mean?” “Y/N, what does ‘beat the eggs’ mean? That seems a bit rude.”

You and your dad met eyes a few times and traded secret smiles.

After the cookies were in the oven, you got the frosting ready.

“Decorating. Much more my speed,” your papa actually looked excited for that part.

The three of you waited for cookies and your papa told you all about his day at the studio with your uncles. It always liked hearing those stories. They usually seemed to have fun.

Finally, the oven went off and your dad got them out of the oven.

“Okay, we have to wait a few minutes before we try to put frosting on them.”

“Because?” Your papa asked.

“Because, Papa, if we put it on the warm cookies, it’ll melt.”

“Ah,” your papa nodded and then looked at you. “See, what would I do without you and your smarts?”

You grinned and listened while your papa and dad were talking about the holidays coming up and what you would be doing so that you could see your grandparents.

“Alright, I think they’re ready now,” your dad brought them over. “Now, you two be careful and don’t make too much of a mess. I’m going to run out and pick us up some dinner.”

“Of course not, dear, we’ll be fine.”

Your dad gave you a kiss on the top of your head and your papa a kiss on the cheek before he left.

“Alright, lovie, let’s get started.”

You grabbed the red frosting, starting to make a Father Christmas on the cookie, but all you ended up doing was making a red mess. You stared at it, frustrated. You looked over at your papa and he was making a tree on the cookie. It looked like a tree. You looked back at your cookie and slammed the red frosting down.

“Hey now,” he looked over at you. “What was that about?”

“I can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes you can. Come on, I’ll help you.”

You sighed, but picked the frosting back up.

“Now, what ware you trying to do?”

“Make a Father Christmas.”

“Alright, well, let’s start with his hat.”

Your papa walked you through it, making it actually look like Father Christmas’ hat and face.

“See? You just needed a bit of help. And there’s nothing wrong with that, you just have to ask.”

“Thank you, Papa. Can you help me decorate some for Hanukkah? Miss Bacall told us all about it! She said that they light candles for eight nights and instead of red and green they use blue and white.”

“Of course I can, my love. Hand me the blue frosting.”

The two of you were almost done when your dad walked in the door.

“I’m back with supper!”

“Jim, dear! Come look at the cookies!”

Your dad walked in, his hands filled with takeaway. He looked at the fully decorated cookies.

“They look beautiful. You did an amazing job.”

“Does this mean I can help in the kitchen more?”

You looked at your dad and the two of you seemed to have a silent conversation.

nate: listen he says she isn't allowed to sleep in his bed. tells everyone that. but penny sleeps in his bed 4 days out of 7. sometimes five when she can sneak in there. he knows she has to sleep in her own big girl bed, that it probably causes problems at her mom's house, but damn if she doesn't look so cute. he works her down to just a couple nights a week instead of four. but. yk. there are times when she's sick...

tyson: he lets him fall asleep there but once he's out tyson carries him back to his own bed. rarely does it happen, but there's a few weeks after carters adoption where he's a little skiddish at night so when he sneaks into mom and dad's room tyson lets it slide.

phillip: as much as he loves charlie girl. he doesn't really like her sleeping where he does. he's fine with her laying in there, but when bedtime comes she's gotta go. charlotte is pretty good at sleeping in her own bed, plus her room has the nice sky lights and mom and dad's room don't ;)

sidney: he doesn't care honestly. if his baby girls wanna cuddle with him he'll let them. i feel like nelly would, but nora wants to sleep in her own bed. eventually sidney has to get her to start going to her own bed but those first few times he's like 🥰