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You can tell me otherwise but that’s so bee

This is adorable, lovely! I don't have any Bee nicknames, but I could see Sweet Pea, Jamie, or Jellybean doing this. 🥰

4. Baking holiday cookies 18. Wrapping up in blankets

        It was rare that Jefferson worked the market on his own; usually, Grace accompanied him, her smiles and excitable giggles making the day fly by. But you had asked to keep her for the day, needing her help away from the market, and it was difficult for him to say no to the hopeful look in your eye. 

        The sound of Grace’s giggling made the weariness in his bones seep away, a soft smile curling at his lips, as he approached the cabin. He paused, basket tight in his grasp, to shake off the day, before pushing open the door.

“Papa!” Grace exclaimed, turning towards the door. He grinned, quickly discarding the basket on the table as he caught her, scooping her up into a tight hug.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he chuckled, swinging her around. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did! We made cookies! An’ we’re gonna make cocoa!”

Moodboard-tober 15

“Surprise!’

Your brows scrunch together in confusion at the scene before you. Jefferson had a grin akin to the cat after catching the canary, a new hat in his hands. Pushing back your hood that had caught more than a few fallen leaves from the Forest, you set your basket down inside the cottage door.

“A new hat? That’s not exactly a surprise, Jefferson.”

He rolls his eyes to the heavens before perching the hat atop your head. “No, the surprise is that we’re going somewhere to celebrate you and the eerie world we live in,” he shakes his head back and forth before amending, “or don’t live in.”

You cock your head, knocking the hat askew in the process. “What’re you- it’s not Halloween yet and-”

“But it is your birthday.”

Understanding dawns as Jefferson saunters closer. “We can’t just disappear on a whim, especially using the hat, you know that.”

“I actually don’t know a thing.” Face contorting in pretend puzzlement, he wraps his skilled hands around your waist.

“I don’t want to go somewhere that’ll get you in trouble.”

He nudges his nose to yours in the endearing way he patented that had you melting already. “My love, we can go anywhere. Let's make merry and honor the day you were born. For the world was made kinder for it.”

And then his hat was in hand and you were whisked away.

The best part wasn’t the foggy new forest you’d never seen before; wasn’t the table of grandeur set for the two of you; wasn’t the delicious dinner or soft nuzzling with your Hatter; wasn’t the overall ghastly glow of the candlelight. Even the miniature tea party he planned wasn’t the best part.

The best was having Jefferson all to yourself on a special day.

moodboard by abovethesmokestacks

drabble by @hispeculiartreasure​

Ok, first of all, everybody has their own beauty and their own amazing qualities, you included. You are the only you in this world, and you are incredible on that merit alone. Don’t sell yourself short. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Why did I have the feeling that the next part will hurt me?

Gonna post in a bit. You all have @learisa to thank for this. I am pretty proud of it actually....

Hi hun, the story is complete which is good because now you can read it all at once 😊