#rmcf

warnings: long chapter but i think you like them

genre: fluff, cuddle session

summary:A cuddle session with your needy boyfriend is just more than enough.

author's note:I know i've been inactive these days but with school and everything it's just impossible😔...but here you go this fluffy and comforting one -shot that i hope you'll like! If you have any other fluff idea about Jude or any other player that i write for please let me know!🤍 ( i need to write fluff these days...)Plus please don't ask about the third pic please...

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“C’mere,” Jude murmured, his arms open wide, just for you.

You stood in the doorway, watching him sprawled out on the bed, his head propped up on one arm, the other patting the empty spot beside him. His eyes met yours, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

can i request a fic where you and jude have been dating for a couple of months and you have only been surface level intimate because you’re a bit nervous (reader is inexperienced) and you decide that you finally want to do the deed and jude is just being all reassuring and sweet about it!

a/n: thank you for your request, it took me a while to finally post it but after yesterday's exciting win I'm uploading it as a gift. I hope you like it!

AT YOUR PACE

jude bellingham x inexperiencedgf!reader

warnings: +18 content, p in v, protected sex, fingering, dirty talk… and english is not my first language.

summary: Tonight was the night. You could feel it in the air, in the way he looked at you, in the way your heart raced, or in the way your skin burned under his touch. Even though your nerves managed to make you a little anxious, Jude had always had a way of making everything so easy, loving, comfortable, and at your pace.

The evening had settled in, casting the living room in a soft glow from the city lights outside. The sound of the movie you had put on earlier played faintly in the background, but you hadn’t been paying attention for a while now. Instead, you were curled up against Jude on the couch, his arm resting around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair. It was familiar, natural. You’d spent many nights like this over the past few months, enveloped in the comfort of each other’s presence. But tonight felt different—there was a quiet tension that hummed beneath the surface.

It wasn’t the first time you and Jude had been this close. Over the past few months, you’d shared countless kisses, sweet touches, and long moments of quiet intimacy. But every time things had started to heat up, you’d found yourself pulling back, nervous about taking that next step. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was more that you weren’t sure how to. You hadn’t been with anyone like this before, and that uncertainty had held you back, even though Jude had never once pressured you.

In fact, he had already gotten used to it. Jude knew that your nerves were due to your inexperience and embarrassment, not your doubts about him. He didn't pressure you and treated you with the care you deserved.

Your heart had been fluttering for the past half hour, ever since Jude’s lips brushed softly against your temple, his touch lingering a little longer than usual. You leaned into him slightly, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing, and bit your lip. Both of you were so used to that situations that sometimes, was Jude the one that would slow down, pulling back, knowing you weren’t ready to go further. He’d never pushed you—his patience had always been unwavering, his respect for your boundaries something you cherished.

But tonight, something inside you was different.

You weren’t sure when it happened or how, but you felt it now. Maybe it was the warmth of his body next to yours, or the way his hand now gently traced circles on your back. Maybe it was the way his eyes had lingered on yours a little longer, darker than usual, filled with something more. Whatever it was, the tension inside you was building, and for the first time, you didn’t want to hold back.

You shifted slightly, tilting your head up towards him, meeting his gaze. His eyes flicked down to your lips, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile—a smile that sent a shiver through you.

“Beautiful,” he murmured softly, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Jude leaned down, brushing his lips softly against yours, a kiss that was sweet, almost hesitant, like he was waiting for your response. You kissed him back, your lips moving against his with a growing urgency that surprised even you. His hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you a little closer, and before you knew it, you were melting into him, the world around you fading away.

The kiss deepened, and your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath under your fingers. You could sense Jude’s restraint even as he kissed you—never wanting to push you beyond but also, not wanting you to drive him mad.

As his hand slipped to the small of your back, pulling you closer, you felt a rush of heat through your body. Your nerves were still there, bubbling just under the surface, but they were overshadowed by a new kind of need. You leaned into him more, pressing yourself against him, your hands sliding up to his neck, your fingers threading into his hair.

Instinctively, your hips pushed forward, pressing against his crotch. As the kiss deepened and grew wetter, your movements became more intense, almost subconscious, not fully aware of the effect you were having on him. You were completely lost in your own sensations, feeling an unexpected sense of release, as if you were finally breaking free from something that had been held back for far too long.

Jude groaned softly into the kiss, his fingers tightening on your waist as your hips shifted, rubbing against him. The sound he made, low and throaty, sent a thrill through you, and you felt a surge of confidence you hadn’t before. You wanted him to keep going, to take this further.

Your boyfriend froze for a second, as if taken aback by your sudden intensity. His lips stilled against yours, his body stiffening slightly. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and his lips already swollen.

“Babe…” His voice was low, filled with concern. “What are you—”

But you silenced him by kissing him again, your lips more insistent this time, your body pressing against his in a way that made your intentions clear. Your hands slid from his chest to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you leaned into him. You could feel the heat of him, the tension in his muscles as he fought to hold himself back.

Jude’s eyes searched yours, his breath uneven as if he was waiting for you to pull back, to stop like usual. But when you didn’t, when you leaned in again, kissing him with more urgency, more need, something in him shifted. He groaned again, this time deeper and lower, the sound vibrating against your lips as his hands slid down to your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"Maybe we should stop." He breathed, but you shook your head.

"No, I´m okey."

His hands moved with more confidence now, more purpose, pulling you tighter into his chest. The kiss grew hotter, more intense, and you felt the last of your nervousness melt away, replaced by a deep, aching want. You shifted in his lap, the friction sending sparks through your body, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips.

Jude paused for a moment at the sound, breathing heavily. His hands tightened on your hips, stopping you from continuing. He was already hard. He tried to hold back, but his voice, when he spoke, was tight, full of desire.

“Y/N, love, are you sure?” he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. It was the last question he’d ask, the last time he’d give you a chance to back out. He needed to hear it, needed to know that you were okay with where this was going. "I need you to say it with words."

"Please, Jude, please, I want you," you said. Words of need.

Jude’s resolve finally broke. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you against him as he kissed you back with a hunger that left you breathless. His mouth moved against yours, more demanding now, his restraint melting away with each passing second.

He stood up, taking you with him in one swift motion, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Your back hit the bed softly, and Jude hovered above you, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands exploring the bare skin under your shirt sending shivers down your spine.

You found yourself opening your mouth to let his tongue slide in again and greet yours with passion, making you two gravitate towards each other even more. Now your hands traced his perfectly defined abs, as his hands moved down to your bum and squeezed it. A whimper escaped from your mouth, greedily pleading for more. Jude slowly pulled his mouth away from yours, making sure to lustfully bite down on your lip on his way out.

Your panting filled the air, as Jude moved his lips down to the side of your neck biting, licking, kissing, and whispering under your earlobe over and over again, "I love you. I love you. I love you so much…" You were still nervous, but his whispers were words of affirmation and each time he caressed you, you were more certain that he was the one you wanted to do this with.

You wanted to tell him that you loved him back, but he moved down your neck and placed a harsher kiss in a spot below where he had previously kissed, slightly nibbling on your soft skin. Jude knew he was going to leave a mark and that mere thought made him harder. "You need to tell me if you want to stop," he said, trying to control himself from going too fast or rougher. "Tell me to fucking stop, babe," he pleaded softly.

He slid his lips down once more, sucking on the part of your neck just above your shoulder. "Y/N," he begged his girlfriend, but was once again met with silence. You grabbed his face and placed one hand on either side of his cheeks while looking him directly in the eyes, "I don´t want you to stop, Jude. I can´t."

As those words left your mouth, Jude grew himself harder under his sweatpants. "Fuck," he growled while moving his hands to throw off your shirt. The soft fabric stopped feeling against your skin, and since you weren't wearing a bra, your bare tits bounced slightly and your nipples hardened, feeling the contrast of the cool night air. Your cheeks instantly flushed and your hands instinctively tried to cover your chest. Jude smiled at the sight of you, you couldn't be more beautiful and your embarrassment only made him laugh. "Don't even think about covering yourself up. You're so beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

He pushed you down onto the bed while taking off his shirt, making you practically drool at the sight. Then, he separated your legs to press his clothed hard-on against your clothed heat. You let out another whimper as you felt him.

His thumbs started tracing slowly and teasingly circles over the tops of your nipples, causing your heat to begin aching from how bad you wanted him. You gasped in pleasure at what your teasing boyfriend was doing and bucked your hips up into his as you heard him let out a groan. He moved his hands and brought his mouth down to your perfect peeks , beginning to suck eagerly on them while squeezing.

"These are mine," he said in the middle of the kisses.

You let out a string of moans at his possessives words as pleasure took over you. Feeling your necessity of him, Jude reached for the trail of buttons of your shorts with confident hands and undid them one by one, looking up at you to keep eye contact searching for your constant approval. The lust in his eyes was undeniable. 

Once your shorts were loose around your hips, he snuck one hand inside from the front. He didn’t want to overwhelm you by touching your bare and sensitive skin right away, so he found the source of heat over the thin fabric of your panties and pressed your clothed cunt.

"Ah," you simply blurted out as you felt a thousand butterflies in your lower abdomen. You had never felt anything like this before.

He quickly moved your panties to the side and nothing could have prepared you for that feeling. So much arousal from just kissing him. You were soaked.

Jude grabbed your hips firmly, lifting you so you hovered over his lap. His fingers found your entrance, teasing you with light, soft touches that made your hips buck involuntarily. He smiled, clearly enjoying your reaction.

Slowly, he slid one finger inside you, watching your face intently for any signs of discomfort. You gasped at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and a slight unfamiliar stretch. Jude´s thumb moved to your clit, rubbing gentle, circular motions that sent sparks of pleasure through you.

"You look perfect like this," he murmured, adding another finger and increasing the pressure on your clit. "So wet... only for me." His dirty talk made the feeling a thousand times better.

You were overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. His fingers worked you expertly, curling inside you to hit that perfect spot while his thumb continued its rhythmic movements on your clit. His other hand caressed your left breast, circling your nipple with his thumb moistened by his saliva.

His hands never tired of touching you wherever they could, never stopping moving, and your eyes instinctively closed, gripping the sheets to grab onto something. “Ju- Jude… I can’t… it’s too much…” He slowed down his pace, which didn’t help, on the contrary, it was torture how he touched you so slowly.

“Yes, you can.” He said with a deep voice full of desire. He couldn’t believe he was finally seeing you like this. All for him, to worship you and drive you crazy. “Hold on, love.”

Jude felt your wetness drip down his fingers. Your legs started shaking, causing you to hold on to Jude’s shoulders.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. “Hold on to me.”

You could feel the tension building, your body trembling as you neared the edge. “Jude, I’m— Ah!” you said, barely able to get your words out.

Jude’s eyes never left yours, his gaze filled with a mixture of lust and admiration. “No, not yet. Trust me.”he urged softly. “Hold on, I’ve got you.”

Now your moans weren't contained in your throat, but just as you were about to let them out, he stopped his movements. Confused and of course a little upset, you sat up to look at him with your teary eyes.

“Wha—Whyyyyy?” You were surprised that your complaint sounded so whiney and desperate. The sudden halt of that intensity didn't sit well with you. What the hell was he playing at?

“We haven’t even started, love.” he declared. “I can’t let you cum on my fingers yet,” he explained next to your ear, planting kisses on your hot, flushed cheeks. Then, he pulled his fingers away and brought them to his lips, tasting you, looking straight into your eyes. He didn’t say anything as if it was the most normal thing in the world, as if he hadn’t made you any wetter.

His words sent a fresh wave of desire through you, and you reached for him, pulling him closer. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. “You alright?” he asked, his voice gentle but filled with authority.

“Yes,” you replied, your voice steady despite the residual tremors of your almost orgasm.

Jude’s hands found the waistband of his sweatpants, his fingers brushing against your skin, and with a gentle tug, he guided you as you helped him slide them off. The material slipped down his legs easily, leaving him in just his black boxers. You felt your heart race, your breath catching in your throat as a wave of nerves washed over you. Your hands, which had been so eager just moments ago, faltered, freezing in place. Jude noticed immediately, his movements stopping as well. He didn’t rush you, instead, he gently took your hands in his and stroked your palms with his thumbs, the warmth of his touch calming your racing mind.

Slowly, you lifted your head to meet his gaze, his deep brown eyes filled with nothing but softness and understanding. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, lost in the tenderness of his expression. Sensing your hesitation, Jude leaned in close, his lips brushing lightly against your forehead before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Remember, we can stop whenever you want, okay?” he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves. “It’s all right.”

His reassurance grounded you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and looked up at him with a shy, almost bashful smile. Your heart swelled with affection, and as you stared at him, completely smitten, you shook your head. “No… I don’t want to stop,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, but filled with a growing sense of need. The nervousness slowly melted away, replaced by something deeper, more urgent. You needed him.

The anticipation between you both grew with every passing second. You could feel it, and he could too. Jude’s breath hitched as your hands resumed their exploration, this time with more confidence. And then, finally, he was fully exposed to you, his arousal undeniable, his desire for you clear in every inch of his body. He was bigger than you had expected, and for a moment, your breath caught again, a mix of excitement and a hint of nervousness.

Jude, ever patient, reached into the drawer of his nightstand, his fingers quickly finding a condom. He tore the packet open with practiced ease, and after a moment, he carefully rolled it on. His eyes never left yours, and you could feel the connection between you intensifying.

He approached your core slowly, positioning himself between your legs. “We’re gonna take it slowly,” he instructed. “At your own pace.”

You nodded, your breath steady but trembling with anticipation, and felt him enter you with deliberate care. The initial stretch was a sharp contrast to the gentleness of his movements, the sensation both foreign and intense. It was overwhelming, and instinctively, your fingers tightened around his biceps, signaling for him to pause.

“God,” you breathed, trying to adjust to his size.

Jude stopped immediately, his gaze softening as he waited, giving you time. His strong hands stayed firm on your hips, grounding you, a silent reminder that he was there—patient, attentive. He leaned to kiss your temple, and then your neck, making you giggle.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, each word dripping with praise and desire. The way he said it, with such raw intensity, sent a shiver down your spine. “Just relax,” he coaxed softly, leaning down to press another gentle kiss against your forehead. “I’ve got you. I promise.”

You took a deep breath, letting his words wash over you, calming the lingering nervousness. Slowly, you began to relax, your body adjusting to the new sensations. Jude remained still, watching your every movement, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin as if to remind you that you were the one deciding the rhythm.

When you nodded again, giving him permission to continue, he began to move, slow and steady, his motions deliberate but unhurried. The initial discomfort gradually faded, giving way to a slow-building warmth that spread through your body. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, gentle at first but growing more intense with each passing second. He groaned as he moved cursing under his breath. His hands never left your skin, tracing light patterns on your hips and waist, his touch both reassuring and electrifying.

You moaned when his thumb found your clitoris and began rubbing it while he pushed into you a little harder and faster than before.

“That’s it,” Jude whispered, his breath hot against your ear, the sound of his voice sending sparks of excitement through you. “You’re doing so so good.” His words were like a lifeline, pulling you deeper into the moment, making you feel safe, cherished, even as the intensity of your connection deepened.

His hands guided your hips with gentle but firm pressure, matching your movements to his. Each shift of his body, each thrust, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and soon, you weren’t thinking at all, just feeling. Jude’s grip tightened slightly, just enough to anchor you as the rhythm between you became more fluid, more confident. His touch was a perfect balance of control and tenderness, always making sure you were comfortable, never rushing, always allowing you to set the pace.

Jude responded to your movements with faster thrusts, never breaking eye contact with you. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of desire and affection. Jude's hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, sliding down your back, and gripping your hips, the warmth of his touch sending shivers across your skin. His lips found yours again, kissing you deeply, his breath mingling with yours as you wrapped yourself around him, feeling the heat between you both intensify.

"God, you feel so good," Jude murmured against your lips, his voice full of admiration, laced with raw need. He moaned at the pleasure he was feeling and pulled you closer to his body, if that was even possible.

You moaned in response, the pleasure building up to an almost unbearable peak, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. Jude could feel how close you were, and his hands guided your movements with more urgency, his fingers digging into your skin as his own breathing quickened, matching the rapid pace of your heartbeats. His thumb was still on your clitoris, rubbing in fast circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. One of your fists clenched around his bicep, the other hand tightening around his back.

"Baby, open your eyes for me," he said breathlessly, his voice rough and filled with longing.

"I can´t," you mumbled, your eyes were closed, tears in the corners of them.

"Come on, babe," he breathed, his voice strained, almost desperate.

Those words, spoken with such raw desire, were all it took. You shattered, the orgasm crashing over you in waves, leaving you gasping and trembling as the room filled with the sound of your moans. Jude followed soon after, moaning too, his grip on your hips tightening—so tight you knew it would leave marks later—as he found his release, cursing your name.

You collapsed together, your bodies tangled, still clinging to one another, as if afraid to let go. Both breathless and covered in sweat, you held each other in the aftermath, hearts pounding in unison, as the intensity slowly ebbed away. Jude’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his embrace firm and comforting as you both came down from the euphoric high.

As the world began to return to normal, the silence settling around you both, you nestled into his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat soothing you, grounding you. He pressed gentle kisses to every inch of skin he could find, his lips soft and warm, lingering on your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he could reach. His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns on your back, the tenderness in his touch contrasting with the fervor of earlier.

Your heart fluttered, that kind of warmth only new experiences bring. You hadn’t known what to expect—maybe awkwardness, uncertainty—but instead, there was this calm. A lingering sense of closeness that felt as intimate as the act itself.

Jude shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. A light sheen of sweat clung to his skin, his face was still warm, a soft flush lingering across his cheeks; his eyes, warm and familiar, searched yours as though trying to gauge what you were thinking.

“You okay?” His voice was soft, caring. “Did you enjoy it?”

You smiled, a small, almost shy grin breaking across your lips. "More than okay," you admitted, your voice a whisper, feeling the weight of the moment. "It was... perfect."

Jude’s expression softened with relief, his smile easy, and you saw a flicker of pride in his eyes. “Good,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a heartbeat longer. “I love you so much.”

You let out a small laugh, giddy and light, kissing him, still wrapping your mind around the fact that this had just happened. “It was a bit... overwhelming tho,” you added, your cheeks flushing at the confession.

Jude chuckled, his thumb brushing over your hip. “It’s supposed to be, a little bit.” His tone was teasing, but gentle. “But we’ve got time. It’ll only get better.”

His words made your heart skip, and you felt a sense of excitement flutter inside you. You were new to this, but with him, it didn’t feel scary.

dad

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

summary: basically the request!

warnings: none

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

the house felt a little too quiet, a little too empty. jude had been away for a few days now, traveling for an away game, and while you were used to the occasional time apart, it always left a small void in your heart. you missed him, of course, but more than that, you could feel the sadness in ella. the house was quieter when jude wasn’t here, and the usual sparkle in ella’s eyes dimmed a little.

you stood in the kitchen, wiping down the counter, but your thoughts were elsewhere. the sound of ella’s soft sniffles from the living room made you pause. your little girl was a sensitive soul, and the separation from jude was proving harder than she had expected. she was so young—barely three—but already so in tune with the love and affection between her parents.

“mommy,” you heard her voice call, fragile and full of longing. you turned, sighing softly, and saw her sitting on the couch, hugging her favorite stuffed bear tightly. her eyes were red, and her lip quivered, making your heart ache.

you walked over to her, kneeling in front of her with a warm smile. “hey, sweetheart. what’s going on?” you asked, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

“i want daddy,” she whispered, her small voice breaking. “where’s daddy?”

you sat beside her, wrapping her in your arms as she curled against you. the sweet smell of her baby shampoo mixed with the soft scent of the cookies you had just started baking together, but it didn’t seem to lift her mood. “daddy’s on a trip, honey,” you said softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles. “remember? he’s playing football for his team.”

“but i want him here,” she murmured, her tiny hands clutching her stuffed bear tighter, her little face so serious. “he’s my daddy. he’s supposed to be here with me.”

“i know, sweetheart,” you whispered, holding her close. “i miss him too. but you know what? daddy’s doing something very important for us. he’s going to help his team win, and when he comes home, we’re going to have a big celebration, just the three of us.”

“but i want him now,” she said, pouting. “i need him, mommy.”

your heart swelled with love for her. it was tough seeing her so upset, but you understood. she was so little and her world was so centered around the people she loved. you leaned in and kissed her soft hair, murmuring, “i know, baby. i wish he could be here with us, too. but guess what? we can do something special for him, and when he gets home, he’ll be so happy to see us.”

her eyes brightened at the thought of something fun. “what can we do?”

you smiled, wiping away a tiny tear from her cheek. “how about we bake some cookies for him? he loves your cookies.”

“cookies?” she repeated, her voice lifting with excitement. “for daddy?”

“yep! we’ll bake the yummiest chocolate chip cookies, just for him.”

her face lit up in an instant, the sadness dissipating as she looked at you with big, eager eyes. “okay! i’m gonna make the best cookies for daddy ever!”

you laughed softly, lifting her up into your arms. “i have no doubt about that, princess. let’s go wash our hands and put on our aprons!”

the next hour flew by as the two of you made a mess in the kitchen. ella, standing on a stool to reach the counter, was covered in flour from head to toe, her little apron swaying as she enthusiastically mixed the dough. her tiny hands were uncoordinated but determined as she carefully dropped chocolate chips onto the dough, her concentration so serious it made you smile.

“mommy, is this enough chocolate chips?” she asked, holding up a bowl full of the precious little morsels. she grinned, already getting chocolate on her cheek.

“that’s perfect,” you assured her, handing her another spoonful. “we want lots of chocolate in each cookie.”

“daddy’s gonna love them,” she said with a nod of determination. “and i’m gonna tell him i made them all by myself!”

“well, you certainly did most of it yourself,” you agreed, chuckling. “but we did it together, didn’t we?”

“yeah!” she replied, her face lighting up. “we make a good team, don’t we?”

“the best team,” you said, your heart melting at her sweet innocence.

you both worked together, laughing and sharing little moments of joy as the dough came together. ella was a natural—well, sort of. she might have spilled a little flour here and there, and there were a few more chocolate chips on the counter than in the bowl, but the cookies were made with so much love.

“mommy,” she said, peering at you over the edge of the bowl, “what do you think daddy’s doing right now?”

you smiled, wiping flour from your cheek. “well, i think he’s probably getting ready for his game. he’s probably putting on his kit and talking to his teammates.”

ella nodded thoughtfully. “i want to talk to him. can we call him?”

you paused, running your fingers through her messy hair. “you know, we can’t call him right now, sweetie. but we can leave him a special message. how about we make him a little card?”

ella’s eyes lit up again. “a card for daddy!”

you laughed, “yes, a special card just for him. he’ll love it, i’m sure.”

as the dough rested in the fridge, you both sat at the kitchen table, creating a colorful card for jude. ella’s small fingers grasped a crayon, drawing random shapes and scribbles, clearly proud of her artwork. her face scrunched up in concentration as she carefully drew a heart and a big smiley face. “this is for daddy,” she said, her tongue poking out slightly as she concentrated on coloring the heart in.

“that’s beautiful, baby,” you said, watching her with affection. “daddy’s going to love it. he’ll think it’s the best card ever.”

ella beamed up at you, clearly pleased with herself. “i want to make sure he knows i made it myself.”

“he will, sweetheart. he’ll know,” you reassured her as you carefully tucked the card into an envelope. “and when he gets home, we’ll give it to him along with the cookies.”

as the card dried, you made your way to the oven, setting the temperature just right, and slid the dough onto the baking sheets. “okay, baby, we’re almost there,” you said, reaching out to grab ella’s hands. “let’s set the timer and then we can wait together.”

ella nodded seriously, her tiny face full of purpose. “i’m so excited for daddy to come home. i want to see him right now!”

“me too,” you replied, giving her a reassuring hug. “but you know, it won’t be long now. we can finish our cookies, and then we can enjoy them together while we wait for daddy.”

a few hours later, ella was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. she’d been watching the clock all afternoon, asking a dozen times when daddy would be home. you couldn’t blame her. the anticipation was building, and you could feel the excitement in the air.

finally, you heard the familiar hum of jude’s car pulling into the driveway. ella’s eyes widened as she bolted toward the door. “daddy’s home! daddy’s home!” she screamed, running down the hallway at top speed.

you followed behind her, a smile spreading across your face as she reached the door and practically launched herself into his arms the second he stepped inside. jude caught her effortlessly, lifting her high into the air as she giggled with glee.

“daddy!” she squealed, her tiny hands wrapping around his neck. “i made cookies for you!”

“did you?” jude asked, his face lighting up. he kissed her cheek and set her down. “well, i can’t wait to try them!”

you walked over, your heart full as you watched the reunion unfold. jude had such a special bond with her, and the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at ella made everything feel right again. he turned to you, pulling you into his arms for a long, loving kiss. “i missed you both so much,” he murmured. “being away from you two is always the hardest part.”

“i know, love,” you whispered, resting your head against his chest. “but now you’re home, and we’re all together again.”

ella tugged at his sleeve, her little face serious. “daddy, can we have the cookies now?”

jude’s smile grew even wider. “of course, sweetheart. let’s have a cookie party!”

the three of you made your way to the kitchen, where the warm, freshly baked cookies sat waiting. ella immediately grabbed one and handed it to jude with a big grin on her face. “here, daddy! i made this one just for you.”

jude took the cookie, his eyes twinkling as he pretended to inspect it. “it’s perfect,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “thank you, princess.”

you watched as she proudly handed you one as well. “i made it just for you,”

you watched as she proudly handed you one as well. “i made it just for you, mommy!” ella exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

“thank you, baby,” you said, taking the cookie from her small hands. “it’s the best cookie i’ve ever had.”

jude chuckled softly, taking a bite of his own cookie. “these are incredible. i can’t believe you made them all by yourself.”

ella beamed, her cheeks flushed with pride. “yep! and i made a card for you too!”

“a card?” jude’s voice was full of affection as he crouched down, looking at the small envelope ella had handed him earlier. he carefully opened it, his face lighting up as he looked at her drawing.

“this is amazing, princess,” he said, holding up the card for you to see as well. “i love it. it’s the best welcome home gift ever.”

ella giggled, her hands clasped together. “i drew a heart for you and mommy, and i drew a smiley face! i want you to be happy.”

jude wrapped his arms around both of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “i am happy, more than you know,” he whispered, his voice full of love. “you two are my world.”

you smiled, leaning into him. “you’re our world too, jude. we missed you so much.”

“i missed you both,” he said, his voice tinged with emotion. “this is why i do it all. for you two.”

ella, her face lighting up, jumped up from the table. “daddy, can we play now? we can all play together!”

jude laughed, standing up and scooping her into his arms. “of course, we can play. what do you want to do, princess?”

“i want to play tea party!” ella said, bouncing up and down. “you have to drink all my tea, daddy!”

jude nodded, a playful glint in his eye. “sounds perfect. i’ll be the best tea-drinker there ever was.”

you watched the two of them, your heart swelling with love. jude had a way of making even the smallest moments feel like an adventure. you could see it in the way he looked at ella—like she was his whole world. and you were so grateful for that. there were no other two people you would rather have in your life.

after a little while, the three of you ended up sitting on the living room floor, playing with ella’s tea set. jude held his teacup awkwardly, pretending to sip from the tiny cup as ella giggled and pretended to pour him more tea. her laughter was like music to your ears, and seeing jude so at ease with her, so fully present, made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

“mommy, do you want some tea too?” ella asked, holding up her tiny teapot.

“i would love some,” you replied, taking the tiny cup she offered. “thank you, darling.”

“we’re a family,” ella said seriously, her tiny face full of concentration as she served more tea. “we’re the best family ever.”

you smiled, feeling your heart swell at her words. “yes, sweetheart. we are.”

jude leaned over and kissed you softly, pulling you close. “this is what it’s all about,” he whispered, his voice full of warmth. “you, me, ella. together.”

you nodded, resting your head against his shoulder. “together,” you echoed.

as the evening wore on, the house began to feel more like home again. the warmth of jude’s presence filled every room, and the sound of ella’s laughter became the soundtrack of your evening. you spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch, watching movies as a family, laughing, sharing stories, and simply enjoying each other’s company. for the first time in days, everything felt right.

when it was time for ella to go to bed, she insisted on giving jude another round of kisses before she curled up in bed. “goodnight, daddy,” she said sleepily, snuggling into her blanket.

“goodnight, princess. i love you,” jude said, kissing her forehead.

“i love you more,” ella replied with a yawn, already drifting off to sleep.

jude smiled as he watched her for a moment, then turned to you, his eyes soft. “you’re an amazing mom,” he said quietly. “she’s lucky to have you.”

you shook your head, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “we’re both lucky to have you,” you replied, your heart full of gratitude. “you’re the best dad she could ever have.”

jude leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, tender kiss. “i’m just doing my best to be the kind of dad you both deserve.”

you smiled against his lips. “you’re more than enough, jude.”

with one last look at your sleeping daughter, you both slipped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind you. jude took your hand in his as you walked back to the living room, settling back onto the couch together.

“i’m so glad to be home,” jude said, pulling you close. “there’s no place i’d rather be than here with you and ella.”

you snuggled into him, resting your head on his chest. “i’m so glad you’re home, too. it’s not the same without you.”

he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. “i’ll never take you two for granted again. i promise.”

as you lay there, your heart full of love and contentment, you realized that no matter where jude went, no matter how many games he had to play or trips he had to take, there was one thing that would always stay the same: your family. you, jude, and ella—together, always.

and that thought, that simple truth, made everything feel just right.

jude: “fashion week”

his dad ass humour 😭