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You as a troublesome baby and albedo having to babysit you

"flower?where are you going?"Albedo asked you, who's one and waddling away with the determination of a one man general.You barely could walk, barely could speak but you know you need to disturb sucrose with her experiment.Obviously,Albedo didn't let you.Pulling you gently by the arm"flower,sucrose is working.You can't disturb her you know."

That makes you turned to him, immediately glaring at him with the most pouty face a one year old could muster.

He chuckled "come now,you haven't eaten yet"trying to pull you inside the house.Any attempt to get you distracted from sucrose.Obviously you,the toddler with more dignity than the grandmaster yelled "NWOOOOO!!!"

Albedo froze,oh no..his little baby has become a gremlin!You barreled into his leg with no self preservation instinct, making him turned away in fear"flower,stay back!"

Hiding behind a chair.

You stop, seeing a chair so suddenly in front of you "eh?"touching the chair leg with confusion.Your big wide eyes confused,offended.. multiple faces truly because what is albedo trying to do with this chair??

(he's just hiding himself but you didn't know).

So you became fixated on the chair, giving albedo a chance to capture you "there!"You heard as he suddenly picked you up."you're going to eat,ok?"

You looked betrayed by his words,how can he forced you to eat!? BLASPHEMY!!but he's already giving you the sweet blueberry pie..so with reluctant (or not)you immediately gobbled it up.

Reader is an over thinker with varka who's tired after his stays at nodkrai

"baby,I love youu~"you sang out,in your shared bed.You couldn't sleep,varka has been zoning out because of his days.He would never told you anything though,never ever.He finally turned over and give a small kiss on your forehead, caressing your hair.

"I love you,too...when will you sleep?"*he whispered, despite his soothing voice you could tell he was exhausted and not exactly in the mood to deal with you.Which is understandable, it's 12:34 am, usually he would have to wake up at 6-7 am.You would wake up an hour or two afterwards.He has a much stricter routine,sort of..you still have plenty of times together just not as much.

Which creates an everlasting distance between you both.

You whispered back "soon,when I feel sleepy.What about you?"kissing his face,just to cheer him up a bit.

"I am about to sleep"*he mumbled.. already dozing off in your arms,not before he gives you one final kiss on the lips.Resting his head on top of yours, holding you by the waist.

Maybe you're overthinking these things.Your marriage is fine, he just returned from nodkrai.You can't expect the grandmaster to give you attention the moment he finally got a free time.That's ridiculous..is it?

You can't help but feel like an overbearing spouse, staring at his face.The quiet night is making your heart heavier.When the morning comes it will all return to normal, Hopefully.

The morning arrived..you could feel him moving and kissing your cheek all over, fluttering your eyes open..he was giggling!"hey,did you know you pout in your sleep?"

"what?"you replied, bewildered on the very bright morning.

'you pout like a goose"He said with a grin, kissing your jaw.

They give me the driest face ever, making jokes about how I'm trying to skip science because there's an experiment.

My dad picked me up afterwards,and my whole family is home(my mom is sick and so is my brother)so my mom asked "what happened?"*while I walked upstairs laughing,again trying not to cry..😔😔😔

My whole brain is filled with food and Alfons sylvatica.

That's it,so I'm writing it now

Imagine a night were Alfons weren't going out to have his fun,just to see you in the kitchen cooking.He came in wondering as to what you were doing, perhaps a small drink to satisfy yourself.He came in behind you, sneaking up but before he could do anything he was more stunned by the way you cooked and Alfredo pasta with sliced chicken that was brown.It was crisp,brand new..

Did you really spend this night cooking a whole meal?at 2 am?not to mention,you were too focused on the food to notice him behind you just staring as you plated your chicken to make some tea before he finally snatched the pot away from you.

"allow me."Alfons said with his usual grin,his momentary shock already disappeared while you stared bewildered "uh,since when did you get home?"you asked because now he knows of your midnight snacking (meals) and now there's a chance you have to share it with him.

He replied with a chuckle "not long,I didn't expect to see you cooking my sweet toy."

You scoff, replying to him"I was Hungry,plus I did asked for permission."

"so earnest"he cooied,as he make the familiar jasmine tea..perhaps you would mind his antic during the morning or afternoon but right now,the only thing that matter to you is the chicken Alfredo pasta you cooked with that perfect jasmine purple tea he brew.How delicious...