A birthday fanfic by @naughty-teddy-innit
Rating: Safe for everyone, absolutely no Smut, but much feels ♥️♥️
Authors note // I'm sorrynotsorry. I was just struck by feels today, especially knowing that this? Is his happy ending. It's been so long since I've been able to write like this, I really enjoyed it. 🧡🧡 This is my birthday tribute to our boy. I know Tumblr is kinda quiet on the Ed front right now, but if you're around and you enjoyed this, I'd love to hear from you. 😘😘 Enjoy!
The quiet hum of the dishwasher and the far-off muted roar of the furnace rumbling to life were the only sounds that permeated the quiet of the house, and the peace and quiet was wonderful. Dinner was long done, the dishes and leftovers tucked away, and the guests departed. Just a small family meal, Thai takeaway and paper plates, a birthday banner and a few balloons. A simple birthday celebration, and honestly, that’s all he’d wanted anyway. In previous years, he’d have probably planned a night out at his favourite pubs, or dragged the crew out to the best clubs, but…this year? This year was different.
“…Babe?” I’d just finally changed into my most favourite, baggy, green flannel baggy pajama pants and a stretchy tank, and made my way back down the thick carpeted stairs, in search of the birthday boy. I was more than ready for some quiet cuddle time alone, now that it was just us.
“Back room, Love.” His voice was purposely muted, soft, but just projected enough that I could make out his warm voice from across the house. The massive Great room that was our main family living space stretched across the back of the house, behind the kitchen, and it was the comfy, cozy space where we spent most evenings. Tangled up listening to music, or watching something on the gigantic almost-cinema-sized screen he’d had installed, it was our favourite spot.
I shook my head as I made my way through the house, very aware of the clutter that had so recently taken up residence in the hallways, kitchen, living spaces... Everywhere. There’d been so many changes in what seemed like such a super short time, but they’d been the very best kind of changes, and we’d welcomed every bit of them with open arms. I had NEVER been so sure of our partnership and marriage, our love for each other, as I was right then. One last surprise though, as I tiptoed into the kitchen, and I couldn’t help the little grin that creased my face as I quickly pulled out the tied-up bakery box I’d stashed in the back of the massive pantry earlier. I quickly pulled a box of birthday candles from the drawer and a tray from the cabinet, as well as a couple of other necessities, and untied the box.
The recessed lights were dimmed, and as I tiptoed down the step into the room, I could see him stretched out on the massive sectional, his silky cinnamon curls the only bit of him visible over the edge of the couch. I bit my lip at the sight of him, my heart feeling so extra full, and held the tray out in front of me. I caught his eye as I circled around the couch, and his eyes crinkled into a huge grin as he took in the candle lit cupcakes and tumblers of milk I held in my hands, and laughed softly as I sang the song that went with along with them.
He was shaking his head with the sweetest smile on his face, and I couldn’t help but lean over to catch his soft lips in a kiss. He craned his head, and I lowered the tray, watching him quickly blow the candles out with a quick puff and giggle.
“…Not that I’m complaining, love…” He reached up with his free hand and ran his fingers along my cheek, the perfect dimples in his cheeks flashing as he grinned at me. “But you might want to watch where you’re swinging that tray. Precious cargo, innit?”
The hand that had been stroking my cheek gently dropped gently back to his chest, where our tiny little 2-week old baby girl lay cradled on her daddy’s chest, safe in his arms.
I quickly slid the tray over on to the glass coffee table, and carefully joined them on the couch, the two halves of my whole heart. I tucked my head under his, against his shoulder, and let my fingers trace the roundness of her sweet cheeks and the soft down of the strawberry blonde peach fuzz that covered her tiny head. She was perfect in every way.
His face was pure contentment, peace. A tiny fist began flailing, her mouth falling open as she began rooting, and he gently offered her his pinkie. She suckled softly and must have quickly realized that while Daddy’s finger was yummy, there was clearly no milk to be had. Our girl was nothing if not insistent when it was time to eat, and it was clearly just about that time.
“S’alright little bug….” He lifted her very gently off his chest, one hand tucked behind her head and the other under her little bottom, and dotted little kisses on her cheeks and forehead. “Daddy’s girl needs some Mumma’s milk, yeah? Ok, here we go…Shhh, S’ok….Mumma loves you so much, she'll make it all better.”
He gently transferred her into my waiting arms, and then pulled himself into a proper sitting position. He picked up my nursing pillow from the floor beside the couch, and quickly helped me to get situated with cushions in all the right places. He always knew how to be so supportive, I never even had to ask. She nuzzled right in, and latched on, drawing soft swallows of warm milk into her tummy. We’d had a rough go the first week, getting used to the latching/breastfeeding routine, but we’d finally gotten the hang of it, and I loved the feeling of holding her close whilst she nursed. I glanced up, catching the look of wonder and love on his face as he watched her eat, and I swear, it made me fall in love with him all over again.
“My best girls.” He murmured, and I melted.
“Eat your cupcake Teddy.” I teased him. “And while you’re at it, be a good husband, and pass me mine?”
We both inhaled our chocolate fudge cupcakes, and sipped our milk, while the little Miss finished hers. Ed gently burped her when she was all done, checked her diaper and quickly changed her, and then gently tucked her back into his chest under the little knit baby blanket his mum had made her first grandbaby. His hand gently cupped her head, his thumb gently stroking the soft fuzz of her hair as she slept, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man so in love. He was made for this.
“So. Good birthday, Teddy?” I reached over, threading my fingers through his so that we were both holding our baby girl tight, and tucked my head back into his crook of his neck.
He let out a soft sigh and peaceful smile. “Was a perfect birthday, love. Good food, family, cupcakes…” He looked over at me, his ocean blues sparkling with love. “And everything I’ve ever, ever wanted. Right here. In my arms. I don’t know how any man could be this lucky, but here I fuckin’ am. She, YOU, both of you. I-“ He took a deep breath, shaking his head. “Best presents a man could ever ask for.”
I gently placed my finger in her teensy hand, and watched her little fingers curl tight around it. My heart couldn’t have been fuller. He was right, we were so blessed.
“Well then. Happy Birthday, Teddy.” I pulled my hand out from under his and gently tangled it into his soft curls and pulled him in for a lingering kiss. “We love you so much.”
“Here’s to many, many more…?” he grinned, and when he kissed me back, I could feel how loved and cherished we were, and would always be.
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