Magical Pregnancy"Honey!" called Samantha to her husband. "What is it dear?" Hunter wandered into his living room and found his 6 month pregnant wife lying on the couch. "It's your birthday tomorrow and i want to do everything you want to do. So tonight i want you to think about what you want to do. And can you help me to bed? I'm tired." Sam told him. "That sounds great honey. Sure i'll help you right now." He helped her up then helped her up a floor into their bedroom. He helped her into bed and pulled the covers over her. "Goodnight sweetie. See you in the morning." And he kissed her good night. He rushed down into his basement. He had been married for 2 years now but in that time there was something he had never told his wife. She knew he was a genius doctor and scientist but what she didn't know was that was actually a cover up for what he really was. A witch. And a maieusophile. He started to plan a wonderful day for tomorrow. He started mixing potions and createing exlixirs. He didn't need to slXpicallia
every chance i didn't take IIYou tell him about your cancer on a Sunday,SuddenlyAutumn
in the shower of all places, in between brunch plans
and speculations about whether or not the weather
will ever get any colder - hasn't it been the strangest November?
Just the strangest.
You casually mention that somewhere
deep in the secret space between your hips
your own cells are proliferating uncontrollably,
whispering treason and passing down forgeries,
teaching each other the steps of mitosis with alarming intent.
You don't miss a beat as you drop survival percentages
mixed in with tomorrow's rain forecast
and predictions about the game later that afternoon -
easy as breathing, even as counterfeit armies
shred through the soft tissue just below
his favorite place on your spine.
And as you stand there
calmly making conversation
and sharing the last of the soap,
he watches the water
run quiet rivers
through your hair.
Morning beautiful: Lestrade x ReaderQuietly Lestrade shut the door as he snuck in, late again. He unlaced his shoes and slipped his jacket off before padding upstairs. The bedroom door was ajar allowing him to push it open without making a noise. Swiftly he unbuttoned his shirt and trousers before dropping them on the floor. As he approached the bed he was greeted by a messy tumble of (h/c) hair. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to your forehead which caused you to stir and him to flinch. Letting out a sleepy groan you rubbed your eyes and reached for Lestrade.ironicbee7
Beside you the bed dipped as he crawled under the duvet and wrapped his arms around you. You squirmed as his cold hands rested on the sliver of skin above your shorts. Lowly he chuckled which resulted in an elbow in the ribs. He pressed at kiss on the back of your neck before you both drifted into slumber.
Lestrade woke before you, the early sunlight filtering in through the blinds. You were pushed up close to him, face in the pillow and your arm resting on his ches