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Lwj is working from home in his office when he hears his pregnant wife shout for their 5 year old son.
Immediately the little pitter patter of feet on the hard floor echo outside his office, and then the door opens.
Lwj turns in his chair. “Are you hiding, A-Yuan?”
Immediately the little pitter patter of feet on the hard floor echo outside his office, and then the door opens.
Lwj turns in his chair. “Are you hiding, A-Yuan?”
“Sshh! Mama will find me,” A-Yuan whispers fiercely and crawls under lwj’s work desk.
“He will find you no matter what,” lwj informs his son.
“No. Mama can’t find me here.”
“Mn. Okay.”
He’ll let his son believe what he wants. Lwj knows wwx will find him in less than
“He will find you no matter what,” lwj informs his son.
“No. Mama can’t find me here.”
“Mn. Okay.”
He’ll let his son believe what he wants. Lwj knows wwx will find him in less than
5 minutes.
Despite being pregnant, wwx is still capable of a lot of things. Including tracking down their child.
Lwj turns back around to continue his work while his son hides. He occasionally feels small chubby fingers touching his feet.
Despite being pregnant, wwx is still capable of a lot of things. Including tracking down their child.
Lwj turns back around to continue his work while his son hides. He occasionally feels small chubby fingers touching his feet.
Wei Wuxian's body was something he had always taken great pride in.
He'd always been skinny, although delicate, his limbs were slender and his muscles well defined.
He had that hourglass type of body that any alpha out there would die and kill, only to have a little taste of.
He'd always been skinny, although delicate, his limbs were slender and his muscles well defined.
He had that hourglass type of body that any alpha out there would die and kill, only to have a little taste of.
But bodies, however, no matter how perfect-like they are, will inevitably look different after giving birth.
Swollen Feet, hormone fluctuations, enlarged breasts, the pronounced stomach pooch, thicker thighs and stretch marks.
Everything came with the package of being a mom.
Swollen Feet, hormone fluctuations, enlarged breasts, the pronounced stomach pooch, thicker thighs and stretch marks.
Everything came with the package of being a mom.
#Mamaxianseason
cw: body dysphoria, body insecurity, postpartum changes and lots of love.
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cw: body dysphoria, body insecurity, postpartum changes and lots of love.
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#Mamaxianseason
Lwj opens the front door and is immediately greeted by the sight of his husband rocking their new born to sleep while pacing in the living room.
“I’m home,” lwj murmurs softly.
wwx stops his humming, turning to face lwj.
Lwj opens the front door and is immediately greeted by the sight of his husband rocking their new born to sleep while pacing in the living room.
“I’m home,” lwj murmurs softly.
wwx stops his humming, turning to face lwj.
His face breaks out into a sweet smile. “You’re home. How was work?”
Lwj toes his shoes off and hangs his coat up on their coat rack. “It was fine,” he says, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to his husbands cheek, and then their baby’s soft head.
Lwj toes his shoes off and hangs his coat up on their coat rack. “It was fine,” he says, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to his husbands cheek, and then their baby’s soft head.
“It was mostly meeting’s today.”
“Xichen-ge didn’t overwork you too much, did he?” wwx playfully asks, smirking.
Lwj huffs, wrapping an arm around wwx’s waist. “No.”
He leans in closer, inhaling that milky baby scent that wwx now seem’s to always carry.
“Xichen-ge didn’t overwork you too much, did he?” wwx playfully asks, smirking.
Lwj huffs, wrapping an arm around wwx’s waist. “No.”
He leans in closer, inhaling that milky baby scent that wwx now seem’s to always carry.
“Wake up now, A-Yuan.” He hears a voice rouse him up, a slight wet-like cool poking his face. “It’s already five.”
The little boy, clad in whites and blues groggily wakes, rubbing his eyes to rid of the crusts he formed while he slept soundly. “Mmh?”
The little boy, clad in whites and blues groggily wakes, rubbing his eyes to rid of the crusts he formed while he slept soundly. “Mmh?”
“Come now, you don’t want to be late. If you do, you’d have to write as punishment: you don’t want that, do you?”
“Nnnoo...”
“Alrighty then. Come on up!”
He makes his body move, heavy as it is. He drags himself to the bath, and soon changed his clothes. This time, he was a
“Nnnoo...”
“Alrighty then. Come on up!”
He makes his body move, heavy as it is. He drags himself to the bath, and soon changed his clothes. This time, he was a
but more awake as he had used freezing cold water to bathe.
“Now, fix your ribbon. You don’t want it crooked. These Lans love being perfect, it’s odd really, since no one /is/ perfect.”
Lan Sizhui sighs, and proceeds to fix his ribbon, using his hands to feel whether or not
“Now, fix your ribbon. You don’t want it crooked. These Lans love being perfect, it’s odd really, since no one /is/ perfect.”
Lan Sizhui sighs, and proceeds to fix his ribbon, using his hands to feel whether or not
#Mamaxianseason
“Psst, Radish.”
A-Yuan’s little face scrunches up in displeasure, his eyelids fluttering.
“A-Yuan,” wwx sings, stroking the soft cheek of his son. “Time to get up, little Radish.”
“Mama...?” A-Yuan croaks. “It’s so early...”
“Good little Lans get up when
“Psst, Radish.”
A-Yuan’s little face scrunches up in displeasure, his eyelids fluttering.
“A-Yuan,” wwx sings, stroking the soft cheek of his son. “Time to get up, little Radish.”
“Mama...?” A-Yuan croaks. “It’s so early...”
“Good little Lans get up when
their mother tells them. Aren’t you a good little Lan?”
That has A-Yuan scrambling to sit upright. His hair is a rats nest atop his head, drool sticking to his cheek.
“Where is diedie?” A-Yuan mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with his fists.
That has A-Yuan scrambling to sit upright. His hair is a rats nest atop his head, drool sticking to his cheek.
“Where is diedie?” A-Yuan mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with his fists.
“He’s in the kitchen,” wwx responds. “A-Yuan, aren’t you forgetting what day it is?”
It’s a little surprising. After all, it’s all A-Yuan could talk about for the past two weeks.
There’s a gasp, and then a big loud squeal. “It’s my birthday!!”
It’s a little surprising. After all, it’s all A-Yuan could talk about for the past two weeks.
There’s a gasp, and then a big loud squeal. “It’s my birthday!!”
