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drabble challenge 47 for ben x reader please xx

47. “Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

It was Halloween, one of your favorite times of the year. Of course you and your boyfriend Ben were going as one of your favorite couples, Sandy and Danny from Grease (it helped that Ben kept his costume from Eastenders).

But now he was trying to convince you to get Frankie to dress up as well. He wanted to put her in a poodle skirt and the whole nine yards.

“Ben, dogs don’t wear clothes!” You we’re trying to break it to him easy.

“But they do if it’s Halloween!”

“Sweetie no. Plus she’s a beagle, she can’t wear a poodle skirt. That’s against dog code.”

He tried to argue, until Frankie jumped up on your lap and licked your face, as if to say that she agreed with you on the subject.

“See? Even Frankie agrees.”

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24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” ft Ben Hardy

You were peacefully sleeping when the doorbell rang. When you opened it a more than obvious drunk Ben was there giggling. “Hi, love”

“Ben? What are you doing here? You were supposed to be in the opposite side of the city”

“I missed you” He wrapped his strong arms around you and hugged you, burying his face in your neck.

“Honey, how much have you drink tonight?”

“Not much…”

“Yeah, right…” You laughed. “Do you want to came in?”

“Yessss, I’m tired… I walked a lot” And you both entered your flat still hugging.

You separated a little to look at his face. “Have you come walking?” He nodded in response. “Are you mad? Why you didn’t take the underground or a taxi?”

“Because Gwil has my wallet”

“Why?”

“He likes it”

“And you gave it to him just because he likes it?”

“Maybe”

By this point you were trying so hard not to laugh.

“And what about your cards and your ID and all of that?”

He closed his eyes a little as if he was thinking hard what to answer to that. “Dunno… I haven’t thought about it”

“You are a mess, Ben Hardy” You passed your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go to bed, you need to rest”

“Let’s have a drink first!” He moved away from you and started walking towards the kitchen. “Where’s the vodka?”

“Ben… It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka” 

He turned to face you and started pouting. “Please?”

“Don’t put your sad face on” You approached him and planted a peck on his lips. “C’mon, it’s bedtime” You took his hand and guided him to your room while he was still protesting.

Once there, he didn’t resist to lie down and he even made some funny, satisfied noises while you covered him with the blanket. “So warm…” 

“Feels good, right?” You smiled at him while laying next to him.

He nodded with his eyes already closed. “[y/n]?”

“Yes?”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, I do love you Ben, you know that”

“Why?”

“Why do I love you?”

“Yes”

“I don’t know… I like you, we have been dating for a while now and I guess we enjoy being together. Why do you ask?”

“Because I know I love you because you are perfect but I’m… I’m not even close to how amazing you are” He said without opening his eyes.

“Aw… my love!” You turned to hug him strong. “You are amazing too, you know?”

“I’m a mess, you said it”

“Yes, you are” You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it. “And I love you even more for that”

“Nice” He smiled satisfied.

“Can we sleep now?”

“One more thing”

“What?”

“If you love me… why don’t you move with me?”

“Because you have never asked me to”

“Oh… right. I guess I’m clever and I think better when I’m drunk” He started laughing and you followed him. When you both stopped, he took your face with his hand too and opened his eyes. “I want you to move with me… please?”

“Ben… you are drunk and you don’t mean that and-”

“I mean it! I swear!”

“Then ask me again tomorrow when sober”

“Alright…”

He closed his eyes again and you did the same.

“[y/n]?”

“Whaaaat?” You only wanted to go back to sleep.

“I want to be the little spoon”

“What?”

“When we sleep together and we cuddle, you are always the little spoon”

You giggled. “Yes”

“I want to be the little spoon tonight”

“Okay, Ben”

“YES!”

He turned and you hugged him strongly from behind. “Are you happy now?”

“Yes!” He took interlaced his fingers with yours and pressed your arm against him happily. “Goodnight, girl”

“Goodnight, silly boy” You placed a kiss on the back of his neck. “I love you”

“I love you too” He whispered before falling asleep.

THE END

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My Kid Punched His Kid

Single Dad!Ben Hardy x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: A playground fight between two 8-year-olds bring together 2 lonely single parents.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I’ve wanted to do this for like a month now! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to see part 2? :D 

The sun was shining brightly on a nice Sunday afternoon in London. Y/N sat with her iPad in her lap, doodling concepts for a work assignment and taking in the August weather. Grumbles of displeasure fill her ears, her Y/E/C colored eyes peer up from her tablet to her 8-year-old who was staring her mother down with the same colored eyes. “Can I go now?” She asks impatiently as she shoved bites of her pb and j in her small mouth.

“Finish it Abagail,” Y/N tells her.

Abby grimaces when her full first name is said, she starts to chop on thsandwichch faster making Y/N laugh. She crumples the plastic baggie and throws it into the picnic basket. Her mom reaches forward to remove the crumbs off her baby pink shirt “Now?”

“Did you finish your carrots?”

“Mom,” she groans.

“I’m kidding, go, have fun. Don’t break anything,” Y/N warns and shoos her off. Abby grins widely and races towards the large playground shouting a quick thank you. The woman smiles and straightens out the plaid blanket before kicking off her sandals. She checks the playground one last time before getting lost in her work.

She didn’t know how long it had been before she heard a high pitch yell, a chill runs through her body but before she could look up an ever so slightly deeper voice cried out. She automatically pushes her tablet aside and stands up, looking out at the playground, her heart pounding. Abby sits slumped over in the sandbox with tears in her eyes there is also a blonde boy about her age cradling his eye cross from her “Son of a bitch,” Y/N curses before she picks up the fabric to her long leaf patterned dress and racing down the playground.

“Abby are you ok?” She asks worriedly as the small girl stands up and attaches herself to Y/N’s leg. She looks down and inspects her face, a little dirty but no scratches.

“What happened?” A man voice asks worriedly. Y/N looks up and sees a blond man kneeling in front of the boy inspecting him. If there wasn’t an altercation she would dare to say the man was extremely good looking. The boy starts to sob and tells him something inaudible between the sobs.

“Abagail, what happened?”

“He threw sand on me and pushed me,” Abby whispers, wiping her nose on her mom’s dress. Y/N’s blood started to boil, she removes herself from her daughter and taps the man on his shoulder roughly. At first, he doesn’t react to the taps, his attention fully on his son. She growls and taps him again harder. He slowly looks up and locks eyes with the enraged mama bear. His green eyes match her same anger. But oh damn, his green eyes are marvelous.

He thought the same, her Y/H/C lightly waved the wind god he wanted to run his fingers through it. He thought the red in her cheeks from the anger was adorable. Her eyes were beginning to suck him in, but he was too angry for these thoughts no matter how tempting.

“Your son threw sand and pushed my daughter,” Y/N was fuming. He stands and towers over her, his hands pull his son behind him in defense.

“Your daughter hit my son in the eye,” he jabbed back.

“I highly doubt that, she’s not the violent type.” She crosses her arms in defense puffing out her chest.

The man does the same, mimicking her body language “Then do you care to tell me why his eye is turning purple?”

“Who teaching their kid to throw sand?”

“She probably threw the first punch.”

Y/N scoffs “Did you just accuse her?”

“I’m not denying it!”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her jaw clenched tightly “Where did he learn his manners?”

As the adults go back and forth with the accusations and the questioning of parenting methods, the two children peak out from behind their parents’ protective defense. The boy slips away and walks over to Abby, his hand still holding his eye. Abby clutches to her mom’s dress but curiously takes a step forward “I’m sorry I hit you,” she whispers.

The boy smiles and takes his hand away from his face to push back the blond curls that got stuck to his forehead “I’m sorry I threw sand at you…and pushed you. I just wanted to play with the dump truck,” he sighs sadly, fiddling with the hem of his blue and white striped shirt. Abby’s pink lips form a smile and she steps away from her mom, who was still arguing with his dad.

“Do you still want to play? We can share,” she offers. The boy smiles a toothy grin and they walk away from their parents to play together.

The parents stay locked in a bitter battle of words until Y/N looks down “They’re playing,” she observes.

“James let’s go!” The man takes one more look at Y/N before huffing to his son and whisking him away. James complains as he’s ushered away, looking back at the women. Abby waves apologetically and looks up at Y/N who was still fuming.

“Good riddance, that man is terrible. Hot, but terrible…let’s go, Darling, you need a bath.”

Abby puts aside the dump truck and stands up, wiping the sand off her hands “Can we come back?” she whines.

“Maye this weekend, we have a big day tomorrow.”

And it was a big day, it was the first day of school. Abby looked up at the tall building and gulped loudly as she clutched onto the strap of her pink backpack. 3rd grade was a big deal “Do you think I’ll be good at reading?” she asks.

Y/N runs her hand through the girl’s brown curls “You’re going to be amazing, Abs.” Y/N kneels down and rubs her daughter nervous shoulders “Are you ready?” she asks kindly.

Abby sighs sadly but nods in agreement “Yeah.”

Y/N shifts her head and sees her friend at the top of the stairs “There’s Aunt Lucy, let’s go say hi,” she suggests, holding onto her hand. Abby puts on a brave smile and nods following behind Y/N.

“Y/N!” Lucy gasps in excitement pulling her friend into a tight hug. Y/N hugs back patting Lucy’s back “Are you ready?”

“For 8 hours of peace? Hell yeah,” Y/N laughs as they pull away. Abby and Lucy’s daughter had already started laughing, checking out each other’s new backpacks.

“We’re more excited then they are,” Lucy notices, biting her lip.

Y/N laughs and follows the girls into the school, weaving in between the school children. Abby freezes in the hall when she sees a familiar face with a darkened eye “James!” She calls happily as he goes into a classroom. She grips the pink straps and runs off catching the attention of her mom.

“Abby?” Y/N questions, walking in the direction of the room she went into. Ironically it was the classroom she’d be in. She raised an eyebrow and looked inside ‘Mr. Ben Jones’ was nicely written on the chalkboard. She starts to look around when all the blood drains from her face, a look of shock taking over her expression. The man from the other day was talking to other parents with a kind smile, his hair lightly slicked back, the sleeves of his blue dress shirt was pushed up to his elbows. Her eyes trail down, those dress pants were doing his defined legs justice. His appearance aside…he’s be teaching her daughter!

“Y/N?” Lucy nudges her friend in concern of her frozen state. Ben looks up and matches Y/N expression.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” he mutters, placing his hands on his hips.

“Son of a bitch,” Y/N whispers.

Lucy switches her gaze between them “Do you guys know each other?” she asks.

“My kid punched his kid in the face.”

My Kid Punched His Kid|2|

Single Dad!Teacher!Ben Hardy x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: A playground fight between two 8-year-olds bring together 2 lonely single parents. 

In This Chapter: More back story and Ben and Reader interactions. SO MUCH TEACHER BEN. Rejoice!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: The response to a part 2 was overwhelming and so positive! Thank you thank you!!!!! Please comment and let me know what you think :D  Part 3 is on its way

Taglist is open!

Y/N grimaced to self as she walked down the produce aisle of the local grocery store, half-heartedly throwing apples in a plastic bag. Today was just the worst in her mind. Normally it was fine, a few hours in the office and a few hours at home while Abby had school. It was the fact that she couldn’t shut up about Mr. Jones. Y/N grimaced and threw the apples in the cart “Ouch!” Abby yelped from inside the cart.

Y/N snapped out of it and looked down at her grumpy face “Sorry, Abs.”

“Mommy, were you listening?”

“Yeah yeah. You and Mary played on the playground.”

Abby cocks her head and her small lips form a frown in disappointment “No,” she deadpans. “Mr. Jones is talking about our class field trip.”

“Baby do we have to talk about him?” Y/N this time carefully places the head of lettuce next to her daughter.

“I like him. He’s nice.”

Y/N turns her back and rolls her eyes “At least one of us thinks so,” she mutters under her breath. The women continue through the store, every so often Abby mentions her teacher making her mothers blood boil. Suddenly Abby looks up from the tablet and stares at Y/N with wide eyes “What?” she asks worriedly, stopping the cart in the middle of the store.

“We forgot cereal, you promised we’d get Lucky Charms!” Abby announces loudly. Y/N sighs in relief and nods calmly, turning the cart around.

“You’re right, I did,” she replies, calming down from the mild panic attack.

She turns the corner and looks down at a new work notification on her phone. Abby signaled to stop and when she reached up to grab the box a hand was already on the other side. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. Her gaze turns from the masculine hand and at its owner.

“Fucking hell,” she curses.

“It’s good to see you too,” Ben smirks. Fuck that smirk he does when his tongue ever so lightly drags along his lower lip. She hated it. That was a lie, she loved it.  The adults look back at the cereal box they were still holding onto like children fighting over a toy. It was the last box.

Y/N was the first to pull away to cross her arms “Take it,” she spats.

“No, no, Abby looks disappointed,” Ben rejects, pointing to Abagail’s puppy dog pout. Y/N turns and gives her a warning look.

“No. Take it, Ben.”

“Y/N I insist. It’s all yours.”

They look at each other with daggers in their eyes, Ben was getting fed up. He takes the box and holds it up “Take the fucking box!” he shouts out of frustration. Y/N’s subconscious kicks in when she sees the strong grip he has on the crumpled red box. She flinches and cowers away, taking a step away from him, fear took over. Ben saw the fear, his own face softened. “Y/N? I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine! B-Ben it’s fine. Take it,” She interrupts holding a hand up to him, still trying to stand strong. She shakingly turns and rushes away.

“Momma?”

“We have to go, Abagail,” she hushes.

Ben watches her race out of the aisle, his brows knit together in confusion. He places the box in his cart and runs a hand through his hair. He started to worry about her, shit he was starting to care for a woman that screamed at him the day they met. It was just the weirdest shift in behavior he’d ever seen. “James?” he calls, bringing himself out of the ocean of thoughts. The curly blond boy looks over and puts the box of oatmeal down and skips to his dad.

“Yeah?” he chirps.

“Let’s go bub. We have to get ready for school.”

James looks down at his green dinosaur watch “It’s only 6,” he looked up at his dad with a frown. Ben shot him a look and ushered him along. Tomorrow would be a long day.

Ben eagerly awaited the next morning, fidgeting in his chair before fixing the already perfectly aligned papers on the kid’s desk. When the ring of the bell sounded he rubbed his nervous palms. The wheels were turning in his head on how he’d confront her. As the kids piled in he tried his best to be his normal joyous self, but his green eyes kept glued to the door.

“Hi, Mr. Jones!” Abby’s cheerful voice sounds as she enters eventually. Her purple jelly shoes lightly squeak as she rushes to her cubby. The blond frowns when he doesn’t see Y/N, even missing her scowl when she lays eyes on him.

“Abby! You mom didn’t bring you?” He questions.

“No, she had to be at work early. Aunt Lucy brought me,” she answers quickly, jetting by him to take her seat. He sighs and lets the kids take their seats, early waiting to get on with the day. Ben had thought hard about his morning project. It was mostly for personal gain, he knew he couldn’t directly ask Y/N what her home life was like without his ear being screamed off.

“Alright kids, since we’re still getting to know everyone we’re going to draw and write about our family,” he starts, pinning a piece of paper on the board “This here is my house,” he points to the decently drawn picture “and inside is me, my son James and our dog Frankie. I want you to draw your family. Take out our pencil boxes and get creating.”

Ben slowly made his way around to all the kids, crouching down to their level as they explained their families. He tried not to laugh at a few of the drawings, they were trying their best. Anticipating the back row he finally stood next to Abby’s desk and looked at her drawing. She was actually pretty talented, her people looked like people but there was a big black blob next to what he assumed was her “What’s that there Abby?” He asks kindly, touching the black blob that was thankfully done in crayon and not a marker.

She gasps “It’s not done!” She picks up her black crayon and draws two small triangles at the top of the blob. “That’s my dog Sampson, he’s a black lab,” she explains with a large smile.

“Well done. So let’s see, we have you, your mom, and Sampson?” he wonders. She nods excitedly.

“Where’s your dad?” There he did it! God, he was so proud of himself.

Without missing a beat she responds “I don’t have one. Mommy doesn’t like to talk about it.” Ben’s smile starts to fade as he could see her bright smile dim. The brit places a hand on the girls arm and rubs it comfortingly.

“You have a beautiful family Abs. Your mom and Sampson love you very much,” he tells her. She smiles and looks at his drawing up on the board, they were so similar she thinks. It gave her a little more confidence in her small little family.

“James and Frankie love you too,” she tells him. He pats her arm one last time and continues his round before the writing assignment, it was a simple 2 paragraphs of information he needed to know about the single mother. After writing ‘neat handwriting’ on the board boldly, he took his seat behind his desk and waited.

Time had passed and the kids one by one handed in their papers to him before lining up for lunch and recess. Ben took the alone time to pull out a lightly crumpled red box out of one of his storage bins and places it along with a small note inside Abagail’s backpack. Of course, he does try to be somewhat productive, deciding to put all the drawings and papers on the wall as decoration.

When the man gets to Abby’s he pauses and looks away having second thoughts about reading it. Maybe he could actually get a chance to get to know her, he nods along with his thoughts and just staples it to the wall and only reads the part about her dog and grandparents.

The day came to an end, Y/N looked like a woman on a mission as she entered with a few of the parents. No small talk, just grab the girl and go! “Abagail, let’s go,” she whispers, trying to blend in with everyone so Ben doesn’t notice her. Realizing quickly that she did decide to wear a short mustard yellow dress, but it did have her favorite bell sleeves so that it looked like she had wings…it made her daughter smile every time so it was fine. Abby grabbed her backpack and latched onto Y/N’s hand as she raced them out of the room.

But it wasn’t long after she left before Ben could hear the loud and prominent clicking of Y/N heels marching towards his room “What the hell is your problem Jones!” she scolds loudly as she slams the door behind her.

“Uh James, go see if Nurse Katie needs help with her bandaids,” he shoos off his own child before they had a brawl in the middle of a 3rd grade classroom. James nods and quickly leaves the room.

“Now what can I help you with Ms. Y/L/N?” He smirks, leaning back on his desk. Y/N’s face turns red with anger, still cute he thinks of her.

“Don’t act all innocent! You but that stupid box of cereal in her backpack, you should have left it,” she seethed, walking closer to him. All he can do is smirk at her, placing his hands in his pockets unbothered.

“It meant a lot to her, Y/N,” he reminds her calmly.

“I can afford it if that’s what you think of me,” she retorts turning her back to him to look around, she really didn’t want to see his face. Her gaze lands on the wall with the families, Abby was the only one that looked different. Tears start to well up, she hated Abby having to feel different.

“That’s not what I think of you, you’re just really fucking stubborn,” he laughs.

“Did you so this because of me too?” She blinks back the tears and turns to look at him.

Ben rolls his eyes “Not everything I do is about you,” he sighs.

“Really? The past few days have told me differently.”

Ben peels himself away from his desk and walks over to her “I am a teacher and I want to get to know my students.” His voice fills with more annoyance. She hums in a disproving tone. “What that answer not good enough for you?”

“No. You don’t get to do this,” she points a finger at him, their eyes locking in a bitter stare down.

“Do what?”

“Start a fight. I came in here to yell at you,” she scoffs.

Ben snorts and licks his lips “You’re in my territory now, Love,” he winks and walks away smoothly.

Y/N breaths heavily and clenches her fists “Please, just no more stuff in her bag. If I see one more fucking box in her bag I’ll report you.”

Ben laughs at the empty threat “I’ll be sure not to, Ms. Y/L/N,” he answers her almost mockingly, but it was also low and seductive enough to catch her attention.

“Have a good day, Mr. Jones.” Y/N forces out a half ass smile before exiting. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dialed Lucy “I need you to watch Abby tonight, please. I really need a drink,” she pleads when her friend picks up.

“Oh? What did hot teacher do this time?”

“Lucy!”

“Fine, fine. But you need to watch Mary so Rami and I can go out Friday,” she reasons.

“Fine,” Y/N bites her lip “See you tonight.” She hangs up the phone and exits the school, cursing his name the whole time.

Ben took a seat in his chair and leaned back, rubbing his face and letting out a loud groan “God that woman. I just wanted to reason with her. Fuck, I need a drink,” he says to himself. He pulls out his phone and sends a text to his favorite confidant Gwilym ‘Will you watch James tonight?? I need a drink, probably 10.’ 

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voulez-vous (do you want) | ben hardy x reader + roger taylor

song inspiration by ABBA // roger often joins ben and y/n for a bit of fun 

♡ smut

warnings: there’s absolutely no plot to this other than smut- threesome, m/m, male oral receiving, squirting (i’m not really sure if that needs to be a warning but there it is)

requests: open | requesting information  

a/n: wow can u believe i’m actually posting a completed one shot ??? i’ve not written smut in so long, and i’ve never written a threesome but i think i did pretty well. let me know if y’all liked it !

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Y/N looked at Ben and Roger sternly. “The first one to cave in and touch me is the last one to come.” She drew her hand to her back and began to slowly pull down the zipper of her burgundy velvet dress. While Roger looked at her quizzically, Ben was the first to speak up.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Y/N’s dress had pooled to the floor, leaving her only in her panties as she decided earlier in the evening that a bra wasn’t necessary for the dress. “I’m going to sit on this chair and I’m going to touch myself. I’m going to make myself feel so good pretending like it’s you touching me while you two sit on the couch and watch.” She put a little extra sway in her hips as she walked over to her favorite olive chair that Ben would often find her reading a book on. It was near the window, providing the perfect natural light for book reading. However in this case, the light of the moon poured into the living room and onto Y/N’s shoulders. “Should one of you decide to touch me, I will make sure the other comes first.” She left her nude heels on, skimming the soles against the hardwood as she spread her legs.

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always you | ben hardy

pairing: ben hardy x female reader requested: yes/no request: “can i request a ben imagine where reader is jealous because of how much attention he seemingly gives other girls that are always around him but she has no reason to be jealous bc they’re not dating.. etc.” warning: just fluff ok and a the tiniest bit of anxiety and angst word count: 7.1k authors note: ah yes so this is my first written request. i hope it lived up to your expectations nonnie! i got a bit carried away- but i know a lot of you prefer longer imagines, so this one if for you. i also hope i managed to include everyone who requested to be in my taglist. if i did miss anyone, i am so so sorry! i don’t think i did though. as always, i appreciate any and every piece of feedback. so you’re more than welcome to let me know what you thought. happy reading!

You were painfully aware of all the cameras being held by photographers frantically making their way around the late open space to catch a glimpse and shot of todays hottest celebrities. All gathering in the same room for merely 15 minutes to watch a bunch of girls strut down the runway, sporting the certain designers coming clothes collection. As another show died down, you once again found yourself in the background. Trying your best to stay out of the way of any camera being pointed in your direction. Your best attempts regularly made you painfully aware of how uncomfortable the entire situation as a matter of fact made you feel. It was also another reminder of how in awe you were of all celebrities and people who faced this on a regular basis. You weren’t even in front of the camera. But struggled to keep a straight and content face in the background of it all. Knowing you could very well end up in a magazine or two. For all the wrong reasons.

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What It Means To Be A Father | Ben Hardy Imagine

Word count: 800 words 

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, a mention of abortion, a mention of sex, giving birth, postnatal tearing - nothing graphic! 

Summary: A girl’s long-term boyfriend breaks up with her after finding out she is pregnant. Her best friend Ben finds himself taking on the responsibilities of dad. 

A/N: I wrote this in first person POV cause i fancied it, you can still imagine that it’s you/whoever you want 

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The baby had always been his, really. Right from the moment he’d walked out of the kitchen - can opener and all - and presented me with the small, wet, ruby red kidney bean, right in the palm of my outstretched hand.

Of course, we’d have to tell her eventually that he wasn’t her biological father - but we had time for that. Years, in fact. Years of her toddling around on the play mat, too young to understand. Years of pure, domestic bliss.

I had been with her father for around three years when I found out I was pregnant with her. Delighted, I’d wrapped the test up in an old hat box, tying it up with a glossy pink ribbon, like something plucked straight out of the 1940s. That had always been my vision of family - conventional. Shiny.

Naturally, he was furious and demanded that I get rid of it or he’d leave me. Broken and needing him, I said I’d choose the former, and then of course he left me anyway.

And that was how I found myself upstairs on the double-decker bus at one in the morning, on the way to Ben’s house completely unannounced. I could only hope that he was home, and, more importantly than that, alone.

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