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SUNSET KISSES

a/n: you and Jude are attending a wedding in Italy near Lake Como, having the time of your life, celebrating love. Potentially a few hits get dropped by Jude about your future? :) small fyi - it’s been a while since I have written anything so please be mindful and my apologies about being slightly rusty. Hopefully I’ll get back into writing since I miss it dearly. I did not proof read this. reblogs are highly appreciated <3

warnings: none. pure and sickening fluff.

word count: 1395 words

It was a beautiful summer evening. Mid July. The light breeze coming from the Lake Como made your light purple dress flow in the wind, delicately exposing your thigh. It had a light slit on the side, the top half of the dress hugged your curves nicely, it had only one strap, leaving your other shoulder exposed to the setting sun still warmed up the evening.

You and Jude were at your friends’ wedding reception. The new family decided to get married in Italy since the husband was part Italian. You weren’t complaining though. No one could pass on an opportunity to visit the country of pasta, pizza, aperos spritz and gelato. Now you weren’t alone. Your boyfriend, Jude, tagged along. After all he knew the people who got married too and he wasn’t just your plus one. It felt amazing to have a few days from your everyday routine - this trip allowed you to escape university, whilst Jude had a whole weekend off. That happened rarely. Being here with your boyfriend, celebrating love? Nothing could ruin your weekend.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” suddenly Jude’s voice appeared next to you, pulling you out of your daydream as you dozed off watching the water of Lake Como move. Then you felt a far too familiar arm snake around your waist, pulling you into his side. Jude wore a black suit with a white button up. Classy but boy did he look handsome and you loved your man in clothes like this. They fit him like a glove.

A small hum bubbled past your lips agreeing with Jude as you glanced over at him. “Thanks for com-“ but Jude cut you off by shaking his head and letting a small chuckle bubble past his plump lips.

“Don’t thank me. I am not tired to travel with you and spend time with you. I am having fun here with you and you’ve got nothing to worry about.” he reassured you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin.

Before coming there you were slightly worried, that you were ‘forcing’ Jude to go with you. In your head he was tired and he probably should’ve spent those free days resting at home. It already killed you seeing him constantly wrapped up in his shoulder brace. Of course you wanted him to come but you also cared about Jude’s well-being.

“Alright, alright… I’m just happy we are here.” You sighed softly and nudged his jaw gently with your nose.

Eventually the two of you wandered back to the party where everyone else was laughing, dancing, talking, drinking. No cameras besides the ones focused on the bride and the groom, no paparazzi. An opportunity to let lose and relax for you and Jude. As you grabbed a champagne glass and brought it to your lips, you felt Jude’s hand drag you onto the dance floor. A small gasp left your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Jude, I nearly spilled the champagne all over me.” You grumbled whilst your boyfriend only grinned at you and took the champagne glass from you.

“Sorry, but it didn’t spill and we have to dance to this song.” He said cheekily, as ‘Unwritten’ by Natasha Bedingfield echoed through the garden.

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the sight of your clearly slightly tipsy boyfriend. His blazer was long gone by now laying near your table, the few top buttons of his shirt were undone, his lips looking plump and delicious as always and his eyes were slightly glossy what made it look like they sparkled.

“We watched ‘Anyone but You’ once and it was a hoooooorrible movie.” You giggled whilst Jude only mocked you and twirled you, before pulling you into his chest.

“Let me have my moment, woman. Just dance with me.” Your boyfriend teased and lowered his head to playfully bite your cheek which made you squirm in his hold and blush.

Jude’s arm tightened around you as the two of you danced like two fools, singing along to a very cheesy song whilst people around you did the exact same.

“Don’t you think we are kind of like Bae and Ben right now? Dancing at our friends’ wedding?” Jude asked, trying to hold back his laugh. Now this question made you snort out a laugh before you pulled him lower by the collar of his shirt and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

Jude obviously returned that, letting his fingertips squeeze your waist. Suddenly you felt him smile against your lips like an absolute idiot.

“What was that for?” He asked quietly now, so only you could hear, even though no one could possibly hear the two of you over the music.

“I’d like to think that this is a Y/n and Jude moment. Not Bea and Ben. Make it ours.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking Jude’s lips one more time.

Jude’s brown eyes watched you as you spoke, whilst the two of you kept on moving to the music.

“You are so cheesy.” Your boyfriend commented which made you squeeze the back of his neck.

“Look who is talking. I am not the one who dragged me on the dance floor to dance to ‘Unwritten’ and pretty much cited one of the worst movies of this decade.” You shot back playfully.

“Feisty. I like that.” Jude snickered and sneakily gave your butt a light slap.

“Jude!” You whisper-yelled. “People are here!” You slightly glared at your boyfriend, not wanting to seem inappropriate. Now Jude cut your small protests off by kissing you. Slowly and lovingly. Keeping you close and not letting you move away from him. Watching his friends get married made him feel warm on the inside. It made him fall in love with you all over again during this trip. And that gave him ideas of his own. He wanted to marry you. He wanted to be a family with you, he wanted to travel the world with you and tell everyone that you were his wife. His forever.

“Shhhh… No one cares. Everyone is too focused on themselves, plus they only care about the bride and the groom. No offence.” The brown eyed boy joked.

“None taken.” You smiled against his lips and slightly pulled back looking up at him.

“I love you… So so much.” Jude sighed and moved the two of you off the dance floor to a more private corner, away from the people. His warm large hand rested on the side of your face, his thumb gracefully tracing your cheek bone and then lower lip, before pulling it back.

“I love you too… So so much. You know that, love.” You said softly, almost scared to ruin this delicate and sweet moment.

Jude’s piercing eyes watched you for a moment before he sucked in a breath, his chest rising and falling, almost like he got the courage to say what he was about to say.

“You know…” he trailed off and glanced at the bride and groom sitting at their table and giggling like two high schooler in love. “This could be us one day…” your boyfriend said gently then glanced back down at you.

You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Jude, but you haven’t talked about marriage just yet. You froze for a moment watching your friends. You could feel Jude’s eyes on you, trying to ready you and figure out what was brewing in that mind of yours.

“You’d like that?” You asked softly and finally met your boyfriend’s gaze. Jude didn’t even blink before he nodded. “What about you?” He asked after a small pause.

You exhaled shakily and bit the inside of your cheek. The answer was yes. Obviously. But you were slightly scared for some reason. Maybe because back when you were a little girl you didn’t think it was actually possible to live the fairy tale and live happily ever after?

“I’d love that.. Not next week or month but I’d love that, Jude.” You finally answered which made your boyfriend grin and kiss you like you were his air and his life. And god. In all honesty? You were Jude’s air, life and hope. He loved you. More than anyone else in the world.

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prettyjude · 18 hours

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Hey Ana!😊

i was wondering if you could write a headcanon of 'jude is the type of boyfriend to' kind of thing.

i love your fics a lot :)

hii anon!! ofccc!! 🤭🤭 also check out @redeyegrl recent fic!! as it’s super similar to this!! 🫦🤍

the type to wake you up when he has a bad dream, and want to be held.

get pouty when you refuse to show pda in public and just kiss you to show you off.

send super annoying texts throughout the day because he misses you dearly! especially when he’s away!

play with your hair! twist your hair around his finger! taming it out too see your shy face! or knowing it helps you sleep so he does it after you have a long day!!

calls you when he’s out of town or vice versa, and he’s wanting to hear your voice because your voice relaxes and soothes him!

the type to hold your hand and place kisses on it! or when your mad at him he knows to hold your pinky because he can’t stand being away from you even if you’re upset! and because it makes you feel safe.

the type to prank you or scare you around the house by hiding in corners or rooms! record your reactions and post them on special occasions!

he’s the type of bf to play with your rings, bracelets, necklace with his initials when cuddling because he’s entranced by them! or when in a social setting just to push away his nerves and focus on the small diamonds and or chains.

buy you sweets and crisps/ chips when your on your period! or coming back from going out because they’re your comfort snacks! leaving notes on them by wishing you a good day kr reminding you he loves you!

the one to share his airpods when traveling together because sharing music was a way of bonding! loves to see your reactions to unanticipated songs!!

get mad and needy whne you’re not giving him attention!! literally begs and forces you to stop what your doing to give him a kiss or hug! arms holding you tight afraid to let go and you’re just laughing!

FOREHEAD KISSES!! at home or when in public! it’s his love language and they can’t but make you feel giddy inside!! his lips leaving a warm feeling when he does!!

asks “do you love me?” when he upsets you because he’s so afraid to lose you! or be angry for the rest of your life! makes you laugh because he is literally frowning!

the type of bf to fall asleep on you no matter where you are!! on your shoulders, your back, stomach, sometimes even your thighs or legs because he needs to be aside you when he sleeps!

granting any wish or favor for you because he loves to make you feel like the only girl in the world! wanting to see the brightest smile because it warms his heart and head!

kiss you when you’re rambling on and on about stuff that doesn’t make sense! knowing his kisses or get even his touch calms you down instantly! telling you to relax and breathe!!

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prettyjude · 2 days

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let me bring this back bc he was INSANE for this

need for him sit pretty like this on the couch so i can ride him

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prettyjude · 3 days

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and the day after that, and day after that part 2

jude bellingham x reader there's a bit of sexy times, so.. Jude likes them older so I posted a part 2, what can I say...

Your stance awkward and stiff as you observed your surroundings, your gaze stopping a few times to glance in Jude’s direction. He didn’t seem much concerned or reserved regarding last night events and it filled you with such ire, that his confessions turned to be your burden to solve. Giving the impression as he’s been freed after voicing his decision, if u could call it that, waiting for you to make yours. As if there was any decision to make. You never wanted to make one. Your heart turned heavier at the thought of it alone, because every solution you considered in the morning seemed difficult. It was foolish. Would you break his heart? Could you? Something was telling you that he was not going to let you, and that was what frustrated you the most.

This whole day you’ve been very attentive and observant, and the revelations of many conclusions that hit you afterwards were astounding. He’s been benevolent, and caring, starting with the mug of warm lemon water waiting at you at the breakfast table. It’s been the fifth time that he prepared you your morning drink exactly the way you made it, but it’s been the first time you noticed that he remembered perfectly. He just shrugged it off. Simple gesture, with such new meaning suddenly. And then, twenty minutes later when Mia asked you if you’re willing to join her for swim, he nonchalantly stated the most obvious thing: “It’s only nine Mia, she’s not stepping one foot in the morning sun cause it’s too harsh”. He’s known you your whole life, of course he was aware of your habits and tendencies, but it struck you like a bullet after you realised not many people around you were so considerate. He’s always been close, always your favourite person to be around. He paid attention to every little thing there could be, that you preferred cauliflower over broccoli, the opinion that milk is for calves and not humans and it’s absolutely useless for our system, therefore you never drink it, so he always went on a hunt for a proper substitute for you. Even your brother frowned after you rejected the lactose free one in your coffee. Next, he remembered that you hate musicals, too big pillows to sleep on and creased, not ironed clothes. All of it, messing with your head the whole day, you we’re fuming. You swore something in your brain started to malfunction.

And it felt like bricks falling over your head when you caught yourself analysing his current encounter with a long-legged blond near the bar. What was it today? A nutter day? You took a big gulp of your sour drink.

“What is it with you today?” Mia slumped next to you on the settee “You’ve been having your little stuffy face on the whole day. Or is it the daiquiri?” she clicked her long nail on your glass.

“Don’t know, think I ate something bad” you murmured.

“You’ve barely eaten today” she snorted.

You sent her a sharp look.

“Maybe that’s it”

The eye roll she made at your answer did not slip your attention. Giving her a proper look you could tell your friend had already had one too many, as her accent turned heavier and her hair a little messier. She was a yapper when she was drunk, that’s for sure. She will not make this evening easy for you. And you’ve already been on pins and needles.

“You need a shag” she pointed out making you roll your eyes this time.

Well, we have an expert.

“I’ve had plenty just few days ago”

“From what I’ve heard, from you of course may I add, Alex’s not really living up to the expectations” she giggled quite proud of her valuable notice.

“He’s alright!” you fought back.

“Look around you! Maybe it’s time to taste something new”

Before you could really process what Mia’s intentions were, she suddenly stood up and your eyes widened, observing her wobbly stance, expecting the unexpected.

“Attention everybody!” she shouted and you froze, your eyes glued to her bright face “My gorgeous friend here needs a proper shag!” she accented the last word.

“Mia!” you gasped trying to grasp her arm to make her sit down because clearly, that was not very wise of her. Outrageous!

Many faces gathered on the terrace obviously turned your way to find the source of this blatant declaration. Your face probably beet root at the moment. What a night.

“She’s quite a treat, as you can see” she twirled to take a look down at you “Any possible suitors please report to me first!”

You could hear someone laugh in the distance and you flinched knowing for sure, that every hotel guest will definitely gawk at you for the rest of your stay.

You gaped at your petite friend with open mouth. Words blocked in your throat.

“Now, we wait and see” she sang sitting down and kissing your cheek in the process.

“There’s a special place for you in this world” you hissed “You should start rubbing dirt on yourself”

“Oh, death threats?!” she just laughed it off.

There was a movement on your side and you prepared yourself for the worst, turning your eyes up to spot Jude with an amused expression painted on his face. Oh, he loved that.

“Dance with me?” that was all that left his lips and you frowned, gazing at his palm extended to you.

“And we have the first candidate!” Mia chirped.

“Now I have to keep an eye on her, thanks to your little announcement, Mia”

You saw her sending him a small wink.

“I accept your application, Bellingham”

And as you had enough of this not very enjoyable to you situation, you stood up abruptly, taking the boy’s hand, letting him lead you near the dancing couples. The song was too slow for your liking. You lost the sense of your own body as he placed your palm on his shoulder, the other gripped lightly in his left hand.

“You’re wearing the necklace” he observed, his voice startling you a little since you were immensely focused on his fingers displayed on your bare back.

Big, almost covering it from side to side.

His comment made you remember that you indeed wore the delicate necklace he gifted you for your 24th birthday. White gold, because he knew you adored it. You never wore it on a daily basis because you found it too precious. And that he knew as well.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Well, obviously not because I’m being presented as an escort for tonight”

He laughed at your comment and you smiled at the sound of it.

“I wore it as a totem” you started after a few moments, your hand on his shoulder twitched uncontrollably “Of my undying… love and devotion for you, Jude” you watched his features turning serious. Dark, sparkling eyes boring into yours. “All of it, strictly platonic” you specified.

A soft smirk flashing before your eyes when he spun you around, pressing you much closer to him as you faced him again. Warm flesh, hard lines of his body, close.

“I am patient” he murmured quietly.

And you felt the vibration from his words on your skin! You realised you kept your mouth slightly agape. What an arrogant, self-assured little bastard. Making this hundred times more difficult for you than you expected. What will it take for you to put up this fight?

“My father once told me” he continued, taking advantage of a lack of response from you “That if you find a person that makes your heart serene, your head calm and your body light, it means you’re home. I have this and more when I’m with you, all I’m asking for is one chance”.

You remembered the boy, always around, not as loud as your brother, gentle, considerate, the boy who used to fix your bike when your brakes started to screech or share his last sour bubble gum with you because it was your favourite. The boy who held out his hand for you when you were jumping over the fences in your neighbourhood, the first boy who called you beautiful when you wore your awkward little baby blue dress at the end of the sixth school year. He resembled him so much now, in this moment. With his eyes big and shiny, honest, sincere.

You didn’t know but minutes has passed as you reminisced, taking in the sight of his face, changed over all those years, yet eyes still the same, always. You were still rocking gently into the music but all you could hear now was slow breaths of his and yours, felt the beating of your hearts inside your ribs that were touching. The rhythm was steady, synchronised. Serene. You stopped.

Taking a step back you still held his hand with yours and there was a glimpse of something close to dismay appearing all so sudden on his expression. For the first time. There it was, you could end it now. Finally the doubt showed it’s way to the surface and it was enough. With a heart on his sleeve he confessed. And you had the tool to became the executioner. But you didn’t let go of his hand and said nothing nonetheless, just took another step back wanting him to follow. Blood pumping in your veins as you wondered what exactly were you going to do? Maybe say? But you knew what you wanted to do, you just considered if you should. Not wanting to wait too long, you didn’t head to the stairs leading to your rooms as you planned at first, instead taking a turn to the small café near the lobby, empty now at this hour, with lights low.

You faced him again, slowly placing one of your hands on his neck, the other reaching for his cheek, you thumb grazing the skin there. He pulled you closer to him, his arm fully wrapped around your middle. You sighted. After counting three steady breaths you leaned in, realising you had to stand on your toes just a little to reach him right but he lowered his head to make you both comfortable. The soft touch didn’t turn into the kiss instantly, you gently swayed making the impression of leaning back again but you quickly realised you turned a bit dizzy. It was pleasant. So when you brought your lips back to his, you finally kissed him properly and he put the perfect pressure to it in response. Nothing about it was weird, as you considered for a second before making a move. A first kiss, yet felt very natural. Like it was promised. Like it simply waited for it’s right moment. Moving your hand further up, locking them behind his head you deepened the kiss, intensifying the movement of your lips against each other and there was a moment of your lips parting just a bit more that he took advantage of, his tongue meeting yours in a stunning flick making you let out a timid moan. Unwise. He pushed you back gently, your bum meeting with the edge of one of the tables around. You leaned back when he sped up, the kiss heating up and your heart skipped a bit. He took notice of a gentle push of your palm on his chest, breaking the contact.

“Don’t think too much, just feel me” he whispered against your lips.

He said it to simply comfort you but it sounded so sexy you could feel tingles spreading over every inch of your skin. You refused to open your eyes at first, but when you did (a mistake) you almost choked with your own breath at the sight of him. Towering over you, close, his palm on your cheek, the other hand gripping your hip. Oh, you’ve been so foolish.

And you kissed him again, the contact more firm, closeness more certain, you could feel your breath speeding up. You were practically sitting on the surface of the table right now. Another moan leaving your throat as you could feel him sliding in between your legs, your dress hiking up a little and you were inviting him, lewdly parting your thighs.

“Jude” you breathed pulling away “We should stop there”

He looked absolutely enchanting with his pretty eyes shining in the gentle lights around you. And you didn’t move or pushed him away, so he leaned in, brushing his lips on your neck, under your ear, going lower. The warmth and wetness of his tongue on this delicate skin made you loose your composure once again and you grasped his nape closing your eyes. It was way more than just a simple contact of two excited people. You felt drugged, ecstatic, freed.

“Stop” you whispered, not very convincingly but he stopped still.

You kind of regretted it.

“I might die if you stop me right there” he rasped.

“Bit dramatic” you smiled even though you felt like agreeing.

“I’m serious” he pecked your lips to kiss you again but you turned your head away.

“Let’s go upstairs”

“To have sex?” he whispered the question to your ear spreading goose bumps all over your neck.

You laughed.

“To talk”

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prettyjude · 4 days

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Pretty pretty

#jude bellingham #real madrid cf #football #men

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prettyjude · 7 days

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GOATS

#jude bellingham #real madrid cf #football #lewis hamilton #mercedes

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prettyjude · 8 days

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After Jude scored a last minute goal in the Barca game. You surprise him at home with his favorite meal and he loves it

You were watching the match with Jude mum Dennis in his private box and it was of the 89 minutes the game. It was 2:2 and you knew Jude would want to score as he had not scored since February. It was the 90th minute and Real Madrid were in Barcelona box then Jude scored a screamer. You got up and started jumping up and down like a mad woman but you were so happy for your boyfriend. Dennis was happy too to see her son score so you two celebrated together. After the game you ran down to him and gave him a kiss it was just a sweet kiss. Everyone knew you were Jude girlfriend. Jude mum drove you home as neither of you could drive. It was time to make Jude post match meal as Dennis made the last one. You found Jude’s post match meal weird but he was British after all it was baked beans and eggs also Dennis made the last one. Dennis went straight to bed in your shared apartment as it was late. Well Jude was having a shower and changed you cooked for him. As Jude got out the shower he could smell the food so in his towels he sat at the table and ate the meal. Jude said “ Thanks you did not have to by the way”. You said” Well you deserve it after all scoring the winning goal again as he did in the last La Liga Classico ”. Jude did the dishes putting them in the sink leaving them for his mum as he was a mum boy as you cooked for him well. After this Jude get dressed and you decided to stay the night as it was late so you two just cuddled in his bed and went to sleep as it was late.

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prettyjude · 8 days

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THIS MAN IS LITERALLY INSANE LIKE DICK ME DOWN ALREADY??!

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prettyjude · 8 days

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JUDEE😭😭❤️❤️❤️

#real madrid cf #jude bellingham

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prettyjude · 9 days

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as time gets close - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: almost close to your due date, what is wrong with a late-night grocery trip with your very excited and anxiously waiting fiance?

wc: 1.8k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: a little dad! jude blurb bc we haven’t seen much of this on the timeline!! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

"why are you bending down? you know that is bad for you," you rolled your eyes at your fiance's scolding, grabbing the keys from the floor. "i dropped the keys by accident," you say as you pick the correct key that belonged to the lock. jude rubbed your belly, ensuring you were okay before helping you out to the car, the reusable bags tucked underneath his arm.

"did you bring the list?" you ask him seeing as he nods and pulls it out from the pockets of his hoodie. "i did. i also brought you some snacks because you didn't eat much after getting some nausea," you pouted your lips leaning up to peck his cheek thanking him. "what would i do without you?" you tease, a playful scoff falling from his lips.

"what makes you think you'd be without me? i'm attached to you for life remember?" he grabs your left hand kissing over your ring finger as he gives you a knowing look. you feel as he brings your intertwined hands to your belly, "and you're carrying my baby in there."

"really i couldn't tell," you say sarcastically.

"let's make it quick because my feet already hurt and i want to sleep," you advised letting out a tired yawn. despite being close to your due date, you still had some work to do before maternity leave. making calls to set meetings, attending them over zoom, filing paperwork, in charge of making sure the firm doesn't backfire, and planning some stuff out for your wedding.

jude had told you multiple times to take it easy, but placing that aside, he always helped you unconditionally. in the shower, when cooking, taking care of chores, before bed, and attending all your doctor's appointments. he was your personal midwife and wanted to take care of you the most he could.

you remembered to look on his face when you told him you were expecting, the tears on his face as he spoke to your barely bump all night and traced his hands on your belly. singing and humming lullabies and stories about his day. since then he wanted to protect you the best he could.

going to the grocery store at this time was nothing new, in fact, it became so prevalent now that you were pregnant because you craved everything. making jude do a late run to pick up your cravings or groceries for the upcoming weeks. the same store, at the same time.

you placed your purse on the cart, snuggling into your jacket as the cold air inside the store blew you away. you followed jude who picked out veggies and greens for his meal prepping, helping him tie the bags and weigh them on the digital scale that produced labels. you watched in awe as your boyfriend picked out three pairs of different flowers. "what are these for?" you asked, smelling the flowery scent.

"for the house. we need to replace the old ones that dried out," jude says with a shy grin. "you were the one who said plants and flowers bring a sense of home into our house, " jude recalled your words, kissing your temple, pushing the cart since it became a bit heavier. "i did say that didn't i? well i wasn't wrong," you shrug, wrapping a hand around his bicep as he trailed along isles to pick up the different items on the list.

he did all the heavy lifting as you reached and picked stuff up from your level, like spices and eggs. you turn your back for a few seconds to retrieve some milk and coffee beans for the morning, to see the cart filled with pop tarts and other salty snacks. "no no no," you shake your head, as jude whines out protests. "y/n we need them! they're even on sale!"

“jude, i don’t care! we just got some three days ago!,” you say laughing, putting back the box of pop tarts. “y/n i’m telling you right now, in a couple of hours or days you’re gonna have me running back here for them,” jude states following behind you.

“am not!” you quickly defend, bringing a hand to your aching back. “are too! last night you had me running out for cheetos. what’s it going to be today? kettled popcorn? or wingstop?” jude teased making you rolls your eyes and focusing back on to what needed to get done. “don’t forget we need to pick some of that acid reflex stuff for you, to get rid of the heartburn,” jude reminds you, taking the cart and walking out of the pop tarts isle, sneaking a box in for you.

“what’s left on the list?” you ask him, taking out a small snack you had in your purse and offering some to jude. “we need bananas, strawberries, orange juice, and meats for upcoming dinners…” jude reads the list one by one, using his index finger as he goes along.

you pass by an isle grabbing some cereal and granola for your yogurts and bowls. jude insisting he grabs his favorite too since you refuse to share from your part. as you wait by the deli section jude come behind you, grabbing your belly and relieving some of the pressure.

you immediately lay your head back on his shoulder sighing in relief, hearing jude chuckle and place a kiss on your head. “almost there darling,” he whispered running one of his hands along your tummy. “i know what you’re doing jude… and if this baby starts kicking right now i’ll leave you here,” you warn.

“i’m just trying to help you love. doesn’t it feel good?” he reprimanded as you nodded. “yes but not when she starts kicking, i swear she does it on purpose and it’s your fault. like she knows it you,” you said feeling your lower back less tense and heavy. "i kid you not, last night she almost made me pee from this hard kick!"

"sounds to me like we have a mini footballer coming into our lives," said jude continuing to hold your belly since you were tired and your baby was heavy. he had read the method online with other tips and tricks. jude got more into reading when he found out you were pregnant, wanting to know every effect and secret to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.

"let's hope not, i don't think i could handle cleaning up broken stuff around the house every day," you sigh, releasing yourself from his hold because you began to get hot. you didn’t understand how your body was so quick to adjust and then de-adjust from hot and cold, but it was so easy and it drove you mad sometimes.

“you okay?” jude softened his eyes as you let out a breath of despair, holding your hand and feeling a sit squeezed tightly against his. “yeah just got a mini cramp,” you held your back and practiced breathing methods you learned, “i’m good, i promise,” you kiss his hand before retrieving the meats from the butcher. "we'll get home soon, and i promise you a warm tea and massage okay?"

"did you want chocolate or strawberry milk?" jude held up the pint containers, "strawberry, we still have chocolate milk at home," you said, jude nodding as he quickly picked the orange juice and your favorite yogurts. "i was never a fan of sweet or flavored milk but these are soooo good," you exaggerated, jude smiling hard down at you.

"never a fan? these were my childhood as a kid! my mum used to buy these or the powder to make it ourselves," jude says recalling a old memory thinking of his babygirl. "you reckon she'll like them too?" jude spoke softly as he saw you give him a fast nod. if there was one thing loved it was discussing his babygirl. he was so anxious and wanted to meet her. the itch in his teeth getting bigger as every day passes.

to hold her while she slept, hug her to keep her warm, coddle her to sleep, feed her. he was ready for it all. he loved to shop and spoil her already. her carrier, crib, different books, toys, and stuffed animals like he had as a kid. she didn't know it yet, but she would be jude's second best friend. firstly you. always you.

they saw if one ever finds love at first sight, and jude definitely did with you. a smile so bright, eyes gleaming with happiness, a stranger who he fell madly with almost immediately after hearing her say hello. through ups and downs, you found your way to each other and since then, it's a love story for the movies. jude had his career blowing, a beautiful fiancee, and now a baby on the way. what more could he want?

as jude helped bag the groceries into the recycled bags you had, you paid and thanked the cashier whom you got close with on nights like these. asking how her day was, about her kids, anything special, always something to distract her. "you two have a safe night!" she yelled as you turned and thanked, wishing her a good night as well.

after you insisted on helping, you carried four light bags as jude carried most bags since he hated double trips. you guys quickly unpacked everything, longing and wishing to get into bed. you ensure the stove and other appliances are off, grabbing your tea and heading upstairs with jude.

"lay here for me," jude instructed, grabbing some cream and begging to smooth and massage out the muscles on your legs and shoulders. "after we have her, i promise i'll return every single thing you did for me while i was pregnant," you say struggled and full pleasure as the tension went away at jude's fingertips. "oh i'm fully expecting the injured boyfriend method again," jude teased as he finished up.

he grabbed a new book, laying on your side as you brushed and played with a few curls on his head, twirling them around your finger as he breathed softly. he looked so gentle and full of excitement like this, reading to your babygirl, who sensed her daddy's voice as she kicked. she knew, she always knew.

he applied your belly oil to prevent any stretch marks and kissed the small ones that formed along the way. jude cherished your body for carrying his baby in there, for being able to give and bring a new life into his and yours. you laid on your side, jude's chest connecting and fitting the crevasse on your back, holding your tummy as in a way to keep it safe.

you placed and locked hands with his, as jude wishing you a goodnight, peering kissed on your shoulders then finally lips, moaning in delight, a tiny groan leaving his lips. "i love you so much darling," he whispered, kissing your temple and snuggling into you more. "iloveyoutoojude," you said fast, with a playful smile on your lips as you felt a familiar sensation of a certain craving. "okay now i do want some pop tarts..."

"are you serious right now?"

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