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Our Darling Daughter

All done?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Gwen says happily.

You wipe her face and hands and then pack the remainder of your lunch back into the basket.

“Can we feed the ducks now?” Gwen asks holding her feet.

You hum and nod.

“Yay!” she exclaims.

Kandomere smiles as he hands your daughter her toy.

You’re about to pick up the basket when he stops you.

“Oh, Darling, let me get that,” he says.

“Oh um…” you mutter and let him pick up the basket instead.

He tucks the small basket into the stroller and then  both of you fold up the blanket and pack it away.

“Come here Mi pequena, Hija,” Kandomere says and scoops Gwen up and sets her on his shoulders.

She laughs in delight and you giggle when she flaps the wings of her dragon plushie on top of your husband’s head as he walks. Kandomere walks beside you as you push the stroller and head for the duck pond. Once at the water’s edge on a small outcropping, you pull out a bag of dried corn from the stroller and Kandomere sets Gwen down on her feet. You give Kandomere a handful of corn and then kneel down to give some to Gwendolyn and take her dragon plushie and set in the stroller.

And she stretches her arm above her head to toss it into the water.

You gently catch her hand, “Wait, until they swim over here.”

You watch as some of the ducks who had already become curious of your group start to swim in your direction. When they get close enough you let go of her hand and she sticks out her tongue as she throws it as hard as she can into the water directly in front of you. A couple ducks catch the furthest bits of corn she threw and eat them happily. You give her another handful and she throws it and the ducks dive under the surface of the water after it. Kandomere throws bits of his corn far out into the pond in an attempt to lure in more ducks. As you give Gwen a third handful she runs forwards towards the water out of your reach.

“Kandomere!” you cry.

He quickly wraps an arm around her and picks her up, carrying her away from the water, and then he sets her back down next to you.

“Stay on the grass, Gwendolyn,” Kandomere says.

“Okay, Papá,” Gwen says.

You grab a hold of your daughter’s other hand so she won’t run off again.

He smiles at her and throws the remainder of his corn and Gwen throws hers and watches the ducks happily. Your husband retrieves the last pieces of corn from the bag and splits it between all of you. You transfer your daughter’s hand to Kandomere’s and he kneels down next to her and you throw your corn into the water and Gwen smiles and jumps up and down in her little blue dress. As Gwen throws her last handful out to the ducks, she then stares out at the furthest duck who couldn’t get to you all in time.

“Oh no! He didn’t get any food!” she yells.

“Hold on,” Kandomere says.

He stands up again and you hold onto Gwendolyn.

He stares at the duck for a moment and then throws the corn way out into the pond and right in front of the lone duck who then scoops it up in his beak.

Gwen squeals, “Graicas, Papá!”

He smiles down at her and you put the empty bag away.

Kandomere picks Gwen up again and he hands her back her toy and she sets it on top of his head and he huffs a little. Then you all start following the path again and walk on a little bridge over a river filled with koi and finally break off to step into the trees. You’re having difficulty pushing the stroller over and around the tree roots and Kandomere sets Gwen down and takes over for you. You lead your daughter by the hand out of the trees and to a familiar wheat field, Kandomere leaves the stroller nearby and then takes your hand in his and you walk to the spot where The Northern Light had been so many years ago.

Kandomere lets go of your hand and searches the ground for a moment and then kneels down and gestures for Gwen to come towards him.

You let her go and she walks over to him, “Do you see this?” he asks.

Gwen tilts her head as she looks at the ground and shakes her head.

He gives her a small smile and then pushes some of the wheat down around the two of them, “How about now?”

Gwendolyn frowns, “It’s just a hole.”

Kandomere chuckles, “Yes, but more specifically it’s an impression, from this dragon,” he says and points to her dragon plushie.

Gwen looks down at her toy and gasps, “SHE WAS HERE?!”

You both let out a laugh and then you kneel down next to her, “She was, and she sat right here.”

Gwendolyn sits on the ground and places her blue and white dragon toy on the ground, “Like this?”

Kandomere nods and points up at the sky, “She soared down past those buildings and into this field and landed right here,” he continues gesturing to the ground.

Gwen smiles, “Whoosh,” she says and throws her hands out and a small gust of wind blows through the field.

Your’s and Kandomere’s eyes widen and he puts his index finger over his mouth, “Shh.”

Gwen repeats the gesture and says, “Shh.”

You smile at your daughter and then at Kandomere and he returns it.

“Me and mommy even got to talk to her,” Kandomere adds.

“Really? Was she nice? She looks like a nice dragon,” Gwen says and pats her toy.

You run your fingers through your daughter’s long blue hair, “She is.”

As you walk back to your car finally you have to put Gwendolyn in the stroller because she’s getting sleepy and when you start to try and push the stroller again Kandomere sets his hand on it. And it’s not long before you realize that you feel almost no resistance from the stroller and you stare up at the elf helping you push it.

He meets your gaze, “What?”

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Helping you push,” he says.

You eye him suspiciously.

“I just want to do an equal amount of the work,” he says.

You stop and stare at him, “Is that what this is?”

He sighs, “I love you both very much and I just don’t want you to strain yourself.”

You shake your head and smile at him and then reach your hand up towards his face to pull him in for a kiss.

When you reach the car he lifts Gwen out of the stroller and sets her in her car seat.

You start to pack everything into the trunk and fold up the stroller.

“Querida, please allow me,” Kandomere says.

“Kandomere, it’s fine I’ve got it by…” you trail off as you glance up at him finally.

There’s a touch of concern on his face and you stare at him confused and then he gently takes it from you and puts it in the trunk. You then start to walk to the passenger’s side as he closes the trunk and he quickly follows and then opens your door for you.

“Kandomere, what is going on?” you demand.

He stares at you and then at your daughter in the backseat of the running car now playing with her Angelo plushie she had left there. He shuts the passenger door and then his hands move to your hips and he pulls yours against his and then leans down next to your ear.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen and he pulls back to meet your gaze.

“No,” you say, “Kandomere, I’m not-“

“You are. I can tell,” he says.

“How?” you question.

He smiles and leans forwards and trails his lips across your neck, pressing a few kisses to your skin, “Your scent. You smell just like you did when you were pregnant with Gwen,” he whispers against your neck.

Your hand moves to his hair and he pulls back.

You shake your head, “I’m hardly late.”

He hums, “I seem to recall about a month ago when we had my mother watch Gwendolyn for our date night…”

You smile fondly at the memory, it stirring a warmth in your body, and you brush your fingers against the elf’s ear.

His eyes close and he growls.

You smile and press your hand to his face.

“I remember it was a highly erotic and romantic evening,” he whispers.

You smile again and then stare down at your abdomen and place your hand on it, “But what if it’s twins?”

He places his hand over yours and you stare at the platinum wedding band on his ring finger, “I’ll be here to help you,” he assures you.

You stare up at him, “The neighbors already file enough complaints about Gwen, imagine how they’ll be with three kids?”

“Then we’ll move,” Kandomere says with a shrug, “To a house close to my mother.”

You roll your eyes.

He lifts your hand up and presses a kiss to your knuckles, “She’ll be closer and can help you when I’m not there. And we’ll have a yard for them to play around in.”

You smile and nod, “Alright.”

You glance back at Gwen and Kandomere follows your gaze, “She’ll be four when I give birth,” you say.

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled at the prospect of younger siblings, “Kandomere says with a smile.

You smile back at him and then he pulls you in for a kiss.

For the elf Drabble challenge number 9, and Kandomere-if I may please.

Rules: Followers send a numberand Elf (thranduil, legolas, nuada, kandomere) to me ask and I will includethat in the drabble.

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► 9.      “Quit it or I’ll bite.”  Kandomere

It wasrare you and Kandomere had down time. Other times like this he was usuallycatching up on paper work, hunched over his office desk in his high-riseapartment while you watched him dig himself deeper and deeper into a hole. Buthere you two were, cuddled on the couch with the large screen television softlyhumming in the background. There was a movie on and Kandomere seemed into itthough you forgot what it was about ten minutes ago.

Youfound yourself fascinated with his mouth for some reason. You kissed him daily;quick smooches before work, long languid kissed in the shower after he’s had along day, and the rough toe curling tonguing when he was buried to the fullestinside of you. So, you knew his lips. You knew what they could do and yet, hereyou were, staring at them like they were a brand-new toy.

Wiggling,Kandomere released you long enough for you to free an arm from his grip.Placing your hand on his chest you rubbed back and forth over his shirt while acontent sigh left his lips. He was still dressed from work, though theexpensive jacket and vest were tossed on top of the coffee table. His shirt wasrolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons were open on his shirt. Yourhand dropped there, rubbing the smooth pale flesh before trailing up his neck.Your thumb brushed over his cheek while your eyes stayed glued to his lips. Heonly spared a glance at you twice and confusion etched his brows. You were upto something, he knew that much.

Itwasn’t just his lips that you were fascinated with. It was also his teeth. Thetop row. Uniformly sharper than the bottom. They had little points at the tipsand before you knew it you were running your fingers on his lips, silentlycoaxing him to part his lips so you could stick them inside his mouth. As soonas you had enough room to wiggle one in, Kandomere snapped his teeth. Youjumped, hand flying back as the clicking sound of his teeth hitting together.

“Hey,’you mumbled, frowning.

“Quit it, or I’ll bite,’ he repliedsmoothly, eyes flirting back to the television. “It’s a reflex when you touchthem. I don’t want to bite you.”

“MaybeI want you to.”                

“Youdon’t.”

A minuteticked by and you reached for his lips again. Parted lips, sweet breath, he waslike a Venus Flytrap with those plus lips. He knew what he was doing byexisting. And you were going to be that little fly.

Yousat up this time and scratched your chin before your hand dove for his mouthagain, this time faster. Catching him off guard your finger slipped past hislips and over his tongue; you giggled at his horrified expression as he lockedhis jaw and kept his mouth open. You could see the muscles tense as he triednot to close on your finger.

Therewas a full conversation behind his eyes.

“Pretty,’you mumbled, curling your finger up to touch his teeth.

“Itold you,’ he said, smirk on his face as he pressed a cloth to your puncturedfinger. It wasn’t bad, just two little bite marks from when he could no longerhold his mouth open. You didn’t move your finger for two reason; he wasn’treally going to bite you and it really couldn’t hurt that bad, but it had.

“Youweren’t supposed to bite me!”

“Whywould you put your finger in my mouth after I told you it was a reflex tobite when our teeth are touched?”

So,you had watched, and read, a few erotic movies and films. The idea of beingbitten heightened in your mind because of the kind of teeth Kandomere had.

“Talkto me mi amor,’ he pulled you out of the bathroom and towards your sharedbedroom.

“You rememberthat one movie?”

“So,you thought putting your finger in my mouth was equivalent to such an eroticzone?”

“Itwas a start,’ you shrugged.

Kandomere’seyes darkened for a second, his pupils dilating at the thought of biting you ina more intimate way; a way he had control over how the bite happened.

“I cangive you that,’ he stalked forward, pushing you on the bed. “You only need toask me.”

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► 12. “I’m pregnant.” Kandomere

You knew he paid attention to the little things.

When something was moved he noticed. When you didn’t answer on the third ring of his phone called he noticed. When you didn’t wash your hair with those three drops of tea tree essential oil mixed into the shampoo he noticed.

So when you were sicker than normal he was beyond notified…..he was alarmed. Your skin wasn’t hot to the touch and the rise and fall of your chest as you heaved over the toilet didn’t falter in pattern. You waved him away mumbling about bad sushi from downtown. He relented only after bringing back a soothing warm cup of tea. At the bottom were three little lemon slices and you could see the glob of honey starting to dissolve; enough to sweet and not ruin the taste of the tea.

Afterwards he insisted you brushed your teeth, the stench of vomit burned his sensitive nose. While you curled up in bed, he cleaned the toilet and threw out the mat from where you didn’t reach the toilet in time.

On his way back to the bedroom, Kandomere stopped at the large calendar he kept posted in his office. In the right corner of each day, as it passed, was a little start drawn in pencil. Each week a different symbol.

He noticed the past week had been left unmarked and he swiftly walked back to the bathroom. Beneath the sink was an opened pack of familiar pink and yellow feminine care products. The same could be said for the full container of pain medication and the untouched secret stash of chocolate you kept in the bottom of your towel bin.

It was probably nothing until he causes the fresh stench of vomit again. Running to the bed room he saw you heaved over the bed, still clutching the mug of spilling tea, while shaking from each upchuck. He was quickly at your side, prying your grip from the mug before you burned yourself more. When you were done he ran a bath, cleaned the bed while you soaked miserably, and came to you with clean clothes; a shirt and panties this time.

“You’re pregnant,’ he murmured against your head. It took you a moment, of course the past couple of months you and Kandomere had been more intimate, though it never crossed your mind that you might be carrying his child. Spotty periods before this was a normal occurrence before Kandomere. Missing one meant doubling up on the next; so, testing for a pregnancy hadn’t crossed your mind.

“I’m pregnant.”

You replied after a few minutes of silence.

Kandomere saw your eyes fall closed and he wasn’t sure if it was from shock or exhaustion.  

Priorities (Kandomere x reader)

Prompts: “I love you. You are what matters to me.” + “Focus on me, okay?” + reader getting shot

for @shaunamaison thank you for the request, I hope you like it!

A/N: This is more of a one-shot (1180 words) and I decided to add a gif to the drabbles as well! If anyone wants to be tagged in Kandomere stuff, let me know!

Warnings: blood, shooting, hospital stuff, argument (angst) but ends well

Drabble game here 

Arguments were a rare occurrence between you and Kandomere. He always knew how you were feeling, even better than you did, and he never gave you reason to be upset with him – except for his job. Sometimes you were incredibly worried about him, even though you knew he was good at what he was doing. But every night he was late, you couldn’t help but think the worst – that some criminal had hurt or killed him. It was irrational, you knew that and you tried not to let it show too often, but when you love someone, you always worry about them. That’s not an unusual sentiment.

Anyway, you had a rule to solve every argument before it became worse and evolved into a mountain you couldn’t climb anymore. That meant that you refused to go to bed when either of you was still upset with the other. It worked, usually. But yesterday it hadn’t.

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