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It's rather peaceful in our house, of course, I am not complaining about this peace, the only complaint I have is this damn dress . I am not a big fan on feminine wear, but if it makes Claire happy, it makes me happy. Besides, how can I just not wear the clothes my wife made just for me? It's like they said in my previous life, no pain, no gain. However I still had a right to complain, the dress felt tight, yet loose in all of the wrong places, if anything it's one of the reasons why I sat down watching May and Aleah run around as Ralaire and my lovely wife chase after the kids rather than me joining in on the fun, although I felt left out it was still a happy sight to see.
I wasn’t exactly only just sitting down and watching my family run around, as I had a sketchbook on one hand and a pen on the other. I was sketching more, I wouldn’t say masculine wear, but more gender neutral I suppose, rather than a dress I sketched sweatshirts and sweatpants, overall designs of my favorite clothes back in my previous life.
As I focused down on my sketches I heard panting in front of me. Above me was Claire, clearly exhausted from all of the running; as much as I loved to hear her heavy breathing I was impressed that the kids could still run around and play like they just started.
“Are you ok?” I chuckled, softly closing my sketchbook as I stood up and held her. Claire could only groan as her face planted on my shoulder, although I expected at least a few words her warm breath was plenty as I held her closer. It was kinda weird though, usually if I do anything intimate with her in front of others she usually freaks out, but if a tired Claire means I can have this moment as I watch my kids chasing each other it's worth it.
“Rae.” She said with such a tone it reminded me of her back in her villainess prime times, “the kids are right there.”
“It’s only a hug,” I replied back, I didn’t want this moment to end, as I held her closer.
“R-Rae I swear-” She sighed, clearly giving up as she returned the hug. I could only hum as the hug lasted for a few more minutes before the kids rushed towards us. Despite Claire being all sweaty and I was somewhat covered in it too, we gave May and Aleah our best hugs as they could only giggle and try pushing our gross faces from kissing their heads.
“Now now,” I began, as I got back up, “time for you two to change and head to bed,”
“Yes mother!”
“Yes Mama Rae!”
The kids would compete to who would reach their rooms first as I stood alongside Claire, our hands intertwined as she started heading inside but my feet stayed in place.
“Rae?” Claire said with an eyebrow raised, “aren't you coming inside?”
“Of course, just, give me a moment,” As I saw Claire's blonde curls sway back inside the house I quickly snagged my sketchbook as I followed alongside her.
By the time I got back inside May and Aleah were already changed, that was scary fast-. I picked up May as Claire picked up Aleah, we tucked them to bed giving them an unhealthy amount of motherly kisses before closing the door.
Me and Claire could only stare at each other as Claire could only lean to me, a part of me would've seized this moment but the other part of me placed my hand on her head as I played with her hair for a bit. We stayed like this for a bit more as Claire held onto me by my waist, I’m not complaining at all as I’m enjoying this moment, after I bit though I leaned back a bit to see Claire’s as she did the same.
“We should probably change and head to bed” I chuckled as I pecked her forehead, her little giggle as I pecked her wanted me to just bombard her with pecks but I wanted to get out of this dress. We both entered our room as I opened my wardrobe, to my surprise, more dresses. Usually we had pajamas but they were currently in the wash, so the only current thing was more dresses. I mean, I shouldn’t complain as much, I was transported to this world nearly a year and a half ago, and with that most of my outfits contained skirts, or a dress. My mind can only think about the good times as I wore shorts and a sweatshirt as I changed into my nightgown.
“You okay Rae?” Claire asked with her heartwarming voice of concern, “you seemed what's the phrase…down in the dumps?”
“O-oh! I’m fine” I chuckled a bit as Claire seemed to be keeping track of my lingo in my past life, “lets just head to bed” I walked towards our bed as I tugged on her sleeve, we both giggled as we plopped on the bed, cuddling with each other as we both slowly dozed off
. . .
A few months later
My eyes slowly opened as I still felt groggy, luckily I could stay in bed longer as it was the weekend, meaning no need to head to the academy, wait no, I have to get up, I have the kids. I slowly moved in the bed hoping Claire would loosen her grip so I could get up easily for the day, oh why do I keep on giving myself these false hopes.. If anything her grip grew tighter, if this were at a different time and mood I would be doing anything else besides groaning internally as getting out of this bed was going to be more tedious than it should.
As I moved away Claire would only close up the distance, her arms wrapped around my waist perfectly, god it hurts me more getting out of this perfect spot than it does with you Miss Claire. A little lightbulb or I guess in this world candle? Nevermind, all that is important is that an idea popped in my head, and I am here to use it. Instead of me pushing away I pulled in a bit closer, I could see Claire's face change to a redder color, meaning she was somewhat up.
“May I leave Miss Claire?” I ask in a soft whisper in her ear, my arm felt her shiver after my words as she could only hold me tighter.
“F-few more minutes-” Claire whined, for once she was the childish one, and here she was teasing me for my kid like behavior, god she is making it even more painful to leave this bed.
This ended up to a weird fourth of tug and push. I tried literally everything, bribed her with her favorite foods, listened to her “five minutes”, allowed her to take the reins for a night-, but nothing! Before I knew it I pushed away from Miss Claire not realized I kicked myself off the bed as everything happened so fast it was just a-
Thud.
“Owww.” I ached, luckily I didn't bang my head or anything onto something as I just collapsed on the ground, my head darted to the ceiling as I could see Claire's face pop off from the side of the bed.
“A-Are you ok Rae!?” Claire asked, her voice still sleepy but definitely more alert, her now straight bed hair falling on top of my face, as I tried to cover my face in both embarrassment and avoiding my wifes blonde hair to stab my eyes.
I tilted my head to the left, avoiding eye contact and the majority of her hair, as I saw a box hidden under our bed. We usually hide stuff under the bed but this box seemed new to me, I reached out for the box as I placed it on my lap and slowly got up.
“What's this?” I asked, looking up at Claire with an eyebrow raised.
“What's wha-aaAAHHHHHHHH!” Claire’s voice becoming fully awake as her eyes opened to the box on my lap, “N-Nothing! Just put it back where you found it!” She tried smiling it off but I think she knew that wouldn’t fool anyone, let alone her wife.
I stared at her with a disappointed glare, she’s too easy to read sometimes, I open the box as I looked at the contents with a confused look
“What is thi-” Before I could finish my words my thought rang my memory bell, as I got up and grabbed my sketch book, comparing my sketches to the newly sewn sweatshirts, sweatpants, and shorts my wife made, if anything I felt like I was tearing up, “M-Miss Claire! You didn’t!” I was still in awe, my hand would've covered my surprised mouth if it wasn't holding up a sweatshirt that was almost like the one in my previous life. It was a dark blue sweatshirt with hints of details from my past life perfectly colliding with details coming from this world.
I leaped over to Claire bombarding her with kisses as she could only giggle telling me to stop but her body language said otherwise. As I stopped with my pecks I looked back at the sweatshirt and shorts, whether I was sobbing internally or physically, they were happy tears. I quickly took off my nightgown and tried on the sweatshirt and shorts, as I put them on I spun around in glee as I looked at Claire.
“You don’t know how much I love you Miss Claire.”
“You flatter me Rae,” she said while yawning and stretching, “But did I make the sweat shirt too big?”
I looked at the sweatshirt flexing around, it had that perfect bagginess and yet support as I flung my arms to her.
“It’s perfect,” I said, giving her a kiss before looking back at my new outfit, “I have so many questions- when did you start making this? How long did it take? How did you even find my designs?”
“Easy questions,” Claire chuckled, she gave out a subtle oh ho ho ho that was like a cherry on top to this gift, “I noticed you were always out of it, and when your out of it you always tug on your dress, May and Aleah found your sketchbook and I started working on it around- I would say a few months ago.”
“I can’t thank you enough Miss Claire,” I leaned in, “Really.”
“What can I say?” Claire sighed, her arms resting on my shoulders, “It's perfectly tailored for a Taylor, my Taylor.”
“Taylor?” I say as I could only blush as I lean my forehead onto hers, “That's a bit formal even for me Miss Claire.”
“Heh, you’re one to talk” Claire chided, “Who's the one that keeps saying Miss when I clearly say not to.”
“Can’t help it, Miss Claire.”
“Then deal with this new nickname Taylor.”
“Gladly.” I grinned, leaning to give her a kiss as I left the room to get ready for the day.
Today was a day that I absolutely loved, with my new fit May and Aleah jumped around both me and Claire asking for their own pairs, as Claire hugged them both saying she will get them started. I ran along with May and Aleah alongside with Ralaire finally, it’s not like I never had chased them in a game of tag, it's just a stupid dress was in the way. Cooking felt even more cozy as I got dinner ready, the moveability of a sweatshirt compared to a dress was honestly won by a landslide. At the end of the day I was exhausted, as I wanted to take a bath before sliding in my sweatshirt again.
As I finished my bath I leaned to grab my sweatshirt, was it, gone? No no no no no no no no, I just got that sweatshirt, there is absolutely no way unless-. I put on my shirt immediately as I bolted to the room me and Claire shared, as I opened the door I saw Claire wearing my sweatshirt with her own pair of shorts on, I couldn’t tell if she was satisfied with her work or something else,
“Miss Claire?”
“R-Rae!” Claire jumped, as she jumped the picture grew more clearer. Was Miss Claire smelling my scent on the sweatshirt??
I could only chuckle as I leaned to her, slowly giving her a hug to which she leaned to immediately.
“Have I told you that I am thankful and that I love you Miss Claire?”
“Hmm, well yes, but I wouldn’t mind if you said it a few more times Taylor.”
“Thank you, for everything, I love you.. Claire”
Claire's face immediately turned red as she looked at me with wide eyes.
“S-Say that again! Say it again Taylor!”
“Say what Miss Claire?”
“Ughhhh!” Claire pouts as she rests her head on me once more, every single reaction in this very moment will be burned in my mind for the next few months or so. I leaned closer to her as my hands slowly went under the sweatshirt she stole, to be fair she made it, but in my defense she gave it to me and stole it back! “R-Rae!” Claire yelled, like in Claire fashion she tells me to stop but leans to my touch.
I could only giggle as I lean to her lips as I-
“Mama Rae! Mama Claire! We're off to bed!” May shouted, I stopped everything I was doing and turned back to see that the kids weren’t peeking. Thankfully, I looked back to my wife who gave me her furious glare but honestly it was a gift that kept on giving. Me and Claire went to the kids tucking them to bed as we went back to our room continuing where we left off.