Chapter Text
Standing in front of their large bathroom mirror, Simon stood in a pair of his husband's sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips while trying to fix his hair. He looks up at himself and notices how his eyes are still slightly red. He can still feel the slight burn at the back of his eyes when Wilhelm comes up from behind him. His husband slides his arms around Simon’s bare waist and pulls him into his chest. Although Simon tries to avoid Wille’s gaze, he knows that his husband can tell he is upset.
“What’s wrong, Simme?” Wille whispers into Simon’s neck
“Nothing, I’m fine” Simon purses his lips and gives his head a slight shake
“Please tell me” Wilhelm requests, their gaze locking in the mirror's reflection
“I just can’t believe my baby is a one whole year old,” he says tilting his head to rub his cheek against Wilhelm’s
“I know, but we can’t stop it” he tries to reassure his husband “And it is exciting”
“It's just” Simon sniffles “It was just yesterday that she was this little” he uses his hands to show his husband
Simon turns in his husband’s arms and hooks his wrists behind Wille’s neck. He presses his face into the crook of Wille’s neck, begins rubbing his cheek into Wille's, and tries to take some deep calming breaths. Wilhelm rubs soothing circles on his back and plays with the ends of Simon’s curls, at the base of his neck. Pulling back, the pair bring their foreheads together and brush their noses against one another.
“This is a happy moment, mitt hjärta” Wille cups Simon’s face and brushes his thumb against his cheekbone
“Logically, I know that, and I am happy” he smiles “Every moment we’ve had with her and will have is a blessing”
“I couldn’t agree more with you”
Simon lifts himself up onto his toes and seals their lips together. Wilhelm tilts Simon’s face upwards and deepens the kiss, trying to pour as much love into his husband as he can.
They pull apart when they hear soft babbling sounds through the baby monitor.
“Alright, the birthday girl is awake” Interlacing their fingers together, the two walk toward her room
Wilhelm slowly twists the nob, and the two begin to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to their baby girl. When they make their way to her crib, she has gone from babbling to happily gurgling at them.
“Happy Birthday, my love” Wilhelm beams and rubs his pointer finger down Ingrid’s cheek
“Happy Birthday” Simon tearily smiles down at their daughter, who makes grabby hands at her papa
Once Simon picks up a very smiley Ingrid, the two proud fathers smother her with kisses causing the room to be filled with the sound of giggles. As they make their way to the kitchen, Ingrid rests her chubby cheek against her papa and begins to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. In return, Simon rubs his cheek against the top of her head, revelling in the feeling of her own silky curls.
When they get into the kitchen, they are met with a table covered in food, probably sent in by Kristina. Wilhelm pulls out Ingrid’s highchair which Simon attempts to place Ingrid in. When he tries to place her into it, Ingrid latches onto his shirt and presses her forehead into his chest. Wille and Simon exchange looks of amusement at their daughter’s dramatics. Letting out a small laugh, Simon re-adjusts Ingrid, so that her face is tucked into the crook of his neck. Once she is nestled into her papa, she goes back to making her content baby noises, knowing she won.
“Why don’t you take her to snuggle on the couch while I make us coffee and her bottle” Wille smiles, resting his hand on the kitchen counter
Simon nods and gives his husband a small smile before walking towards their couch. Before he sits down, he grabs the soft throw blanket which rests against their couch. Sitting down, he adjusts Ingrid so that she is resting above his heart and covers both of them with the blanket.
“There you go, my love” Simon hums to his daughter “Do you just need a little more snuggle time with Papa? Because I always need more snuggle time with you” he coos while gently stroking his fingertips up and down her back
Trying to self-soothe, their daughter has brought her hand to her mouth to suck on. Before she can place her thumb in her mouth, Simon softly takes Ingrid’s little fist. He gently rubs the back of her hand while admiring her perfect five fingers and her perfect fingernails. She flexes her hand and then grips onto her papa’s thumb. Simon then brings her small fist up to his mouth and gives it a small kiss.
“I love you, my little love” he says before beginning to sing her lullaby to her. He shuts his eyes and continues softly singing while shifting his head so that his nose rests on her curls. Although she was older, her light baby smell had not changed and still held the capability of calming him. Simon is broken out of his singing state when he feels a hand on his thigh.
“Mitt hjärta, here is your coffee” Wilhelm says while placing the mug on the coffee table “and her bottle” holding it out to his husband
“Thank you” Simon responds with softened eyes while taking the bottle
Simon re-adjusts Ingrid so that she is cradled and makes sure she is pressed tightly to his chest, just how she likes it. When she sees her bottle, her chubby hands reach for it. She latches immediately and hastily drinks the milk as if the bottle will be ripped from her grasp.
Simon watches their beautiful baby and begins to rock her while resuming his humming. As he strokes from her forehead, down the slope of her nose, Ingrid lifts her honey-brown eyes to stare up at her papa. She briefly stops sucking and gives Simon a small smile. Simon shifts his gaze upwards and finds that his husband has been staring at him.
“Why are you staring?” he muses
“It never gets old, watching you with her” Wilhelm says “It’s so attractive, might I add” he smirks while bringing the mug up before taking a sip
“You better watch yourself, Wilhelm” Simon warns with a smile “We have a long day ahead of us, and I would prefer to not spend it focusing on undressing you”
“Alright, alright” Wille laughs. “Speaking of a long day, should we go over the schedule quickly?”
“I guess so ” Simon says before taking a big sip from his coffee mug and Wille pulls out his phone
“Okay so” he starts “We have another two hours before we have to meet in the garden for the Royal Family photos” he sees Simon shaking his head
“Simon, we’ve been over this” Wille calmly tells his husband, and squeezes his thigh in reassurance “It’s one photo that we have to release to the public”
“I know, but I wish this were something we could have to ourselves” he pouts “not to mention that she will subjected to other people’s opinions” he looks up at Wilhelm
Wilhelm placed his coffee mug onto the coffee table in front of them before shuffling closer to his husband. He wraps his left arm around Simon’s shoulder and pulls him towards his chest.
“It will be okay, min älksling” he kisses his husband’s temple “I think you’ll be surprised with how kind the public will be towards her” Wille begins to rub Ingrid’s back “If anything, they will simply judge the outfit in which we chose to put her in” he tries to lighten the mood
Simon nods, willing himself to believe and trust his husband's words. Wilhelm then continues to read off their schedule.
“After the photo shoot with the family, the three of us will have some time to film our message for the public” Simon takes another sip “Then we have the afternoon lunch with our family”
“Ingrid, do you know what that means?” Wilhelm coos at his baby girl whose doe eyes stare at him “It means that you get to have cake for the first time!” he says excitedly
He then tickles her sides which causes her to let out a small giggle and wiggle about on Simon’s chest. She reaches her one hand out towards her daddy while making her sweet babbling noises.
“Come here, my love” Willie reaches and takes his daughter from Simon “Does that sound fun?
Wilhelm then lifts Ingrid rubs their noses together and makes a funny face when they pulled apart. This caused a stream of giggles to fill their living room. Simon smiles while watching the two loves of his life
“Alright, how about I make us breakfast” Simon says getting up “We know how messy she gets and we need time to give her a bath”
“Sounds amazing”
“Should we get some food in your belly, prinsessa?” Wille asks while helping Ingrid sit up on his lap. When he receives a gummy smile and watches as Ingrid follows Simon’s movements, he knows it's only a matter of time before she whines. She tended to be a very needy baby in the morning, and today it appears that her sights are set on her papa. She reaches her arms out, face scrunching and lets out some whines as she watches Simon enter the kitchen
“Seems like the prinsessa is demanding to stay with her papa this morning” Wille says while walking towards the high chair. He places her in the high chair while Simon begins to make a small plate for her breakfast
“I’m right here, min älksling” Simon smiles while cutting up some banana “No need to worry”
“Apa, apa” Ingrid says while slamming her hand on her high chair
“Good girl, Ingrid” Simon responds “That’s me, I’m your papa” he smiles, pointing at himself and places her breakfast in front of her. Their daughter begins to happily stuff her mouth with the sliced bananas.
For weeks now, she has been on the cusp of saying both ‘dada’ and ‘papa’ which has sparked a competition between the two husbands.
“Da!” Ingrid babbles while pointing her messy fingers towards Wilhelm
“Yes, min älksling,” Wille says excitedly and sits down in front of her “Let’s try again”
“Da” Wilhelm drawls out “ddy” he tries to keep her eye contact “Now you try again”
Wille ignores his husband’s giggles while he tries to pull the word from his daughter. However, it seems that their baby girl is not interested in playing the name game and goes back to her breakfast. Wilhelm gives a dejected sigh while turning to face his husband
“She is definitely going to say my name first” Simon taunts his husband with a smile
“We’ll see”