Title: Makeover
Genre: Fluffiness
Rating: K
Pairing: Bella/Quil
Words: 524
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Prompt: "I tried my hardest but I couldn't make you feel a fucking thing."

AN: same prompt, something a little fluffier to offset all the angst ;)

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Makeover

The high pitched giggles finally pulled her reluctantly from sleep. She turned her head to the left and couldn't help but smile at the sunny grin that met her eyes. He was just so gorgeous.

Another round of laughter told her she might need to investigate, so she left the slight warmth of her bed and reached over to pick up her favorite little guy. She could say that, seeing as how they only had the one boy.

"Hey sweet boy, let's go see what your sisters are up to," she murmured quietly as she snuggled the surprisingly solid little baby. He curled up and rooted his face against her neck, always happiest when he was close to his momma.

Her oldest daughter had just turned twelve, and was very much the stereotypical moody preteen. Ella was curled up in her favorite chair, pouting at a book while she ignored the rest of her family, but she couldn't hold back a smile when Bella walked into the room holding baby Quil.

"Here's my favorite brother!" she cooed as she expertly took the sturdy bundle from her mother's arms. Bella fought back happy tears as she stood eye-to-eye with her oldest child. She was so beautiful.

More giggles brought her attention over the couch, and she couldn't hold back a snort of her own at the sight. Her burly husband was sprawled out on the extra-long sofa, passed out cold after his early-morning patrol.

Quil was dressed in some ratty knit shorts, but that was the only familiar thing he was wearing. Bella's hand came up to muffle her laughter as she stepped closer to take in the makeover that their younger daughters had apparently given him.

His feet were propped up on the arm of the couch, right at the perfect level for an enterprising young Ateara girl to paint his toes with a rainbow of neon colors. Pink, blue, yellow, orange, and a shocking lime green practically glowed against his dark skin. Bella knew just how many coats it took to get the color that vibrant, and she had to admit she was impressed by their dedication.

As she moved her eyes up his legs, she took in the sparkly stickers and temporary tattoos they had used to decorate their father, and then the bright pink feather boa that was draped regally around his thick neck. One large hand moved up to absently brush away a feather as he shifted in his sleep, and she noted that his fingernails matched his toenails as well.

Tinkerbelle makeup had been carefully applied to his face, but the crown jewel had to be the dozens of tiny ponytails that now tamed his short, thick hair. Bella pulled out her phone to snap a picture before leaning over to kiss her wolf.

"Mmm, Bells, hey baby…" Quil's nose twitched as he pried his eyes open, looking down at himself in confusion as their three little princesses danced around him in glee.

Ella scoffed from the corner where she bounced her brother on her knee. "I tried to wake you up, Daddy, but you didn't feel a thing."