(y/n) - your name

(d/n) - daughters name (I'm too lazy to come up with a name)

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"Ready to see your dad sweets?" I coo softly as my baby girl squeals, clapping her hands in excitement as she bounces in my lap.

"Yes, yes, yes! I wanna see daddy!" My sweet girl exclaims in excitement with a large toothy grin and I smile, nuzzling her nose. We were in the car heading towards the private runway where Chris said the cast would be.

It's been a wild two years since Total Drama Action. Winning the second million, having our wedding, the long nine months and then having Duncan and I's daughter.

The wedding, as you can imagine, was absolutely chaotic. We tried to keep it a private ceremony, Duncan and I, but Chris being, well a narcissist, leaked the location on purpose to the press. I mean, I knew he was going to do something like this so I gave him a fake location and got mum and my sister to go get him. His face was priceless when they brought him to the actual wedding with a bag over his head so he wouldn't know where we were! The kidnapping scheme was mums idea.

We had the wedding in a forest with a willow tree and surrounded by flowers. I didn't want to go too big seeing as it was just close family and friends plus the cast I got to know over the years, but Duncan was secretly a romantic and surprised me with the location. I fell in love with and chose the forest over a church. I also got to meet Duncans family! His parents, aunt, cousins, brothers and grandmother. They were so sweet and dotting, happy and surprised to see that their youngest family member was getting married first out of the brothers and cousins.

I think Justin, Chef and Chris were the only ones who were bawling their eyes out when the priest announced us husband and wife. They are secretly softies. The reception was a blast, Getting to dance with both my dad and Chris, my mum and then with Duncan, ending the night with fireworks that Chris organised for me knowing I loved them.

Our honeymoon was... hot you could say. We travelled the world, broke too many beds to count and Duncan got his mischief streak rubbed off on me. I never realised how exhilarating stealing could feel but Duncan promised me he wouldn't go back to his old ways. I was ok with that, I didn't want him to go back to jail.

Duncan was so soft and gentle with me when my baby bump started showing, heading back home to renovate the house and baby proof it. We painted our baby girls room a mix of blues, purples and greens, ending up being a mixed mural that reminded me of a field of flowers. Duncan and I fought over building the cot and all the baby stuff but he knew I was too stubborn to let him do everything. We spent so much on toys, clothes and everything we thought we might need and truth be told, we may have gone overboard.

When the baby bump became much more noticeable in the mirror, every day Duncan would hug me from behind when I wake up and he would have a huge smile on his face. He would read to my stomach or mutter about how he met me, kissing me sweetly than my stomach. And when I tell you Duncan was excited, I mean he was excited. He had lists of baby names, already having a plan ready for when I needed to go to the hospital and a delivery duffel ready. And I thought I was organised but he was on another level.

The cast would sometimes come over to visit us, Chris, my mum and sister, or Duncan's whole family would stay over for the weekend just to look after me. Everyone came over more often when it was nearly time, definite panic when I was a month early. I mean was a premature baby but I didn't think our baby would be. I remember Duncan driving like a madman while Chris literally bought off the road to be cleared for us, me screaming at him for doing this to me and he just told me he loved me over and over.

It was a long exhausting delivery, Duncan almost fainting when he saw his baby girl but he held himself together to hold our daughter. He was in tears, telling me how he always wanted a daughter, how he wanted his little princess to spoil. We kept the gender a surprise. She had his teal eyes and my hair, such a small little thing when I held her. I couldn't stop crying for hours, wondering why I was so scared to have a child when she is the most beautiful thing that cuddled in my arms.

Duncan stayed with me the entire time I was in the hospital, everyone visiting every day to see how we were doing and how our little girl was doing. She was definitely a sleeper like me, showing attitude on her little face just like Duncan. She was a legitimate mini us combined. I felt so full and complete when I walked back home with my husband and my little girl, her curious eyes looking around in my arms.

Duncan never strayed far from me and our daughter, always asking me or her if we were ok or needed anything. He was loving and caring, so passionate and warm. Every morning he would give us a kiss on our foreheads, playing with his daughter and him telling her stories of his crimes. It was like I was living a dream, a fairytale story I could only imagine every time I saw Duncan humming to our girl as she falls asleep in his arms.

She was a quiet baby, not crying during the night or making a fuss. She was just focused on us as we loved her endlessly. When she took her first step, girl literally lept from the kitchen floor next to me while I was cooking to go greet Duncan at the door when he came back home from fixing his bikes in the garage. We both were shellshocked, to say the least. Like I knew Duncan and I could be sneaky and easily lie on another level but this baby just walked like it was nothing! Like she hid the ability that she could do this! Was she practising while we slept!?

Duncan and I also had this bet going of what our girls first word would be. I thought she would say dad first but Duncan thought she would say mum first. Duncan was right. She was in his lap one day as he gently brushed her hair-which grew ridiculously fast-while I went out to get some groceries. Now Duncan I switch chores ok, I didn't get stuck doing the housework. Duncan always does them and sometimes I have to force him to let me do things around the house but he just wanted me to relax. Back to that day, when I said hello, our girl whipped her head so fast and made grabby hands for me while calling out 'mama'. I dropped the bags then, everything rolling on the floor.

She just loved to surprise us. Especially when she became an energetic kid from the quiet baby she used to be. It was like she stored all this energy for when she could deal the most damage. She was a bubbly and hyper girl with a sneaky side that Duncan and I argued over who she got it from. Our baby was definitely a daddy's girl, enjoying listening to his stories and honestly, it was cute to watch them while he showed her different tools in his garage with her adorable look of fascination in her eyes.

That same fascination filled my babys eyes as she bounced in my lap, face smushed against the glass of the car as Mark drove us to the drop off area. Mark was Duncans old Parol Officer and we offered him a job when he retired. Just an easy job of driving me since I don't drive and he can do whatever he wants after. We were currently in London, having taken my baby girl to see a bunch of touristy spots since I got bored at home when I got a call from Chris that he also was in London.

He wanted to see me and I figured why not, it's been a while since I saw the cast and since I saw Duncan when he joined the new season of Total Drama: World Tour. Honestly, I don't see why he needs to play but I guess I would do the same just to hang out with everyone again.

"Look, it's Cruncle! Cruncle!" I laugh at my babies name for Chris. He would do anything in the world and give anything for (d/n). He loved his precious mini co-host. I look out the window and see Chris waving as I see him stand in front of a dilapidated and rusty looking plane.

I know that I don't give him a cent of our millions cause he's rich himself, but seriously.

Can he not spend a few more to make sure the plane is actually safe to ride in?