{ thespookystark }
“Password?”
He groaned. “You suck.” He peeled himself away, literally. He was now so sticky his hand stuck to the doorknob. He went into the nursery and picked her up, cradling her against his chest. “What’s up, kiddo? You just lonely? Or do you need something?” He walked with her to the kitchen to put a bottle together for her.
She babbled vocally at him between wails, her little hands and baby nails clawing at his shoulder. She slapped it a couple of times for good measure and looked up at him with an identical copy of his own eyes- except the expression a little more distressed and irritated.
thedanielstark reblogged this from liaisewithlia and added: His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. He loved how their ‘I love you’ was never just 'i love you.’ It...
liaisewithlia reblogged this from thedanielstark and added: She leaned in and kissed him, her hands clasping behind his head. She pushed him back to lie on the bed and her lips...
