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And she will keep believing that — is too modest and too self conscious of the way she looks to even believe that to be remotely true. Thinks the fact that she’s clearly the odd one out amongst her supermodel squadron of friends is telling enough. “Yeah, you know how some guys are. Maybe something like… man-bangs or a man-fringe.” Making that up as she goes with a chuckle, that’s another thing she likes. He isn’t like the rest, isn’t afraid of being groomed and presenting himself nicely and sharply, and she has always admired that about him. Its a stark contrast to her ex who barely showered, let alone enjoyed getting his hair cut and styled. It was like he was silently trying to prove something… his masculinity or whatever, but she doesn’t care anymore. “Mmh, you like that one?” She questions, lips embellished by a cheeky smirk and eyes filled with pure mirth. She feels and most likely looks like a complete dork, but that’s just the side of her he inevitably brings out. The real her. “Thank you. Yours looks real nice also.” Twirling a layered, chocolate lock of hair around her finger, a delicate giggle spills from the model the very second he begins to shake his head. “You look like a wild lion.” She tells him as she already reaches across to gently brush his bangs out of his pretty eyes so that she can see them better, an adoring grin rested upon her lips as she does so. “Well, whatever the worst thing in the world is — I look like that.” Now she’s just being extremely harsh on herself, but she really does feel this way from time to time. Especially when she’s surrounded by women who are the very embodiment of beauty on a day to day basis. Clear skin, feminine features, smooth and toned bodies that seem to maintain themselves. It’s everything she doesn’t have, in her mind at least. But after all, some days are better than others. Today is just another one of those days where she’s at her lowest, but undoubtedly, Axl is always there to lift her spirits and distract her from that negativity. “What truth? That your butt stinks and has fur on it because its a maaan butt.” Merely playing the game, the brunette stiffens up the very moment she finds her hand pressed against his ass cheek, eyes widening and somewhat of a squeal slipping from her. “No!” Arm immediately recoiling at once, Stephanie even wiping her hand against her skirt just for the effect, she pretends to gag before she’s being extra dramatic and throwing her hand into the bath water. “Stop trying to get me to touch you up, you weirdo.” Unable to look at him right now, she probably looks like a tomato as she gazes at her little boy who’s off in his own world, splashing about in the water and figuring out how it works. 

“Man bangs? Man fringe?” Axl laughs, “Some probably would. But nah, they’re just some bangs. Something different I wanted.” So of course he’s not afraid to call them for what they are. “Yup.” Axl replies softly in a proud manner, poking her cheek. “A few people have told me that. Or a tiger. At first I didn’t know what to think but now it’s really cool if I think about it. Lion’s are majestic animals.” It’s a compliment to be compared to one. Smiling shyly once he goes still again and her fingers are moving the hair out of his eyes, appreciating the gesture in more ways than one. He likes the kindness but also the affection part of it. “Mhm.” He won’t give her the time of day to keep going on so negative about herself, she doesn’t like it when he does it and he doesn’t like it when she does it. “It doesn’t have fur!” Laughing at that, hard laughs escaping him when she squeals like that. “It’s not like you don’t want to. I’m just doing you a favor, honey.” Cheeks hurting he’s laughing so much, finally turning back around to sit down on the tub again. Leaning forward once he calms down a little, Axl grabs the comb from the counter, taking it and beginning to gently brush out Dylan’s hair to see how he likes it.

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“Stop.” She tells him with an amused chuckle, although she really is overwhelmed by all of this flattery. There’s a slight shyness albeit a small smile on her face as she murmurs, “You’re just saying that.” Stephanie isn’t quite sure how to take his words — or how to even believe that such a kind thing could be said about her, to be one of the prettiest girls he’s seen is such a far stretch, but that doesn’t stop her from allowing the giddiness it brings her from bubbling in her chest. “Ohh. I was just saying that because I wasn’t sure if you had some… cool, manly name for it.” She says jokingly with a laugh, remembering just how sensitive her ex got over such small things such as this. “You’re very welcome. I must say though, I think your bangs look bangin’.“ Giving him a look of seriousness and even firing fake finger guns at him until she’s outright snickering at her own pun, she really can’t help herself. “I see, I see. I noticed that. —Layers? I’ve got those too, we’re matching.” She says with a sparkling grin, low-key loving that he knows what they’re called as even she absently reaches back to run her fingers through her hair and show him her own layering in way. “Always wanted to be a grandma? What an aspiration to have.” Playfully rolling her eyes at him while he continues to squeeze her, still tugging on his wrists and writhing around a bit, his next words have her stopping completely. Features softening, there’s a small sparkle in her eye only for her nose to crinkle the second he squeezes her cheeks again. “I don’t think so. I feel I look like a hag without it.” She tells him, and brutally honest at that as she sighs with relief upon him finally letting go. “But he has a baby butt, and you don’t. You probably have a hairy, stinky man butt.” Really acting like she hasn’t seen it in all of it’s glory a handful of times already as she plays with him, continuing to play the charade of deep disgust. “No, don’t. I don’t need an even better look.” Turning her head away out of instinct the second he says that along with his thumb dipping past the waistband of his boxers, its enough to make her cheeks feel like they’re about to burn off her face, the brunette reaching a hand out to push him away out of her face — careful not to push him on the ass, but to push him on the upper leg. “Now is certainly not the time for that.” 

“Hm. Alright then. You keep believing’ that, I guess.” The only good thing about not believing him is that at least she doesn’t have a big head about it. “A manly name for it? I would like to know the manlier version for the word bangs, that’s for sure.” Chuckling because it’s too weird, too amusing, but if he’s being honest with himself, it’s not like he can even deny it. Most men including himself sometimes are this way and would definitely have a masculine version for everything. “Wow, jokes.” Watching the way she does that with his arm propped on the tub, snorting at how dorky but cute it looks. “You do? Oh, I see it now. We ARE matching. It looks real nice.” Axl comments once his eyes land on her hair, laughing while deciding to funnily shake his head around so the layers and bangs in his hair come undone. Disheveled in the way of where he now looks like he has the untamed mane of a lion once he stops. “A hag isn’t the worst thing in the world.” Amusingly smiling, stifling a laugh. “Naaah, you’re just saying that. You and I know the truth.” Smirking to himself, a hard laugh escaping him once he tenses up when she tries to push him forward. Axl quickly steps back and grabs her wrist to guide her hand right on his butt cheek. “God, what a pervert.” Another hard escapes him before he lets her hand goes and plops down on the ledge of the tub, his head tossed back in laughter. Having way too much fun with this.

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Frowning, Stephanie is on the very brink of scolding him for saying otherwise until his last words catch her completely off guard — and unsurprisingly, jolt through her like a bolt of lightning. “…Axl.” Voice wavering into somewhat of a whine as she glares at him with a look of sheer disbelief, endearment in her eyes and shyness in her smile. One of the most prettiest girls he’s ever seen? Did he really just say that? It’s pretty safe to say that the sudden hollow feeling in her chest and the twisting of her insides can be associated with her heart figuratively bursting. At once, blood rushes to her face and she isn’t sure what to say. “I can’t be one of the most.” She speaks modestly, although quite truthfully also as she figures he’s probably seen it all — seen much better. “I don’t know what else you call them, you tell me.” Shrugging with a chuckle, eyes fixed on the bangs themselves before finding his emerald hues, a fond smile upon her lips. “I don’t know… they just suit you. And they’re pretty unique, I must say I haven’t seen too many people with the same haircut as you.” Nobody at all for that matter. “Okay, okay. Stop — you’re going to screw up my makeup.” She laughs at the way he’s squeezing her cheeks, hating that she probably looks like a whole fish to him right now as her lips pucker, the brunette quickly grabbing onto his wrists and pulling his hands away. “You’re acting like my grandma doing that.” Telling him that with a chuckle, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She looks and feels like a lovesick teenage girl blushing hard over her high school crush, heart pounding against her ribcage and the colour of roses in her cheeks. She doesn’t understand how in the world he has such a profound effect on her, and perhaps even through all of the embarrassment and humiliation of it, she enjoys the butterflies in her stomach, enjoys the newfound high it gives her. Even if she’s too shy to show him once and for all how he really makes her feel. “So that means no disconnecting the phone.” She teases, still somewhat fearful he’s not going to love it as much as he says he will. “Are you trying to say that he doesn’t have the cutest butt in the world?” Playfully mocking a look of deep offence, it isn’t long until a bright grin sneaks its way back onto her face and soon enough, her eyes are widening. “No, I don’t need a better look. What are you—” Swallowing the second his ass is put in his face, the brunette is quick to look elsewhere before she truly embarrasses herself. “I’d say that it’s nice… but I wouldn’t call it cute.” 

“I’ve seen a lot of pretty women in my life, yeah. But you’re definitely one of them.” And it’s hard to think she can’t see what he sees. He wants to do the same for her, remind her everyday how pretty she is just like the similar deal she made with him. Because she deserves it. “No, I just thought it was funny. I thought that’s the only thing they are called.” Axl chuckles, maybe he misunderstood her. “Oh, well thank you very much. Yeah, I like to be different so I’m glad for that.” His hairdo does stick out from the rest and that’s how he likes it, he doesn’t like the bandwagon. “My hair got longer since I last seen you and the lady that did it added...uhhh, layers, is what you call them.” Patting the back of his hair as if touching it will ensure that’s what they’re called. “Good. I’m succeeding then. I always wanted to be a grandma.” Joking as he gives a goofy grin, still squeezing. “Oh well. You don’t need it anyway, you’re pretty enough either way.” Grinning, letting go only to come back and attack her cheeks again before letting go officially this time. He notices her cheeks and wants to understand so badly why she’s blushing so much. “I’m not.” Rolling his eyes, he wouldn’t ever do that towards her being nice. “I’m saying it’s cute but I’m also sayin’ mine has to be too.” Axl’s laughing because he’s not really saying any of this, it’s just fun to act like he is. “Oh? That so? Maybe you need an even better look.” Briefly turning a little to look back at her before turning back forward, sticking his thumb in the waist band of his boxers and pretending he’s going to yank them down so she can see him butt-naked. Doing all of this while stifling the laughter that wants to explode from him.

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“Aww, you were only little then. I’m sure you were a cutie, even with the braces.” A vast grin spreads across her features, Stephanie doing her best to imagine what he must have looked like at that time in his life as a bashful chuckle shortly slips from the joyous brunette at calling him a cutie. “Yeah? Well, I like it. Especially the bangs or whatever you call them.” Considering they weren’t there close to two years ago now, she thinks he pulls it all off quite well, actually. “I don’t think you really are. Not as dead serious as I am, at least.” She flashes him a pointed look, the expression upon her face and the tone dripping from her voice indicating a returned playfulness nonetheless — all until his big hands find her face and she’s immediately crinkling her nose, unable to help the massive grin that now appears on her lips as her heart swells uncontrollably in her chest at even the slightest, affectionate touch from him, an involuntary albeit nervous giggle even escaping the brunette. It rocks her world entirely the second the singer pulls her into yet another tight hug that follows such sweet words, words that fill her with utmost relief and even a small sense of pride. She feels the way in which he makes her cheeks burn brighter than the surface of the sun, the way in which something as simple as a hug and just the mere sight of the ever so rewarding smile upon his face is enough to have hairs raising all over her body, and for her to almost lose her breath. Heart going a hundred miles per hour, the blushing model feels as though she might just melt in his embrace. “That’s not a problem, then. I’ll start tomorrow.” There’s nothing short of a sparkle in her eye as she tells him that, excitement bubbling in her chest while warmth radiates throughout her soul like wildfire. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as the other brushes his fingers through her hair, eyes briefly falling to his lips only for the young model to be filled with the overwhelming urge to kiss them. The sound of her pulse ringing through her ears. She refrains, and she’s glad that the other lets go when he does. Realises just how inappropriate, just how wrong that would have been of her if she actually mustered the courage and kissed him. All she has to say is a soft, “We’ll see.” before she’s tucking some hair behind her ear and looking to the baby in the tub with a rouge colour now in her cheeks, face aching from the amount of smiling she hasn’t done in a long while, at least not to this extent. “I think he just knows he’s got a cute butt and wants to flaunt it as much as possible.” Laughing as she looks down to the little baby wiggling his butt, finally getting done scrubbing him and giving him a gentle pinch on the butt cheek, the playful gesture encouraging a tiny squeal from the little boy who begins to kick his legs and splash about in the water. “Yeah. Gotta learn to embrace it, I guess.” Simply saying that with a playful smile and shrug of her shoulders, leaning over the tub and even gracing Dylan with a sweet kiss to the top of his head before another to the side. “I’m not using him as a coverup, it’s a fact he has the cutest butt in the entire universe. I mean, look at it. It ain’t hard to tell.” She breaks out into hard laughter, unable to fathom how in the world they managed to end up on the topic of cute butts, relishing in the hilarity of it nonetheless. She’s hesitant in saying her next words, and of course she’s filled with embarrassment as soon as they leave her mouth laced with a devious smile; “I wouldn’t exactly describe your butt as being cute.” 

“I didn’t feel that way, neither did anyone else. But I’m glad one of the most prettiest girls I’ve ever seen in my life is saying otherwise. That’s all that matters.” Quietly albeit happily speaking as he shrugs his shoulders. “Bangs or whatever I call them? What else do I call them?” Chuckling, always teasing. “What do you like about ‘em?” Casually questioning with a grin slowly spreading. “I am, I am. I promise.” Gently squeezing her face in his soft grip, laughing as her cheeks squeeze together and how her cheeks grow warm right against his touch. He wonders why a thousand times in a few short seconds. “Hm.” Wondering what’s so funny, that grin on his face is only turning intrigued in an amused way. Of course he doesn’t miss the way her eyes are falling downwards but he has no idea that thought of kissing him is racing through her mind, the only difference is he’d love for her to kiss him and wouldn’t regret it one bit. Especially when he can’t tell if she’d approve of him kissing her. Nodding, he gives a, “M’kay.” with a soft hum. He’s going to appreciate that more than she’ll ever know. “Yeah, I’m way sure.” Snorting, watching in amusement as Dylan starts squealing, finally gently lowering his adorable funny self back down in the water so he can sit. The redhead gives Dylan’s foot another wiggle like from earlier before turning his gaze to Stephanie, a playful scoff emitting from him, “Then what would you describe it? Do you need a better look? I’ll give you one.” Immediately pushing himself up, standing and directly turning his perfectly rounded backside that’s even more perfectly level with her eyes to Stephanie. Stifling the laughter that’s tempted to burst from him.

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“How old were you when you had them?” Curiously asking, she almost wishes she could see a photograph from that time in his life, still finding it so difficult to imagine him in any other way. “Well, long hair does definitely suit you.” Telling him that with a kind smile, the brunette even reaches across to gently twirl fiery strands around her finger, silently admiring his hair that so many would be envious of, herself included. “I’m dead serious, Ax. You need to hear these things.” Stephanie pouts with a slight tilt of her head, feeling like he’s not taking her seriously enough when she really means all that she’s said, wants nothing more than for him to realise everything that she’s told him is the truth. However, any woe visible in her features is quickly eliminated the very second colored arms wrap around her frame and pull her into a squeezing hug — warmth blossoming throughout her body from head to toe, she’s struck with dizziness, and she’s pretty sure her heart has never beat so hard as an inevitable grin appears across her visage. “Only if you wanted me to.” Emerald eyes find his that so closely reflect her own, Stephanie finding that all she’s left with is butterflies in her stomach and a cheshire grin that makes her face ache as the other loosens his embrace. “You really think you would?” Dark brows raise and she’s suddenly wondering of the possibility of actually going through with this. “Are you sure you wouldn’t get tired of hearing my voice eeevery morning after a week or two?” Asking that with a laugh, she’ll actually go ahead with it as long as she knows her efforts aren’t unwanted by him. “Ohh. You’re enchanting us with your cuteness, are you?” Her own voice sounding awfully childlike as she speaks to the tiny boy, happily bouncing himself on his butt and splashing his hands in the water, making loud noises that seem to make up his very own baby language but express sheer contentment nonetheless. “You’re right. It’s not often that I have someone do the honors of holding his stinky butt up in my face.” Light-hearted laughter spilling from the model as she merely shakes her head. “Him. Obviously.” Eyes roll, but purely out of mirth as Stephanie looks over at the redhead, smirking, giving him the look. “You wish it was your butt I was callin’ cute.” Cheeks already beginning to blush all over again as she shakes her head. 

“Nine or ten or so.” Axl answers, hating even thinking back to his days of being four eyes and a brace face. It was horrible enough getting picked on for being smart, but the geeky look to go with it just made it far worse on him. “I’m glad you say that cause I always wanted long hair. So I’m glad it works out.” He chuckles, he’s always gotten giddy over that and still does. When someone says his look looks nice or cool or something to that affect. “I’m dead serious too, Steph.” Even though he says it in a playful mocking way, leaning his head back while his hands gently grip her face so she knows he’s looking directly at her, laughing softly. “You’re really never gonna get how much it means to me. It’s better than any birthday cake, any Christmas gift, any gift period. The words alone are a gift to me, the greatest one of all.” Axl gushes, leaning back in to continue hugging her, squeezing her petite frame to his. “I want you to.” Easily admitting so with a wide smile. “I could never get ‘tired’ of it.” Scoffing, brushing his fingers through her hair before he gently pulls away. “It’s dancing. He’s doing the butt dance. I think the butt dance means he knows he’s cute.” Axl observes, chest bubbling with laughter. “Don’t you just love it?” Laughing even harder now at her words and Dylan’s butt really being in her face. “Why should I wish it? When I bet it is. You’re just using the poor baby as a coverup.” Teasing with a wild grin, it’s too fun playing with her.

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“Hm? I can’t even imagine you with braces.” Saying that with an amused smile, she even studies his face for a moment but still, she can’t picture it. “Just like I can’t imagine you ever having shorter hair.” Smile cracking into a grin as she finally laughs aloud at the mere thought. “Good. Just what I want to hear.” Not too fond of the idea of being stopped, even if it was a joke. “They are true.” Dead seriousness albeit a caring kindness in her tone. “You better not forget any of that, I’m not gonna let you. I’m just going to keep reminding you each and every day, no matter how annoying it gets. No matter how annoying I get. You deserve to hear it all, and you deserve to hear it all the time.” Almost wanting to scoot over and give him a warm hug, the only thing stopping her are her mixed feelings. How her heart tells her yes, but her brain screams no. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to seem like she’s coming on too strong. Either way, her words are still heartfelt and are not simply vacuous. “You know what… I’m gonna start leaving cute and kind messages on your answering machine every morning so you can start your days off with a smile.” She suggests with a shy giggle, only kidding of course but still finding the idea to be a nice one. It being something she’d probably do if she didn’t feel like she was being some sort of burden to him. “Little magical pixies casting spells on us?” Repeating herself with a broad smile, looking over to the redhead with fondness, it’s not but a second later that the model is turning to the baby in front of them and sweetly asking, “What about you? Are you a little magical pixie? Casting your spells on us?” Her tuneful voice and the shining grin upon her face seemingly contagious as the tiny boy’s features light up also, even more so when Axl joins in with a singsong voice. The boy having the time of his life as he giggles and wriggles his toes, entirely fascinated by the singer and what he’s doing. Stephanie’s brows of course lift at Axl’s proposition, but it isn’t but a moment later that she’s leaning up with a light-hearted roll of her eyes. “Do the honors? It’s not like I don’t do the honors every other day.” A playful smirk on her lips nonetheless as she takes the cloth from him and thanks him, sitting up on her knees and leaning over to begin gently scrubbing the little angel’s behind, amusingly beaming, “You know, the only good part about this is that you have the cutest little butt.” 

“Yeah, well I can.” Chuckling, it’s funny that he’s more used to himself as the geeky braces kid while she can’t see it in a million years. “Short hair...yeah, that is kind of a weird one.” The last time he’s had his hair trimmed to his scalp is when he was four or five, which is an even weirder to him. “Okay, okay. Yes ma’am.” Saying it like a child that’s full intent is to make her proud by listening, nodding amusingly before he can’t stop himself. All the words and kindness makes him affectionate, he’s immediately wrapping his arms around Stephanie and giving her a tight squeeze. He doesn’t even have to read her mind to give her the real thank you she deserves. “Oh, would you?” Brows lift, he can’t even deny he wouldn’t like like that as a grin splits his features, gently letting her go. “I would love that a lot.” Not that she has to but he’s figuring he might as well confess how much he would appreciate that. “I think he is. He’s doing it right now.” Gesturing at the way the baby is giggling, adoration across Axl’s expressions for the precious child. “Yeah but this time you have someone doing the honors of holding him up for you.” Axl decides, laughing because it’s a dumb excuse. “Who? Me or him?” The redhead teases, beginning to crack up especially with the sight of a baby butt in their faces. Leaning forward to press his forehead to the ledge as he laughs, he can’t look at him or he’ll never stop laughing.

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Did he really just say that? She silently ponders to herself, and surely enough, she’s unable to stifle the inevitable beam that lights up her entire face, those cheeks roseate and it’s game over for Stephanie right then and there. Has no other choice than to allow for her smitten gaze to drop and for her head to fall forward in pursuit, chocolate tresses plummeting down upon the sides of her face and in turn, hiding the bashful jubilance that now captures her features, merely shaking her head out of modesty, out of disbelief. “Retainers. I’ve had quite a few of those over the years.” Not those retainers that make people look like the planet of Saturn with all that headgear, but the dainty, unnoticeable ones. Just enough to close up those undesirable gaps in her teeth that have been slowly returning to their original state over the past year or so. “I’d be pretty upset if you stopped me from coming over.” Saying that with a little pout of her lips, batting her long lashes at him. “Yes, you. I don’t know why that’s so hard to believe.” Playfully prodding him in the arm, still unable to get over how critical he is of himself, finding that it really hurts her. She doesn’t know how many times she has to say it. “I’ve already told you this a hundred times over and I’m not sure how many times more I’ll have to until you start believing me, but I’m not going to stop, even when you do start believing me.” Looking up to the ceiling with a soft sigh, looking for where in the hell she’s supposed to start, it isn’t but a few fleeting seconds moment that she’s beginning without hesitation, “You’re an amazing person to be around, you always are, and I think anyone that has ever had the privilege of meeting you knows that. You’re considerate, kind, down to earth, and you’re certainly not the asshole people sometimes make you out to be. You’re far from it.” Her features are soft, loving, and accompanied by a warm tone — but it only takes a split second for her whole demeanour to snap and to twist into one of outright confusion, pity, and even hurt. However, knowing the truth in the words she’s just spoken is enough to keep her from wavering. “Yeah..?” Voice coming out as nearly a whisper, smile filled with tenderness surfacing upon her lips. She always silently admires his strength whenever he finds the courage to speak of wanting to be a dad, but at the same time, in the very back of her head, it brings her this great sadness — this unshakeable guilt. That she could have given him that… if she weren’t so dumb and so naive. “They certainly do have this sort of magic about them, huh? Little pixies casting their spells upon soft-hearted grown ups like us.” The young mother says between chuckles, getting a little uncomfortable sitting on the edge of the tub and actually opting to sit on the floor, hip against the tiles with her arms folded along the very edge of the tub. She rests her chin upon her arm and watches in an off mix of curiosity and awe as Dylan and Axl interact, as the older redhead washes the smaller other. Certainly doesn’t fail to bring a shining smile to her face. Dylan simply basking in every second of this as he glances between his parents, giggling at the tickling sensation of Axl poking his tiny toes, even curling them and beginning to kick his feet out of playfulness. 

“Oh. Well no one’s teeth is perfect, maybe like 10% of the world’s population if even that. I’ve had braces, those were a bitch.” And he’s whitened his a lot, so he’s had plenty of work done on his own. “I won’t stop you.” Smiling, leaning forward to mimick her actions and bat his own lashes. “Don’t know.” Poking her arm back, glancing down. There’s a world full of answers behind the two words though, he’s been taught to look down at himself and treated that way his entire childhood from seventeen years old. It’s the true explanation as to why he can’t live by that confidence he only feigns. “Wow, those are some really nice words. Almost too nice. Almost too good to be true. I’ll never forget you said that to me. Especially on those days it hurts me to even get out of bed from all the crap and hurtful things I’ve heard.” He realizes only now from his big way of talking, being so in shock someone like her is telling him these things, he rambled on and blurted that last part. He usually doesn’t admit these things or allow himself to be so vulnerable, something has definitely gotten into him. “Hmm,” Pondering her colorful words with a smile, “yeah. Exactlty like that. I like the way you said that.” Chuckling, it’s very true after all. “So cuteee.” Axl gushes not but a second later in a singsong voice, more soft laughter spilling from him at his kicking and giggling. Letting one foot go to clean the other. “Okay, he’s all done here. Do you want to do the honors of cleaning his butt?” Axl questions, brows perk with an amused smile as he hands Stephanie the cloth and next picks Dylan up to turn his butt to her.

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“And I don’t know what you’re talking about cause my smile ain’t cute at all.” For some reason, the dazzling grin embellishing her pretty face broadening even further upon saying that, she even brings a playful hand up to cover her mouth. “Had to get it fixed every now and then. Still do, actually.” She tells him, because if there’s one thing she has always been self conscious of, it’s her smile and her teeth. Got them fixed after she began modelling, and needs to have them fixed again after having Dylan. Not that Axl would be able to pick out her flaws so easily. “Nooo, no. I meant it like I would stop my whingeing and start behaving so you wouldn’t ban me from coming over.” An amused pout drooping at her plump lips, it’s not but a second later that his words about what she had to say making him happy has a genuine smile appearing on her visage. “You make me happy.” That coming straight from the heart, completely unfiltered to the point that Stephanie’s eyes nearly widen at the realisation that she really just said that aloud to him and there’s no going back now, rose colour blooming within her cheeks. “That’s stupid. You’re sooo fun to be around.” Nothing but sincerity in her tone, she even reaches out to place a comforting hand against his shoulder, giving it a little bit of an assuring shake as she smiles at him. “Yeah.” Saying that with a fond, truthful smile. She wouldn’t have said that if she didn’t actually mean it. She’s forever amazed at how well he does with Dylan, at just how much he cares. “I’m glad it makes you extremely happy, you deserve that. Especially when it’s nothing but the truth, you’re always amazing with him.” Not even just saying that for the hell of it, saying that with pure heart. The little makes tiny splashes with his hands, stopping to watch the older redhead as he washes his chest, big emerald eyes fixed on the washcloth and hand that’s nearly as big as his whole torso before he’s glancing upward and shooting Axl a cheesy grin. 

“Well you may not think so but I do.” She can believe that all she wants but he doesn’t. “How?” And why? There’s nothing wrong with it. “Ohh, I got you now.” That sounds better than not caring. It makes him feel better, at least. “Me? Of all people you probably know, me?” Pointing to himself in disbelief, brows lifted in surprise. “Maybe I’m a little fun. But besides that.” He wasn’t necessarily talking about his huge adventurous side, but he’ll still take it. “Thank you, thank you a lot. I’m really glad you think so. I guess I never really knew how soft I go for babies until I wanted to be... a dad. It’s all them, they have a magic power over me.” He’s always been this way towards children, even in his days of hating of the world and rebelling against it. He may have been a little more awkward with them, but they’d immediately make him a softer guy than the hard-up one he portrayed. Though, maturing and coming to the realization of how badly he wanted to be a dad definitely softened him all the more. It’s like he’s had time to get better at it even he’s naturally always been good with kids. Eyes flicker on his features now that he concentrates on gently washing his face, laughing at the way his own land on his face and he’s smiling at him like that, “What’re you staring at?” Axl playfully questions the little being that always makes him curious. Washing over his lower parts, he’s confused how to clean those which makes him want to ask but also laugh when he decides against it because it’s kind of embarrassing when he should know better than her. They’re both boys. Not that he can help this mini concerns about how maybe it’s different when you’re a baby, maybe there’s different techniques, but he concludes he’s only being ridiculous and gets the job done simply before he’s lifting up Dylan’s legs, scrubbing his feet next. “Look at the baby feet. And all the little piggies on them.” Poking each one to gain a reaction out of them, chuckling at how cute they are.

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“You threw your clothes away pretty quickly for it to just be crap to you.” No doubt finding it difficult to maintain eye contact and keep her eyes from trailing elsewhere, if one knows what she means when he’s now in down to just his underwear. It’s enough to have her cheeks glowing a rosy colour yet again as she flashes him a coy smile. “Heeey.” Not exactly sure what she can say in response to his compliment, of course the singer never fails in making her heart do backflips, all while bringing on the stuttering also. “He gets that all on his own. Don’t think there’s e-ever been a smile as cute as his.” But did he really just imply that she has a cute smile? Here comes the butterflies, surely enough. “Oh, gosh. I’ll definitely stop then.” Tone dripping with playful sarcasm by the end of her sentence, even it’s just her being genuine. “Well, I would have been a bit more cheerful if he’d pooped on someone I don’t like. Not you.” Bringing a hand up over her eyes and even rubbing them a little as she softly giggles, a small gesture of just how embarrassed she still is. “You think he’s just like a puppy?” Saying that with amusement, Stephanie else shortly adds, “Nooo, he loves a warm bath. Don’t you, munchkin?” Baring her pearly teeth at the bubbly little boy who is happily sitting away in the tub, loving the warmth of the water and the freedom of no diaper or clothes as he squeals with delight. “That’s fine, I wouldn’t expect you to. But whatever you’ve got should be just fine.” Saying that with a small nod of her head, not wanting for Axl to worry too much. The brunette dips a hand underneath the water and scoops up a handful of it, carefully tipping the warm water down Dylan’s chest and back to keep him extra warm and help clean him up. 

“That’s just cause of the shock affect. It’s not an everyday thing physically getting crapped on, but after the shock wore off that’s all it was. A baby doing it’s thing. Plus I was bouncing him too, so that probably had something to do with why it went all over me.” Axl explains, chuckling at still trying to do his best at reassuring her. “Uh huh. I bet.” Which is his way of dismissing Stephanie’s words, not believing them for a second. Quietly grinning to himself at the way she’s even tripping over her words. “What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t care about getting to come over? Hm. Alright. I won’t take my time and love I put into the food I make you anymore then.” Pretending to pout and act dramatic to see what she says to that. “So that means you do like me.” That brings a smile back to his face. Obviously she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t, but he still loves to hear it. “Okay, that’s good. And really does show he’s like a puppy.” Grinning, gently patting him on his head. “That’s good too.” Since that works great now, his hand reaching for his bar soap, lathering the cloth lightly with it before returning the soap bar back to the ledge. Confused on what to do now, Axl guesses he just begins running the cloth over his skin. Which is what he begins to do, doing it as gently as possible as he starts on wiping down his arms.

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❀ - here's your bonus touch edition...the location? *drum roll* right on the groin area because he had an allergic reaction to whatever stephanie's bath soap is he just used last night when he was drunk. & now he's sober & crying like a baby because it burns and itches & NEEDS this rash treatment desperately but he's embarrassed & confused. -axllrose

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             Sit still? SIT STILL? He can’t possibly sit still when his lower half feels like it’s on fire. “It fucking STINGS!” Hissing in between gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut. His back arching and coming up off the bed before falling back against it only to repeat every other few seconds. “I know but it fucking hurts, you don’t-- can’t even imagine the pain that’s-- happening right now.” A breath being taken with every other word. It’s that bad where he feels like he can’t even breathe. “NO. No doctor.” Quickly shaking his head, he won’t dare leave this house. He’s about to DIE of embarrassment with Stephanie alone looking and touching the area like this, let alone a stranger. It’s even worse when he momentarily glances down and sees her hand itching forward right before it’s touching it and he’s groaning LOUDLY at how disgusting it feels. Embarrassed even heavier, resulting in him shoving his face back into the pillow, turning over on his side since when he tries to kick his legs like a toddler throwing a fit it doesn’t work from her holding it down.

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“I know, I know. But it’s still gross. Especially for someone, y’know… who isn’t necessarily used to it.” Scrunching up her nose, even poking her tongue out in the slightest just to express her disgust. Stephanie’s happy to see that Axl isn’t mad with or even disgusted by either her or Dylan though, allows for the rose colour in her cheeks to finally relent and slowly dissipate. “You’re right about that.” Not able to agree with him enough on that. The brunette looks down to the quiet baby in her lap and begins to gently sway with him, kissing the top of his head all until Axl’s words have her laughing aloud. “I have no idea? For such a little body, that was a looot of crap. Where are you storin’ all that, Dyl’, huh?” Amusingly speaking as she looks down to the baby and nuzzles into the side of his head, gently tickling his full belly and his sides to raise some adorable laughter from him. Her heart melting the very second he starts squirming and giggling at all of her tickling alongside Axl pinching and wiggling the tiny boy’s cheek. “I know that his bowel movements are something way beyond my control, but I still feel awful.” Saying that with a hopeless laugh, leaning sideways to dip her fingers into the water and determine whether the water is too hot or just right, she else adds, “He’s still my number one responsibility. Especially when it comes to a blowout. —I just can’t believe that it was you that it had to go all over. Out of all people.” Tone starts out serious only for her to break out into hard laughter, Dylan really couldn’t have picked anyone worse to have a blowout on, for his mother’s sake. But Stephanie doesn’t blame him, it’s not his fault. 

“Think we're all used to some poop by now.” Giving her a look, trying to be serious about it but his joking tone is giving it all away. “It really was. He's got like, a whole tank in there or something.” Amusement stretching his features, his laughing starting up all over again, dropping his hand from Dylan's cheek. “Well, stop. Cause Dylan doesn't want you to feel awful. I don't want you to feel awful.” Axl gestures at the baby then gestures at himself to speak for him. “I don't care. It made for a good laugh, at least. I've never laughed that hard in my life, not in awhile. I had tears.” And not because of the smell, but because how hilarious it was. And the fact he's in his boxers now which..he should really go get a new pair of jeans on. “I think it's good now, y'can put him in.” Standing up briefly to get a washcloth for him before turning back and sitting down on his knees in front of the tub so he can help.

father’s day . || AU — 1992 .

It was going to be his first real father’s day — and one Stephanie was willing to make memorable.

The day begins with Stephanie insisting that he stays in bed and gets as much sleep as possible, pampering him with copious amounts of sweet kisses and warm cuddles while their ginger-haired baby boy who isn’t so tiny any more sleeps peacefully just down the hall from them. Making sure to be extra loving in the way that she carefully brushes her fingers through his fiery locks, alternating between gently massaging his head and caressing his cheek delicately. They’re tangled and wrapped up in the warmth of the sheets, keeping them comfortable and cozy as the air-conditioning keeps the bedroom nice and chilled, a safe haven from the hot and blistering summer sun that shines outside and seeps intrusively albeit quite welcomely through the cracks of the curtains, giving to the dark room at least some light. She’s made plans, Stephanie has. —But they’re not conclusive as of yet. In fact, they mostly revolve around Axl and what he wants to do, it being his special day after all. 

The sound of crackling and some sort of movement emitting from the baby monitor sitting propped up on the dresser is enough to snap the both of them out of their dozing state, a soft smile creeping onto the brunette’s lips as she assures him, “You stay right here, I’ll go check on him.” She graces the singer with a few loving kisses to the forehead before reluctantly withdrawing from the little cuddlefest they were having, instead climbing out of bed and wiggling back into her pyjama top and shorts she must have wiggled out of through the night. The crisp state of the room causing goosebumps to prick at her skin. Feet falling gently against the floor, she crosses quietly over to where the monitor stands and quickly turns it off for the time being, not wanting for Dylan to make too much noise and disturb his father. She then wanders quietly out into the hall, making her way down to Dylan’s room, only for her to pause as she’s about a foot or two away from his bedroom door. 

There, in the doorway, stands a little redheaded boy. Groggy with slumber as he looks up at his mother with puffy eyes and messy bed hair, little hands even having to grip on the door to help keep himself upright. At once, he bares his gappy teeth and a big, cheesy grin appears on his face, the toddler delightedly beaming; “Hiiiii.” Soon enough, he clumsily staggers forward and his mother can’t help but softly giggle as he wraps his little arms around her leg and buries his face into the outer side of her thigh, just above her knee. “Good morning, bubby. You’re happy this morning.” She tells him excitedly with a pearly grin that matches his own, brushing her fingers through his ginger hair that so much resembles his father’s only to soon bend down and lift him up. “You wanna go wish Daddy a happy Father’s Day and give him some cuddles?” Asking that in an adorably high-pitched tone, smothering the boy in kisses as she holds him close. Emerald eyes with long, thick lashes blink and before a few short seconds can pass, the little boy nods, “Huh.” His own little way of agreeing since he’s still getting the grasp of speaking. Daddy and cuddles, how on earth could he resist?

With that, Stephanie graces the boy with yet another kiss to the cheek and happily cheers, “Let’s gooo!” in a sing-song voice. Turning, about to head on back to the master bedroom, eyes widen and she stops when she feels something wet brush up against her ankle, the slobbery sensation followed by the sound of panting. She quickly glances down only to find a fluffy white puppy at her feet, the Maltese looking up at her with his big brown eyes and his pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. Filled with relief, she briefly bends down to greet the small canine with a scratch on the head. “Say ‘good morning puppy’!” She smiles, Dylan merely grinning and giving a hint of a chuckle as he looks down to the puppy. “Puh‑puh!” He enthuses, pointing a tiny finger towards the cute dog as it gazes up at him, those dark eyes filled with admiration as he nuzzles into Stephanie’s touch. They stand there a moment, simply giving the puppy some loving and attention, and even a little bit of a belly rub, before Stephanie is to scoop the small dog up — the pup no longer able to fit in the palm of her hand like he did just over a year ago now. 

With an adorable baby in each arm, Stephanie creeps into the dimly lit bedroom and arrives at her side of the bed, smile curving at her lips as both the boy and the puppy go lurching forward with excitement. Dylan grinning wildly and giving grabby hands towards his dozing father, the puppy on the other hand whining with animation, fluffy white legs getting kicked about. Carefully, the brunette places the two down upon the bed and at once — they both go crawling across messy sheets straight for Axl. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” Stephanie cheers for the boys in a delighted tone, climbing up onto the bed also. Of course, Dylan dives straight in for the cuddles. Climbing atop of his father and laying on his chest, little face nuzzled into the crook of his neck as tiny hands touch his cheeks, attempting to wake him to the best of his ability. Meanwhile, the puppy is cozied up on Axl’s shoulder, still very much whimpering and whining with sheer excitement as he happily licks Axl’s ear and cheek, his little tail wagging rapidly. “’appy ‘aders day, Daddy.” Dylan parrots his mother, although his words are filled with heart, a muffled giggle escapes from not only the little boy, but from Stephanie also as she crawls eagerly in closer to all of the action, bringing with her a light-blue gift bag she’s been keeping underneath the bed. Inside are a few crayon doodles penned by Dylan as well as a few colourful paintings done in the days leading up to now, alongside the little amateur pieces of artwork a pricey box of chocolates, a new bottle of cologne, and a few other cute Father’s Day knick-knacks — even a matching pair of t-shirts for both Axl and Dylan to wear because Stephanie really couldn’t resist with that one. 

Innocent sage eyes that are nothing less than the spitting image of his father’s own lighting up the very second a gift bag comes into a view, an excited gasp is quickly escaping the little boy as ginger brows lift, the tiny boy even lifting from his father’s chest as he props himself up on his elbows. “You wanna give this to Daddy?” Stephanie waves the bag before the boy with a broad smile upon her face, Dylan’s features lighting up even more it seems. “Yeah. Give dis to Daddy.” Nodding along with that sweet little voice of his, little hands reach out to take the bag that’s nearly as big as he is, dragging it across the bedsheets since it’s a little too heavy for him to hold all on his own. There’s nothing but love and sheer idolisation in those emerald eyes as he looks to his father and proudly beams, “Presen’ for you.” Loving all the attention and affection as the older redhead wraps his tattooed arms around the tiny boy’s body and attacks him with kisses and even some tickles. Stephanie isn’t so sure her heart can take all of this adorableness as she lays down beside them with a fond smile on her face, alternating between petting the puppy cuddled up to Axl’s shoulder and brushing her fingers tenderly through the singer’s silky hair. Dylan can barely contain his excitement and mere anticipation as he cheers, “Open ‘eet! Open ‘eet!” Rustling the bag because not even he can wait to see what’s inside. 

Watching Axl open the gift has to be the best part of this, for both of them. Stephanie so pleased to see that he thoroughly enjoys the gifts, especially Dylan’s little art pieces. It warms her heart so much that she feels as though it might just melt into a big warm puddle — And Dylan isn’t too far from feeling the same way as his heart races in his chest at all of the praise he receives for his drawings and his paintings. The grin on his face brighter than even the sun. There’s nothing he loves more than making his father happy and proud, no matter the situation. It’s what his little heart lives for. Making his Mom and his Dad happy and proud parents — Not that they are ever anything less than proud when it comes to their little pumpkin who seems to be growing up so fast. The next few minutes are filled with plenty of hugs, kisses, laughter, and love. Dylan goofing around with his mother and father and their little puppy yapping at all of the liveliness in the room. It’s a beautiful moment that is almost atmospheric, and one that Stephanie certainly doesn’t want to see the end of, so she’s more than game to try and keep things this way for the entire day for Axl. Remembering just how much of a beautiful Mother’s Day the two boys gave her. 

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“Alright.” Doing as he says, putting all of the waste in the trash, Stephanie still can’t help but feel bad when she’s already picturing him gagging at having to take it out when he eventually does get around to doing it. “It’s really not. He just crapped all over you, all over your nice clothes. That’s not how tonight was supposed to go at all. I think I’d be crying if the roles were reversed here right now.” Looking down to the baby with a soft laugh, merely shaking her head although she is glad to see that Axl’s not mad at her or Dylan for it. That he can at least find some sort of humour in this messed up situation when she can barely see the hilarity in it when she’s still feeling so much shame. “Looks like that’s him done for the next three days, hopefully. I’ve never seen so much poop before in my life.” Musing towards the boy who actually appears somewhat pleased with himself as a small smile creeps onto his cherubic face, cuddling and nuzzling into his mother for warmth as he cutely bats his eyelashes at Axl. “I can’t lighten up when your clothes have been completely trashed, especially that beautiful blazer of yours. The least you can let me do is get it cleaned. I think that’s only fair.” And who knows? That might even open up another opportunity for her to drop in and see him once she gets it cleaned. Thinking that to herself as she leans down and takes a seat beside Axl on the edge of the tub, sitting the little boy in her lap and wrapping her arms around him to keep him warm until the tub fills. “I know he’s just a baby and he can’t help it but I’m better than this. I can usually pick up on when he’s pooped and fix him up before things like this can happen, but I just outright failed this time.” 

“Big deal? It can be washed.” Shoulders shrug, is she used to men going nuts on her over a baby doing what baby's do on them? Seems that way. “Yeah, well. Life doesn't always work out the way you want it to. It can't be picture perfect like we want it to be.” Putting it to her the way it is. She really can't expect her plans to fall through every time. “I've never seen so much crap in my life either. Where is all that stored?” Snorting, reaching a hand over to pinch and wiggle Dylan's cheek as he looks at him. “Stephanie, honey, I seriously don't care about it. I'm cleaning it myself. And you're ridiculous if you think you've failed for a baby's bowel movements, oh my God.” That's so silly he can't help but shake his head, looking at her once she sits down beside him.