missing out | isaiah jesus
anon wanted dad!isaiah with lamb
“I can’t find his…” you trailed off in your murmurings to yourself, flipping the blanket off the rocking chair. It ballooned up in the air above you, floating back down as you abandoned it in favour of checking under the bed. Nothing there. You sighed, lifting yourself to look around the room but staying on your knees beside the frame.
“What you lost?” Isaiah asked, turning his head back to blow another raspberry on Josiah’s belly. The baby giggled away, slapping his little hands against his father’s scalp at the tickling sensation. You smiled at the two, Isaiah strewn across the bed on his belly, dancing your son’s feet in the air to make him laugh.
“His blanket with the-“you moved your fingers before you, motioning the design “ribbons on it. The one Esme gave us. His teeth are bothering him and it helps him to chew”
“I put it in the soak after we put him down last night” Isaiah stated, keeping his eyes to your baby as he made a dramatic descent to his tummy again. The baby giggled as you scowled.
“You put it in with the washing?”
“Because he’d been chewing it all day?” He turned to you, an obvious expression on his face. You wiped the stray hair that was falling from your scarf out of the way of your vision and leaned over to peck a kiss.
“Well, thank you for being helpful, but could you not be in future, please?” you made sure to use a sarcastic tone and he shot you a look which you smirked at. You rose from your knees and began clearing up some of the chaos you’d caused in your search.