Bih??????? Who tHE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING BACK INTO MY LIFE LIKE THIS? Of course it’s Fucking ALYCIA DEBNAM MARRY (ME) THATS WHO. Who else would walk around doing her fucking errands wearing mom jeans like it’s 1994 and she just dropped little Stephanie Anne and DJ Tanner at ballet class. But god I DONT EVEN FUCKING CARE THAT HER ZIPPER IS WARPED CAUSE HONEY THOSE HIPS COULD BUST THE WINDOWS OUT MY CAR.
LOOK AT THAT EXPERT POUT, THOSE PERFECTLY SYMMETRICALLY ROUND OPAQUE JOHN LENNON GLASSES BIHH!!1!1 90s??? 60s??? ALYCIA DOESNT FUCK WITH TIME, THAT BITCH AINT REAL AND SHE ONLY SERVES UP 100% NON-GMO ORGASMIC REAL LOOKS™. And you KNOW SHES FINISHING OFF THE LOOK WITH THAT SLIGHTLY BAGGY, LOW CUT, SATIN BLACK BUTTON UP With AN EXTRA BUTTON JUST CAUSE SHE DO LIKE THAT.
DeAR LORD THANK GOD FOR MOTHER THE-LYCIA AND THESE MOM JEANS FOR SHE HAS BEEN V CHARITABLE TO US, THE GAYS, AND TO ALL HUMANKIND.
For blurb night: Daddy!Calum dropping his work and errands for the day to stay in with you (his wife) and take care of their sick daughter
Calum loved his daughter
with all his heart.
She was his pride and joy,
and he’d do anything to keep her happy. So when she was sick, he always refused
to do whatever he had planned, instead changing into some slacks and spending
the day helping you take care of the three year old.
Today, was one of those
“Okay, thanks John. I’ll
call you tomorrow. Yeah, of course. Later man.”
You look up as Calum
finishes the call, a soft smile on his face. He nods when you lift an eyebrow, reaching
out to stroke your cheek before diverting his attention to the toddler whose
head was in your lap.
“Right then, now Daddy’s
off the hook, what film are we going to watch baby?”
“Jungle Book.” Tamasine
mumbles, nuzzling her head into your hand as you pull your fingers through her
hair. “And you have to sing.”
“Of course.” He agrees
with a grin, dropping down to press a kiss to her forehead before going to play
the film. Once he’s sorted everything, he comes back to sit at your side,
wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Just as he does, Tam starts to cough,
and he tenses. “Water?”
Tamasine fell asleep
halfway through the film, and Calum carefully carried her back up to bed whilst
you went to the kitchen. Tidying up the mess of medication scattered across the
counter, you jumped as his arms wrapped around your waist, but quickly settled
back against his chest, a sigh falling from his lips.
“I hate it when she’s
sick.” He mutters, lips by your ear. “I feel useless.”
“You saw her face when you
said you were going to stay home. Just being here is enough Cal.” You reassure
him, turning to brush your lips against his. “Besides, it’s just a bug. She’ll
be running around again in no time.”
“Still, it sucks.” He
sighs again, capturing your lips again before dropping his head to your shoulder.
“I ordered pizza when you
took her up.”
“Angel, you’re a god send.”
The two of you were back
on the couch when Tamasine woke up an hour later, padding down the stairs with
her teddy in hand. Calum craned his head at the sound, smiling before releasing
his hold on you to fetch his daughter, carrying her back to join you again.
“Can we watch Frozen?”
Calum would do anything for
his daughter if it made her happy. Even if it did mean watching Frozen for the sixtieth
time that month.
You didn’t miss the glare
he shot the box as he started the DVD though.