a tfln of the missus, gem and Anne on a girls date with newborn p and the missus sending pics to harry with updates of their day and her adventures
Are you out of bed?
You lazy fuck.
I’ve been awake since you left me this morning.
I didn’t say awake…
Have you gotten out of bed today?
I miss you both. Especially my little lady. I don’t like it when you take her away from me… She’s so tiny. I want to enjoy her.
Can you come home now?
Stop changing the subject.
Are you still in bed? Or do I have to come and pull you out by your ankles?
I’m folding the clean laundry.
That’s so hot.
You like it when I do some domestic dad stuff?
Are you in your towel?
My towel was too wet to dry myself with once I got out the shower… so… I’m just completely naked.
That’s SO hot.
It’s a shame 6 weeks isn’t up yet…
What would you do if 6 weeks were up?
I’d have to leave Persephone with your mum and Gem…
Yeah? What else?
I’d have to come home and sort that situation right out…
What would you do?
Stick a towel on you…
If 6 weeks were up, me and you would be in bed right now. We’d have a sleeping newborn in her bed and we’d be going through orgasms like there’s no tomorrow.
Till you’ve milked me dry?
You’re damn right.
Only 3 more weeks.
What are you up to anyway? Except giving me a sore boner that;s about to pop…
We’re sat in a pub garden for a lunch. I’m just about to feed Persephone, too. Your mum and Gem just ordered us some food.
Make sure none of those pervy guys get a glimpse… As natural as breastfeeding is, I don’t need their dirty eyes ogling over your chest.
So protective you are, huh?
Dad mode is kicking in, Gorgeous. I can’t be there to give the guys a bop on the nose if I see them looking.
A bop, huh?
I’ll knock ‘em out. Your boobs are mine.
Last time I checked, they’re on my chest. My body.
They’re for my eyes only.
They’re not yours, you tosser.
And they were just Persephone’s.
“She’s her father’s daughter.” - Your mum.
She’s asleep. Gemma burped her, and she fell asleep, almost immediately.
That’s literally you. She’s you.
You fell asleep on the sofa after dinner the other day.
I was tired!
We had a bad night with her and I was exhausted.
She’s very you.
I would hope so.
But, she’s such a daddy’s girl.
I’m hoping our future children are mummy’s babies.
Always going to be mummy’s babies.
You go through the rough stuff.
It’s all worth it though. Of course.
I’m proud of you. My love for you has no ends anymore. It just keeps going and going and going; peaked the most when you gave birth, I’m telling you.
You’re getting sappy. I don’t want to cry in this pub. Save that for later, okay?
I’ll let you enjoy your lunch then. I’m going to head off into the studio to finish off some last minute songwriting but I’ll pop into Sainsburys on the way home and get us some dinner - how does spaghetti and meatballs sound? We ate mum’s last lasagne the other night.
Sounds delicious. See you later! x