*doesn't change the female pronouns when they cover songs by boy bands although the majority of female artists do*
*watched Carol (a lesbian movie)and wrote a defense for it, cut her hair short to be like Kristen Steward, likes being called oppa, hyung, and boyfriend*
*wanted to use rainbow lights to set the mood in their dorm bedroom, got matching rainbow nails with Blackpink's Jennie*
Jeongyeon, Momo, and Jihyo:
*watched Yuru Yuri, a yuri anime*
*is Twice's mom and dad along with Jeongyeon aka Twice's married couple, danced a couple dance with Mina for the theme This Love, called Mina her gf multiple times, bragged about the Mimo kiss for days*
*likes it when Nayeon rolls over to her bed, cooked just for Momo, was flushed over the Mimo kiss for days*
*calls Eunha her gf, kisses Dahyun 24/7, gets all the girls numbers, was upset her chances for getting a gf weren't higher, said she pays more attention to girls while watching tv, etc. etc.*
Your mother & I
dance under a cloudy sky
in an ambience dim;
raindrops hang off my hat’s brim
fall they do when her I dip
tears they become upon her quivering lip;
like dew dusking a tulip
here we embrace; in a blip –
gone the days, the memories
into a haze disappear the reveries
And so the music no one hears
tapers off as time to depart nears
I kiss her hand and she looks away
her sights set on another bay;
Gliding over the waters’ spray
she leaves dappled with dismay
I watch her go, feet firm on the shore
…it begins to pour.
• wash your hands
• take a few deep breaths
• say the alphabet backwards
• smile to yourself
• make anagrams (easy & good for distracting yourself!)
• play a game on your phone
• take a shower
• go outside for a little bit
• listen to a few of your favorite songs
• excuse yourself to a room with a cooler temperature
• count the people in the room
• solve math problems
• hug a pet (or stuffed animal!)
• sing a little something
• eat a fruit or veggie
• drink a bottle of water
• take a few minutes to yourself in a quiet place
• text your mom or dad
• turn on a fan
• shout into a pillow
You are so awesome, girl/boy. Panic attacks are scary, but once you feel them coming on there are ways to distract yourself.
anon request. the end of this is heart wrenching and i apologize in advance for the needy, sad sirius. my heart hurts why did i do this to myself
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Christmas Eve had arrived and traditions were commencing in
your half blooded household. The house smelt strongly of freshly baked cookies
mingled with the pine wafting off the tree that was brightly lit and
beautifully decorated. Your Mother had charmed wooden spoons to mix batter
together whilst pans or bowls washed themselves in the sink and you couldn’t
help but laugh when a spoon nearly hit your Muggle Father in the head as it
flew to the soapy water to be washed. You watched with admiration as your Dad
grabbed your Mom from behind and began to dance to Winter Wonderland, twirling and dipping her while she pretended to
be annoyed, but you saw the pink in her cheeks and the budding smile.
The angelic sound of your mother’s giggles drifted into the
living room where you were curled up on the sofa, a fuzzy blanket wrapped
around you like a cocoon. The sight of your dad dipping her made your thoughts
drift to your boyfriend, Sirius Black, whom you had been dating for a little
over a year. His relationship with his parents didn’t come close to the bond
you had with yours and merely thinking about the glum look on his face as he
parted from you at the train station made tears gather in your eyes.. You
curled the blanket tighter around yourself and rested your chin on your
kneecaps, wanting nothing more than for Sirius to spend Christmas with you rather
than in the cold Black household.
In bounded your father, flour in his hair and a gentle smile
on his face. He sat beside you and brought you into his chest as if he knew
what was bothering you. His head rested atop yours and you smiled ever so slightly
at the feeling of being a little girl came over you again. “Why the long face,
squirt?” He asked and a genuine smile formed on your face at the old nickname
that he resurfaced.
Your head lifted from his shoulder, chest heaving as you
sighed. “I’m just upset that I’m spending Christmas with family and Sirius is
“Ah,” He hummed
knowingly and raked his fingers through your y/h/c tresses. “His family isn’t
the nicest, are they?”
With a mere shake
of the head, you pulled your legs closer to your chest and stared sadly at the
glowing tree across the room. The small bulbs of light began to blur until a
tear plummeted down your cheek. Your dad squeezed you to him and wiped your
tears like he had done so many years ago. You mustered up the most pitiful of
smiles as you looked into his warm and welcoming y/d/e/c irises and whispered
shakily, “I just want him here with me. I want him to be happy and I know he’s
not right now.”
The room grew
silent for a few moments, only the sound of your oblivious mother singing to
carols from the kitchen filling the barren space. Your heart was physically aching for Sirius
and all you wanted was for him to be where he belonged. He belonged with you
and he deserved to have a joyous Christmas like you knew Lily, Remus, and James
don’t you bring him here then?”
Glancing up at your father in surprise, your mouth gaped open a bit. “I can’t just show up to his house!” You exclaimed.
“Why can’t you?” He smiled down at you gently, his aging face appearing youthful and happy. “I want you to be happy, squirt, and if bringing him here will do that then we sure as hell will do it.”
Salty tears dried in an instant and a smile quirked your lips into a smile. You wrapped your arms around your father’s neck and felt like crying tears of joy. “Thank you, Dad. You have no idea how much this means to me,” You whispered against his shirt and tried to hold back more waterworks.
He rubbed your back soothingly and chortled. “Go get him, kiddo.”
Standing in front of 12 Grimmauld Place had your nerves on edge. The building seemed to loom over you threateningly and the street’s dim glow only added to the frightening aspect of it. You found yourself wringing your hands anxiously for you knew what lie on the other side of the home before you and your heart skipped a beat when your eyes landed on the window belonging to Sirius’ bedroom. Never faltering from his window, you scrounged up the courage to stalk up to the front door and knock thrice.
It was silent on the opposite side of the door and you wondered if they were even awake. The thought was forgotten as soon as the ebony colored door flung open and revealed a very stern looking Walburga Black. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her displeasured expression and you could feel yourself sweating despite the impeccably cold night air. It wasn’t the first time you’d met Sirius’ mother and she did not like you dating her son one bit seeing as how you mucked up the pure blood ideology she had drilled into her brain. You, however, were there for one thing only and that was to save your boyfriend of the horrid household.
“Y/L/N,” She practically spat, her face contorting as if the name left a bad taste in her mouth. “What are you doing here?”
Straightening your posture and wiping your clammy palms on your leggings discreetly, you tilted your chin up as confidently as you could muster in front of such an intimidating woman. “I’m here to see Sirius. May I co–”
“Absolutely not. I suggest you go back home right now,” She retorted snootily.
You frowned, but refused to leave until Sirius was with you. “Please, Mrs. Black. Can’t I see him just for a moment?”
“I realize that Sirius associates himself with mudbloods in his own time at Hogwarts and such, but I will not allow it under my watch and certainly not in my house!”
“I am not a-a… mudblood, Mrs. Black,” You replied calmly. “I’m a halfblood.”
Her lip curled in distaste and snorted as if you had told a joke. “I’m afraid that’s no better, Y/L/N, now if you would please stop wasting my time. I have–”
“Whose at the door? I thought I heard Y/N,” Sirius called from inside the house and you grew exceptionally giddy at the sound of his footsteps drawing near.
“No one, Sirius,” She barked and tried to close the dark wooded door in your face, but he stepped into your line of sight before she could.
The surprise on his face made you smile, but you could see the underlying fatigue and sadness. Sirius shoved past his fuming mother and pulled your shivering body into the house, shutting the door behind you. His arms wrapped around your quivering frame and you melted into him, his incredible warmth radiating off and onto you. His chin rested on top of your head and he found himself sighing contentedly after days of being utterly miserable.
“Sirius Orion Black,” His mother growled. “She needs to leave this instant. I will not have this in my house.”
You felt Sirius tuck you tighter into his chest and you buried your face into his shirt, breathing in the woodsy scent of him mingled with faint cigarette smoke. “If she leaves, I leave,” He spat bitterly.
“I assume you’ll be leaving then,” She said in the most tranquil tone of voice you had heard yet.
“Gladly,” He growled and with a swish of Walburga Black’s wand, a bag of his things landed beside them.
Despite knowing how horrible his family was, you couldn’t help but feel a grief deep within you that he was leaving because of you. The Black lineage was certainly not the best, but they were still his flesh and blood. Therefore when Sirius tangled his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the snowy night, your heart sank a bit lower when his mother shouted out five more poisonous words before the door slammed shut.
‘Don’t bother ever coming back.’
It was silent outside 12 Grimmauld Place. Snow drifted from the sky peacefully as if a storm hadn’t just brewed on the very same street. Fingers still intertwined with Sirius’, you looked up at him to see he was already looking down at you. The white flecks of snow landed in his dark hair and his heavy pants of air came out in clouds of fog and he looked ethereal. His cheeks were warm to the touch and with your free hand you cupped one of them, stroking the rosy skin delicately. Sirius despised his family, but you saw the tiny bit of sadness seeping through because the bond that family had was supposed to be forever.
The bond between him and the Black’s had been broken for a very long time.
“Are you okay, my love?” You whispered lowly, almost inaudible.
His palms landed on your hips and he tilted his head further into your hand that laid on his cheek. “Of course I am,” He muttered and trained his attention on the snowflakes gathering in your hair. “I-I…”
A tear fell onto his cheek, landing near the spot your hand rested on his face. You kissed it away gingerly and heard Sirius whimper before more tears followed. Without a second thought, your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist, crushing you into him.
“I know, love,” You hummed into his ear and raked your digits into his hair lightly. “It’s okay. I’m here, always.”
“Need you,” Sirius croaked in your neck. His voice shook and tears dripped onto your skin. “I love you so much, baby.”
You swore you could hear your heart crack even further.
“I’m here, my love,” You repeated softly and kissed just under his ear. “I love you too, Sirius. More than you’ll ever know.”
Snow continued to fall as you cradled the boy you loved in your arms. You held him in the middle of a sidewalk on Christmas Eve and you’d continue to hold him and love him unconditionally until the end of time. Sirius Black deserved just that and more.
The only thoughts on your mind as you climb the steps up towards your grandmother’s palace are ones of sleep. Your body aches, your spirit is sore, and to be completely honest, you feel a bit hollow inside. All you want is to collapse on your bed and sleep. Of course, life isn’t that easy.
At the top of the stairs, you find your grandmother and your sisters waiting for you. You’re a bit surprised. Usually, by this time, they’ve drunk themselves into a stupor, having told each and every one of your mother’s battle stories. The hangovers typically last for days, and you’re usually the one to hold back your sisters’ hair in the morning.
You say nothing as you take a seat at the top of the stairs, and turn to face the horizon. The sun is just beginning to rise, and no one seems inclined to say anything, so you sit in silence until Io finally asks, “What was she like?”
You turn towards your sister and stare. You’d heard the stories, how Io had been madly in love with your mother, and how she had cried for days when she had been officially banished. After a moment you say, “You knew her longer, shouldn’t you know?”
Artemis’s hand lands roughly on your shoulder, “We knew Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Warrior of the Amazons. We did not know Diana, mother of Y/N, Warrior of Man’s World.”
You bite on your lip, “You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”
“And why not?” Euboea asks.
“Because it involves Man’s World. It involves my brothers. It involves my father, and however much love you have for my mother, and for me, you have just as much resentment for them.”
“Have we ever shown this resentment? Said bad things?” Hellene asks.
Your answer is swift and unforgiving, “Yes.” You can see the shock on the faces of your friends, of your grandmother, and from the rest of my sisters. “It didn’t take you long to accept me, despite being hesitant at first. But I remember the hushed whispers in those early days, what you all would say when you thought I wasn’t around.” You swallow thickly, “You hate my father for having taken my mother away, but if you knew my mother as you claim, then you would know that no one could make her do anything. And to understand who my mother became when she left here, you’d first have to understand my family. And that starts with my father. And to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a story you’re going to like.”
There’s several long minutes of silence before Io finally says, “Diana was our sister. We wish to know her. You come from her, if you say we need to start with your sire, then that is where we shall start.”
You take a shaky breath before nodding once, “Well, to start, he wasn’t my sire. He was my father, and whatever your misgivings toward men are, he was a good man. He was born into wealth, to a loving mother and father. My grandmother, his mother, wanted a child desperately and it took several miscarriages before she was able to have my father. But he was her world. And my grandfather, Thomas, was a doctor. He turned away from corporate America to help people. To try and relate to those less fortunate than him.
“They were murdered in front of my father when he was eight. That one moment defined the rest of his life. He was left in the care of the family’s butler, Alfred.” You smile at the name, and pause for a moment as the memory of the older man takes center stage in your memory.
“Alfred was amazing. Managed to raise my dad, and my brothers and even helped raise me. He and mom got along so well. He took care of cleaning and cooking, and everything, and anytime one of us had a problem we would go to him.”
You pause to wipe away a tear, before continuing, “As my father grew up, he became obsessed with vengeance.”
“Of course.” Artemis’s voice is sure, understanding, as she says, “If any of us were in the same position we would do the same.”
You smile, “Except he didn’t.” You receive puzzled looks before saying, “He found the man who murdered his parents, only to find out he’d been hired to do the job. He had a gun in his hand, he could have killed the man but decided against it. Decided that he wouldn’t become the very thing his parents had tried so hard to fight.
“He went on a journey across the world. Trained under hundreds of masters in escape and martial arts. He was gone for nearly eight years, and when he returned, he took on the persona of Batman. He donned a mask and a cape, and worked to protect the city he loved. That’s how he met my brothers.
“Dick, Jason, and Tim all came to him in different ways. Each had their own journey with him, but they all were of the same mentality. To protect. It’s the same way he met Mom. The Justice League was formed out of need, not desire. Some Earth shattering crisis, where Mom first appeared. She thought dad was too broody. She worked so hard to get him out of his shell.
“The thing that did it was her almost dying. She took a hit for him. It would have killed him, but it only wounded her. Unlike most of the League, Dad didn’t have any powers. He was extremely smart, cunning, and a master of fighting. But he wasn’t invulnerable.
“Tim said that he never left her side after that. He refused to even eat until she woke up. And her first words to him were, ‘Your rules be damned, Bruce Wayne. I love you, and no matter how hard you push me away, I’ll fight even harder to get close.’ Jason said he just gave up after that.
“Dick said they became one of the most sappy couples ever after that. Only at home though. When they were in uniform they were all business. At least that’s what they claim. Dick said that a lot changed when he let Mom in. She didn’t let him isolate himself, or deny his feelings. She forced him to admit stuff, to become more open.
“My father, who apparently had a hard time admitting he cared, finally admitted that his number one fear was to lose those important to him; my brothers and my mother.”
You pause again to swipe at the tears running down your face. “I remember coming home from a night out with my brothers to find them dancing in the kitchen. We watched them for an hour. He was singing to her. Mom was the only one who could convince him to sing. He had such a pretty voice. He would have given her the sun and the stars if she had let him.
“My brother Damian came after they had been together for about two years. When my father had been traveling he met a woman named Talia. She was a smart woman. A strict woman. And a hell of a fighter. Unbeknownst to my father, a night together had created Damian.
“Damian resented Mom at first. Said there were months of snipes back and forth but my mother never backed away or coddled him. Any smart alec remark was met with one of equal standing until something happened that nobody would talk about. All I know is that Talia never came around again, and my parents were given full parental rights. I came about two years after that.”
“And?” Calyce asks.
You smile, “We were happy. We were a family. I grew up with four older brothers who meant the world to me. Who I could go to. My father wouldn’t go out on patrol without reading me a story before he left. Damian taught me fighting basics to defend myself. The others tried to coddle me too much, he said. But neither Mom nor Dad wanted me to join the family business.
“They wanted me to have a normal life, and I did. Or at least as normal as it can be in that situation. I grew up with the other league kids. I had chores and dance class. We had family trips and family dinners. Mom would tell me stories about her childhood. Dick taught me how to tumble, and Jason would taught me how to ride a bike. I’d spend hours playing video games with Tim. He made me my first cup of coffee for exams. Alfred nearly blew a gasket. Mom just took pictures.
“On weekends Mom would take me horseback riding, and we would race. My favorites memories are the ones of all of us together. Birthdays, galas, movie weekends. But my favorite is one of my mom and dad dancing.
“There was always something going on in the world. Some crisis, but I remember thinking I had never seen two people so at peace in that moment. I had never seen two people so in love. He used to call her ‘princess.’ And it wasn’t some in some condescending way either, it’s because that’s what she was, and she deserved that respect.”
You take a deep breath, “My dad died about three months before I came here. It sent Mom into a rage. She destroyed that incoming fleet. Despite his own resolve not to kill he never tried to persuade her otherwise. He knew she did what she thought was best, that it was a last resort.
“What she did to that fleet though, it was pure vengeance. They had taken the love of her life away, and she was going to kill them for it. She became a different person after that. She was very withdrawn, and when the invasion got worse, they decided as a family that I needed to be saved.
“Alfred drugged me. Slipped something into the coffee Tim had made. They were all there as my eyes closed. They all told me how much they loved me. When I woke up, my mother was carrying me on the beach here. She’d packed a trunk with things she said were important. Put the key around my neck, and well… you know the rest.”
This time, you let the tears come, you allow yourself to sob as you say, “She wasn’t so different from the woman you tell stories about.”
Artemis’s arms surround you, and she pulls you close, “She was very different, little one. She was a mother, not only to you but to your brothers. She was a wife. She was in love. She was a warrior.”
Tumblr crashed and deleted this. rip me part 2. come in clutch memory.. but I love you all and thank you for sticking around and reading my pieces! much love to you all
Description: You share your first dance with Steve, the love of your life
Warnings: there’s a mention to smut but its mainly all fluff
“Are you ready?” Steve smiled down at you, so happy to be able to call you his wife. All you could do was nod and you had a huge grin plastered across your face as you looked up with him with adoring eyes.
Through the double doors that stood in front of you, you heard the MC bellow, “And now.. introducing.. your newlyweds.. Mr. and Mrs. Rogers!” The doors swung open and your walked in, fingers intertwined. Your family and friends waved and cheered for you. They could see that you were truly in love with him, that he was the love of your life.
The upbeat music carried you over to your table where countless amounts of guests began to congratulate you.
“Congratulations you two.” Natasha had come up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Thanks Nat.” You said, smiling up at you best friend who evidently was also your maid of honor. She was the first person you made friends with when you became an Avenger, and coincidently also introduced you to Steve.
“And to think that I, Natasha Romanoff, had a hand in matchmaking you two.” You three shared a laugh and Steve got up to hug her. When she made her way over to you, you stood up and she gave you a big squeeze before winking and walking away to go sit with Bruce.
Once the guests found their own tables, you and Steve finally had some alone time with nobody interrupting your conversation. You wrapped your arms around his bicep and leaned your head on his shoulder.
“You look so beautiful F/N.” He placed a loving kiss on your head and placed his hand on your thigh even though it was lost in your dress.
“Why thank you babe, you don’t look to shabby yourself.” You winked at him and his smile grew exponentially.
The night went on wonderfully. Dinner was amazing and the speeches that Nat and Bucky gave as your best man and maid of honor brought both of you to tears. At one point, you told Nat to stop being so sentimental because you were going to ruin your makeup. She laughed at you and said that her being verbally nice was a rarity.
Then there was the cutting of the cake, you got it all over Steve’s face and he swiped a good sized dollop on your nose. The MC called you, your dad, Steve, and his mom to the dance floor. It was time for Last and First Dances.
Dancing with you dad was very emotional. He had been your rock all your life and now he was passing it on to Steve. You pulled him into one last tight hug before the song ended.
You look across the dance floor at Steve. He had just released his mom from his embrace and locked eyes with you. He looked so handsome in his traditional black tuxedo. You couldn’t believe you were now married to this man. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world. You thought about all the wonderful memories you were going to make with your shared life together. At the thought of it all, you gave Steve the biggest smile ever as you began to walk towards him.
Seeing you from across the dance floor made Steve’s jaw want to drop. He thought that you looked so beautiful in your gown. It was full, but not like a ball gown. It fell softly into a pool around you, the white tulle covering the floor. The dress was covered in lace, he thought that this dress was definitely made for you. As he gazed at your beautiful figure, he couldn’t see him marrying anybody else but you. You made every day of his so much brighter, he knew that you were the one. As you walked toward him with a beautiful smile on your face, he thought to himself that this was the one dance in his whole life that really mattered.
As he put his arms around you waist and yours made its way around his neck, it seemed like everyone else in the room faded into black.
“So love, how does it feel to be Mrs. Rogers?” He was smiling down at you, his ocean blue eyes glistening against all the lights.
“I couldn’t be happier Mr. Rogers. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Your eyes were filled with hope for the future and complete and utter love for the man that was dancing with you.
He pulled you against him and you molded together, swaying to the rhythm of the slow music that was floating through the room.
“Me too, doll. I love you so much” He kissed your forehead as you looked up at him. A smile drew across your face and a shade of pink arose onto your cheeks.
“I love you too, Steve, more than anything.” You continued to sway to the music, you arms moved to wrap around his torso. You listened to the sound of his heartbeat, it was steady. “Yeah know, at this rate I might fall asleep before all the guests leave.” You both chuckled and people watching looked at you, wondering what you two were laughing about. You weren’t much of the party-er. To be honest, neither of you were. But, it was your wedding and you both knew you were obligated to dance with your guests.
“Tired already babe?” He pushed you away a little bit so he could talk a look at you. The music was making you a bit drowsy, and he could see it on your face. He then leaned down and whispered in your ear, “I know what I can do to keep you up all night baby.” He breathed on your neck sending shivers down your spine.
You turned a few shades pink and bit your lip. The music began to end and he smirked at you, a tad bit of lust in his eyes. Oh, how were you looking forward to hitting the bedroom tonight after that comment.
The guests applauded as you walked off the dance floor and the music changed to something more lively. The people spilled onto the dance floor.
When nobody was looking, Steve gently squeezed your ass, laughing at the way you let out a small yelp of surprise, but likewise, you began to laugh too.
You smirked up at him, giggling, “God, I love you Steve Rogers.” The night proceeded wonderfully, it truly was a night you weren’t ever going to forget. You knew he was going to be a great husband and neither of you for a second doubted that your future together wouldn’t be complete and utter bliss.
What is up with Tinashe like do you have any info about why so many asian guys like her
Lol! Girl I don’t know all I know is her song “2 on” was a hit in Korea and since then she’s had a lot of Korean fanboys, if you look in her tag on the blog she even visited last year to perform and the audience men and women loved her performance and took a lot of pictures with her, a lot of them love her music and I personally love her music too, she has some nice bops and she can dance, she’s half Black, dad is Black, mom is White.
Honestly when I first saw her music video I just thought she was Black had no clue she’s mixed. Maybe they like her milk holders too because they’re big, I mean 👀
Maksim Chmerkovskiy Reveals His Big Family Plans With Peta Murgatroyd Could Include Adopting Kids
Maksim Chmerkovskiy cannot get enough of the world of parenting.
Close to two months after welcoming his first child with Peta Murgatroyd, the Dancing With the Stars pro has completely embraced his new role as father to a baby boy. At the same time, he’s already thinking about expanding the family.
"F–k yah. Yes, I would like to have as many kids as Peta decides to pop out,“ Maks shared with E! News exclusively while celebrating Swiffer’s 18th birthday. "I think we’re going to have as many kids as we can ourselves and just adopt a couple of kids. I just want a big family."
He continued, "I feel like the best part of having a child is you get to influence a brand-new human. If you’re going to complain about some of the things happening in the world nowadays, you need to look at the generation that you are raising and say okay, the best way to change or to alter or to upgrade this world is to instill things in your children that you want them to have as adults and push that out."
While Maks and Peta are busy gearing up for Monday night’s season premiere of Dancing With the Stars, the pair continues to make their baby boy the ultimate priority. In fact, they won’t even miss one of their son’s biggest milestones.
"He farted a couple of times. It was super cute. The first time he yawned I thought I was going to lose my mind,” Maks shared in New York City. “The first time he giggled I needed to walk away and reset, come back, because I was like, ‘This was the best thing that has ever happened to me.’ Everything first that he does is amazing."
And while mom and dad get used to having a baby at home, they’re realizing that things can get a little messy. Fortunately, Swiffer products have been helping for the couple who need a quick cleaning tool in between DWTS rehearsals.
"The last couple of months have been a crash course in adulating so I’m taking all the advice and the product is at the center of our household,” Maks shared. “Things happen with kids…and this is a perfect product for that."
Ultimately, credit needs to be given to both mom and dad who have managed to balance the world of dancing and parenting with flying colors.
"I miss her now. She misses me the second I get to the airport. Sharing a child is an incredible opportunity to figure out who you are as a person and we are settling into our roles as parents I think the right way,” he shared with E! News. “We’re just going to rely on one another and rely on our love, our unity and the sky is the limit."