I'm here from the "punch a feminist" post ok and let me just say you are ADORABLE, PRECIOUS, SMOL 10/10 WOULD PROTECT/FIGHT FOR U BUT I DONT HAVE TO BC U CAN DEFEND YOURSELF WHICH IS ALSO BEAUTIFUL, YOURE SO CUTE OH MY GOSH HOLY HELL 10/10!
It’s about 5 at night as you and Andy relax on the couch together, watching your favorite Star Wars movie while [D/N] sits on Andy’s lap and plays with her favorite stuffed toy. God, It’s hard to believe that she’s already four because, at least to you, it feels like she was born only yesterday. And man, she may look like you in most ways but she acts exactly like her father.
Well, she is a daddy’s girl after all.
However, even though [D/N] is a shy and quiet girl, she still has the attention span of a four year old.
The toy in her hand, the one that Joe gave her some time ago, soon becomes uninteresting and she tosses it to the floor, ready to turn her attention something else. That’s when Andy’s colorful arms catch her eye.
[D/N] knows that her father is covered in bright colors, but she’s never asked about it before; she’s never been curious enough to ask, but tonight is different. The colors entice her little mind as she observes the ink adoring his legs, arms, hands, and neck. She even lifts up his shirt a bit to expose his belly, to which she carefully studies the mess of color before lifting up her own shirt to look at her small stomach. Funny enough, Andy isn’t bothered at all by her actions. He just smiles at her and lets her do her own thing.
But when you notice her deep confusion and curiosity, you playfully ask, “What are you up? Are you gonna cause us some trouble?”
[D/N] let’s go of Andy’s shirt and shakes her head. “No, mommy, I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then what’s on your mind?” Andy kisses the top of her. “You can tell mommy and daddy anything, you know.”
She doesn’t say anything, though, and just looks back down to her father’s arms.
You follow her gaze and catch on to what she’s so interested in. “Are you staring at picture on daddy’s arms?”
She nods and points to her own stomach. “When are mine going to show?”
[D/N] quickly lifts up Andy’s arm and says, “When are my colors going to appear? And will Ruby, Declan, Bronx, and Saint get theirs too?”
“Colors?” It takes you a moment to understand what your daughter is talking about. But when it does click into place, you and Andy erupt into laughter.
“Sweetheart,” you begin, “They are called tattoos and they don’t-”
“-Appear until you’re much older,” Andy finishes, winking at you to play along, and of course you happily do. “Mine didn’t show up until I was eighteen.”
“But, daddy, why do you have so many and mommy none? Does everyone get them?” she asks.
Andy answers, “Tattoos are different for everyone and some people don’t have them. There are people who have a lot, like me, and people who don’t have any, like mommy. All that matters is if you want them.”
“Will I get a butterfly one?”
“If that’s what you really want.”
A huge smile then breaks out onto her face. “I want a butterfly! And a mermaid! And drums because you play the drums!” She hops up off Andy’s lap. “Can I use your phone, please? I really want to call Bronx and tell him about the tattoos. I wonder if he knows about them?”
[D/N] snatches her father’s cell from the coffee table and races down the hall to her room; she and Bronx are the best of friends and she knows Pete’s cell phone number by heart, so dialing isn’t an issue for her. And as she reaches her room, you can hear her little voice saying, “Hello, Mr. Wentz, may I talk to Bronx?” before she shuts the door.
You look to Andy and shake your head. “I’m going to blame you if she grows up and covers herself in tattoos. She is definitely a daddy’s girl, though.”
Andy just shrugs and pulls you closer to him; wrapping his arm around you and finally returning his attention back to the half finished movie.
Gavin felt a small tug on one of his fingers, and as he opens his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness, they settle on a small figure stood next to the bed, clutching a small green plushie.
“Mummy…bad dream.” She clutches the creeper closer to her body with one hand and squeezes Gavins finger with the other.
He quickly scoops her up once his eyes adjust and he can see her pouting face. He places her in the spot between him and Michael. “Oh sweetie, it was just a scary nightmare. You’re safe now.” He brushs back her unruly hair with his fingers and smiles at her.
Taylor shifts on the bed, cuddling down to be closer to her parents bodies. The movement stirs Michael, causing him to groan and crack open an eye. “what’s goin on?” Both eyes snap open as he notices Taylor in the bed. Propping himself up on his elbows rather quickly, he asks her what’s wrong.
She sniffles and cuddles her creeper plushie. “nighty-mares. Mum said I ok now."
Michael smiles softly and moves over so he’s laying closer to both Taylor and Gavin. "Well, Mum’s right. You’re fine now. Mogar won’t let anything happen to ya kid.” He wraps his arms around his daughter, pulling her close to his chest before reaching out and pulling Gavin into the embrace.
Gavin smiles back at him, snuggling into the warmth, his own arms wrapping around Taylor.
“Mum and Mogar.” Taylor hums contentedly, moving around a bit, before quickly drifting off back to sleep, Gavin soon following her into dreamland, a smile still on his face. Michael kisses both of their heads and closes his eyes too.
All three of them are perfectly comfortable, squished against each other in the middle of the bed, finding solace in the combined warmth.