12-04-2016, 07:36 PM
Uncle Kade. Oh shit, hello hormones. My eyes get all watery and my stupid lower lip gets all trembly and god dammit why? Ugh, crying is the worst, and it’s so fucking stupid, and I still can’t quite seem to get myself under control. “Uncle?” I ask, and my voice is all squishy and mushy and ridiculous. Because that’s kind of the sweetest damn thing. I don’t have any family to give the baby, and neither does Rhory. And that’s weighed on me...kind of a lot, actually. I don’t want a lonely childhood for my little moonbeam, but I haven’t exactly been having the best of luck trying to fix it either.
Must be my charming personality.
Ugh, I hate the sappy, watery smile on my face as I look up at him - why are all the guys I known stupidly tall? Someday I’ll have a friend my height. Well, or at least not six feet taller than I am. Whatever. God damn, the kid’s probably gonna outgrow me too, with as tall as Rhory is. Baby’s big sisters sure did, anyhow. Right, focus, stupid sappy smile and all. “I’d...I’d like that. If you want. Little squish here doesn’t have a whole lot of family, and growing up like that can be really lonely. I don’t want that for my kid.”
He’s being playful when he says this baby’s gonna love him, but I, being all damn mushy and shit right now out of fucking nowhere, rub my face against his shoulder, drying my stupid dumb leaky eyes in the process. “Probably will, yeah. You’d better hope the kid takes after its dad. Though I’m not gonna lie, now I kind of hope it keeps a bit of its momma’s sass.” That smile gets a little less sappy, turns into something of a devious smirk. I don’t know why the idea’s so damn funny, but it is.
And thank god, too, because it chases away the stupid squishy teary-eyed shit. “Though I mean. You seem to like my smart mouth well enough. Maybe that’d be a point in the kid’s favor, huh, precious?”
Must be my charming personality.
Ugh, I hate the sappy, watery smile on my face as I look up at him - why are all the guys I known stupidly tall? Someday I’ll have a friend my height. Well, or at least not six feet taller than I am. Whatever. God damn, the kid’s probably gonna outgrow me too, with as tall as Rhory is. Baby’s big sisters sure did, anyhow. Right, focus, stupid sappy smile and all. “I’d...I’d like that. If you want. Little squish here doesn’t have a whole lot of family, and growing up like that can be really lonely. I don’t want that for my kid.”
He’s being playful when he says this baby’s gonna love him, but I, being all damn mushy and shit right now out of fucking nowhere, rub my face against his shoulder, drying my stupid dumb leaky eyes in the process. “Probably will, yeah. You’d better hope the kid takes after its dad. Though I’m not gonna lie, now I kind of hope it keeps a bit of its momma’s sass.” That smile gets a little less sappy, turns into something of a devious smirk. I don’t know why the idea’s so damn funny, but it is.
And thank god, too, because it chases away the stupid squishy teary-eyed shit. “Though I mean. You seem to like my smart mouth well enough. Maybe that’d be a point in the kid’s favor, huh, precious?”