hey baby.

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I didn't 'almost drop the baby off the changing table', the baby almost triple backhand sprung onto the hardwood.

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[ you thought no one could bigfont someone via text.

you were wrong.

mako is so angry she forgets to english. ]

なに?

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We had a conversation that went "ahummmm ehhum ega ga ga mmmmm" and I understood exactly what he meant. Or kid might be a genius, he was warning me that the pasta was too hot.

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Could the smoke coming off the pasta have been a clue, too?

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It's been six months, and I've since learned that you don't really need to boil binkies if they fall on the ground. Just brushing them off on my sweater works fine.

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1/?? NO

2/??
RALEIGH WE TALKED ABOUT THIS

3/??
DON'T WIPE YANCY'S BINKY ON YOUR SWEATER

4/4
YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT BINKY HAS BEEN

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Me: "You realize last night made 6 times our kid's cockblocked us in a row?"
You: "You were counting?"
Me: "You weren't?"

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I'm not sure which is worse, that you were keeping track, or that we let it get to 6.

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I'm going to laugh my ass off if our kid comes home with his first crush and her name is Gipsy Danger.

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I would allow it if it was Coyote Tango.

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Do we have an extra bag of that?

[ mako has a chips craving :( ]

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[ ring ring ring ring

pick up your phone, mako.

baby yancy has some important vowels to gurgle at you, most of them of the mumumumumumumumumumum variety. and raleigh so patiently distracted him until your lunch time so yeah, pick up! ]

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[ mako's lunchtime is purely arbitrary, she's actually still hard at work at her desk, having a sandwich from the lunchbox Raleigh made her. But then the phone is ringing and she picks up.

only, you know, to hear her baby gurgling incomprehensible things at her. at least, she thinks it's her baby; it's either that or a very young stalker. ]

Hello?

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I love you, but I never want to hear it again. It's stuck in my head.

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POLKA DOT! POLKA DOT! AFRO CIRCUS!

[ best life partner, aren't you happy mako ]

Hey do you like to move it, move it?

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I find it both adorable and aggravating that you saw fit to stick this on my new lace bra.

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[ one tuesday morning, raleigh strolls into yancy's pastel green room to find his son standing in his crib, clinging to the bars and bouncing happily when he sees his calls of daaaa have finally been answered. yancy smiles, and raleigh smiles back, and picks up the toddler to carry him to the changing table and take care of his swollen, pee filled diaper. they change, they dress (raleigh wears blue jeans and a white shirt, yancy wears a red shirt and no pants) and head downstairs for a breakfast of mashed bananas and cheerios (raleigh's in a bowl, and yancy's spread all along his high chair tray).

mako is long gone for work this morning, and raleigh's on casual dad duty because he doesn't have to get them up and anywhere today. there's no important doctor's appointment, and no grocery shopping to do, so the two of them kick back and relax.

they watch the news and build with blocks on the living room until the phone rings. it's a long distance phone call from tendo, one of their bi-weekly check-in's, and raleigh's chuckling at something the other man says and is almost too distracted to realize that yancy's stood up to knock over his block tower and then toddled towards him. it's more than twenty little baby steps to get from the center of the living room to where the landline is hooked into the wall, and raleigh looks over in time to catch the last ten. and it's an amazing sight to see — suddenly all those hours bent double with yancy's little baby hands around his fingers and supporting most of his weight while the child tip toed around seemed worth it, and raleigh's dropping the phone down on the hook so he can sink to his knees and beckon the tiny dark haired baby into his arms.

once they start walking, they can't be stopped, he's been told. but it's still incredibly exciting, and raleigh composes half a text to tell mako before deciding it's going to be better to surprise her.

so here they are, four hours later. raleigh heard mako's car in the driveway and restrained their baby until he heard the door open and close, and the rustle of her jacket. then she calls for them — raleigh? and he takes that as a green light to usher yancy around the corner. he's running for all that a baby can, still not having mastered the heel-toe formation and kind of toddling on his tip toes and bow legs. raleigh's right behind him, urging him on with all the enthusiasim he would with the puppy they planned to get after new years. ]

Go get her — go get mama! Goooo get her, come on Ya —

[ and, of course, about six feet from mako, he faceplants. ]

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[ of course.

of course.

yancy is a decent sleeper most of the time. sure he gets fevers and gets sad and uncomfortable and wets his diaper and sometimes is just too cold or loses his binkie, but he sleeps perfectly well most other nights. only most other nights, raleigh's too tired and mako's too preoccupied, and they never have the time or energy to fool around. but tonight, something had just been in the air between the two of them. and maybe it's his fault for not making sure yancy was 100% ready to sleep when he put him down, but now he's crying. and, of course, it's right when raleigh'd set a good pace for fucking into her; slow, even strokes that were going to work them up, but not make the come any time soon, not until they wanted to. of course it's right when he gets her to start whimpering, and right when he latches his mouth onto her collarbone with the intent of sucking a glorious hickey onto her neck.

and, of course, he's mr. mom and the first to react. ]

Fuck — wait, Mako, I have to go get him.

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[ He's moving out of her, after minutes of being blessedly inside of the low-heat pleasure of their deliberate, slow lovemaking. He's moving out of her as Yancy cries and Mako doesn't know whether to be distressed or disappointed; she makes a soft whine of disappointment, of need denied, but their son needs them.

Mako's slick and wet and aching and horny; she hadn't had the pleasure of having his cock deep inside her for so long, and up until now, tonight had been perfect -- her hand slipping from his chest, she nudges at him. He's not hungry, he'd only just fed a couple of hours ago, and Mako shifts onto the sheets, frustration simmering off her because it's the seventh time they've been interrupted and Mako loves her son but still.

Still.

She sighs. ] Go.