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[ bb no don't joke like that :c ]
He knows he has two parents, Mako. I think he likes you best.
[ because you don't deny him juice or turn of the television when it's nap time, maybe, but that's still something significant. ]
Zoo day sounds fun. I hear one of the elephants is pregnant.
He knows he has two parents, Mako. I think he likes you best.
[ because you don't deny him juice or turn of the television when it's nap time, maybe, but that's still something significant. ]
Zoo day sounds fun. I hear one of the elephants is pregnant.
[ raleigh marshmallow becket is very perceptive, and while he might not know if her impending question is dark or light hearted, he can tell it's a long time coming and might have some weight to it. so he shrugs a little awkwardly beneath her because, yeah, of course mako can ask him anything. ]
What's up?
What's up?
[ what does that have to do with growing??? oh maybe personal growth, maybe waiting until he's grown up enough not to wail on the airplane when they ascended and his ears popped. ]
Sure, that'd be fun. We should also take him to Australia at some point, to see Marshal Hansen.
Sure, that'd be fun. We should also take him to Australia at some point, to see Marshal Hansen.
[ 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.
[ yeah, okay, he'd eaten his fair spoonful or two of gerber carrots today, but rude, mako. raleigh is not a baby and is not the one who tasted and spit orange baby food all over his bib today — which almost counted as eating, right? ]
It tastes... like very orange carrots. But it's not bad. We get stuck in a snow storm, I bet even you'd like it.
It tastes... like very orange carrots. But it's not bad. We get stuck in a snow storm, I bet even you'd like it.
[ 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.
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.
[ Mako hesitates, because she might know him better than anyone, would understand his secrets and quirks and his habits and reactions -- but she could never predict his answer to a question she'd kept buried for months and months, ever since she'd been pregnant with Yancy. ]
Have you considered getting married?
Have you considered getting married?
[ shhh, she was just teasing you. It's a big thing, though, that their baby is slowly graduating towards eating semi-solid foods. Adjusting him, Mako smiles, all proud mama.
Raleigh's done an incredible job with raising him, and he needs to know that. ]
Did he finish it all?
Raleigh's done an incredible job with raising him, and he needs to know that. ]
Did he finish it all?
[ oh.
oh.
well, if he'd been completely honest with himself, no. but only because drifting with her, living with her, having kids with her — that all seemed much more real than the ideology of marriage. their partnership ran deeper than rings and a ceremony and shared finances, but if that's what she wanted...
raleigh's grinning, much like he had when she'd told him that she was pregnant, and sitting up a little. ]
Are you proposing to me?
oh.
well, if he'd been completely honest with himself, no. but only because drifting with her, living with her, having kids with her — that all seemed much more real than the ideology of marriage. their partnership ran deeper than rings and a ceremony and shared finances, but if that's what she wanted...
raleigh's grinning, much like he had when she'd told him that she was pregnant, and sitting up a little. ]
Are you proposing to me?
[ Mako eases back a little when he sits up, instinctively accommodating as she contemplates his grin (he always is adorable, and does he know that his smile can light up a room?) as she finds herself silently grateful for the fact that it's a little too dim to see the blush on her cheeks. ]
I could be. [ because, you know, Mako's never subscribed to the adage of the boy on one knee in front of a girl, with some soppy promise that she and Raleigh have both have already lived, many times over. (Also, she's missing a ring, but she could improvise.) ]
I could be. [ because, you know, Mako's never subscribed to the adage of the boy on one knee in front of a girl, with some soppy promise that she and Raleigh have both have already lived, many times over. (Also, she's missing a ring, but she could improvise.) ]
[ NO YOU LOVE HIM. ]
Yeah, a white gold ring with a princess cut diamond. Also I don't think I ever got my mom-present.
[ must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face... ]
Yeah, a white gold ring with a princess cut diamond. Also I don't think I ever got my mom-present.
[ must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face... ]
[ SHE DOES, and he doesn't need to force himself to keep his shit-eating grin off his face for her to just know that he's screwing with her! But, you know, in the spirit of things... ]
Wait here.
[ She climbs off him, an idea coming to mind. Mako leaves the room for a few minutes, rummaging around the drawers before she comes back with a permanent marker and the grin Raleigh's working so hard to keep off his stupidly handsome face. ]
Hold out your hand.
Wait here.
[ She climbs off him, an idea coming to mind. Mako leaves the room for a few minutes, rummaging around the drawers before she comes back with a permanent marker and the grin Raleigh's working so hard to keep off his stupidly handsome face. ]
Hold out your hand.
I'm sorry —
[ he's disentangling from her, rolling off the bed in a fabulous display of the grace and finesse of a jaeger pilot. then he's trying to hop into his pants (it's inappropriate to go see to a baby while sporting an erection, he's not much of a below-the-waist nudist anyway), distracted between trying to discern what type of cry that was — hungry cry? poopy cry? scared cry? — whilst impressing upon mako just how sorry he was that he'd had to get up. ]
I'm sorry, I'm seriously sorry.
[ look, he'll even prove it to you once he's got his pants on: flopping back onto the bed for all of ten seconds to bury his face between her thighs and lavish his tongue across her slick folds, to eat her out with brief ferocity, and then groan because god fucking dammit, he'd had his cock in her mere seconds go and now he couldn't even make her come with his mouth because yancy was howling. ]
Fuck — I'll be fast, [ he promises when he finally withdraws, dragging the back of his hand across his face and finally slipping from their bedroom. ]
[ he's disentangling from her, rolling off the bed in a fabulous display of the grace and finesse of a jaeger pilot. then he's trying to hop into his pants (it's inappropriate to go see to a baby while sporting an erection, he's not much of a below-the-waist nudist anyway), distracted between trying to discern what type of cry that was — hungry cry? poopy cry? scared cry? — whilst impressing upon mako just how sorry he was that he'd had to get up. ]
I'm sorry, I'm seriously sorry.
[ look, he'll even prove it to you once he's got his pants on: flopping back onto the bed for all of ten seconds to bury his face between her thighs and lavish his tongue across her slick folds, to eat her out with brief ferocity, and then groan because god fucking dammit, he'd had his cock in her mere seconds go and now he couldn't even make her come with his mouth because yancy was howling. ]
Fuck — I'll be fast, [ he promises when he finally withdraws, dragging the back of his hand across his face and finally slipping from their bedroom. ]
[ Don't be cruel, babe. Don't be so cruel. Mako's treated to the sight of him rolling off the bed in a ripple of muscles and grace and strength in a complete package that's going to be indefinitely denied her, and she's watching his cock bounce when he's trying to pull up his pants, still slick with her arousal, with his, too, and she's aching so hard for him that she could almost cry. She forgives him, though, forever and always -- how could she not?
He's back again between her legs, his soft, skilled tongue against her slick pussy but it's not the same when it's their son crying in the other room -- he had his cock inside her seconds ago but now that it's their son crying his heart out, it's just not the same.
Mako's dressing after he leaves, her worry for her child coming into play because Yancy rarely howls like this. Coming up behind Raleigh in his shirt and her shorts, she frowns. ] Is he running a fever?
He's back again between her legs, his soft, skilled tongue against her slick pussy but it's not the same when it's their son crying in the other room -- he had his cock inside her seconds ago but now that it's their son crying his heart out, it's just not the same.
Mako's dressing after he leaves, her worry for her child coming into play because Yancy rarely howls like this. Coming up behind Raleigh in his shirt and her shorts, she frowns. ] Is he running a fever?
[ mako may be smiling faintly, but raleigh's outright beaming because look!
look what he did, mako! raleigh taught him, raleigh did that! sure, they had an equal hand in making him, and they co-parented as best they could. but these last few months, make had very much been the working mom while raleigh'd stayed at home and cooked and cleaned and read to their son. he'd even endeavored to ween yancy off his binkie, but turns out walking had happened successfully before that. but it's still a huge thing and all he wants to do is hug his son so tightly, to the point of discomfort. but it's mako's turn to revel in their parenting progress (he'll get him in a second). ]
Nah, he's just gotta learn we're not always going to be there to catch him.
look what he did, mako! raleigh taught him, raleigh did that! sure, they had an equal hand in making him, and they co-parented as best they could. but these last few months, make had very much been the working mom while raleigh'd stayed at home and cooked and cleaned and read to their son. he'd even endeavored to ween yancy off his binkie, but turns out walking had happened successfully before that. but it's still a huge thing and all he wants to do is hug his son so tightly, to the point of discomfort. but it's mako's turn to revel in their parenting progress (he'll get him in a second). ]
Nah, he's just gotta learn we're not always going to be there to catch him.
[ raleigh zooms into yancy's room with all the agility of someone who's been racing into rooms to make sure his son's okay for months now. usually, it's when there's a thump and yancy starts to cry, and he panics despite his heavily instigated rule about letting their baby figure out his limits and that he's not indestructible. this is no different; he wonders if he pinched his finger in the crib bar hinge or something, and is ready to soothe him with kisses and booboo damage control.
but he's fine. he looks fine, at the very least, but he's red faced and can't stop crying. it's an off cry, too, and has raleigh's hair on end.
he's bouncing and shooshing their screaming son by the time mako joins them, pacing the room and swaying slightly. ] I don't know, [ he admits, hunching his shoulders and pressing his cheek to his sons forehead. ] He feels warm... — where's the thermometer?
but he's fine. he looks fine, at the very least, but he's red faced and can't stop crying. it's an off cry, too, and has raleigh's hair on end.
he's bouncing and shooshing their screaming son by the time mako joins them, pacing the room and swaying slightly. ] I don't know, [ he admits, hunching his shoulders and pressing his cheek to his sons forehead. ] He feels warm... — where's the thermometer?
An artist too, are you? [ he drawls, all idle sarcasm and raised eyebrows.
either way, he's holding out his hand and spreading his fingers so she can draw a ring around his designated ringfinger. yeah, sharpies bled through the skin and weren't good for you, but a little ink never killed anybody. ]
either way, he's holding out his hand and spreading his fingers so she can draw a ring around his designated ringfinger. yeah, sharpies bled through the skin and weren't good for you, but a little ink never killed anybody. ]
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