peter-cohen:
Chuckling as he watched the blonde toddler jumping up and down on the bed, Peter wrapped his arms around the boy and started pressing kisses all over the boyâs head as he lifted the boy off of the bed and started to carry him into the kitchen after Alaska and Harlow. âHow about I make your absolute favourite for breakfast, eh I?â Peter whispered to the boy who cuddled into him even closer the more he spoke. âScramby eggs and bacon?â The way that Isaacâs smile grew so much bigger was how Peter could tell that he had said something right.
Once in the kitchen, Alaska popped Harlow into her little seat and laughed lightly as the baby girlâs eyes lit up. She was like a little puppy, trained to know that food was coming once she was placed in the chair. âYouâre a hungry little mama arenât you?â she cooed, pressing her fingertip to the babyâs nose before turning her attention to the boys who had entered the space. After picking up one of the bananas on the counter, she peeled it instantly and broke off half to hand to Isaac and began to break the other half into smaller bits for Harlow. âHow about oatmeal for me?â she asked, turning her attention back to Peter as a smile played on her lips.





















