little darling

       he can’t help but smile – it’s his two favorite girls, all curled up on the couch. so as he looks over at her, his fingers push through his dark and messy hair, pushing himself off the couch and moving closer. ❛ do you need anything, babe? ❜

      ❛ yeah, i need you to take her and not wake her up, ❜ she tries to whisper, but she’s growing a little angrier due to her impatience. ❛ pleeeeeease. ❜ she coos, pressing a kiss to the baby girl’s head, holding her out for the other to take. ❛ she always goes right to sleep with you. ❜

      he raises an eyebrow, an amused smile appearing as he walks over to jeremy, wrapping his arms firmly around jeremy’s hips and pressing his face against jeremy’s back. his words are slightly muffled, but he can’t bring himself to actually care. jeremy smells nice. ❛ i’m just joking baby, i know you’re a good cook. ❜ leo responds, pulling back to lean up on his toes and press a quick kiss to jeremy’s cheek.

       his eyes close and he leans forward against the fridge as soon as arms wrap around him. jeremy’s still not used to this, still not used to being held when he’s upset ( he won’t admit it though ). ❛ damn right, ❜ he huffs, unwrapping the meat and setting them on a plate, getting out the seasoning. ❛ c’mon, leo. we gotta get going. ❜

       he can only sigh — he refuses to put her in a place where she doesn’t feel comfortable, so he lets his grip on her loosen and moves back only slightly. ❛ all right, baby. ❜ he mumbles, leaning his head back against the pillow and resting his gaze on her for a moment. ❛ okay, okay. ❜ if he wasn’t laying on his side, he probably would’ve put his hands up in his defense. but he’s far too tired to do that.

       oh, she didn’t mean to do this. she’s just a mess but she refuses to let marco see. there is no crying. there is no feeling sorry for herself. no, no, no. ❛ i’m sorry, ❜ her voice is small, hands coming up to cover her face. she doesn’t want to push him away, but she knows she is. ❛ i’m sorry i’m a mess. ❜

      ❛ ———oh… really? stace… c’mere. ❜ to be honest, marco’s not too sure whether he should be concerned or not. he had never had a family other than his sister ( who he rarely talked to ) that ever had a connection with him — he can’t even properly remember his father’s face. ❛ baby, it’s okay to cry, you know that right? ❜ his words are gentle — it’s an unusual occurrence for him to be this soft with her, fingers gently brushing away any tears that fall and lips pressing against her temple so softly.

       she just shrugs, really not comfortable with crying in front of him let alone by herself. she hates the feeling of tears falling down her cheek: it’s just not okay with her. ❛ no. no, it’s not. it shows me i’m weak, ❜ she grunts out in frustration, continuously wiggling around to try and get herself to calm down. ❛ i don’t like crying. i didn’t cry when they died and i’m not gonna cry now. ❜

      ❛ ooh, scary! ❜ leo rolls his eyes, gaze resting on jeremy with a laugh — it’s all jokes, though. ❛ mmhm. it’s totally my fault. i’ll take entire blame for that, to be honest. ❜ grinning wickedly, leo hums contently and makes a noise of agreement, arms lacing around jeremy’s sides. ❛ sure babe, sounds good to me. as long as you don’t burn down the kitchen or somethin’ then i think we should be fine. ❜

       he makes a little pathetic whimper, nosing at the boys jaw like a puppy would when they’re in need of attention. ❛ hey! i’m a good cook, ❜ he growls, eyebrows knitting together and backing off from the boy to grab the meat from the freezer. ❛ my mom taught me how to cook steak, so i think i know how to do this. ❜ so sassy.

      ❛ oh, is she? ❜ leo stops in his tracks, looking over at jeremy with a raised eyebrow. ❛ and she’s coming over for dinner… can i ask when exactly she’s coming over, and more importantly what the hell we’re going to do? ❜ he’s waiting expectantly for some kind of response from jeremy, one hand on his hip.

       ❛ she backed me into a corner! ❜ he offers as an excuse, arms crossing over his chest. ❛ you’ve made me soft. i don’t know how to tell people ‘no’ anymore. dammit, leo, ❜ it’s a joke, obviously, and it shows by the way jeremy wraps his arms around the other, nuzzling into his neck. ❛ i’ll make steaks, yeah? and you can make salads. ❜

      ❛ thinking about what kind of things? ❜ he raises an eyebrow, he can’t help that he’s curious now. he won’t be able to fall asleep for awhile, it seems. ❛ no, no it’s okay. i’m up now and i can’t sleep, so talk to me more yeah? tell me what’s on your mind. ❜ with one hand threading through her hair, marco lets a soft yawn leave his lips.

       ❛ had a dream about my dad walking me down the aisle, ❜ her voice is still small, scared to even speak up with threats of tears making themselves known. ❛ and my mom was sitting in her assigned spot along with my dad. they looked so proud of me. ❜ oh, and here they come. but she’s quick to wipe them away. this is why she doesn’t like to talk about her thoughts!

      he makes a soft noise, body shifting closer and curling closer to her. pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, he sighs. ❛ are you sure, stace? ❜ he mutters, raising an eyebrow at her. ❛ if anything’s bothering you, just tell me okay? ❜

       ❛ i’m just thinking about things, ❜ she shrugs, hands flat against his chest as she lets her breathing even out. ❛ i didn’t mean to wake you up. go back to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. ❜ her voice is small, soft even, as she lets their lips press together once before cuddling into his chest. 

      ❛ … hmm ? ❜ he shifts onto his side, eyes sleepily open as he lets out a quiet yawn. ❛ i mean, i’m up now. why, is something wrong ? ❜

       she didn’t mean to wake him. oh, now she feels shitty for doing that. curse her neediness. ❛ oh, no! no, everything’s fine. ❜ she whispers, the ring on her finger shining with the light she left on in the bathroom. ❛ i just wanted to see if you were, um, still up. ❜