Warnings: none, just Rafe being an adorable daddy and husband.
It was a successful work day for Rafe. He smiles faintly at himself in the mirror as he loosens his tie and finally removes it, throwing it beside him on the arm of the sofa. The previous night, You had given him some advice considering how stressed he was for the meeting, and if it wasn’t for that, he probably would’ve fucked it up.
He crinkles his nose a little, noticing a familiar faint smell of your perfume from the exact place he’s standing. Your smell permanently lingers in his office, as you always visit him in the mornings to let him put your necklaces and earrings on. In particular, you enjoy watching his eyes light up when you ask him.
Truth is, Rafe melts whenever he looks at you in the mirror. For the past few months, you’ve preferred to wear sundresses as they’ve been the most comfortable for your belly. And Rafe loves it. The dainty ones you pick that compliment the soft curves of your shoulders and expose the silky skin of your chest with Rafe’s necklace hanging just above your cleavage. Then when you look at each other in your reflection. God, that face. Your bright eyes that shine with the sun poking through the window at the perfect angle. Your lips slightly red from the tinted lip balm you use every morning. He considers you the most perfect woman alive, and he’s not ashamed to let people know.
Suddenly, Rafe cocks his head at the door at the sound of little footsteps in the hallway. He smiles, realising it’s his daughter. His sweet, beautiful little princess.
"Daddy!" She yells, her small and tender voice ringing like music in Rafe’s ears. When she finally gets to the office door, her hands thump heavily on it, and she has to use her body weight to push it open.
"Is that my girl?" He calls out to her, and she giggles at the sound of his voice. When she finally manages to push the door open with a little grunt, Rafe’s smile turns into a grin when he sees his cheerful daughter and he welcomes her, crouching down with his arms out as she runs towards him. She squeals with excitement as he stands with a small groan, his large hands holding under her arms and spinning her small body in the air for a moment before burying his face in her soft hair and giving her a loving kiss on the head.
"What did you do with Mommy today?" Rafe looks down at his daughter’s little face, smiling at her as she fiddles with the buttons on his shirt. He admires how much she has of her mother’s face, the same bright eyes and tinted cheeks. She even pulls the same little frown that Y/n does when she’s focused on something.
Before Rafe can reply, he notices a faint, sweet smell in the air and catches a small glimpse of white from the corner of his eye. He knows exactly who’s just walked in the room, and he quickly looks up out of excitement to be greeted with your beautiful smiley face, or what he likes to call, his angel-face.
And you give him exactly that. Smiling at him so adoringly in your dainty white sundress as you watch him fawn over your little girl. Rafe feels like a fucking kid ogling his favourite candy as he looks at you, and he loves it. The whole moment just makes him feel like he’s living on a fluffy cloud.
"Hey baby." Rafe holds his free hand out to you, wanting to hold your face after not seeing you all day and you walk towards him. As you lean your cheek on his outstretched hand, loving the snug fit and warmth that emits from his palm, you shut your eyes at the feeling. Rafe watches your face relax at his touch as he caresses the side of your face, and he brushes your cheek softly with his thumb. He just wants to kiss you and kiss you and kiss you, but he only leans in to give you a gentle peck as mini Y/n 2.0 is held in his other hand.
When you pull away, you both smile at each other for a second longer before you stroke your daughter’s hair to get her attention. She gives you an adorable grin, the rosey apples of her cheeks rising as she smiles.
“Can I go play?” She turns to Rafe again, and he nods, kissing the side of her head before he sets her down. She scuttles out of the office, and you look back at your husband, giving him the same sweet smile you haven’t been able to wipe off your face since you walked in the room. You can’t really help it, but fortunately, he can’t either. He holds both sides of your head, and a small giggle emits from you as he pulls you towards him and kisses your forehead.
"Oh mama, I love you so much." He mumbles against your skin.
Rafe looks down between you two at the bump your dress covers, and he smiles, his hands still resting on both sides of your head. This right here, is his happiness. His home. You’ve given him what he’s been longing for his whole life. A loving family, something he can come home to. There’s even another little Cameron growing inside you, and he wants nothing more in the world than to hold him already.
He bends down to kiss your belly through the thin fabric, and you run a hand through his hair.
“Can’t wait to meet ‘im.” His lips tickle as they brush over you a little when he speaks. As he stands upright again, you have to lift your head slightly to look at him. He’s not too tall, but you’re not too short. You’re the perfect height for forehead kisses, and Rafe loves to take advantage of that. He rests his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes, giving you a peck on the lips.
"You've made me so happy, mama."
