#boundedby

          ❝ laila ? who was that, hon ? ❞ he asks, coming down from his office and wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her close. he pushes the hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear, a frown settling on his face. ❝ what’s wrong, my love ? why are you upset ? ❞ his demeanor softens considerably as he holds his wife to his chest, unsure what happened since he went upstairs to his office.

                    ❛    don’t turn around , der Kommissar’s in town .    ❜

          ❝ marry me. ❞ the words are out of his mouth as soon as his wife steps into his office, ring heavy on his left fourth finger. he’s not impaired in the slightest, which makes the request an odd one as he reaches out to pull her in his lap. ❝ you and me, right now, just run away together.  ❞ he speaks quietly even though they’re the only two people in the room, peppering feather light kisses on her face as he wraps his arms around her. ❝ what’d’ya say, huh ? ❞

          ❝ my love, my angel, my queen, ❞ he starts, picking up the girl and setting her down on the kitchen table. he stands between her legs, pressing kisses to her face as he keeps her close. they put ellie to bed about an hour ago, which is the only reason he allows himself to kiss from her face to her neck, hands roaming over her thighs as he speaks again. ❝ you gotta stop telling dillon i like him ‘cause, at some point, he’s gonna believe it. ❞