#c; ruby sullivan

location: deadlights

"Take it easy on the shots, yeah?" he spoke, shooting a look in Ruby's direction before downing the glass in front of him. Somehow, he felt like he was still going slower than her, playing catch-up after showing up late. "I don't want to have to drag your ass home later."

5 minutes | Accepting eternally | @fullofvoices

How on Earth had he lasted this long alive without feeling the surge in his chest he had when he looked down at the little pink bundle. Bullet was the love of his life, his soulmate, yes, but there was definitely something to be said about the love a man had for his first born baby girl.

Drew looked down at his girls, Bullet half-asleep, holding the little wrinkled baby girl she had given birth to only an hour ago. God, he had never felt anything like it. He wanted to protect them both and keep them sheltered from the world. The harsh, cruel world. 

And when he got to hold her, finally, Drew couldn’t help it. He broke down in tears, overwhelmed by the power that the little girl in his arms had over him already.

The same power she’d use all her life, to keep her dad wrapped around her finger, but he loved her to death.

5 min drabbles | Accepting | @fullofvoices

Drew watched hi kid, holding onto the coffee table, a grin on his face. His hands held out. And she let go. Wonder filled him as she took her first, faltering steps towards him, that sweet grin on her face. She her chubby fingers et his, he pulled her up into a hug.

Few years later, he was standing behind her bike, holding it steady until he could let go, let her go. Then she was going, he had let go, and she was flying down the sidewalk. Daddy, I didi it!” Never more proud.