#c. addison

A frown had been permanently etched against his lips since the second Addison had demanded Riley take a nap, Wesley having wanted to keep his daughter up so that the pair could play together and even now as he sat on the edge of his bed pulling his shoes from his feet and tossing them aside, a heavy sigh fled his lips, plain white tee being pulled from his torso just as the sound of his wife’s feet pattering across the room filled the silent air. The shifting of the bed tell him all he needed to know before her arms were wrapped around his bare torso and a soft ‘I’m sorry but she needs the nap or she’ll be a little terrorist’ filled his ear and a disgruntled hum left his lips before glancing over his shoulder at the brunette. “It’s fine,” he mused. “I know she needs it. In all honesty, I think I might need a nap myself, care to join?” 

“Not like that you aren’t,” he retorted as he stepped closer to the brunette, digits lightly grazing her forearms. “What’s wrong, Ads? You alright? You’ve got those worry lines again so I know there’s something up.”

@perfectlybeautifulstorm

Emilia was stopping at her favorite coffee shop for some energy. She needed a few more photos and something enticing for her blog by Friday, and she was running out of ideas. Which is what left her running a bit late. Though as she walked outside and saw someone familiar... too familiar. Someone she wasn’t sure someone else knew they were back in town and Emilia’s mouth moved before she could properly think. “Addison?” She nearly shouted a the girl, surprise in her vocie. “Addison..!” She said much softer now, but was walking towards her.