#daddy marcus

“I shouldn’t be eating this” Marcus is telling you before letting his tongue swipe across the huge sphere of strawberry ice cream balanced perfectly on top of the chocolate-dipped cone - his choice since he let you pick the flavour. “Nobody’s making you” you tease, your comment earning you a gentle dig in the ribs and eliciting the biggest giggle, knowing you’ve stood him up with that one. “I can’t help it when it’s this nice, can I?” he’s smiling, his tongue working its way around the edge to prevent any of the ice cream dripping onto his hand, a satisfied hum escaping as the flavour coats his taste buds. “I dunno, I’ve hardly had chance to try it because you’ve eaten it all” you giggle, the majority of your shared ice cream disappearing into the mouth of the person who claimed that he didn’t want one, leaving you with just the gnarled end of the cone because it’s ‘too crunchy’ for Marcus. “Here, try some” he’s saying, catching you out as you stop in your tracks beside him. Hardly having chance to process what he’s just said before he’s smashing his lips against yours in the middle of the park, his tongue creeping into your mouth just enough to be able to allow you to taste the sweet treat that you’ve been craving all afternoon, a faint chocolate aftermath from where he’s nibbled away at the wafer cone before deciding that he’s had enough. “Happy now?” he’s asking, giving you no other option than to nod your head, his idea of sharing ice cream suddenly becoming much better than yours.

You’re not sure when Marcus’ accent became the source of entertainment in your house, but it has, your baby boy falling into a state of hysterics every time daddy says something remotely amusing, “aren’t you a chunky boy!” he’s cooing as he’s getting your little boy dressed for the day, tickling his chubby thighs which elicits a few gurgles from him, but it’s the fact that daddy’s said ‘chunky’ in his accent that sets him right off, letting out the biggest belly laugh at Marcus’ comment to the point where he gasping for air, “excuse me, what’s so funny about that?” he’s saying, pretending to be shocked, and again, it’s the way that daddy says ‘funny’ that causes another eruption of giggles, Marcus struggling to say anything without being made out to be a comedian

She isn’t leaving Marcus’ side for a split second, clinging onto him for dear life and refusing to be put down, burying her head into his neck each time one of his teammates comes over to say hi and going all blushy when they compliment her pretty dress or the mini version of your handbag that she’s carrying, but there’s one person that Little M is being slight less shy with, and that’s Paul, something about the funny faces that he pulls and the way that he knows exactly where the ticklish spot on her neck is means that she just can’t help but giggle at him, everybody’s hearts melting as they watch Little M finally coming out of her shell

“This is so nice” you’re whispering as the two of you stroll down the beach hand in hand, your growing tummy hidden beneath the most beautiful dress that matches Marcus’ dinner outfit, “can’t believe this is the last time me and you will go on holiday together” he’s saying, feeling quite emotional over the fact that you’ve been away every single year that you’ve known each other and the next time you hop on a plane will be with your baby boy, “we’ll be free again when he’s eighteen” you giggle, snuggling into Marcus’ side as the two of you make your way across the sand to dinner

Boys names: Miles, Milan or Malachi