#jay-ro

stephbrown this is so perfect but why would a man be there...

jtodd cry about it brown luvrodite stephanie 😭

dickgrayson enjoy!! expecting a really cool souvenir for your favourite brother in law! 😁🏝️

jtodd it's damian jsyk you're getting nothing timothydrakewayne why are you trolling everyone in the comments. get a job stephbrown here comes the president of the dick grayson fan club LMFAO timothydrakewayne ?? whose side are you on

royharper i'm giving you guys evil eye for being on holiday while i'm suffering

luvrodite i love you so much but who taught you about evil eye + if anything ruins my holiday now i will hunt you down royharper jtodd are you just going to allow this jtodd happy wife happy life royharper you're not married ? jtodd :)

‘they’re cute,’ he mumbles. the words you haven’t said hang between you, and you grin a little when he hesitates, before asking, ‘you ever think about that stuff? havin’ kids?’

you stare down at him for a moment before letting out a breath. ‘yeah, sometimes.’

‘sometimes?’

you lift a shoulder. ‘yeah, it crosses my mind. today, it definitely did.’

he laughs quietly. ‘when i was with the kids?’

you pinch his chin. ‘don’t make fun.’

he catches your hand as you pull it away, kissing your palm. ‘sorry. ‘m not.’

‘better not be.’

‘cross my heart.’

‘good,’ you say decisively. he hums in response, rolling the fabric of your shirt between his fingers.

‘that something you want now?’ he asks quietly. the metal of his wedding band presses briefly against your hip and you shiver, pressing closer.

it takes you a moment to answer, distracted briefly by the warmth.

‘i don’t know,’ you tell him truthfully. it comes easily, words slipping from your lips like water. he’s your best friend. how could they not?

you stroke his cheek as you think out loud. ‘i like things as they are now, baby.’ you look at him to gauge his response and he lifts his lips in a small smile.

‘i do too.’

‘i like it, getting you to myself like this,’ you say, feeling a little selfish and warming all over when he laughs. it’s an affectionate noise, and he draws in close to brush his lips against your cheek. ‘i want a baby, i think, but later. not now. i want to have you like this a little longer.’

the sigh he lets out is one of contentment, and he settles back into the sheets.

‘me too.’ a thumb strokes over your hip and you lean down to press a kiss on his mouth, lingering when he lets out a sweet, soft sound, an exhalation of air that presses into your tongue and dissolves, spun sugar and pure love. ‘later, then.’

‘later,’ you affirm. the late afternoon is spent swapping drowsy kisses, and though the silence is not replaced by the squeals of a child, love fills your home still.