#plano tx

you’d been coming here with your parents for years to take spring photos, and it struck you that it was finally your turn. your siblings had theirs, and now you had an amazing husband and the son you’d adopted together, and the three of you were dressed in your nicest spring clothes for the occasion. your first spring together, as a family of three.

you admired din’s beautiful profile as he watched the butterflies flit through the small field, wriggling your phone out of your pocket to take a picture. you wanted to remember this for the rest of your lives— together. he turned his head after you’d gotten it, a broad smile cracking his face and replacing the content one that had settled there.

“sit,” he crooned, murmuring your name. you obeyed him, nestling up against him and resting against his hard front. he moved your son so he was settled against your chest, but din’s arm was still supporting him, and put his chin on your shoulder. you felt his patchy facial hair tickle you softly, and giggled. the blonde-haired baby against your chest giggled with you, cooing as he reached a hand for your hair. you tilted forward, letting it fall within his reach, and watched as he put it in his mouth.

din let out a disgruntled noise from behind you. “should we be letting him do that?” his chest rumbled against your back.

you laughed quietly and replaced your hair with your finger. “better, dad?” you turned your head to his and he laid a smiling kiss against your lips.

“yes, my beautiful wife.” he kissed you again, and you felt his arm raise off of your body. you opened your eyes to see him lowering his phone after taking a picture of the two of you. you squealed loudly and turned, holding your son carefully as you somewhat tackled din into the flowers, laying kisses all over his face and neck.

“you piece of shit, no warning!”

he laughed full and bright into the hot texas air, insisting that it was revenge for the picture of his profile. you tickled his side with the hand that wasn’t concerned with your baby, feeling him tense against you with joy and mirth. he cried out “mercy, my kind lady, please!” and you moved your hand to his chest, just resting it there, laughing just as hard as him.

he huffed a few more quiet chuckles under his breath, looking down at you admiringly. your baby’s eyes were flicking between the two of you wonderingly, and din scratched lightly at his head before turning the three of you to your sides.

as you regained control of your breathing and settled in like spoons in a drawer on the soft earth, you smiled down at the miracle in your arms and tilted your head to peek at the dark-eyed beauty who put the pretty ring on your finger. he was staring right back at you, that same smile of satisfaction and content mirrored on his face, and somehow you knew. you knew that this was where you were meant to be.