#prctip

“Stephanie...haven’t you ever wondered why you’re drawn to me? To be with me?” He questioned from where he was propped up in bed, idly flipping through a photo album of their years together.

He shifted a little, closing it, mismatched eyes flickering over to look at her and then their daughter just beyond in, in the crib in their joined room. Since they’d been sleeping in the same room together, he’d been trying to spend more time with both his daughter and wife, making a point to be there, especially at night, when they could actually do things together, be together.

“Because I have an answer to that question...”

                ‘ you’ve seen us in b o o k s, though, correct?                        we’re the SAME. well, M O S T L Y. there’s a                        few differences, like not a l l of us can sing well.                        i can, though, but that’s not the POINT. ‘

    The brunet stumbled into the house, a hoarse chuckle passing his lips as if h-     e'd heard one the funniest jokes in his life. It was easy to hear when the sp-     oke that he had gone out drinking, but he'd obviously had fun while doing it.

but he’s quite CLOSE to breaking.

                 ‘ steph....steph N O.... ‘

✯ :A headcanon someone else has inspired you to adopt?

my most recent headcanon about mat having no sense of danger && always putting himself in harm’s way for the sake of research && to satisfy his own curiosities. pretty much EVERYONE has inspired that through threads tbh 

the adventures of two toddlers and their non-binary nanny. // accepting.