#txnistark

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : ‘ she’s so little thougha strange thought my muse has about yours : ‘ I wonder what breast milk tastes like.....a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :  [ UMM like all the things we talk about but never do haha ]

Steve heard Toni calling out from the bathroom, and got up from the couch he'd just sat down in. He could no longer expect a quiet evening to relax after a day at work. He didn't necessarily mind, but bath times, after the first few disastrous occasions, were something he'd grown to dread. "Coming!" he called, heading down the hall to the bathroom where the screams of protest and squealing were coming from. 

Steve threw his arms around Toni before she'd even managed to get out the words out. "I thought - " When he'd seen her on the news he didn't know what he'd thought, but an instant fear had crushed him. No one had been able to stop him from rushing to the site of the attack. He just had to know she was safe, alive. "I thought you were dead," he whispered, face burying into her hair as he held her too tightly.

"I was gonna do a thing..." he mumbles, taking in a deep breath. "But...Toni Elizabeth Stark, will you marry me?"

"No. No, this doesn't have anything to do with you. This is...this is on me."

Steve sighed heavily and flopped down on the couch beside Toni. That particular diaper change had gone horribly. He'd scrubbed his face clean four times. "Me either. Or anything else that's in that shade of brown. What does she even eat that makes her poop so much?"

[text] Yupp! Dada![text] Although it could've been Dodo...but it counts, right!?

txnistark