#withagony

          they’re being lazy - just laying on the couch with the tv on as background noise more than anything. she stopped paying attention to it about an hour ago, choosing instead to play with beau’s fingers silently, unbrushed hair laying wild around her hair. a sharp gasp breaks the silence as she squeezes beau’s hand tightly, eyes widening. she can’t find the words to explain her sudden reaction, instead directing beau’s hand to her growing stomach. ❝ that’s your baby. she’s - she’s movin’ ! ❞ she says excitedly, this being the first time she’s ever felt the little angel - PEACH - move.

          ❝ daddy’s still sleepin’. ❞ he says as he hears his uncle walk in. he doesn’t even have to look to know it’s him - he’s learned everyone’s footsteps in less than a day, a defense mechanism he has thanks to his mother. at this point, the sun’s not even up but shay couldn’t spend another second laying down, so he quietly made his way to the living room where he remembers beau having put away his colouring book. ❝ he cried yesterday. i don’t think he knew i was still up, though. ❞

          ❝ the hell you starin’ at me for ?? ❞ he asks, only half malicious. he doesn’t realize that his little adventure behind the concessions stand has left his lips significantly more red than they were previously.

          ❝ moana called, asked if she could come over for dinner. i think she misses you. ❞ she speaks softly as she sits on the couch with faith and jasper, tilting her head back to see beau. they’ve only been living together a few weeks, but everything’s been fairly smooth so far ( there’s only been one biting incident, so that’s a plus ) ❝ i told her yeah, is that okay ? ❞

          it’s early -- way too early to be awake but there’s a certain sickness going through their house that seem to have the girls up at every hour of the day. he sighs as he runs his hand across his face and leaning on the counter in the kitchen, watching the sun slowly peak out from the night sky as he lets the world around him melt away for a minute.

          he’s still soaking wet, only a towel around his hips as he walks into his and beau’s room, arms crossed as he looks at his boyfriend. ❝ i love you, beau, i really do but for once in my life i’d like to take a shower without your daughter’s hair plugging it up so bad that it doesn’t drain. how does she lose that much hair in that little TIME, beau ?? ❞ 

          he’s been staring at the menu for the past five minutes in complete silence, a look of pure confusion on his face. he’s not uncomfortable -- not yet -- he’s just severely out of his element. ❝ do me a favor. ❞ he huffs, finally setting the menu down in front of him maybe a little more roughly than need be. ❝ would you just -- pick something for me ?? i’m not -- trying to be difficult, i just don’t know what half this shit is. ❞ he shrugs, hand going up the scratch the back of his neck, a pink hue obvious on his cheeks; half from embarrassment, the other half from simply being around beau.