#Mgg's wife

[strangesillygirl]

HOT GIRLS LIKE MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER‼️‼️

[reidsdimples]

Hi, love your work and i was thinking of a good story where it's "the reader and Spencer's wedding they are having a good time and Penelope wants to congratulate them but can't find them, she walks around and finally spots reader she is resting against the wall of a cleaning closet, they talk for a bit and she leaves, when Penelope leaves spencer comes from out of readers dress, and says that that was a close one"

Couldn’t Wait

18+❤️‍🔥MDNI‼️

My response to this lovely request 🥰

“You are insane! There has to be a hundred people out there!” You giggle at your new husband.

Spencer smiles at you, his cheeks staining red with pure adoration. He is overwhelmed by how gorgeous you look in your wedding dress. He wants nothing more than to rip it off of you and bury himself deep.

“It’ll be fine, no one is back here,” he shushes you and drops downs to his knees.

“Oh my god…” you look from side to side.

He had pulled you into a small closet with a curtain instead of a door. It was in the back hallway of the venue but you could still hear the music playing as the reception carried on.

“Spencer…” you warn. He nestles himself under your dress, and shoves you by your thighs against the wall. He spreads them wide and adjusts himself so his face is up against your cunt.

He is completely hidden under the massive gown of your white wedding dress but you can feel him. He starts kissing and nipping at your lace underwear. You want to smack him away but it feels so good when he presses his gorgeous face into your pussy.

He pulls your underwear to the side and sinfully dips his tongue between your folds for the first time as your husband.

“Oh…” you exhale at the warm welcoming feeling of his tongue. You wish you could run your hands through his hair but the dress is a barrier between you two.

It’s heady- not being able to see him but being able to feel him lap at your cunt like a man starved. You feel him humming and moaning into as his tongue swirls around your clit and he drags it back down into your entrance. Your entire body is on edge, alive, as he strokes you slowly.

His nails push into your soft thighs as he keeps your legs parted enough to keep tasting you. His head moves as he dives relentlessly into you and you start losing yourself in the sensation. The bass of the music beats in your chest and you throw your head back as you ride your grooms face.

“There you are!” Penelope appears in the doorway, slinging the flimsy curtain out of the way. “Why are you hiding in here?”

“I’m not hiding, just taking a moment,” you clear your throat and try to appear unfazed. Spencer has frozen between your legs.

“Where’s Spence?” She asks.

“Oh, I don’t know I thought he was with Ethan and Derek earlier,” you shrug.

“Well I just wanted to congratulate you personally…” she trails off when you startle in response to Spencer’s tongue on your clit again.

“T-thank you Penelope,” you huff a laugh. “It means the world to me that you’re here.”

You hope she doesn’t see your face turning red as your mans tongue teases you. You’re lucky Penelope isn’t a profiler. Emily or JJ would know what was going on immediately. You shift on your feet to try and get him to stop without being obvious.

“Are you okay?” She tilts her head.

“Yeah! I just get anxious at these things,” you lose your words for a moment when you feel his middle finger pushing at your entrance. “Social gatherings, I mean…”

“I understand. Especially because all the attention is essentially on you,” she smiles sincerely.

“And Spence,” you say his name as a half warning for him to hear because his entire middle finger is inside of you curling gently. You sputter out a cough to keep from moaning.

“Of course,” she beams. “I’ll see you back out there.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” you reassure her. When she’s out of view you drag the curtain shut.

“I will kill you. I just married you and I will kill you Spencer Reid. Do you understand me?” He laughs but then latches his mouth back onto you.

You’re sent back against the wall and resume riding his face as he sets a rhythm with his finger and tongue.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“You taste so good Mrs. Reid,” he praises and he knows you’re getting close.

God this perfect man between your legs, licking and finger fucking you while he’s moaning like it pleasures him… it’s too much. Your legs go taught, stars explode in your vision and your orgasm crashes through you.

He pulls his finger out and pushes his mouth into your harder, greedily lapping at you to get everything you have to offer him. He takes extra time to clean you up with his tongue before replacing your underwear to their correct position.

“Well that was close,” he smiles mischievously up at you. He pops out from under your dress, with his messy hair, black tux, maroon tie, handsome as hell.

You wipe the edges of his face as he grins proudly. He kisses you hard, greedily as if you didn’t already know you were his.

“I love you,” he whispers and holds you close.

“I love you more,” you promise.

When you walk hand and hand back out the reception area, Derek and Penelope greet you first.

“So pretty boy, you just couldn’t wait for the honeymoon, huh?” Derek claps him on the shoulder. Spencer’s face to red but he follows Derek who has his arm around him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper yell in horror at Penelope for telling.

“I blab! I’m sorry. You guys are just so cute,” she stamps her heeled feet and hugs you.

“You know I love you anyway,” you laugh and hug her back.

She hands you a glass of champagne and clinks her to yours.

[cancersunthatsit]

God took 3 business days off after making these perfect bone structures

[spencerreidsglasses]

UGH I NEED BOTH OF THEM RIGHT NOW!!

Photos from mgg_updatess on Instagram!

[ratatoast]

(it was indeed the fair video, in case anyone was curious, also sorry, i was too lazy to respond to these asks separately lol)

(as for the other thing…)

guys please 😭

i’m really not in the business of speculating about other people’s relationships, i just saw the video and made a silly tiktok, that’s it

besides, even if it wasn’t his gf, he is a 44 year old man, it wouldn’t be surprising at all if he had one

also also, please let’s stay mindful and demure ✨

this ⬇️ is the correct vibe ✔️

okay? thank you!! 🥰

[gublersg1rl]

fun fact i love cooking sm i’ve been cooking a lot lately i love following recipes and it coming out perfect like it makes me feel so good and in control and then it’s yummy and delicious and i’m like wow i made that! i’m so proud of myself! also i’d make such a good gf for an fbi agent… like we have a date night but he has a case so he gets home late… and nothings open… so i have to cook for him :)

[dr-spencer-reidd]

Dr. Reid you have a wife?? You’re holding out on us - who is it?? Ramble about the story of how you two got together!

Yes, sorry for holding out on you guys! I have a wife. Her name is Maya. I’m not gonna share too many personal details about her, but she’s been part of the BAU for the past couple years. We met way before she joined however; considering we both went to MIT. As you can expect, I didn’t talk to her, at least not for the first couple months of admiring her. She was always talking, I noticed, sourriunded hy people, no matter where she went. I was too afraid to approach her because I thought to myself “she’s popular, people laugh and bend towards her like she’s a ray of sun. Who am I to try and interfere with that?” It wasn’t until we were paired together for a philosophy lecture that I realized the truth about her. She was utterly, completely, and consumingly real. Nothing that came out of her mouth wasn’t real. That’s why she didn’t speak to me at first. We were meant to discuss something or other in class, and in truth, she was so captivating I don’t even care to recall what it was. She refused to talk to me. Her face was red, her pulse fast, and she was fidgeting. Something I’d seen her do, but never up close. I guess I was sort of staring at her. Neither of us spoke. For that whole half and hour, we just sat next to each other. The first words she said to me where shortly after that. She turned to me, her brown eyes nearly piercing my soul, and stuck out her hand to shake. “Maya. That’s my name. You are Spencer Reid, right?” I was shocked she knew my name, and it showed. She stuttered “I’m not a stalker, don’t worry. You’re just hard to forget. I guess I’m sort of a fangirl.” She chuckled then, and her laugh was contagious. I laughed softly, my eyes sparkling with wonder. I didn’t understand who she was, why I was so enamored with her, or why in the world she wanted to speak to me. It was after a couple moments I realized her hand was still out. “The number of pathogens transferred during handshakes is staggering-“ I began, but she cut my off, taking my shaking hand in hers. “I know, but it’s how I was raised” she smiled at my weak hand shake, my mouth slightly agape. “And I don’t mind transferring some pathogens to you Mr. Reid.” She smiled, and I knew then, she was different. It sounds so stupid, because it’s just like every other love story, not unique, a cliche even. But the thing is, I would’ve brang down every single star and showed her how they resembled the freckles on her face, gone back in time so I could rewrite every love song with her name, and taken back every single kiss and I live you before her, because I knew in that moment I could never stop myslef from falling in love with her.

[bau-drabbles]

are all the cm cast members taken? i don’t wanna look if thomas has a wife i’m so jealous 😭

oh baby in my head, they're all single and we're all collectively in one big relationship 🥰😘😍❤

[weeping-vintage-toes]

Matthew grey gubler blanket 😍😍

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

please write lirerally anything for sitting on daryls lap facing him omg i would die

fem wife!plus size reader, wc: 515.

a/n: i decided to combine my idea of daryl messing up cutting his hair and this and it honestly turned out so cute!! like i was giggling and twirling my hair writing this 😭

With your lips rolled between your teeth to hide a cheek splitting smile, you perched yourself comfortably onto Daryl’s lap, hair cutting scissors in hand as you assessed the damage he had done to himself.

Admittedly, you had put cutting Daryl’s hair on the back burner seeing as though your group was working to make Commonwealth your home once more. You knew its length was starting to bug your husband, catching the older man often tucking it behind his ears, blowing it out of his face, or into a man-bun; you shamelessly enjoyed those days the most.

You knew he was much too good of man to bug you about it when you’d walk through the threshold of your home looking like you were about to pass out as soon as your body touched the softness of your bed. You just hadn’t expected him to take matters into his own hands. Maybe you should have.

“God, D. What did you do?” You said with a snort, taking pieces of his now mix-matched length hair in between the pads of your fingers. You twirled them gently, a fond look in your eye. Daryl’s eyes were cast down in embarrassment due to your teasing.

“Dunno… thought I could do it m’self.” He mumbled stubbornly. You laughed again, finally allowing your smile to break free. “I’m sure you did hun.”

He just grunted in response.

“Welp,” You began with a sigh. “Let’s get to work.”

With every chunk of his hair that fell to the floor also took a part of your soul with it. Daryl and you had been together for what seemed like forever now, especially with everything that you had gone through together all the way from the farm until now.

You have seen him throughout many stages of growth, so cutting off a piece of him that you watched change feels like you’re losing a part of the past, but also welcoming a new future.

You felt yourself smile once more the shorter his hair got until you had gotten it perfectly styled.

“Oh God.” You couldn’t help but exclaim with a scrunched nose. “Wha’?” He asked nervously. He had felt his head get lighter, and everytime it did he felt himself get a tad bit sicker. “This is gonna make me feel young again.” Was all you could say.

By that you mean he looks exactly like he did back when you had first met at the Quarry; when he was young and spunky and mean.

“Stop teasin’ me, woman.” He groaned with a small smile of his own. “I’m being serious, stud.” You flirted. He snorted, saying, “I wanna see what it looks like.”

You got off of him, stretching as he padded over to the closest mirror.

He was quiet for a moment and you made sure to watch his face for any kind of negative reaction, but all he did was just pull at his new hairdo with curious hands.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask. It took him a moment to respond.

“Yeah, I like it.”

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[strangesillygirl]

Fã: Matthew autógrafa meu All Star 🙏 Matthew: tá bão 👍

[discotitsposts]

my little secret

reader x mgg

she/her pronouns used (but you can imagine whatever you want)

reader has a secret tumblr account where she writes fanfiction about her husband

mature themes.

Matthew Gray Gubler walks around his house. Looking for his wife. She was nowhere to be found. He knocks on her office door. He knows she may not hear because sometimes she plays music loudly in her headphones so he opens the door and steps in. He sees her bopping her head to whatever song she may be playing and typing rapidly. He smiles at the sight.

Since the door to the office was behind her, she doesn’t see him creep up behind her. Perfect opportunity for a spooky scare. He’s about to scare her when he notices what she’s doing on her computer.

She’s on Tumblr. Typing up what looks to be a long story? He knows she’s an author but wow. Her fingers move extra fast over the keyboard and he senses inspiration was hitting her over and over.

Then he sees what she’s writing. A few lines stick out to him.

“He slipped his length inside of her slowly.”

“Her dripping heat.”

“She moans out, ‘Spencer’ and grips the blankets.”

She’s writing a smut story on Tumblr with a character named Spencer? Out of the ordinary. He thinks. She’s stopped typing to think for a second. Now or never. He thinks.

“Boo!” He yells and touches her shoulders. She screams so loud and frantically tries to hide what she was writing. She clicks save on the draft and closes the page.

“Whatcha writing.” He smirks knowing full well what she was doing.

“What..N..Nothing.” She stammers and stands up. “I’m gonna get a snack. Want anything.”

Matthew looks at the empty chair and sits down and opens Tumblr to see what she had written.

She screams, “NOO!! Don’t look at that.”

He laughs while going onto her blog. It’s a Spencer Reid fan account. She had revealed little details like her name and favorite music, but hadn’t notified her followers of her marriage to a certain man. She had also written fanfiction about Spencer that was, accurate, in terms of the size of a certain body part.

He clicks on a post with his name in it. It reads, Do you guys think Matthew Gray Gubler brushes his teeth in the shower?

“Hey, that was ONE time!” He says out loud.

She scoffs, “Twice, actually.”

Another one, a photo of his lap zoomed in on the crotch with the caption, “His wife must be happy.”

“She is.” He says out loud. She is absolutely mortified at his findings.

He keeps reading. Spencer, Spencer, Himself, Spencer.

“So you love Spencer more than you love me?” He jokingly pouts.

“Yeah I’m planning on leaving you for Spencer Reid. We’re running away together tonight.” She jokes back.

“I won’t let you!” He dramatically stands up and grabs her. They both hear a loud cry from upstairs.

“Someone’s hungry.” She says and leaves to the kitchen to get her baby’s bottle. Matthew goes upstairs to comfort their daughter. When his wife comes upstairs, the sight is so beautiful it should be framed.

Matthew’s in the rocking chair in the nursery holding his daughter and gently cradling her while she’s fussing. He’s whispering a poem to her. He sees his wife walk in and she hands him the bottle.

“There you go baby, see, you were just hungry sweetie.” He speaks in a voice sweeter than honey. He smiles down at her. When she falls asleep in his arms he brings her back to the crib and lays her down. Meanwhile, his wife puts on a relaxation cd that has lullabies, soft sounds and ocean waves. They exit the room quietly.

“Back to Tumblr I presume.” He smiles. “I thought you were supposed to be working on your next book.”

“I am, it’s just something on the side to keep my skills fresh.” She replies.

“Does the publishing company know about this ‘extracurricular activity’ of yours?” He takes her arm and they walk back to the office together.

“No, like I said it’s just something fun. Testing the waters.” She slips back into her chair and opens Tumblr again.

Matthew comes up right behind her and whispers in her ear. “I’m never letting you live this down.” He runs away but she grabs the water gun on her desk and chases him with it.

the end (they lived happily ever after)

just a silly little story

this man deserves a child i had to include him w a baby

@whoisspence this is one of the fics i was talking abt

[cancersunthatsit]

MY HUSBAND LOOKING GOOD AS ALWAYS he’s so pretty I wanna give him long hugs little kisses and praise him all the time

[radiant-reid]

Request: the team finds out that Spencer used to do high fashion modeling when he was younger (like MGG) and they’re just sooo shocked. Extra points if the modeling is also how he met his hot wife

"This is you," Penelope states loudly, dumping a stack of magazines onto Spencer's desk. They're very old issues of Vogue, GQ, Vanity Fair, and Esquire as well as a couple of other catalogs from Hermes, Balenciaga, Ralph Lauren, Yves Saint Laurent, Comme des Garçons, and Dolce & Gabbana. "You're in these." She repeats.

Spencer has already memorized each page of every addition in every language. "Yeah?" He wonders what she's gifting these to him for.

"When, where, why, what, how?" She lists her questions.

"They all have dates on them, Garcia." He deadpans.

"Hey, you never told us about this," Emily says, flipping through the magazine and noticing the young version of Spencer photographed in expensive, designer clothes.

Spencer chooses an edition of Ralph Lauren, turning to a specific page number and pointing out the girl standing next to him in a countryside shoot. "Y/n." He says, labeling his wife.

"No way!" Penelope exclaims, picking it up to examine it closer.

"How did you never find this?" JJ asks her, taking the book after her.

"Baby girl, your skills are slipping." Morgan teases, trying to find both of them in the other catalogs.

Spencer shakes his head. "It's not my name. Well, not technically. It's Spencer L/n. I got into it in college, scouted, I guess. And it's how I met Y/n, who let me use her last name for my shoots. Now, she has mine." He explains, getting surprised looks from his colleagues.

"Oh, that's why you two found it hilarious when Morgan told her she could model," Emily recalls Morgan's flirting when they first met her.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Spencer Reid SFW | Fluff

To return to the S.R. SFW Masterlist, please click here. If you’re looking for my S.R. NSFW Masterlist, look here. If you're looking for my CM PolyAm Masterlist, look here. If you’re looking for Other MGG Characters, look here. If you’re looking for my Works in Progress, look here.

Works are separated by genre and gender of the Reader. Gender Neutral means that no gender identifiers are used.

Bedtime Stories on the Jet: Spencer and you share the jet couch.

Drunk Dial: It’s been years since Reader talked to Spencer, but after a bunch of drinks it seems like a really good idea.

Appalachian: Reader is tired of Spencer purposefully pushing their buttons and demands an explanation.

Play Dates: Reader finds out Spencer hasn’t had enough dates to play Best/Worst Date with the team and offers several Play Dates, but quickly realizes it’s hard to have a bad date with Spencer Reid.

It’s Personal: Reader reminds Spencer’s team that it’s never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they’re dating their coworker.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

Quid Pro Quo: Spencer is entranced by the law student in his class.

Pipsqueak: The only thing shorter than Reader is their patience.

Fragile: Disabled!Reader. Spencer has to stay behind on a case and gets to know the new technical analyst.

The Perfect Plan: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Pair of Aces: This Pride month, Reader decides to share something with the team.

Battle of the Houses: Reid accidentally gets trapped in a Hogwarts House War with Reader, Jack, and Henry.

Like Father, Like You: Child!Reader. Platonic. In which Spencer’s child comes out as not-straight.

More fics below!

Astraphobia: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears.

What Goes Up: Spencer breaks the Magician’s code for a very adorable exception.

Different Dialects: Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.

Impromptu: Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.

Soulmates: Spencer comes to a conclusion during a late night with Reader.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Studious Shadow: Reader’s crush won’t stop avoiding her at work and she thinks he might hate her.

Painting by Numbers: Spencer is still a little worried about his pregnant wife painting the house.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Fever Dream: Reader makes an accidental confession, which starts the most intense game of hide and seek.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Devil’s Advocate: Spencer’s been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Honeysuckle Hair: Spencer has some words to say about Reader’s curly hair.

Four in Hand: Spencer needs help with his tie.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Java Jive: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Mister Spencer: Reader has a crush on her child’s teacher.

Comme des Garçons: Reader chooses an interesting way to finally confess to dating Spencer.

Pumpkin: Spencer can’t handle how cute Reader’s southern accent is.

Practice Run: Spencer and Reader take on Derek’s challenge to babysit.

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

Bi the Way: Morgan learns something very interesting about Reid after he leaves his bag at his significant other’s house.

Pretty Boy: Spencer thinks you’re just the bully who likes to pull his pigtails.

Happy Hydrangea: TransMan!Reader. JJ is corrected in finding out Spencer has had a boyfriend for a while now.

Off the Top: TransMan!Reader.Spencer is driving his boyfriend crazy after his top surgery.

[tjwritesfanfics]

Little prodigy (Franklin - Beginner's Luck)

Pairing: Dad!Franklin x Mom!Reader

Summary: Your daughter, Emma, was finally the age to start bowling and Franklin wanted nothing more than to teach her.

Rating: FLUFF!!

Words: 1.8k

Main Masterlist | Other MGG Characters Masterlist

AN I just had to. This was too cute not to write.

Bowling had always been Franklin’s life. His first memory was bowling a strike with his toy bowling kit his dad bought him before he walked out on him and his mom.

Childhood trauma aside, he promised if he ever became a father, he would 1) teach his spawn how to bowl and 2) never leave. And now 5 years into his marriage and his daughter finally about to turn 4 (and with his wife’s approval. She wanted to make sure Emma had the motor skills to hold a bowling ball) Franklin and his wife planned a bowling party for her birthday.

“Hey we love the little slugger, it’s the least we could do.” Bomber tied some black and yellow balloons.

Franklin smiled to himself, watching his friends go about setting up party items for his daughter and he thought he couldn’t have asked for a better family than this. Yeah, he wasn’t the easiest guy to get along with, especially before he met his wife.

You changed him for the better. His own little personal cheerleader who didn’t take any crap.

“Where is the birthday girl?” Pamela looked over from her seat, she decided she was going to be supervisor as the rest of them set up. “I am ready to teach her how to trash talk the other team.”

“She’s with y/n and Judith. Told me they wanted to take her out for a girls morning and something about a surprise.”

Franklin plopped down beside her, sighing looking around at the setup, happy with the amount of black and yellow there was. Nothing was better than a Big Z Tires birthday party.

Pamela crossed her arms, a prominent pout on her lips. “Girls day and didn’t invite me!”

“Well I knew that Franklin needed to be watched and you are the best watcher.”

Franklin whips his head around to see you standing with an arms full of presents for Emma. His heart fluttered at the sight of you, never failing to make seeing you like it’s the first time all over again. 

Rushing over to you, Franklin took half of the presents from your arms, taking them over to another table with you before turning to take you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your head. “Doll face,” He sighed as you melt into his touch, “How was girls' day? Where is the princess?”

“She’s coming in soon,” you motion to the door with your head, “Judith has her. I had to make sure the presents came inside and had daddy distracted for his little surprise.”

Franklin groans, his arms pulling you even closer, swinging you slightly from side to side. “Doll, you know what it does to me when you call me ‘daddy’.”

“Stop it you pervert.” You smack his chest. “Close your eyes.”

“How can I be PG when you continue to say stuff like that?”

You laugh at him, but notice he closes his eyes anyway, a wide grin on his face. He was too cute and that was something you never thought you would associate with the cocky Franklin from all those years ago.

You motion to Judith, who you could see standing just beyond the glass door, your daughter excitedly jumping by her side, and nodded to the others.

The door to the bowling alley bursts open, Emma rushing towards you and your husband, her dad’s big grin plastered on her face and a Big Z Tires bowling shirt that you made just for her.

A month ago, after Franklin’s championship win, Emma told you that she wanted to be just like him when she grows up. She admires her father so much, so you promised that you could make her her own jersey and they would surprise him with it.

The other’s squealed and cheered for Emma and you could tell Franklin was about to open his eyes, ruining the surprise, so you quickly took your hand and covered his eyes. “Not yet! You have to wait until she gets closer.”

“But everyone else got to see!” He protested and you shushed him. “You know you are smudging my glasses.” You shush him again, but move to take off his glasses since he was blind without them and take the microfiber cloth out of his pocket, cleaning them for him.

Emma finally came to a stop right next to Franklin, barely being able to contain her excitement, her curly brown hair practically a blur from her movement. Her little hand gripped his pants, giving them a tug. “Daddy! Daddy!”

You smile and slip Franklin’s glasses back on his face, eyes going from his now open ones to Emma. “She has something to show you, Daddy.”

You wish you had a camera trained on Franklin’s face the moment he looked down at his daughter. The surprise, joy, and overwhelming love coming over him, his smile even wider as he scooped up Emma into his arms.

“Look at my princess!” He exclaims, spinning around in a circle with her, Emma giggling wildly. “Oh sweetie you look so adorable! Where did you get this!”

“Daddy! Stop!” Emma continued giggling, “I’m getting dizzy!”

Franklin eventually did stop spinning, but didn’t release Emma from his arms.

“Mommy made it for me!” She admits proudly. “I want to be just like you when I grow up!”

Franklin looks over at you, his heart swelling and shifts to hold Emma on his hip so he can extend his hand out to you. You take his hand, intertwining your fingers. “It was her idea. You have no idea how hard it was to find a bowling shirt in her size, but it was worth it.”

“I love you.” Franklin lifted your hands to kiss your knuckles. “This may be her birthday, but this is the best gift I could have ever gotten.”

“I love you more, Champ. Now come on, let’s show our little girl how bowling is done.”

Franklin grins, putting Emma down and taking her hand, leading her over to the shoe counter. You could hear him promising to get her her own custom shoes and her own bowling ball too.

Making your way over, you sit next to Beth, who had brought your shoes and ball for you, slipping off your casual shoes. “I never thought I would see the day that Franklin became a dad.”

You chuckle at her because most people thought the same, but once you got to REALLY know Franklin, you knew that he would have been the best dad. Today is proof of it.

“But you two are meant for eachother and this. Emma is so precious.”

Sitting up straight, you look over and see Franklin slipping Emma’s shoe on princess style, her face a little flushed, but happy, nonetheless. “I love them so much.”

Once everyone had changed shoes and got their balls, Pamela set up the machine for the match and Emma was up first. You watch as Franklin showed her how to put her fingers in the holes and the proper formation. You wonder if maybe you should have put up the bumpers for her first time, just so she doesn’t get disappointed if she rolls a gutter ball, but before you could voice your concerns to Pamela, Emma reeled back and flawlessly bowled a strike.

You stare wide eyed at the screen, a cartoon bowling ball taking the pins out with a samurai sword before displaying the word STRIKE.

Silence filled the air, everyone shocked at what they saw. Until Franklin’s brain caught up with what had just happened.

He slapped his hand and turned around pointing at all his teammates. “FUCK YES!” He screamed, thrusting both hands towards his crotch as if saying to suck it. “MY PRINCESS IS A LITTLE PRODIGY!!”

“Franklin!” You couldn’t believe he just did that but honestly you were thinking the same, “Language!” One of you had to be the adult. No matter how badly you wanted to scream and shout.

He was too busy celebrating with Emma to hear you. She had stars in her eyes, excitement pouring out of every inch of her, so you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore.

“You know,” Bomber tapped your shoulder to get your attention, “it’s not so surprising that Emma is a prodigy. Franklin and you both are the best bowlers in town.”

“Mommy bowls too?”

Bomber nods, pride on her face. “Your mom was on our team before she had you. She could bowl circles around your dad.

Everyone laughed, since they knew it was true, but Franklin had to attempt to save his manhood.

“When you are trying to woo a woman, you gotta let her win! It’s common guy knowledge.”

“So you are still trying to woo her? Even after you're married?”

The girls laugh at Pamela’s dig and eventually Franklin joins in, knowing that while he was the best, you were slightly better… Not that he would ever admit it out loud.

The day continued on, Emma continued to get strikes, a few spares, and one or two gutters, you all opened presents and had cake. By the end of it all your little prodigy was tuckered out.

Franklin carried Emma up to her room, you trailing behind them, and tucked her into bed. She had begged to keep her Big Z Tires shirt on and after a little ‘considering’ (like you would say no to her, especially on her birthday) you let her keep it on.

“Did you have a good birthday, princess?” Franklin pushed back her curls, kissing her forehead and smiling when she nodded.

“I did. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome sweetie.” You kiss her cheek from the other side of the bed, eyes lovingly going from her to Franklin. “We will have to go back and bowl some more.”

Emma let out a happy sound before her eyes finally slipped closed, drifting off to sleep.

You stand and take Franklin’s hand, making your way over to the door after making sure her night light was on. “Sweet dreams Emma.” You switch off the lights and shut the door.

“Best day ever.” Franklin comments when you both go back to your bedroom. “Of course our girl is a prodigy. She bowled so damn well today.”

You smile at him, shaking your head and begin getting ready for bed. Once you were both in bed, you snuggled up to his side, hand rubbing up and down his chest.

“I love you. Thank you for giving me a family.”

“And thank you for giving me one.”

You kiss his lips before slipping off to sleep, excited to continue on the bowling legacy with your daughter.