#eddie’s got bambi eyes and steve’s a total pushover

[wynnyfryd]

“Who’s a good girl? Who’s a goo’ girllll,” Eddie drawls in a ridiculous baby voice, and Steve glances over to see him hoisting their 5-month-old puppy up over his head, her back pressed to the roof of the car while he rubs his nose all over her soft furry belly.

Steve snorts, turns his eyes back to the road. “You’re gonna break your neck, baby; she’s getting way too big for that.”

“Slander!” Eddie gasps, depositing her back into his lap and clapping his hands over her floppy ears. “Don’t listen to him, Cocoa Butter, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“Her name is Coco.”

“Coca-Cola,” Eddie says seriously to the panting puppy in his lap, “your father’s had a lot of head trauma. But we love him anyway, even when he gets your name wrong, don’t we?”

Coco clambers over the console and gives Steve’s elbow an enthusiastic lick.