#i know carlos was giggling while posting those pics

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Omg for the kiss prompt post, the exhausted parents kiss for Matteo and David would be adorable! Future parent pic gfvffhfgtgh Also I love the idea of (58/59/65/66) for them! Any of them would be so cute

Exhausted parents kiss + Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

“Where is your bag? Where- Matilda, look at me. Where is your bag?” David rushes as he grabs everyone’s coats and shoes and the book bags that he sees. 

His little, disorganized, menace of a daughter- No, he tells himself and takes a deep breath. His little, adorable daughter whom he loves very much just shrugs and looks around the room at nothing in particular, clearly not at her very obvious and very loud looking cat themed back bag. “Okay, well, just- Okay, here. Put on your coat. Michael, grab your coat, please. And put your shoes- No, the snow boats. It’s too cold out for those. Matteo! Grab Matilda’s bag!” He yells. He looks at Michael. “Where is your sister?” 

Michael points down to Matilda, and David has to physically stop himself from looking up at the ceiling and asking god what he did to deserve this. “Not-,” he takes a breath. “Not Matilda. I see Matilda. Where is Sofia?” 

“How am I supposed to know?” Michael shoots back, looking up at David with a pout as he ties his shoes loosely.

“Matteo! Get Sofia!” David yells again as he leans down and pushes Michael’s hands away to tie the shoes himself. He swears to heaven almighty if these fucking things come undone when they’re on the bus, he’s going to use them for fuel to burn down the fucking child’s shoe factory that made stupid, weak ass shoe strings that don’t stay tied. “Matteo! We need to leave!” 

“I’m coming!” He hears called back, and David rushes to strap the velcro on Matilda’s shoes together. 

“Matteo!” 

“I said I’m coming!” 

David curses quietly under his breath and realizes after half a second that he was only wearing one shoe. How did he lose track of his right shoe? Where was the other fucking shoe?

“Here.” A saving grace from god holds out David’s other shoe, as well as his keys, and David looks up to see his shining husband with a cat back pack hooked on one elbow and a squirming daughter hooked on the other. “Missing something?” Matteo lifts one eyebrow and smiles at him, and for a second, David doesn’t remember that they’re twenty minutes late for school and that he has a meeting in half an hour, but one that he was probably going to be half an hour late to anyways because he promised Matilda to drop her off today while Matteo took the twins. 

“Thank you,” David sighs, and Matteo drops Sofia on the floor as she giggles and grabs at her shoes and does a final check for everyone’s bags and coats. David grabs Matilda under the armpits, hoists her on his hip, and Matteo shuffles the other two out the door once they determined they were as ready as they were going to be. 

“Laura is picking them up tonight?” Matteo asks as they’re both rushing down the stairs and about to part ways. 

David closes his eyes and nods dramatically. “A whole weekend,” he sighs. 

“A whole weekend,” Matteo repeats like it’s a prayer and presses a kiss to the side of David’s mouth and turns away to go down the street. David thinks Matteo didn’t even realize that he missed the mark, and David is stuck in his spot on the front stoop watching as Matteo walks away from him with a kid holding his hand on either side. 

“Daddy! Let’s go!” 

David looks at Matilda for a second, still caught up in his own head. “Right,” he says after snapping out of it thanks to a car horn going off in front of him. “Right, okay. Let’s go.” 

He gets a selfie half a day later of Laura with all the kiddos cuddled up to her on the couch, eating something that is probably not appropriate for dinner at all, and David both thanks his lucky stars that he has a sister willing to handle his gaggle of children for a weekend and tries to refrain from texting her that gummies and twizzlers were in fact not things they should be eating for the next forty-eight hours, and please, for the love of the almighty, make them eat something green, anything green. 

David pushes himself into his apartment with his shoulder and immediately drops his bag and coat right on the other side of the door. “Teo?” He calls out and steps out his shoes as he loosens his tie. 

“Kitchen,” he hears and slides his way into the other room. 

“Hungry?” Matteo asks when he hears David coming up behind him. He’s in a white t-shirt that’s see through in the back since it’s so thin and short-shorts that Jonas got him as a joke back in university that Matteo admittedly likes to wear around the house sometimes. And, David suddenly realizes that, yeah, he’s fucking starving, but he doesn’t know the last time he’s seen the moles sprinkling the back of Matteo’s shoulders. And one of those things seems devastatingly more important than the other right now. 

Matteo hums and turns around to see if David was going to answer, and he’s so goddamn gorgeous. David hasn’t loved him anymore than he has right in this minute. Right now with his hair pushed back off of his face, standing over a pot of boiling water and a hello kitty bandaid on his thumb that their youngest insisted he wear when he nicked it cutting carrots for their lunch last night. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m hungry,” David mutters as he leans in close and stares at the wet spot on Matteo’s lip where he was biting it. He keeps his feet anchored to the floor, and tells himself that he really shouldn’t try to devour his cruelly hot husband while there’s multiple stove tops on. But then he remembers that his sister has his children all weekend. And he remembers that Michael watched a scary movie at Uncle Carlos and Aunt Kiki’s house that gave him nightmares for a week, and he knocked on their door, every night for a week, just when David finally got Matteo relaxed enough to tip his head back and let him suck on his adam apple. 

Suddenly the stove top seems far less important. 

“Come ‘ere,” David practically groans before he grips the back of Matteo’s neck and pulls him quick and rough into him. They make-out messily in the middle of the kitchen like they haven’t since they were teenagers with too much teeth and not enough tongue and hands that were going anywhere that wasn’t appropriate. 

Matteo tries to turn off the oven as David is biting at his ear and the edge of the counter digging into the small of his back. “A whole weekend,” he groans. 

“A whole fucking weekend.” 

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