#patience Philips

[nunubug99]

Surprise!!

I guess I’m :

✨💖 Back on my bullshit 💖✨

Thinking about how Bruce and Clark land on the idea of swapping partners to spice things up. Although it was an of hand joke made under the influence, neither could let the idea go.

Clark bringing it up to you, another meta, and Bruce to Selina. Clark blushes and fumbles through the confession, but eventually he asks what you think. Shock hits you first, but then the more you think about it, the more appealing it becomes.

The 4 of you decide that this will be a way to explore yourself and your partner better. Almost like a couples retreat! Although you all are excited to learn new tips, tricks, and honest feedback that you wouldn’t otherwise get, you all agree it’s best to come up with rules and safe words ahead of time.

Let’s meet our cast shall we? :

Y/N :

The Jack of all trades. Making a name for herself along the eastern seaboard, Y/N is a black freelance artist who works as a museum curator. Her power allows her to have superhuman strength, speed and endurance, while her meta gene allows her to bend, absorb, and manipulate solar energy. Much like Clark, her power comes from the sun. Known as the Golden Gladiator, her heroics are only brought up in times of severe crisis. She often prefers her civilian life and the privileges it affords, as her secret identity has only been shared with those she can trust. Wild card : Likes when she and Clark can let go of being cautious and careful. Since they both have similar energy sources, their lovemaking can actually be a way to transfer solar radiation. Whether it’s in the middle of a battle or at home, this has proven to be extremely rewarding over the course of their relationship. Because the two of them are metas, they can focus on each other rather than their ✨destructive✨ actions. Extra Bonus : Y/N is curious to see how this experience will improve her skills and impact their relationship.

Note : Although this is not an OC, as I write Y/N I am imagining some of Teyonah Paris’s characteristics.

Kal / Clark :

Strong and Sensitive. This big boy is the definition of the “Country boy I love youuu!” Vine. Between his responsibilities as a reporter and as earths biggest hero, he always makes sure he has time for you. His biggest asset is his attention to your senses. Over the last few years of marriage, you’ve found that he can always tell how you’re feeling before the words even leave your mouth. His size comes as an added bonus, but his wild card is using it in his knack for overstimulation. As an attentive partner, he’ll make sure that all your needs are taken care of and catered to at the utmost importance. All he asks in return is that you try to keep up with him. :) King of Aftercare. Will talk you through it while showering you with his praise. Both physical touch and words of affirmation are his ways of showing his devotion. Extra bonus : He becomes a slight tease when you’re loopy. He’ll ask you to tell him what you want or how you want it; and when you can’t deliver, he’ll keep going until you can.

Bruce :

Calculating and Experienced. The opposite of the man from Smallville in almost every way. Where Clark likes to be soft as if he was working with clay, Bruce is more equipped to be as efficient and in control as possible like a botanist with a bonsai tree. King of edging. Won’t let you cum until he thinks you deserve it. Will make you beg in the best way. Has a knack for public play and shibari. All his travel and escapades has made him extremely aware of his likes and dislikes, so it’s very unlikely you’ll surprise him with any requests. He’s usually playing brat tamer so this will be a nice change of pace. Wild card : Is not afraid of his sexuality or pushing his limits. He shows his adoration in gifts rather than words. His past consistent lovers would usually be showered in parting gifts, for example Selina’s Tiara collection. You would be no exception to this rule and in his aftercare you will look up things you want. He will get annoyed if you speak up about prices; and as punishment he’ll make you add more to your cart. Extra bonus: Can and will make you cum without touching you. His biggest goal is to beat his personal record of withholding your release.

Selina :

Sensual and Clever. Selina will play her partners like a symphony. The woman is the perfect match for the man who plans for everything. This cat found her way to Gotham City after trying to find a fresh start when her first life was taken from her. Her objective is to leave them wanting her more than they ever thought possible. Wild card : She revels in the idea of being both a brat and a dominatrix. So being able to play with both roles has her more excited than anyone. Before getting down to business, she usually likes to set the mood for the evening. Whether it’s roleplay or even a drink, she finds that the most alluring part to her is the foreplay before the fun begins. Bonus : Although her hands are usually tied up, she’s actually very intentional about her nails during play. Because of this, she dabbles in both S&M as well as sensory play whenever she can.

(Taking inspiration from both the Harley Quinn series and the Catwoman movie featuring Halle Berry)

Although I mainly thought of this because of the endless possibilities that a chaotic superhuman wifeswap would entail; I do credit some of the inspiration from the “Listening Party” Series by @canumoveurseatup-no Aka Bexie. Literally one of the greatest writers of our time! I can only hope that one day I’m able to express my thoughts and ideas like they can 💖

Due to my schedule, Idk when I’m gonna actually post 😬 However I will be working on the first installment this week so we’ll see what happens 🤷🏾‍♀️

[gothamsgaygirlgang]

AAAAAAAAAH THIS IS AMAAAAZZZZIIINNGGGGG she looks so good 😭😭😭😭💕💕😭💕😭😭💕😭

The pose! The hair! The colours! I love the deep pink/purple tones you used for her suit!! And her hairrrrrr 😭😭 oh I will be getting my revenge

@gothamsgaygirlgang

artfight attack <3

[subterra-rose]

[enchantedchocolatebars]

A HUGE sneak preview from Chapter 4 (Original Spinet Theme) of my big chapter fic "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human" (Fic is very canon divergent).

Commission cover art here.

Cover art poll here.

Chapter titles here.

A fun piece.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Redraw here.

First snippet, second snippet. (Read in numerical order for context.)

This is the final snippet that I will be sharing for the chapter.

Next up is the entire chapter.

Enjoy, and thank you so much for reading!

As Kid Philip bolts into his shared bedroom, Caleb follows behind him at a slower speed, wielding a quill in his left hand.

The brunette proceeded to press his back against the wall behind his room door as he stood up straight, smiling fondly at his brother as he looked forward, sweet blue eyes gazing into warm brown ones.

Caleb, smiling back at his younger sibling, placed the pen horizontally above Philip's head, its tip facing the wall.

Moving the tip across the wall, the blonde creates a short, straight mark over Philip's head.

After Philip steps away from the wall, Caleb begins to record both his brother's height and age on it, with his height being written on the left side of the mark while his age is written on the right.

4. 5 feet - five-years-old

...

The early summer sun shone brightly in the afternoon sky, casting warmth across the atmosphere as Caleb cheerfully assisted his mother in churning butter on their farm, her hands over his as they cranked away at the churner.

Chirp-chirp-chee!

As Caleb gazes at the trees on the other side of the farm, believing that's where the chirps came from, the short, soft trills continue as a bird with vibrant red plumage flutters down and finds a comfortable spot to perch on.

Chrip!

Looking to his collarbone, Caleb spots a small male cardinal on his shoulder as he beams, brown eyes filled with excitement and wonder at the northern bird.

Patience gave a small, sweet laugh at her son's excitement, smiling fondly at both him and the cute little cardinal that he had.

She moves her hand over to gently pat the bird's head with her finger, being careful not to mess up his smashing hairdo.

...

The churned butter is quickly incorporated into a combination of wet and dry ingredients to create a cake topped with strawberries for Philip's 6th birthday, which is quietly celebrated in secret among the family.

...

Philip and his father exited a shop on All Hallows' Eve as the full moon illuminated the dark night sky.

The new carving knife Cadman had purchased to carve pumpkins at home with his boys was put in his pocket.

On their way out of town, the two heard a chorus of slow, lifeless moans coming from behind them and stopped in their tracks.

Cadman and Philip felt danger approaching as they slowly turned around and saw dozens of undeceased "witches" who had emerged from the dead, clearly seeking vengeance for their unjustified killings.

They were lumbering forward toward, in their eyes, two living sacks of human flesh that they planned to bite and have join in on their revenge crusade.

With wide eyes and a pounding heart, Cadman's instincts to protect his child quickly kicked in as he grabbed Philip's hand and soon bolted away from the pale green fiends.

Seconds later, Philip charges back at the death-dealing savages with his wooden sword, ready to send them all back to Heck where they belong, only for Cadman to bolt back after him.

Hurriedly snatching his son back with his right arm, Cadman takes off out of town, carrying Philip under his arm to prevent him from fleeing again.

...

With his boots and farm attire on, Cadman was ready to harvest his November crops.

His wife pulled out his brown leather hat from behind her back, placed it on his head, and planted a gentle kiss above his brow.

...

Cadman started cutting his crop stalks at a faster pace with his sickle as dark clouds surrounded the sky, not paying close attention to the sharp metal blade of his tool.

While working, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the agonizing scream he exclaimed pierced the air.

As he slowly raised the hand he used to clutch his stomach, he noticed a dark crimson stain on his hand and quickly went wide-eyed.

He had a horrific look on his face as lightning flashed across the sky.

It was clear to him that his accidental cut could lead to more serious complications if he didn't return home promptly and have his wife take care of it.

As he stood, he made an effort to move quickly, but his injury was causing him to stumble while hobbling.

...

The furious storm continued into the night as Patience rested back in her rocking chair, reading a Bible story to her boys as they both listened keenly, sitting criss-crossed on the rug.

An urgent and loud bang on the door startled the three as Patience set her husband's Bible down and went to answer it.

The shrill scream from their mother caught Philip and Caleb off guard as she quickly rushed past them.

She directed the two to remain where they were while she went to retrieve a dampened cloth.

Although the boys had no idea what was happening, the sound of their father moaning in pain made their fret visible on their faces.

...

The dark, dreary skies matched the sadness that was brewing in the air as an undertaker laid Cadman's body to rest.

Patience sobbed heavily into her hands, unable to watch her beloved being buried as she and her sons stood on the side.

During her crying, her boys begin to shed tears.

They both clutch the lower half of their mother's dress, tightly holding onto the fabric as she wraps her arms around them for comfort.

...

Patience found it difficult to adapt to widowhood and life as an independent mother, but it was something she had to endure.

She frequently blamed herself for the death of her husband.

However, the presence of her boys made things less dreadful for her.

Caleb and Philip consistently assisted Patience with household tasks and always knew how to make her smile.

...

When Patience fell ill to an unknown sickness, it was up to Caleb to take care of her since he was the oldest child, with Philip occasionally doing what he could to help.

With the house's finances becoming more scarce, Caleb struggled to bring down his mother's fever, only with a wet rag at his disposal as Patience became more and more ill with every passing day.

...

One day, when Philip arrived home with a sack of apples that Caleb had instructed him to buy, he heard a faint echo of crying.

The reverberation spread throughout the hallway.

When Philip neared the dining room, he saw his brother with his head down on the table, wailing almost grievingly.

As Caleb slowly raised his head, he saw Philip and felt the weight of everything weighing heavily on him.

He stood up and ran to hug his brother tightly.

Philip was able to quickly understand what had occurred based on Caleb's emotions and was unable to move.

When the sack fell from his grasp and hit the ground, apples tumbled onto the floor.

Caleb was embraced with the same level of tightness by Philip, who quietly cried in his brother's arms.

...

At least Cadman and Patience were now buried side by side, as both Philip and Caleb couldn't imagine the two being apart even in death.

...

The death of their parents made neither boy want to remain in the house, as it was not the same without Cadman and Patience present.

Not only did the atmosphere lack the love of their parents, but the house's structure was starting to break down as well.

They needed a new house to live in.

...

Before they set off on their search for a new home, Caleb went into the chicken coop and said goodbye to all the birds that came into contact with him while Philip went into the stables.

Approaching his favorite brown stallion, the two proceeded to have a heart-to-heart as Philip reached up and gently ran his hand through the horse's mane while the horse pushed his nose into his palm.

A hug was soon given by Philip as he wrapped one arm around the horse's neck.

...

While the two brothers were walking hand in hand through the woods, they came across a brown wooden cottage at the end of the woods.

The wood was slightly worn, and shutters were dangling from their hinges on the two front windows, as observed by both of them.

As Caleb contemplated whether or not he and Philip should enter the house, an enthusiastic Philip ran toward the cottage.

Surprised by the sudden action, Caleb followed after, catching up with his brother as they entered the house.

Based on its current weathered condition, the wooden house seemed to belong to no one.

Well, no one except for the Wittebanes now.

...

At night, Philip had trouble falling asleep in his shared room as he heard Caleb's muffled cries, the blonde quietly sobbing into his pillow.

Caleb's current state left Philip feeling sad and sympathetic, prompting him to turn his gaze to the ceiling, fold his hands, and silently pray for God to bring his brother joy again.

Subsequently, he thanks God for taking care of the souls of his parents while they are in heaven.

...

Caleb awakens Philip the next day with a smile and eagerly urges him to get out of bed.

He wants to mark his height on their wall.

4. 6 feet - eight-years-old

Philip's growth excites both him and his brother as they cheer.

Caleb lifts Philip up and spins him around with joy, while the brunette giggles in delight as the music and montage come to a satisfying end.

[chaosfindsaway]

@homelander-rp-blog iked for a starter from Trevor! [Jurassic World verse]

Trevor emerged from the shadows, his men forming a circle around the stranger they'd caught snooping around the camp. They had their weapons pointed, but wouldn't shoot unless Trevor gave the signal.

"Well, I can't say I've seen you around these parts," he spoke through a light smirk, hand resting on his own firearm latched to his side - it was instinct, at this point. Too many other dinosaur poachers out there wanted Trevor dead. All the more reason for him to believe he was at the top of the food chain.

Now only a few feet from the stranger, Trevor stopped to look him up and down before finally speaking again. "What brings you to my camp? Let's hope you weren't trying to steal anything. I'd hate to feed such a pretty face to Moonshine - though, she is pretty fucking hungry."

[phlondphil]

fUCK YOU MEAN EDITING TIPS IN ‘24 ⁉️⁉️

you think youre dnp immune?? WRONG ! TRY AGAIN NEXT TIME LOSER.

[huh-huhyourself]

meh looks like i fucked up again...

smile... no

outmoded pose wtf i was thinking

[robertphilip]

genuinely feel like i’ve already asked this but oh well! so i know that when they found out they were expecting, robert was team girl and giselle was team boy, but were they both in agreement to find out ASAP on the sonogram? or were either of them like “no let’s wait til the baby is born!!” was giselle wanting to return to her andalasian roots and wait? was robert wanting to wait, just for the excitement? or were they both antsy to know what they were having!!!

Oh, I think Giselle is way too impatient, there's no way she could've waited nine months.

when it comes to what they thought they were having, Giselle was really only team boy because Robert was so sure they were having a girl, and she wanted to win their silly bet. every time he called her his "little princess" he sounded so smug (and sweet, but also very smug) about it, and Giselle wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so bad.

I headcanon they make silly bets all the time, and she loses more often than not, which drives her nuts.

so, because of that bet, she wanted to know as soon as possible. and Robert wanted to know, too, but because he was so certain, he wouldn't have minded waiting if that was what Giselle wanted.

she wanted to brag about her victory so, so bad, but, as you know, she didn't get to, and that was, of course, more than fine ! I think after they found out, Giselle couldn't stop crying because she was just so Happy, and Robert lovingly brags about winning later, but she doesn't even care because she's just !!!!!!! so happy !!!!!

I also think Giselle wouldn't have been able to wait because she wanted to start calling their baby by her name almost immediately. like I think the same night she takes her pregnancy test, she starts working on a list, and Robert's kind of taken aback, because of how things went with his ex-wife, but he's also sitting next to her falling even more in love than he already was.

BUT yeah, she wants to start calling their baby by her name like. Right Away. which, of course, doesn't happen as fast as she'd like, because finding "Sofia" takes them a month or so, but yeah !!

overall, Giselle is simply not capable of waiting for anything. I think if they tried, she'd give up as soon as they stepped into the doctor's office, and beg said doctor to tell her. In fact, I'm sure she was begging to know on their first appointment, and the doctor had to tell her it's too soon, which made her sigh dramatically while Robert stared at her with hearts in his eyes.

[the-cosmos-withinus]

Okay, I couldn’t help myself and made a gif from my favorite panels of Philip’s Curse

[vicompte-de-latarteaucoing]

No one :

Not a single soul :

My aunt at midnight :

Translation : «Latest news : Nasir returns his broom ; Blake learns to shine his shoes and Mortimer learns to make tea.»

[doomed-jester]

"I don't know, I guess liking problematic characters is one thing but crushing on them is really weird."

"haha, yeah, totally," she said, sweating profusely and frantically trying to close the tab containing an unfinished self insert OC x Emperor Belos x Springtrap love triangle fic

[irresolu]

Quinze ans après

[subterra-rose]

I was talking to one of my younger sisters about it and I kind of like the idea that Caleb was ostracized by members of the community because he wasn’t as devout and that when he left the reaction was more “oh he’s gone? Can’t say we don’t blame him” after a brief period of shock or panic.

From the depictions of him, it seems like he did a lot of labour jobs to provide for him and Philip. Rather than accuse him of anything because it would be a loss of reliable labour, members of the community treated him with some hostility. In response, they focus more on pushing their religious beliefs onto Philip since he’s younger and easier to indoctrinate. I think it would make sense if Caleb wasn’t as fervent about the beliefs of the town, so they had a lukewarm reaction at his disappearance. In turn, this reaction motivates Philip more to pursue him and bring him back. He wants to prove himself as a respectable member of society, so bringing Caleb back would not only prove that, but possibly redeem Caleb in the town’s eyes. We also know Philip is unreliable with his writing, so I think an interpretation would see Caleb as this important figure who shaped the future of the town, when in reality it was a community he desperately wanted to leave because he felt othered. Once both brothers left, the story became convoluted into what the modern rendition is.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Once I finish writing "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human"...

I intend to write both, but I'm having trouble choosing which one to write after my first chapter story.

Camilip stuff is here.

My idea for a Wittemom + Wittedad origin story is here + both parents are in this fic here.

[chaosfindsaway]

@homelander-rp-blog said "Was that you? The crazy guy blowing up the whole oil field yesterday "

"Crazy? Whoa, whoa. Pretty fucking harsh, don't ya' think?" Trevor shook his head, pacing slowly in front of John. He could've easily went on a rampage hearing language like that, but he decided he'd give the guy the benefit of the doubt. He'd probably never met Mikey before so what could he possibly know about the word crazy? Trevor stopped pacing and turned to face John. "Let's try that again, okay? Ask me if I'm the super inventive guy blowing up the whole oil field yesterday."

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Step Son

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✯ pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Wife! Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

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Sebastian had been an incredible stepdad to Philip, her son from a previous marriage. He had embraced the role wholeheartedly, nurturing Philip with patience and love. But as they prepared to welcome their first child together, they both knew the transition would not be without challenges. Beyond the usual sibling rivalry, there was a deeper concern that Philip might feel displaced.

When their baby boy was born—a striking resemblance to Sebastian with his bright eyes and soft, golden curls—it became clear that Philip’s unease ran deeper than simple jealousy. The shift in attention was hard to miss, and the stark contrast between Philip and his new baby brother only seemed to widen the gap, leaving Philip feeling more like an outsider in his own family.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room windows, casting a warm glow on the cozy space. She sat on the couch with the baby nestled in her arms, his tiny fingers curling around hers as he gurgled softly. Sebastian was next to her, leaning in to tickle the baby’s chin, eliciting a string of delighted coos.

Across the room, Philip sat cross-legged on the floor, his toy cars neatly arranged in a race track pattern he had built. He pushed one along, making soft engine sounds under his breath. From the outside, he looked peaceful, focused. But every so often, his eyes darted toward the couch.

She caught one of his glances and smiled at him, but Philip quickly turned back to his toys. There was something hesitant in his movements, the usual exuberance missing. Yet, she knew it could be simple sibling jealousy.

Sebastian leaned closer to her, brushing his hand against the baby’s soft hair. “He’s getting so big already,” Seb murmured, his voice full of wonder.

She nodded, adjusting the baby in her arms. “He’s growing too fast. I feel like I blinked, and he’s already two months old.”

Philip’s hand stilled on the toy car. He didn’t look up, but his shoulders stiffened slightly, and he was feeling an emotion he could not quite place. 

A few quiet moments passed, the baby babbling happily as Seb made faces at him. Suddenly, Philip stood up. He did not say a word, just walked out of the living room and headed toward his bedroom.

Sebastian’s smile faltered as he followed Philip’s retreat with his eyes. She sighed softly, her gaze lingering on the doorway.

“Did you see that?” she asked quietly.

Seb nodded, concern flickering across his face. “I’ll go talk to him.”

He knocked softly on Philip’s bedroom door. “Hey, champ, can I come in?”

There was a pause before a quiet, “Okay.”

Seb opened the door to find Philip sitting on the floor, his toy cars scattered in front of him. He was moving one halfheartedly across the carpet, but his usual enthusiasm was missing.

Seb walked in and sat cross-legged a little way from him, careful not to disturb the cars. “What’s going on, buddy? You ran off pretty quickly.”

Philip kept his eyes on the car in his hand, pushing it slowly back and forth. “Nothing,” he said, but his voice was small.

Seb tilted his head, watching him. “Doesn’t sound like nothing. Want to talk about it?”

Philip stopped moving the car and glanced up at him. “You like him more,” he said quietly, his voice filled with subtle hurt.

Seb blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

Philip hesitated, frowning a little. “You hold him all the time… and he looks like you.” His voice wavered slightly, innocent but filled with uncertainty.

Sebastian’s heart ached at the words. He scooted closer, careful not to crowd him. “Oh, buddy. Come here,” he said, reaching out his arms.

Philip hesitated for just a second before crawling into Seb’s lap, leaning against him. Seb wrapped his arms around him tightly.

“I do hold the baby a lot, don’t I?” Seb said gently. “That’s because he’s really little right now and needs a lot of help. But that doesn’t mean I like him more than you.”

Philip fiddled with the hem of Seb’s shirt. “But he’s your baby. He looks like you.”

Seb smiled softly, resting his chin on Philip’s hair. “He does look a little like me, yeah. But you know what? That doesn’t really matter, buddy. You’ve been my boy ever since I met you. You were just a little smaller then, but you were already so awesome.”

Philip tilted his head to look up at him, his brow furrowed. “Really?”

“Really,” Seb said firmly. “You’re funny and smart. And I love you more than anything. That’s never going to change, no matter how many babies are around.”

Philip’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Really?”

Seb nodded intently, a gentle smile on his lips.

Philip leaned his head against Seb’s chest again, seeming to relax. “Okay. I just… I thought maybe you liked him more because you smile a lot when you look at him.”

Seb kissed the top of his head. “I smile when I look at you too, you know. And do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you make me really, really happy,” Seb said, his voice warm.

Philip giggled softly, the tension melting away. “I make cool car sounds too.”

“You do,” Seb agreed with a grin. “Way cooler than the baby’s. All he does is cry and burp,” he added, trying to make the little kid laugh.

Philip giggled harder at that. “Yeah, he’s not very good at playing yet.”

“Nope. Not like you,” Seb said, giving him a little squeeze. “You know what’s the coolest part about having a little brother?”

“What?” Philip asked, curious, as he had not seen any positive changes since the baby was born, only less attention to him.

“That you get to be the big brother, and you can show him—well, when he’s older—how to play, how to make those cool sounds,” Seb explained, his voice warm and encouraging.

Philip tilted his head, considering this. “You mean, like, teach him stuff?”

“Exactly,” Seb said with a nod. “You’ll be his hero, Philip. He’ll look up to you and want to do everything you do. And trust me, you’ve got some pretty awesome tricks to show him.”

Philip’s small fingers fidgeted with the car in his hand, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Like how I make the cars jump off the couch?”

Seb chuckled. “Maybe not the jumping off the couch part—your mom might not love that. But all the other stuff, yeah. You’re going to be the best teacher ever.”

Philip’s lips curled into a shy smile, the idea clearly starting to grow on him. “Do you think he’ll like cars as much as me?”

“I bet he will,” Seb said confidently. “Especially if you’re the one teaching him. And even if he doesn’t, that’s okay too. You can show him other cool things you love.”

Philip nodded, his smile widening. “Maybe I can teach him to color, too. I’m really good at coloring.”

Seb grinned. “See? You’re already planning it out. He’s lucky to have you, you know.”

Philip’s chest puffed out just a little, pride seeping in. “Okay. I guess being a big brother could be kind of fun.”

“It’ll be the best,” Seb said, ruffling Philip’s hair. “And hey, whenever you feel like I’m not paying enough attention to you, you just tell me, okay? Because you’re just as important to me as the baby is. Always.”

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language, and I hope you liked it <3