you are my sunshine | brett & toby
The corner of his eye was almost always glued to the ceiling from the very moment Brett walked in, and while he had wanted to make every bullshit excuse in the book to get her to leave the room again, everything just started happening in slow motion: the way Brett began to walk directly under it, the edges of the pancake slowly ungluing from the ceiling, and finallyâŠ.. the fall. Right on top of her head.
Susie started cackling all over again. She was so Belfront that it hurt sometimes.
âOh shit,â Toby spoke aloud once again, wide-eyed as he waited for his beautiful girlfriendâs reaction to what could only be described as a classic Belfront debacle. As it turned out, her reaction appeared to be to smush the batter all over his face. That was much better than her disappointed look.
âOh-ho-ho no,â Toby whipped around to grab the bowl of batter, turning back to see them duck under the island, a screaming toddler running back out a second later with her hands raised. âAaagh, pancake monster!â Considering the fact that his daughter was literally the size of a lawn gnome and he could knock her over with a puff of breath, Toby bent over to snatch her up as she ran at him, her pancake-covered fingers going straight for his face as she rubbed the batter on his cheeks and up into his hair so she could get her revenge on daddy being an idiot.
The shit he put up with when it came to his kid.
âOhm nom,â Toby popped his lips to her fingers before moving to give her butterfly kisses to her face, rubbing off a bit of batter onto her as well. âAlright, Susie Q, we better stay out of the batter before daddy has to clean up an even bigger mess, huh?â he asked her, quirking a brow as she just grinned cheekily as she sat in his arms, her fingers going up to her mouth so she could lick them free of the batter. âAaaaand now you need another bath. But lets go apologize to mommy for making her wear her breakfast as a hat, first, huh?â
As the father-daughter duo rounded the corner, Toby reached a free hand down to her with a smirk, pulling her back up to stand beside them before leaning over to give her another kiss. âSorry, mommy,â he mumbled against her lips, unable to keep from smiling. âNext time Iâll practice using something that isnât food before trying that again.â
Brett couldnât help the swell of happiness in her chest as she watched Toby scoop Susie up into his arms and the sound of Susieâs laughter as she rubbed her hands on her fatherâs face. She could remember a few times where she hadnât been too sure that she would ever get this: true happiness with her little family. But the more she looked at the two, she felt silly for ever thinking Toby could be away from this little girl. The look on his face when heâd first held her was all the proof she needed. Heâd been wrapped around her finger from that moment.
Her daughter was the only girl that Brett was more than okay sharing Toby with.
She placed her hand in his as he helped her up from the floor, and then leaned into his kiss. Her eyes slowly fluttered open afterwards and she leaned her head on his chest, one arm wrapping around his waist and the other hand coming up to twist a strand of Susieâs hair behind her ear. She then motioned to the stack of pancakes sheâd been ready to eat, âYouâd obviously had some success prior to...â Her eyes went up to the ceiling and she couldnât help but laugh a bit. âIâll be disappointed when Iâm cleaning it later, but right now itâs pretty funny.â
Brett leaned over and pressed a kiss to Susieâs cheek before returning to the stack of pancakes sheâd been making herself. âSo how much sleep did she get last night?â Brett asked, eyes glancing over at Toby only momentarily. She knew how anxious he was to find out if sheâd gotten the wolf gene, and the more restless Susie became, the more Toby worried. Sometimes sheâd swear she could see his hair turning grey.Â
Finally, she grabbed her fork and cut off a slice of her stack of flapjacks and popped it into her mouth, smiling happily. âYou know as much as I dislike waking up without you in bed, I do love not having to make breakfast,â she joked with a laugh. âThough maybe I should start waking up earlier so I donât miss all the meat,â she said, fork motioning vaguely in the direction of the greasy plates that sat empty and taunting her.










