inheritedbrains / VIVIENNE FITZSIMMONS MORSE
“benjamin,” vivienne called as she shouldered the door open, an irritated look on her face and two toddlers in her arms, one balanced on each hip. "can you PLEASE convince your son to keep his clothes on? we can’t very well have him putting on a show at dinner.”
she is over it // @inheritedwings
❝ come on, vivienne, he wants to make headlines at a young age. you can’t blame him for that. ❞ he gave her irritated look a shit eating grin, watching the scene in front of him. ❝ but fine, get him to me, i’ll make sure we don’t have a tiny stripper for a son. ❞













