blake calloway / blakecalloway:
“I’m her second best friend, Pen. She tells me loads of stuff. Don’t worry, though. All the important stuff always comes to you.” For the most part, he and the toddler joked about stuff that didn’t really matter. He played along with her dramatics, and she laughed like the happy everyone wanted her to be. “Part of me wants to argue with you out of spite, but I’m pretty sure if I let you win and be happy, then everything will be great.” He smiled wide, remembering a dumb quote he’d once read; happy wife, happy life. Blake only paused momentarily to lean into her lips, her taste addictive. If she wanted to leave anytime soon, she had to stop doing that. “Are you trying to kill me or what?”
❛ they better. i’m her mom. ❜ penny pouted just slightly, almost playfully as she listened to him talk. a proud smile soon replaced the pout, shoulders lifting as the brunette perked up just a bit at his defeat. ❛ good. that’s what i thought. ❜ she’d pulled back from the kiss for only a moment to see his reaction, laugh falling from parted lips as penny just nodding a few times. ❛ obviously. ❜ she grinned once more, pressing another quick kiss to his lips. sure, they could do this before, but now she had no excuse to do it all the time. they had to make up for lost time, didn’t they?








