Carter is just gonna love his mom, okay
@unfortunatesculs
Cat’s brows knit, back tensing for only a moment when a weight settles around her, breath catching against teeth–but it’s only a fraction of time before the familiar scent of her son’s shampoo settles and she immediately swivels on her chair, fingers skimming through curls.
“Carter?” It’s an open-ended question, reaching her free hand up to slide the glasses down her nose to look at him properly–a boy comprised of far more than ink and curved calligraphy like the notes she’d been looking at prior–and she takes a moment to realize how tall he’s getting. “Is everything okay?”










