WAIT HOW IS SWEET BABOO AND HIS GIRL AND HOW WAS THEIR VALENTINES DAY??
hey there! sweet baboo and his girl are doing amazing! as parents no less! they're valentines day was great! they did some things together the day before valentines day and then the actual day of, they spent the day with their little valentines. all the while spoiling each other with love and cute little gifts.
here's a peak:
Morning sunshine shown through the pearl curtains that illuminated the man sprawled next to you against the pleated white sheets and ivory duvet cover.
He was soundly slumbering about while you happily watched him like a lovesick lunatic.
You knew it was probably weird to be gazing at him this way while he slept, but you truthfully couldn't help it.
He looked so sweet and peaceful laying there in all his glorious beauty.
And just maybe you were in awe of how this was actually your life.
Last night the two of you had decided to go out to a poetry slam for an early child-free Valentine’s Day date, which ran late into the night.
You had enjoyed the plethora of artists that came across the stage. And at many points you both laughed, danced, indulged in sweet wine, and savored the tenderness of the soft stolen kisses and touches you gave each other throughout the night.
Eventually the date extended even longer than expected when you two may or may not have decided to ‘ feel the love’ in the backseat of the chauffeured truck with the partition rolled up on the way home, since Austin had told the driver to take the ‘ slow and scenic route ’.
These activities mixed with coming home and relieving the babysitter while going to check on your soundly sleeping little cute critters, left the two of you pretty pooped.
And therefore produced your current position of Sweet Baboo Watching.
Sighing in content, you continued your onlooking while you took in the way the morning light made his blonde locks look like they had specks of honey in them. It nearly reminded you of the way he’d looked that day in the Totem almost six years ago. The day you’d stumbled across the love of your life.
Your chest began to melt and turn into a familiar pit of goo at the memory, with the feeling only dwindling when your reminiscing was unexpectedly halted.
" Y/N, baby." You jumped a bit watching him suddenly begin to speak in a slurred and husky sleep ridden voice, " We've talked about this. You can't stare at me like some loved up crazy creep while I'm sleeping. You're making me nervous, Mama"
Your lips upturned hearing him, " I'm just admiring you is all."
Giving you a sleepy smile in return he mumbled, " More like lovingly creeping."
You giggled using a hand to rub at his back, " But you love this love-crazed creep. Don't you? ”
“ Mhmm.” He mumbled. “ Every loose screw included.”
A small gasp left your mouth and a hand softly collided with his back, which sent him into a fit of soft laughter and small apologises.
" Cmere’ and close your eyes, Mama. Go back to sleep with me. It's too early." Austin's gruff voice demanded, “ And you know they’ll be up soon. So we need to take advantage of the quiet now.”
Moving you to where now your face was smushed firmly against his, you took the opportunity to begin administering soft kisses to his jaw and neck. “ What if I don’t wanna sleep..” You purred, hazardously sliding your ringed finger up his neck and around one of his ‘sweet spots’ you’d found oh so long ago, “ What if I wanna take advantage of the quiet by making a little noise of my own?”
With one eye quickly quirking open in equal curiosity and lust , Austin took this opportunity to shift you both until he was now lying straight on his back with an all too eager you straddling his waist.
Unable to resist this proposition from the only girl who’d ever made him whine and beg for just a mere sweet taste of the hot sweat against your skin when you’d make love, Austin began to let his hands wander the curves and valleys of your body. All the while allowing his own body to heat and…harden.
“ Noise you say?” He mused, a finger brushing away a strap of your camisole, “ What kind of noise, Mrs. Butler? Surely nothing that would wake the sleeping Butler children down the hall on this beautiful Valentine's Morning? “
You grinned, indulging him by running a hand up his chest, “ Oh no! Never that, just the kind that–
Your voice being interrupted by the small jingling noise of your locked door handle and a tiny voice come from behind the door, “ Mommy? Daddy? Come in? “
With a tired sigh you flopped against your husband in slight disappointment and anger at yourself for not cutting to the chase faster. But rather than being frustrated like you, you instead could feel the soft vibrations of laughter rumble in his chest, “ Awe. Don’t pout, Mama. It’s okay. We’ll finish this up later. Promise.”
He used a hand to lift up your face, and continued softly laughing at your pout before sending a small strike to your thinly covered ass that made you slightly yelp, “ Fix your face before the Pumpkin comes in or else I won’t be able to give you your biggest present of them all tonight.”
At the mention of a present you immediately perked, watching him shuffle out of the bed toward the door, “ Presents?! As in plural?! Aus, we said no big gifts this year! What are you up to?!”
Still he only grinned a wicked smile at your while wagging a finger teasingly, before you watched him gently open the door to reveal your adorable, care bear ridden, sleepy three year old with her perfect bed head and favorite blanket in tow.
Immediately enamored with the beautiful child he’d made with his wife, Austin wasted no time scooping the toddler up in his arms and receiving all the kisses and hugs he could get, morning and all. “ Morning, Poppa’s Pumpkin.” He whispered a kiss into her forehead, “ Happy Valentine's Day, my love.”
“ Happy Day, Poppa.” She sleepily returned, nuzzling right into his warm chest and making you both laugh.
Your heart swelled watching the exchange that prompted you to quickly look over and check the baby monitor that housed the image of a still sleeping baby. It wouldn’t be soon before your other baby awakened looking for the same comfort and love the two of you showered your eldest with.
But for right now, you enjoyed watching your husband and the first pretty little flower that bloomed from your love.
“ Thank you, sweetness. You wanna tell Mama Happy Valentine’s Day before we go downstairs to make breakfast. Hmm?” He cooed, walking back over to your side of the bed.
At the mention of her mother, you watched as your baby lifted her head with a small smile. With Austin then leaning her down just enough, you accepted her little kiss on the cheek followed by the repeat of her phrase to her Dad.
And with him absolutely beguiled by his girls, Austin leaned down stealing one last kiss from you before he started his first task of the day, “ Alright that’s it. It’s getting too cute in here, and Poppa just can’t take it. So let’s head downstairs and start breakfast, Pumpkin. Because Poppa has got something oh so special for you for breakfast. You won’t believe it.”
Immediately you watched the little one’s eyes open and alertness take over her face as she began her questioning all the way out the door and through the hall, “ Pancake?”
“ Mm. Nope.”
“ Uh…Waffle? “
“ No.”
“ Twerkey leg? “
“ Uh no. No Turk-ey leg for breakfast, sweetheart. But maybe we can work something out this afternoon.” You could hear the amusement in his voice as they descended the stairs.
Leaving you to smile and think about your little life filled with your big and little valentines.
