#stb:futureweek

[liberatingquinnfabray]

Of Christmas Past || Delphine & Quinn

Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

[Quinn hummed quietly, in tune, as Ella Fitzgerald’s voice drifted from the speakers. The room was dim, lit only by the white lights adorning the Christmas tree centered within it. A happy giggle sounded from beneath her and she craned her neck to catch a glimpse of her son lying beneath the tree, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the bright display above him. After securing the last of the ornaments upon the branches, Quinn knelt down beside the baby, smiling brightly as one of his tiny hands caught hold of her finger.]

Hey, you. Is someone excited for their very first Christmas?

@legentilledelphine

[wells-its-carter]

You know, we haven't hung out, just us, this whole week. That's kind of madness.

PM: Yeah, well...You’ve had other things to focus on. It’s fine.

[liberatingquinnfabray]

Now that my father knows...

activist-aiden:

I can announce that I’m engaged. Yep… saying that out loud was as strange as I thought it would be.

Well, that’s certainly a theme around here, isn’t it?

Congratulations, Aiden.

[wells-its-carter]

Will you have more kids?

Probably not. Tony is a handful enough. Plus, I’m a teacher, so I get my daily dose of being around kids fairly quickly.

Then again, who knows. I might adopt a kid one day.

[missgracewinters]

Cowboy Junkies - Sweet Jane

Anyone who's ever had a dream Anyone who's ever played a part Anyone who's ever been lonely And anyone who's ever split apart

[missgracewinters]

PM: Hello, stranger. I like your hair, Miss Grace.

PM: Hey yourself, sweetpea.  It’s good to see y’all here.

Oh, come on, you can lay it on me.  My hair’s awful.  Like Bride of Frankenstein awful.  I’m just too...lazy to change it.