Baby Daddies
Tommy looked over his shoulder towards where he knew the baby was. ”Oliver in all the years you’ve known me…how many times have I ever planned anything?” He grinned a bit, his voice little more than a whisper in an effort to not make as much noise. ”Also depends on the weather…” There was his new parent paranoia again. In Tommy’s mind bad weather, while something not to be feared, was a danger for the baby. ”Bet between now and breakfast I’ll think of something. I always do.”
Oliver chuckled and shrugged, "hey miracles happen?" He teased and tried not to laugh out loud for fear of waking the baby, "Oh? Will you?" He added in a cheeky whisper and kissed Tommy, pulling his body just a little bit closer, "You do always do that." He added and let his head fall to the pillow, still feeling quite tired, "but I need just a little more rest, I feel like I haven't slept at all." He spoke and let his eyes shut for a moment.













