Eyes shifts from Gi’s features down to the box in his hands. Slowly he reach to collect his end of the ribbon. “I’m ready,” a small nod to assure the other and preparing to pull when the other does.
He can only imagine how cute their little one will be. A tiny Gi. Be still his heart. He’s nervous, but excited. That feeling when your tummy is all in knots but also fluttering.
He can’t wait.
Finishing up placing presents under the tree.
Cookies for Santa are in the oven and hot cocoa is warming on the stove.
—ᥫ᭡ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ retweeted
i am trying to stop doing things that don't make any sense. body, forgive me. i am trying. i am trying. i am still trying.
—ᥫ᭡ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ retweeted
i am not meant for casual. i was born for soul crushing devotion.
—ᥫ᭡ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ retweeted
if you were to come looking for me,i need you to know that i would let you find me. i need you to know that i'm never going to stop waiting for you,no matter how hopeless the wait may be.
Breathlessly reaching for more as the other retreated. “How did it go?” Body spun as he leaned over the back of the couch, back arched and ass proudly wiggling.
“You aren’t covered in blood so things must have been well?”
—ᥫ᭡ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ retweeted
you'll ache. and you're going to love it. it will crush you. and you're still going to love all of it. doesn't it sound lovely beyond belief?







