and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

[hypercompetent]

 

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart; ❝ Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son. ❞

the murderpupsau catchall post

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[triskeles]

I'd rather you didn't.

[ Yeah, that's right, Scott. You tell aunt Laura. Derek props him on his hip, ears swiveling backwards before he sticks his tongue out at his sister, retreating into the kitchen before she can throw something at him.

He still calls back, though. ]

What do you want?

[puppyface]

[Scott reaches up to tug gently at one ear before he reaches for the counter, wanting to sit on it to watch. Watching dad cook was always lots of fun- he seemed to enjoy it, anyway.

And happy dad was best dad.]

[vitabrevis]

[She leans back over the back of the couch and watches the boys unfettered for a moment; it brings a quiet smile to Laura's face to watch her little brother be so natural with Scott.

However, she's not above wrapping him around her finger, adorable or not.]

Mmmmmmm. Mac and cheese, maybe? Surprise me, Master chef.