#⋅ ┋ i think i was born to love you. / ft: damien o'connell.

[sanctuarymade-old]

it’s still early when delilah wakes, earlier than she’d meant to, even. the ache in her back tells her all she needed to know about the cause of her wakefulness— her daughter seemed to have developed a perfect bullseye when it came to kicking at her spine. there’s a desire to be frustrated at the lost sleep, an acute knowledge that it probably won’t be too much longer before she’s well and truly miserable, but in the early morning light, with the sound of damien’s breath behind her, she can’t find it in herself to be much more than awestruck.

later, she’ll joke that rolling over to face him while nearly eight months pregnant should be considered the most genuine form of devotion in the world, and that therefore the distress she caused pumpkin by doing so is on his hands. for the moment, though, all she does is watch his sleeping face, awash in the adoration that hits her every time she looks at him. he’d stirred slightly when she’d heaved herself over, but for all the nerves that impending fatherhood had struck him with, her husband still slept like the dead. lucky jerk.

the task of kissing him awake is made significantly more difficult than it was even a month ago by her stomach, but she manages, ever determined. at the sight of his eyes opening, blinking blearily, her heart clenches for what must be the hundredth time with the unspoken hope that their daughter inherits her daddy’s blues.

“ good mornin’ baby. ” she hums with a kiss to his nose, her own wrinkling slightly as their daughter turns suddenly. she takes his hand in hers and guides it to her middle. “ baby says happy birthday. ”

his day is going to full  ( whether he knows it or not ): she knows jake and wyatt plan to steal him away for most of the day, having made plans for damien’s last childfree birthday, knows nora and aeron have plans for him too, she even thinks benji might make an appearance like he did the year before. she knows there will be cupcakes and cards (including one she’s made specifically to be from the baby) amidst the pumpkin spice drinks and halloween decorations and scary movies. all of it she knows, despite being uncertain about how much of a role she’ll play in it all, considering, but she also knows it can all wait a few hours.

she kisses him again, softly.   “ i love you. ”    /    @lovcdandlost​

#[ i know this is literally two weeks late i am very sorry ] #[ also i never found the one i originally wrote so i redid the whole thing but i honestly like this one more ] #lovcdandlost #lovcdandlost: damien o'connell #「 delilah price – ft. damien o’connell 」 i think i was born to love you.

[stormembraced-a]

@analyticallyminded said :   🔗– a memory about their proposal/wedding

there’s a part of her that keeps waiting to wake up. not in the whimsical, ‘pinch-me-i-must-be-dreaming’ kind of way, but in that completely certain, ‘yes-this-is-the-way-things-are-supposed-to-be’ dream logic sort of way. not for the first time, she catches sight of herself in the mirror, and not for the first time, something in her chest snags. 

do you think anybody looks at you and sees a wife? do you think he does? her mother’s words echo through her skull for a second, but no longer, before she banishes them, both because her mother has no place here – not today, not for another single, solitary moment in the life she intends on making once this day is over – and because each time she lets her gaze linger on her reflection, on the way the white darkens her hair and eyes and contrasts against her visible tattoos, on the white and sky blue comb that holds her loose curls up  ( an heirloom gift from her mama’s wedding: “somethin’ old, new, borrowed, and blue, all in one,” jo had murmured with a teary smile as she’d put it in only a few moments ago. ), when she looks at herself, she can see a wife. damien’s wife. and she’ll be damned if she’ll let the memory of her mother take that from her.

“look at you. my baby sister, all grown up.”  benji’s voice takes her by surprise, yanks her out of her thoughts, but does nothing to alter the hazy contentment thrumming through her. if anything, the sight of her brother only strengthens her surety, and now more than ever she’s certain that her choice to have him be the one to give her away was the right one. she can’t remember the last time she’s seen him in a tux, can’t remember the last time she’s seen him clean shaven, or the last time she’s seen the softness in his eyes that she sees now as he takes his weight off the doorframe and approaches her, stoops to kiss her cheek.  “you ready?” 

she isn’t sure if she’s ever been ready for anything so much as she is ready to be delilah o’connell, but she doesn’t say that, it’s the kind of thing she’d tease the life out of anyone else for saying. so instead, she rolls her eyes, knocks her arm against his in a halfhearted elbow. “course i am, just waitin’ on you.”

as he gestures for her to lead the way, he chuckles quietly, the only way he laughs now, but she feels the warmth in it just as clearly as if it’d been the loud laughter of his youth. she falls into step beside him in the hallway, lapsing into a comfortable silence for the minute it takes them to reach the door that finally allows her heart to race, alight with a kind of anticipation entirely new to her. 

she reaches out and benji extends his arm dutifully in the seconds before the door opens and they take that first step forward. her eyes sweep only once over each face, emotion surging up and almost overwhelming her suddenly at the sight of her family, their family, before her gaze locks on damien and the earth beneath her feet settles, and everything else falls away.

⋅ ┋   muse memories.    /    no longer accepting.

#[ sweet god i am crying ] #[ delilah is. so soft and so so so i n love i am actually crying. there are legitimate tears ] #[ and benji is so so proud and happy for her he's almost in tears ] #[ i'm a wreck goodbye this is how i go ] #riskembraced #⋅ ┋ i think i was born to love you. / ft: damien o'connell. #⋅ ┋ i know how it feels to hang pictures on the wall. / arc iv.

[lovcdandlostold]

@sanctuarymade​ — happy valentine’s day, delilah!

#sanctuarymade #sanctuarymade: delilah #i think i was born to love you – damien o'connell ft. delilah price.

[stormembraced-a]

tag drop #4

⋅ ┋  my only mistake was that i was down to clown.  /  friendships. ⋅ ┋  until the levee on my heart breaks.  /  ships. ⋅ ┋  there’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes.  /  desires. ⋅ ┋  i think i was born to love you.  /  ft: damien o'connell. ⋅ ┋  for you; there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do.  /  ft: nora o'connell. ⋅ ┋  showing results for: my brother is an idiot; please help.  /  ft: benji mitchell. ⋅ ┋  your heart and mine are very old friends.  /  ft: wyatt jessup. ⋅ ┋  send nudes. no – memes. no; wait... both.  /  ft: jake sullivan. ⋅ ┋  i can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it.  /  ft: constance barnett.

#⋅ ┋ my only mistake was that i was down to clown. / friendships. #⋅ ┋ until the levee on my heart breaks. / ships. #⋅ ┋ there’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes. / desires. #⋅ ┋ i think i was born to love you. / ft: damien o'connell. #⋅ ┋ for you; there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do. / ft: nora o'connell. #⋅ ┋ showing results for: my brother is an idiot; please help. / ft: benji mitchell. #⋅ ┋ your heart and mine are very old friends. / ft: wyatt jessup. #⋅ ┋ send nudes. no – memes. no; wait... both. / ft: jake sullivan. #⋅ ┋ i can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it. / ft: constance barnett.

[lovcdandlostold]

he’s got arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him still. there’s a chill in the air, and he’s not yet ready to get up, especially given that it would wake not only her up, but would mean moving at least two cats. so no, he’s not going to disentangle himself from her just yet. damien buries his face into the crook of her neck, planting a soft kiss and closing his eyes in contentment for a moment before pulling back just enough so that he can look at her face.

it’s a face he could wake up to for the rest of his life. no, that’s not quite right. it’s a face he’s going to wake up to for the rest of his life. he can see the ring on delilah’s finger and it’s just another reminder that yes. this is right. this is where i’m meant to be. there’s nowhere in the world he would rather be. he continues to leave light kisses on the side of her face, on her temple, anywhere within reach, all while still trying to not wake her up.

he’d turned off their alarms late last night, texted jemma to have her open the shop. he had every intention of spending this morning with his beautiful wife (if he ever tires of saying that, everyone should be worried — it’s not him anymore), letting them enjoy themselves on her birthday without having to worry about anything else.

the quiet peace wouldn’t last, though, because when would it ever in their apartment. delta comes launching through the bedroom, skidding around a sleeping, or previously-sleeping, sardine, and up onto the bed. damien curls over delilah, attempting to shield her from trampling doggy paws as delta tries to lick at his face. he’s laughing. he’s laughing and he thinks he may have never been so happy when he looks down at her, having been solidly jostled awake at this point, and swoops down to capture her lips with his, one hand resting gently on her face

“ mm, mornin’, darlin’. i was going to try to let you sleep, but someone had other plans in mind. ”  he kisses her again, gentler this time, still attempting to shove away the overly energetic shepherd. 

“ happy birthday, lilah. ”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DELILAH — @sanctuarymade

#sanctuarymade #sanctuarymade: delilah #i think i was born to love you – damien o'connell ft. delilah price.