Begging you for vampy max and omega charles being all gaga over their chubby blonde blue eyed dimpled baby 🙈🙇♀️
vampy max would worship the ground charles walks on if so asked. he doesn't because charles is just as enamoured, but he will ask for more chubby babies <3
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Sharp fangs graze against his skin as Max leaves sloppy kisses along the expense of his neck. Charles closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the sensation for a moment. Max’s arm has creeped around his waist, keeping him in place. It’s a familiar position that Charles has come to love, but right now they don’t have time for this.
“Cheri,” He murmurs pointedly, and behind him Max groans loudly.
Max rests his forehead against his shoulder. “Just five minutes?” He whines.
He huffs. “Five minutes turns into ten, ten turns into sex, and sex turns into never leaving at all.”
“I don’t see a problem with that.” Charles can feel his smile press against his neck.
“And if she starts to cry and it ruins the mood—your mood?”
Max hesitates for a split second. “I can deal with that.”
Charles rolls his eyes and turns around in his hold. “No you can’t, you’ll be so distracted wanting to check on her and leave me needing you." He presses his lips against Max’s chin.
He cups Max’s jaw and kisses the pout away. “…It only happened once.”
“Twice,” Charles corrects. “I’m counting Jimmy getting stuck in the chandelier.”
Max makes a face. “You can’t blame that on me, what bat doesn’t know how to fly.”
It’s a rhetorical question, Charles answers it anyway. “You.”
“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.”
“I know,” Charles grins, and when Max’s face tightens, his eyes light up. “Is she crying?”
Max presses his lips into a thin line. “…She might be.”
Charles shuffles out of his arms and gives him a coy look. “Well? Bring me my baby, Maxy.”
There’s a loud sigh, but Max pecks his cheek and disappears to leave Charles alone in their bed. He sits up and stretches his arms above him, a pleasant ache still pulsing through his body. He waits patiently—Max has the speed to return within seconds, but if he calms her down first, it might take a few minutes—, brushing his fingers against the bite marks left all over his body.
A big smile forms on his face when Max returns, their daughter curled up against his chest. He holds his arms out and Max hands her over as joins him back in bed. “Hey pretty baby,” Charles whispers, shifting so he can settle down against Max’s chest.
“Lisette calmed down as soon as I entered her room.” He can hear the silent typical being added, but Max doesn’t sound too upset about it.
Charles brushes her hair out of her face. “Did you just want attention from daddy, Lili?” Her little hand clasps around his finger. “Yeah? I like his attention as well.”
Max snorts softly. “Needy omega.” He teases.
“Hey,” He lightly knocks his head against Max’s shoulder. “Don’t be rude to your ‘needy omega’, he worked very hard to give you a carbon copy of yourself.”
“The first part wasn’t so hard,” He lets out a soft yelp when Charles pinches him. “…Besides, I think she’ll look like you when she grows up.”
He looks at the chubby cheeks of his daughter, at her golden hair, the startling blue eyes, even the sharper teeth poking out when she opens her mouth to babble and shakes his head. “No, she’s definitely daddy’s girl. Maybe our second will look more like me.”
“Second?” Max asks quietly, and Charles holds his breath. “You want me fill you up with another baby, Charlie?”
His cheeks flush bright red. “I..,” He clears his throat. “Only if you want to.”
Max kisses the back of his neck. “Of course I want to,” His hands rub over Charles’ sides. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Hm. And what if I want breakfast in bed right now?”
“Yeah?” Max’s hands slide down to Charles’ thighs. His voice is slightly muffled where he presses his teeth against an old bite mark, “You’re my breakfast, baby.”
Charles inhales sharply. “Oh my god, cheri,” The hands disappear from his skin. “You don’t have to put a baby in me the first chance you get!”
Max’s laughter echoes through the house as he disappears in the blink of an eye. Charles shakes his head and tries to hide his smile as he looks down at Lisette, his daughter busy playing with the faintly glowing jewels attached to his bracelet. He leans down and kisses her forehead. Maybe they’ll have another baby, but for now, this is enough.
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