#hazoff abo

[harryseyebrows]

What are the twins initial reactions to seeing river for the first time now that he's real and not just something in dad's belly

so i got distracted yesterday im sorry BUT i think it would just be like... A New Thing that they’re not quite sure how to navigate, given that their understanding of the world is a little limited since they’re only 15months old when river is born lol and up until then, they’ve had ALL of harry and jeffs attention. therefore, when they toddle into the hospital (led by jeffs parents, who they’ve been staying with), they’re a little tentative because A) the hospital is big and kinda scary and B) it’s very strange seeing harry up on this weird unfamiliar bed thing in odd clothes (hospital gown) hooked up to wires and machines. and then, to top it all off, jeff is holding a BABY. they know the word baby, they’ve met other babies at their tumble classes and play groups, and they know that their dads have been talking to them about the baby in harrys belly, but something isn’t quite adding up. jeff says something like “c’mere guys, come meet the baby” as he squats down so he’s more at eye-level, tipping the little bundle in his arms so they can see river’s face. “this is your brother. do you wanna say hi to him?” now i can see jude being a little deer in the headlights about this. not one for outbursts of any kind, he just kinda stands there frozen and unsure how to proceed, even with jeffs gentle coaxing. eli on the other hand, feeling mutinous and betrayed, would express himself the way most young children do: by crying jfjdjdkndldmd

#anonymous #hazoff abo

[ferryboatpeak]

i’m gonna do this fanfic summer reading program, i swear i am. over the next six six weeks i am going to read and comment on:

@lunarrua‘s brexit fic @dinoflangellate‘s farm fic @dearmrsawyer‘s rarepair fest fic @harryseyebrows‘s gucci cruise hazoff abo @harryromper‘s erised fic and also remind @saysthemagpie to send me island fic to beta

if i put the list out here maybe i will manage to stick to it!!!!

#sometimes i put off the fic i most want to read #bc i want to read it under conditions that are conducive to taking notes so i can leave a good comment' #and then those conditions never happen and it never gets read #and also those conditions tend to be the same conditions that are conducive to working on my own fic #which i have not had nearly enough time to do this spring #so i seize available time for my own selfish purposes #anyway i owe all of you a read and i'm really going to try to do it this summer!!!!

[halohamilton]

🤢 and 🤷‍♀️

Hello. Thank you! :)

🤢 Who is your NoTP?

Hmm quite a few. Gryles/tomlinshaw(?) and xander + harry oh and hazoff

🤷 What thing that your fandom loves do you just not “get”?

.... abo lol. Theres also something else I noticed recently. Theres like a few cheating/infidelity fics out there which is cool fine you do you but majority of them are harry cheating on louis? Idk if that stemmed from something or.... but i noticed that the other day

#asks #anon

[harryseyebrows]

im assuming he doesnt wear the rings too then? but what about his wedding band. what does that look like

wedding band doesn’t happen until a little bit before river is born, but it’s very simple. both of theirs are. white gold. nothing fancy, except for a tiny engraving on the inside of each ring: a J on harrys and and H on jeffs (‘:

think something like this

maybe one is a little thicker than the other? they’re not IDENTICAL bands. but def very similar looking

#anonymous #hazoff abo

[harryseyebrows]

In the big fic, do harry and Jeff ever get the Twins mixed up, or is there a good way to tell them apart like looks and/or personality? I know you’ve posted pics of what they would look like but I can’t quite remember. I’m also just imagining Harry going through a moment of terror where he can’t tell them apart, but now I’m wondering if it would be mr anxious himself that would be more worried

what’s funny is that as much as jeff is mr. anxiety, when it comes to the kids, he very quickly becomes the more relaxed one? he’s the type to be like “let them cry it out, they’re fine” or “oh he just ate that puff off the ground...which im pretty sure has been there for over a week. nice. who needs a vacuum?” whereas harry is like.....the one who’s constantly on edge, worried about what they’re doing, how they’re feeling, kinda trying to..micromanage things that can’t necessarily be micromanaged? he has to be talked off a ledge quite a bit. “im calling the pediatrician.” “harry, he sneezed. it’s hardly the flu.” “you don’t know that!” so, when it comes to keeping the twins told apart, they either do painted toenails, or they get these little anklet things that are different colors for each of them, and then it’s easy to figure out who’s who. but as they get older, they develop more distinctive features: freckles, lost teeth, scars, and a real easy way to tell once they start walking is that eli is literally always covered in bruises lol

#anonymous #hazoff abo

[harryseyebrows]

I sent the ask earlier about Jude and his boyfriend but I am just terrible at thinking of scenarios I just know I need more of Harry embarrassing Jude even though he's just trying to be supportive. I also love that the boyfriend is a little scared of Harry

so james, the ~boyfriend, IS scared of harry lol and i was thinking about potential reasons for why?? and i think it makes sense that its a combination of general ‘healthy respect/fear of the parents of the person im dating’ (which is interesting bc he’s fine with jeff? probably because jeff is like ‘hey whats up? *tosses a goldfish into the air and catches it in his mouth* vs harry being like *laser eyes* ‘what are your intentions with my son? my BABY BOY who i carried for nine months and birthed’ [which another layer here, despite appearances, behind closed doors jeff is DEF more on harry’s team but he likes to keep things casual because he figures if he acts chill, james is more likely to let his guard down around him and he can gather intel and see how he Really Acts] so harry comes off as WAY more intense) BUT ALSO!!!! in a fit of nervousness, i think james might haltingly reveal that part of his weirdness around harry is because ‘he’s like...older you with short hair. ITS FREAKY!! he has your exact face’ and jude is like ???????????? ‘so does eli! you talk to him just fine!’ ‘YEAH because i watched him chug a carton of milk at lunch and half of it came out of his NOSE. he dropped a slice of pizza on the ground last week and ATE IT! he’s gross!’ which....fair. so jude is like ‘my dad is super weird you have no idea. i can assure you he’s not scary.’ but then james is like ‘does he always...look at people like that? i feel like he can see my soul.’ ‘uh. i mean, yeah. most of the time.’ and james gets like.. kinda blushy and evasive and jude Connects the Dots. ‘oh my god. OH MY GOD. you think my dad is HOT??’ and james is like ‘NO!!!!’ a little too quickly and enthusiastically askdjflaksdaskjdfj and then jude has like. a crisis. because on one hand, he IS harry’s clone, so its flattering in a way. but its also his dad, who wears swim shorts that are WAY too short and talks about reproductive health at the dinner table and touches his other dad’s butt ALL THE TIME RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AND HIS SIBLINGS, and that is just... not okay. (he’s never actually mad at james and they dont fight about it or anything but it does make things significantly more awkward when harry is around) 

#hazoff abo #Anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

Jeff’s like hell yeah you’re absolutely huge cause of me, come here sexy ajskaldksls. Or alternatively he could be more like yeah and you look gorgeous baby, c’mere. And then proceeds to place his hands on the side of Harry’s belly and kiss it, still laying down.

‘bring that big baby over here, then. lemme look at them, just to check.’

harry rolls his eyes but he still waddles over to the bed and levers himself down so he’s perched on the edge. ‘pretty hard to miss.’

leaning up on one of his elbows, jeff gets face level with harry’s distended belly. it doesn’t seem logical, but he looks like he’s actually bigger than what he was with the twins at this point. his stomach is rounder and more full. and he’s put on weight in places that he didnt before, or at least not to this degree, like his thighs and hips. his ass has gotten a bit bigger, too. and jeff isn’t complaining about any of it. 

he pushes up harry’s crop-top scrub shirt and cups his hand around the warm, soft skin he reveals. harry twitches when he kisses just left of his belly button, his morning stubble likely tickling him. jeff hums thoughtfully. 

‘looks like things are just as i suspected. you’re… pregnant,’ he says, voice airy and faux-shocked. 

‘you’re a jackass.’ jeff can hear the smile in harry’s voice. the sting of his comment is lessened significantly with the way harry threads his long fingers into jeff’s hair, keeping him pressed close to his midsection.

up against jeff’s cheek, when he turns his head to listen to the bump, he feels a tiny nudge. his smile is so natural, so instantaneous, that he’s floored by it for a moment. this tiny little person is saying ‘hello.’ or maybe they’re just moving around in there because they can. perhaps they’re trying to tell harry to get moving, because apparently they like it when he walks around. any of those options are fine with him. he taps his thumb a few times over the same spot as a little message of his own. 

harry’s got that awful moony look on his face when jeff sits up again.��

‘i hate that you can do that,’ harry says. ‘i was supposed to be mad at you for getting me fat again and then you make me forget all about it. i hate you.’ 

harry’s lips are warm and dry when he kisses jeff. he tastes faintly like toothpaste. 

‘you might be carrying around our big baby, but just remember. you’ll always be my big baby’ 

it’s worth the light slap that harry gives his upper arm.

#hazoff abo #Anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

Sksjdhskaksjd okayyy that was a little much. I would like some gentle teasing from Jeff about how Harry stunk up the bathroom though

okay so like.. i HAVE thought about the nudity thing before. harry comes out of the bathroom one day completely naked and jeff thinks ‘oh he just took a shower’ but harry is completely dry so he asks, ‘feeling drafty?’ and harry just gives him a confused look. jeff points at him. ‘youre naked.’ ‘yes.’ ‘why... are you naked?’ ‘because i went the bathroom?’ harry says, makes it sound like a question that jeff should clearly know the answer to. ‘those two things shouldn’t be related.’ harry gets a little shifty, which is only emphasized by the way his dick keeps flopping around. he lets out a little huff. ‘i cant poop if i have clothes on,’ he admits. jeff promptly loses his mind laughing 

#hazoff abo #Anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

There’s definitely appeal to both wedding options. If he’s pregnant... I’d very much like to see a suit like he wore today in that it’s snug around the bump/hips/bum and loose at the bottom. But then Harry with double the baby weight squeezing into a snug fancy suit and carrying a chunk of a baby down the aisle is also a lovely image soooo I think it’s whatever you decide is most Authentic to your Vision.

just like... think about them standing together, wedding ceremony taking place, and in the audience, a baby starts to get fussy. newborn fussy, so its that slightly uncomfortable-to-listen-to type of crying. and you see harry and jeff just kinda roll their eyes, followed by a hum of soft laughter from their family and friends. because what can you do? perhaps anne is holding river, bouncing him in the crook of her arm. but he’s just shy of three weeks old and he doesn’t know proper wedding etiquette yet and he’s feeling a lil overwhelmbed by like.. life in general, as you sometimes do when you’re small and only have the emotional capacity to cry and smile when you have gas. SO, he continues to fuss, and when it becomes clear that it’s not just gonna magically go away with a couple coos and cuddles from nana, harry raises a finger and says, ‘sorry, can we just hold on for one sec?’ and grabs river from his mom. they carry on with the ceremony like that: harry’s holding jeff’s hand in one of his own and he’s using the other to hold river - who, after about thirty seconds of being held by harry, starts to snooze. harry and jeff have their first official kiss as husbands with their baby between them. the end

#hazoff abo #Anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

Can I request a moodboard? I want to know what kind of outfit each Hazoff child gets to come home in when they are freshly hatched (or in willow’s case, freshly freed)

i’ll do you one better. coming home moodboard:

and a general azoff children wardrobe moodboard:

#hazoff abo #anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

was browsing the baby and toddler side of instagram this morning, as you do sometimes, and got to thinking about the things that jeff and harry might hear the other say through the baby monitor when they go in to check on them, feed them, etc. or even just something as simple as harry going to get the boys in the morning, and sunlight has just barely started the creep through the blinds so jeff is in that hazy space between wakefulness and being asleep, but it makes him smile when he hears harry say, voice crackly through the speaker, “hiiii love bug. oh no, do you have the hiccups? did they wake you up?” harry’s ‘talking to the babies’ voice is kind of strange because it toes the line between full-blown baby talk and adult speech, so it’s a bit all over the place in pitch and cadence, but he can still hear happy little burbles as either jude or eli are picked up from their crib as harry continues to chat with them

#starting the day EMOSH #hazoff abo

[harryseyebrows]

hazoff going to cancun got me thinking... what’s the first plane trip w the kiddos? (any combo of them) how does it go, what goes wrong, what are harry and jeff surprisingly pleased by...?

so im thinking when river is about 3 and the twins are 4, they decide it’s a good time to take them on their first big vacay? because they’ve already started discussing trying for one last baby, so they wanna go before that happens and depending on how it goes, before harry is knocked up again and then they have another newborn. SO im thinking they want to avoid the chaos and carnage of disney. therefore, there are two places in new hampshire—story land and santa’s village—that are relatively small and manageable, PLUS it’s an opportunity for harry to visit where he grew up. simple, easy, with nice views. what’s most shocking about the entire thing is how well behaved river is lol like on the plane? they give him a pair of big headphones and set him up with his lil portable DVD player and he’s good to go. as for what goes wrong... this might surprise you but they find out the hard way that jude HATES rides lol like, screams and cries and REFUSES to be put down for hours to the point where harry and jeff fear that their arms might fall off because he’s not a baby anymore and he’s kinda heavy lol eli is.... eli lmao

#anonymous #hazoff abo

[harryseyebrows]

I loved the thing you wrote about Harry accidentally walking in on Jude kissing his friend bc it was so sweet and delicate. How would Jude decide to tell Jeff? Do they all do like a family sit-down or would Jude wait until the other kids were busy and quietly ask Harry to sit with him while he tells Jeff?

i wanna say that after harry and jude finish the entire tub of ice cream (harry mostly digs for the chocolate chunks, even though jude is outraged), jude quietly asks harry, “are you gonna tell dad?”

and harry hadn’t even thought about it yet. of course his initial reaction, when he opened the door, was to ask jeff for counsel. but he realized very quickly that it’s not his place to tell. 

“do you... want me to tell dad?”

jude grows even quieter, lips pursed, scratching at an invisible speck on the counter top.

harry rubs his shoulder. “i wont say a word to him unless you want me to.”

“it’s not-- i don’t not want him to know. but i kinda. also, like. do? i just-- i don’t know how to tell him.”

“judey, your dad’s a great guy. he wouldn’t be mad, or anything, if that’s what you’re worried--”

“i know,” jude says miserably. “i know. but... i don’t know what i’d even say. like. i dont know.”

harry aches for him. there’s an invisible fist clenching around his heart. “that’s okay. you don’t need to know anything right now. maybe not ever. i don’t want you to ever feel like you have to explain yourself about things like this. it’s okay to just be.” 

jude’s lower lip starts up its tremble again. he wipes at his eyes proactively, before the tears even fall. 

“i’m sorry that this is making you upset, sweetheart. we don’t have to talk about it anymore.” harry pulls jude against his chest, sweeps his hair off his forehead.

through a round of hiccups and sniffles, jude manages to say, “can you-- can you just. would you tell dad for me? if i asked?”

harry chews on the inside of his mouth while rubbing his thumb over jude’s upper arm, thinking. considering. 

finally, he settles on, “if it’s something that you’re sure about, i’ll talk to him. but that’s something big, jude. i think...” harry hesitates, choosing his next words with care, “i think that you might feel better. if you told him yourself. and i think he’d like that, too. to hear it from you.”

jude inhales shakily. his mop of hair rubs against harry’s shirt as he nods.

“but if you really want me to tell him, i will. i don’t wanna see you stressed like this. okay, kiddo?”

“i know. ‘m sorry.”

harry kisses the top of his head. “don’t apologize. you have nothing to be sorry for.”

jude’s eyes keep shifting restlessly around the room, darting occasionally to meet harry’s own before looking away again. his cheeks are splotchy with color, his nose pink and running a bit. harry loves him fiercely. his good, sweet boy.

with gentle hands, harry wipes at the dampness under jude’s eyes, angling his face so that jude has to look at him. 

“i love you,” harry says. “so much. you could never do anything wrong. well. except for like, if you committed a crime or something. then you might be in trouble.”

jude snorts, breath catching on a sob, but he’s smiling. 

“i love you, too,” he warbles. “even though you’re embarrassing.”

harry sits on it for a bit. later that night, when him and jeff are turning down the bed and getting ready to sleep, harry thinks about telling him. but he wants to wait, in case jude changes his mind. 

and harry keeps waiting. it’s hard, not telling jeff. especially when james come back to the house a couple of weeks later and looks like a deer caught in the headlights when harry greets him in the kitchen. he mumbles something like “hello mr. azoff” before jude nearly drags him upstairs, blushing like a human tomato. at the bottom of the stairs, harry yells, “bedroom door stays open, boys!”

if jeff notices anything different about the house, he doesn’t mention it. even though jude looks at him carefully sometimes, like he’s trying to discern if jeff is treating him any differently. and perhaps it’s shitty of harry, but he doesn’t tell jude that he’s waiting. harry just can’t seem to make himself say anything about it, to anyone. 

but it ends up working out in the end. about a month after their conversation, when jude and harry in alone in the car, on their way back from a trip to the art store, jude sighs and says, “dad doesn’t know, does he?”

harry keeps his eyes on the road. “no. he doesn’t.”

in his peripheral vision, he watches jude nod, almost to himself. “okay. good. because i want to tell him myself. you-- you were right.”

harry bites down on his smile, tries to stop the way his eyes start to sting. “that’s... that is so good, baby. i’m happy that you want to do that,” harry breathes. 

“and i wanted you to know. that, uh. i’ve been thinking about it a lot. and i-- i want james to be my boyfriend. so we’re gonna. like, do that.”

harry blindly reaches across the console to grab jude’s hand. he squeezes it tightly. “that’s wonderful. i’m so happy for you.”

there are no tears this time. just quiet elation. 

when they get home, jude puts his new painting supplies in his room and seeks out jeff, who’s in the living room. harry doesn’t linger, because it’s not his place, but as he’s walking into the laundry room, he hears jude ask, “hey, dad? can i, uhm. talk to you? for a second?”

harry doesn’t hear the rest. he busies himself with sorting colors and whites. he doesn’t need to hear the rest. he knows that everything is going just be just fine.

#my fic #can i get some uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh projection fantasy???? #hazoff abo #Anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

When/how do hazoff mate? Like what are the circumstances and how far into the relationship does it happen? Do they talk about it a lot first?

hmmm. im thinking probably after dating for 2+ years? once they figure out that its a long haul thing, and that they’re both in it like.. forever lol they know that they dont want to be with anyone else and want to do the whole settle down, kids, etc. as for the actual logistics of how it works, what do we think? i know theres lots of ways different abo fics do it. most often its with penetrative sex, sometimes paired with a bite in a certain spot. other times its more mental. and i really enjoy the idea of it being something that cant happen unless both people really want it, so maybe its not this super cataclysmic moment, but instead, its gradual and builds up over time? idk!

#hazoff abo #Anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

So what happens after they boink? Harry asks Jeff to stay the night, right? Maybe a little sheepishly cause he’s still working on asking for things he wants. And Jeff’s like “uh... yeah? Was planning on it. If that’s... what you want” and Harry rushes out “yeah, yeah. I- yes please. Just wanted to make sure you wanted to.” Then he lends Jeff a toothbrush, makes him use his weird expensive moisturizer, and Jeff starts making the bed without asking for help, to which Harry nearly cries.

OOF. like.. immediately after where i left off, i can see harry asking, “how do you feel about post-coital cuddling?”

jeff can’t conceal the way his face twists in amusement. “did you really just say post-coital?”

harry shrugs and looks at jeff from under his lashes, raising his arms above his head to stretch. “yes i did.”

“i feel pretty good about it, to be honest.”

“good,” harry says, taking that as enough invitation to pointedly roll onto his side, still naked as the day he was born, and pat the space behind him. “little spoon,” he adds. “hope you dont mind.”

jeffrey, in fact, does not mind. he slots himself along the line of harry’s back, fits his knees into the grooves that harry’s bent legs provide, everything lining up so perfectly that he wants to wax poetic about puzzle pieces. 

they dont mean to fall asleep, but they do. thankfully they dont sleep for very long, only about and hour or so, and when jeff inhales sharply and sits up, jostling the bed enough that harry groggily blinks his eyes open too, the alarm clock on harry’s bedside table only reads 11:24PM. 

harry throws off heat like a human radiator, despite how freezing his toes are, which are wedged between jeff’s ankles. jeff is warm and a tiny bit sticky and he really has to pee. but as soon as he tries to get up, harry whines into his pillow. 

“where’re you going?” harry mumbles.

jeff presses his smile against harry’s shoulder blade. “bathroom.”

he’s standing at the sink washing his hands when harry comes up behind him, now covered in a black t-shirt that’s neck hole is so stretched it’s sliding off to one side. 

harry’s face looks a little different in the reflection of the mirror;  jeff supposes it’s like that for everyone, used to see their own faces in a way that doesn’t quite match how everyone else sees them. jeff likes it, his slanty mouth and too-big eyes and his nose that takes up most of his face. he likes that he’s seeing what harry sees every day. 

jeff dries his hands with a towel as harry ducks into a cabinet. he pops up with a grin on his face, brandishing a still-sealed toothbrush like a wand. 

“for you,” he says, and jeff takes it with a smile of his own. 

ETC ETC 

#hazoff abo #Anonymous

[harryseyebrows]

i feel like parents walking in on their kids is worse than kids walking in their parents now i wanna see harry’s face after he walked into jude making out with a boy in his room JDNDNDND

ooooh see i think this would be less embarrassing and more.... delicate? im reluctant to make a scenario like that into some type of like, forced outing. but... perhaps harry and jeff have had their suspicions, and jude doesn’t necessarily try to hide it or lie, but he’s never outright told them anything. harry also doesnt want to assume, so when jude has a friend over that happens to be a boy, harry lets them go upstairs and thinks nothing of it when he hears jude’s bedroom door close. he’s 16. harry remembers being 16 and wanting to have his privacy, so he lets him. he knows jude -- knows that he’d be too afraid to ever really do anything while under the same roof as harry or jeff. except when harry goes upstairs to check on them and let them know that their french fries and nuggets are done in the oven, harry knocks and totally forgets to wait for a response and yup. there’s his son. not even paying attention to his surroundings because he’s surgically attached his face to his ‘friend’ james’. harry, still not thinking, blurts, ‘oh. oh. okay.’ and steps back, quickly shutting the door again. 

jeff is at work. eli’s at soccer practice. river is conked out on the living room couch. and willow is down the street at a neighbor’s house. so harry sits at the kitchen island and tries to gather himself. not because he’s really shocked, or because he’s upset in any way. he’s just worried that jude is gonna be stressed about it, about harry knowing. harry worried, when the boys were little, that if any of them turned out to be gay, they’d reject it, or feel weird, because they have two dads. he worried what other people might say. and he hates the idea that jude maybe felt like he couldn’t tell him or jeff. harry stress eats three oranges before the boys come downstairs. harry hears them at the front door, hears it open and shut again, and then jude comes into the kitchen alone. his cheeks are pink and he won’t look at harry directly. 

“where did james go?” harry asks carefully, words measured but light. 

jude keeps shifting his weight from foot to foot. “home,” he says after a few moments.

“how come?”

“are you mad at me?” jude asks in a single rush of air.

harry’s brows knit together. “what? no-- why??”

“because.”

and harry hears it first, the way jude’s voice has gone cracked. then he sees how red his nose is getting, the same way harry’s own does when he’s about to cry.

“because of what, sweetheart?”

“because you saw.”

harry can’t sit any longer. he reaches jude in only a few short strides and gathers him into his arms, kisses the top of his head even though jude is steadily approaching the same height as him. 

he holds him. lets him cry. lets himself be comforted by jude wrapping his arms around harry’s waist, holding tightly. 

“don’t cry, june bug.” despite everything, harry is smiling. 

when jude settles down a bit and is only sniffling into harry’s shirt, harry asks, “is james, uhm. you’re, uh, boyfriend?”

“...no.”

“okay. that’s fine. do you... want him to be?”

jude shrugs and steps out of harry’s embrace. he keeps his eyes on the floor. “i ‘dunno.”

“do you like him?

“i guess so.”

“does he like you?”

jude shrugs again, looking very small suddenly, like the shy four year-old that harry had to practically tear himself away from when he would drop the boys off at preschool. 

harry has no idea how to navigate this. he never had to come out to his mother. she always just knew. never questioned it or acted any differently when harry brought home boys the same way he did girls. he doesn’t know how to ask that, either. if jude likes girls too, or not. 

instead, harry doesn’t ask anything at all. jude is seconds away from disappearing into his shell, so harry spares him from any more distress.

“i have some rocky road in the freezer. i’ll split it with you, if you want.”

the relief in jude’s eyes nearly knocks harry over like a wave.

“okay. but you can’t just dig out the good stuff and not eat the ice cream.”

“i dont do that.”

“yes you do.”

they both sit at the island with spoons in their hands, jude still a bit shaky and red, and while they still have plenty of things that they should talk about, it can wait.

#god this got away from me aslkdjfaksl #jude is my Baby Boy okay??????? #hazoff abo #my fic #ish #Anonymous