leon is DEFINITELY a girl dad.
You and him swore during the pregnancy that you didn’t want to know if you were having a girl till you had the baby. Leon swore up and down he didn’t care but of course he did.
The look on his face was something that should’ve been captured on film when he saw you holding your daughter for the first time. A grown man, who has gone through so many hardships, crying over the birth of his daughter.
He praised you up and down for carrying something so precious, swearing that you were his forever gift in life and you continued to give him everything he’s ever wanted.
When you brought her home he slept in her room for days, you’d walk into the nursey in the morning to see him slumped in the small rocking chair, his hand loosely on the top of the crib.
And when you woke him up he would ramble about how he was scared she would roll onto her stomach or would cry and wake you up. It did nothing but make you smile and realize that you definitely married the right man.
When she outgrew her crib he was distraught. He refused to take it apart and just kept it in the garage, getting her a new bed telling her she could get whatever she wanted.
New stuffed animals? How many. She want pancakes for breakfast? He makes them from scratch. Tea party? He sits down in the tiny chair with your daughter for hours.
He watches so closely when you do her hair, your eyes glancing at your husband who’s leaned on the hallway entrance watching you carefully.
Having to lecture him for buying her way to many clothes, trying to explain to him that she’s only 4 and she is gonna grow fast. But that makes him emotional so you just continue to let him buy her clothes till she sizes up.
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Hhhhrf.. ruff ruff ruff!!! Ruff ruff!!! Bark bark!!!!! Running around with one of those rope toys.. which dogboy wants to play tug of war and knot me when I lose!!
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thinking about Andrew getting cute aggression and just kinda squishing Neil or kissing him or something when he's actually fighting against the urge to squeeze his head so hard it pops, he deals with cute aggression so badly, like his hands itch to fold his boyfriend in half and rub his palms over every freckle and every mole and every scar, bite him and chew on his cheek or pull his hair but he just settles for kissing him instead with a straight face as if he isn't fighting for his life against all these foreign emotions bubbling inside him
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Literally cannot stop thinking about picking Nubbins up alongside the road. Him getting increasingly more creepy and unhinged, you getting more and more freaked out.. but finding some sick enjoyment in it. Squirming and shifting behind the wheel, from both terror and want, to your own disgust
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