[part of Baby SEAL Boom Saga]
The soft sound of mirthful chuckles mixed with cackling spear through the sleepy haze, stirring Cath from her dream. She keeps her eyes closed, still half asleep, but the lovely sounds repeat. Though quite low and muffled, they disturb her blissful fantasy, so she opens her eyes reluctantly.
The sight she sees sweetens the earlier discontentment, instantly curving her lips in a smile. Steve lies beside her on his back, hair disheveled, stubble on his face, a few creases printed by the pillow, but in contrast to many mornings when he greeted her with a smile directly at her, now his attention is fully focused on a tiny person sitting on his chest. Jake in his yellow romper embroidered with tiny trucks sits on Steve’s torso, held up by his daddy, bare feet wiggling, touching Steve’s chin.
Cath beams up as Steve kisses the tiny foot, which makes Jake gurgle happily and reach his hands to pat Steve on the cheeks.
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
mcrollins meme → shippers [1/1]
mcrollins meme → 8 quotes [1/8]
- 4x03 ka ‘oia’i’o ma loko
[especially for cathisbetterthanyou, please continue to spoil me with all those heartwarming images :* ]
[part of Baby SEAL Boom Saga]
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"Stop being so stubborn," Cath chuckles as the pair of blue eyes stare at her with curiosity, fully awake, not even a hint of sleepiness in them. It never ceases to amaze her how such a small person could completely tire out two adults.
And yet here they are, in the nursery, trying to put Jake to sleep. Both Cath and Steve are barely standing straight after a slightly chaotic day, full of new adventures as they took Jake and Gracie to the zoo, and then two solid hours of heartbreaking cries due to Jake’s colic. One would think that the pain and wailing would have tired the baby out, but Jake seems to be fully rested, resisting all their attempts to make him sleep.
"He takes after you," Steve snorts from his spot on the armchair, where he’s sprawled, head lolling to the side, the soft humming of the ocean waves already lulling him to sleep. His eyes follow Cath’s every step as she walks back and forth with the baby cradled in her arms.
I present to you a puppy eating watermelon.
I can’t stop thinking about this
Steve steps through his doorway, dripping with sweat after an evening run, and smells chocolate. Kicking off his running shoes and following the aroma to the kitchen, he finds Cath bent over removing a tray of what looks like chocolate cupcakes from the oven.
“For me?” he asks, sidling up next to her and giving her an exaggerated wink.
The black ink of letters is engraved in a delicate scribble, almost fading as the sun’s rays shine straight on the light marble of gravestone. Steve doesn’t need to read them thoroughly, he knows them by heart, still remembers every tiny detail from that day - a day when the life of a good man, a best friend, ended, a day when the life of another man turned completely upside down.
They say life is nothing but a constant change, a river that’s never twice the same. Yet Steve feels like his own life is even more chaotic. Just as he settles down, something blows up everything he has built.
Cuteness all over it