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"What, you don't recognize me?"
"Did you honestly think I would always be the kindhearted boy in your childhood?"
— Love And Deepspace: To The Edge Of Dreams
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dadleb bc i love him sm ♡🍎
It was 3:17 a.m. when a tiny sock smacked Caleb square in the face.
He jolted awake with a grunt, blinking in the dim light of the night lamp. Your daughter—barely a year old and full of mischief—was sitting upright between you two, giggling as if this was the funniest thing in the galaxy.
Caleb groaned, one arm flopping over his face. "Is this revenge for not letting her eat that mystery bug earlier?"
You, still half-asleep, mumbled, “You’re the one who said she had your fighting spirit.”
“She wasn’t supposed to turn it against me,” he whispered dramatically, already sitting up and catching another incoming sock. She squealed in delight.
He leaned over and gently picked her up, holding her close. She immediately clung to him like he was gravity and she was a planet. Despite everything, he smiled—soft and warm, eyes still heavy with sleep but full of love.
"Alright, little warrior. You win. But you're going back to sleep," he murmured, brushing a kiss to her forehead as he rocked her gently in his arms.
You watched him from your pillow, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “You say that every night, and yet…”
“I’m an optimist,” he said with a wink, walking her around the room in slow, gentle steps. “Besides, she’s only this small once.”
“Sure,” you whispered. “Remind me of that when she throws her first plasma tantrum.”
He chuckled softly, glancing over at you. “We’ll survive it. Together.”
Your daughter let out a little yawn and nestled into his shoulder, her tiny fingers gripping his shirt like it was her whole world.
And as Caleb stood there—barefoot, exhausted, smiling down at her like she was made of stars—you found yourself falling for him all over again.
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Me searching x reader fics after gaining a new fictional crush after watching a movie/serie

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