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“--eat,” he bit at his finger, amping up the sternness in his gaze for good measure. “I don’t know, Mr Know It All, I’ll have you know that I never looked like my dad...I’m the spitting image of my mom.” he shot back with a little playful smile forming over his lips, playing with the baby’s fingers while they talked. “She had green eyes too...and freckles...I have her nose, her mouth.” he shrugged, “Maybe she’ll always look like you.” he kissed the top of her head, feeling dizzy for how much he loved them, “--poor kid. Face like hers, she’ll probably never get married.” he joked, biting the inside of his cheek to stave off a grin, like the first rate jerk that he was.

July

Dem yelped a little, taking his food and watching Evan play with the baby. He took a bite of it, watching Pom make little noises and play with her father. Everything was worth leading up to this point. He was truly happy. Nothing else compared to this. It was perfection. “Babies always look like their dad’s when they’re babies. We’ll see what she looks like when she starts growing up. You’ve got the bluest eyes babygirl.” He played with her toes a little, lips curled up from ear to ear. He fed Evan a bit of food since he was looking at him sternly.

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The tension in his muscles lessened when Dem rubbed his knee, and he swallowed harder, his hand moving to grasp Dem’s at once. “yeah? you think I’m pretty, then? wow--” he whistled lowly and laughed a little nervously, doing what he could to relax. His fingers curled around Dem’s, and he squeezed his hand hard, exhaling a sharp, long breath through his nose. “you hitting on me, doctor? tsk-- how unethical. I’m aghast.” his smile hastened, and he pulled Dem’s hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it, drawing strength from him while they sat there together, waiting.

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Dem bounced in his seat, jumping up when the doctor would come update them on the situation. He was anxious to see their baby girl. He watched Evan pace back and forth, back and forth… back and forth. It wasn’t helping his own energy, but he knew if Evan sat still he’d lose it (if it were even possible) “I hope she looks like you,” he chuckled, kissing him while he was next to him again. He squeezed his thigh, rubbing his knee lightly trying to keep him calmer. “She’s gonna be so pretty…”

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Evan laughed at Dem’s reaction, tossing his head back and running a hand over his jaw, feeling half amused, half anxious while they waited. His eyes shone with a mixture of it when he sought Dem’s gaze, and he listened to him talk to Elena for a while, his blood sweltering with anxiety and impatience; his jaw was ticking with all the tension it held, too, and he swallowed hard, working at the thick lump of emotion that had formed in the back of his throat. He sighed and peeled himself off his seat to pace up and down the length of the hallway for a while, needing to work out the tensions his body was holding, his head a mess of thoughts and ideas; his stomach was coiled and tight too, and he had to muster up enormous amounts of self-restraint to appear as calm as he could.

Half an hour later, and he was growing restless with anticipation and jittering nerves while they waited; the doctor had assured them that Sophie and the baby were doing just fine, and he was holding Dem’s hand hard in his while they waited, itching with impatience and excitement. “--do you think she’s gonna look like me or you?” he asked with a low chuckle spilling from his throat in an attempt to lighten the mood, doing what he could to relax. His right leg was shaking up and down while they sat there together, and the longer he waited, the tauter the muscles in his body became; he was, essentially, a wall of anxiety and excitement, half breathless and pulsing with masses of emotions while he strived to remain (and appear) as calm and collected as the situation permitted.

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Dem gasped, not wanting that information, as well as offended anyone would ever say he was fat. He was a little pudgy, but he was born off Italian food. “Mom gross, okay I get it. As long as just you are coming but she’s not even born yet. Everyone else will meet her later.” He looked at Evan, unsure if any of his family was going to come meet her right away. His sister he assumed would be the first to see her after they stepped off the plane, but he wasn’t sure if his grandparents wanted to come, or if they’d all wait til they got to Paris.

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“--come on, my turn. Get off your ass.” he slapped his ass and kissed the back of his shoulder, smiling when Pom rubbed at her left eye with her little hand, curling it into a fist and making cooing little baby sounds while she blinked at them. “Eat, loser. Come on.” he pulled the tray toward him and crawled onto the bed on the other side of it, his goofy grin growing when he kissed the top of the baby’s head--fuck, he felt like he had swallowed the sun itself for how mellow and mushy Dem and she made him feel-- they softened him; they made him feel like his heart was growing bigger by the day, like he had swallowed a thousand butterflies. For the first time in his life, he felt wholly and entirely complete in every sense of the word, and every time he looked at them he knew that every choice he had made in his life, every mistake, every loss he had endured, had been worth it because it all had been leading to this--to them.  “God...” he trailed a finger over the swell of her cheek, his eyes wide with love and affection while he stared at her in awe, “--she looks just like you, baby.” he said, glancing over at Dem. “ugh-- what am I gonna do with you two?” he exhaled a little harder, drawing the baby’s hand up to his mouth to kiss her little fingers like the total loser-dad that he was, basking in the warmth she exuded; his face was glowing, too, and he leaned over her to kiss Dem’s cheek, encouraging him to eat with a half stern, half playful look while he got comfortable in their bed.

July

Dem smiled up at him when he realized he still hadn’t left yet, going back to their baby. He ticked her belly, all smiles at her little giggles. “Daddy’s gonna make me food, then we can all snuggle and discuss Lil Miss Pom here, and Paris. You’re gonna love it there. It’s so gorgeous. Plus you’ll get to meet the rest of your family.. They’re gonna love you so much. I’m nervous to see what Grandma and Grandpa Chevalier think of you, well, great for you. Daddy’s grandparents. They’re kind of a big deal so we’re gonna make sure you look extra cute. I still don’t think they like me, but we’ll see.” He kissed her head, letting her hold his finger, playing with her. He smiled up at Evan, caught a little off guard. “Nope. Still awake.” He looked over, eyeing up the food.

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God, when I look at you the world stops. Your eyes bring a joy no Christmas lights could comprehend. Your smile could ignite the world. The warmth I feel from you will feed me for a thousand years. I always thought I’d find love in my work… I never thought I’d find someone like you to whisk me away on a journey I hope never ends.

About Evan’s soul in their relationship (via demetrichevalier)

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The blunt head of his cock slipped harder over the slick flesh of his hole, and Evan moved his hips slower, making his cock sink inside him entirely with slow, hard thrusts, sinking deeper between his walls inch by inch. He roved hungry eyes up the length of Dem’s chest, and his gaze darkened, his mouth parting with a deep-throated growl, wet and shallow as it cascaded from his throat at the tight sensation of Dem’s flesh clinging to his cock. “Fuck, you are tight.” he moaned, long and low, his mouth seeking to kiss a hot, wet trail up the span of his neck while he buried his cock deeper inside him with a hard, measured thrust that had the stiff length of his cock splitting him wider and a relentless, expert pressure dragging across the gland of his prostate over and over while he began to roll his hips against the swell of his ass with hard, desperate thrusts that made white hot sparks ignite inside him, the pace slow and languid. “Fuck, Dem, I can’t fucking wait any longer.” his breath spilled hot from his mouth and pooled behind the dome of his ear, and his teeth grazed over the shell of it while he trailed his fingers down to where Dem’s body split, dipped them in deep to apply more pressure and stimulate the spot below his prostate.

Evan nuzzled the hinge of Dem’s jaw before making his way down to the line of his shoulder with his teeth and tongue, and his teeth nipped into the meat of the muscle, hard, sucking a slow, slick kiss while he drew the blunt head of his cock in and out of his hole with shallow, slow thrusts that made his balls tighten and ache with jolts of heat. His breaths were coming wetter and shallower now, and he moved a little harder, the length of his cock slipping through the folded flesh and sinking deeper, feeling Dem’s walls cling to every stiff inch of it while he thrust a little harder, his back glistening with sweat; his temperature rose, too, and he gasped into his mouth, a wet, slick growl that spilled from the back of his throat, deep and gruff, moved a hand between their legs to caress the base of Dem’s cock while Dem stimulated the fleshly head of it.

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Evan paused at the door and watched Dem play and talk to their baby, his heart leaping and pulsing with vast amounts of joy and pure love for the two of them--the loves of his life; he swallowed hard and his smile grew, his whole face lighting up at the sight of them together while he stood there like a lovestruck loser, grinning like an idiot, a mass of sentimental mush and emotions, his expression dripping with affection. It took an incredible amount of built-up restrain to peel himself off the doorway and and go downstairs to cook--he didn’t want Dem to starve, either, so there was that, too, and he wasitching to take care of him in any way that he could. He gathered a steaming bowl of mashed potatoes and cheeses, making a quick work of peeling vegetables and grilling the collection of cheeses, rolls of garlic bread and a fresh, creamy dip, and then he went back upstairs, his face glowing when he caught Dem’s gaze again. “She asleep?” he asked in a low, drawling voice, moving to set the food aside and hover over the peak of Dem’s shoulder to peer at her with his mouth dipping to kiss the back of Dem’s shoulder while he stood there.

July

“Hey! Baby in the room dude.” He gave him a look before kissing him back. “Okay babe. Make something good.” He slipped down so he was lying on his side, propped up on his elbow as he slipped Pom under the covers. The baby took the blanket in her hands and flailed with it, giggling. He smiled and watched her, laying his head on his pillow, talking to their girl while Evan cooked.

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The first time I kissed you. One kiss, I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I’d follow you across the universe.

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screams into the abyss 

i need domesticated cooking at three in the morning because neither party can sleep. 

lazy afternoons on the couch; cuddled up together while one watches some tv show that they’ve become recently obsessed with and the other reading a book on something they enjoy, every so often looking over the rim of their glasses to see how the show has progressed and look up out of the corner of their eye to their partner with a fond loving smile.

early morning baking sessions. cupcakes, or sophisticated cakes. learning how to make fancy frosting, throwing flour at each other. one cracking an egg on their partners shoulder, which becomes an all out food war, but they manage to salvage enough to make a few of the original cakes.

late night love making. not sex, not fucking. just pure love between two people. sharing soft whispers and kind words, warm gazes. nothing crude about it but just pure love.

six in the morning walks in the snow because “wow new york looks beautiful right now” with the snow on the ground and covering essentially everything and the sun just poking through the white clouds to throw a few beams of magnificent colour through the skies.

i need domesticated coupley!things with no angst in sight.

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you knew you loved her when she walked in the room and your heart forgot to hold its place and instead tried to crawl out of your body and onto the floor. you knew you loved her when her hair got caught in her mouth and your hands couldn’t stop shaking because you wanted to brush her lips as softly as you could. you knew you loved her the minute she spoke because something in her voice struck an arrow through your throat. you knew you loved her but every time you tried to tell her, your tongue would start to choke.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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i love you. you made a mistake? i dont care i love you. you made a wrong choice? love you. you don’t think you’re good for anything? guess what you’re good for loving i love you

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Evan blinked at him, his brow furrowing. “hey, sucking my dick doesn’t count.” he narrowed his eyes at him, and then, he pulled himself up to his feet and bent over the baby to kiss the top of his head -- a slow, adoring kiss-- before drawing back with a smile and running a hand through his hair. “you stay here with the Loser, I’m gonna make you something to eat, capisce?” he asked, moving to pull a t-shirt on, his expression bright and loving. “you need food, babe, I don’t want you to starve yourself.” he clicked his tongue and tossed a glance at him over the hard peak of his shoulder before he finished putting the t-shirt on and turned around to face him again. “you lay down with the baby and get comfortable, okay?”

July

Dem scrunched his nose and stuck out his tongue at him. “Papa is all that is good. Remember that Pom.” He nodded at her, watching her look up at them both very confused, but very happy. Clueless even. “I’m not exhausted. Besides, aren’t all new parents? She’s only a week old. Such a good baby though,” he kissed her little toes. “I ate like, last night. Dinner then,” he looked Evan up and down, knowing Evan got a very well, long played, blowjob. Of course he wasn’t going to say that in front of the baby though. “Today though? No I haven’t.”

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“why’re you touching me?” he gasped in mock shock, appearing scandalized. “tell your Father to keep his hands to himself, sweetheart.” he kissed the swell of Pom’s tummy again, smiling like the lovestruck idiot that he was. His face was glowing with affection and love, and every time he looked at Dem, his gaze softened, for him. “I’m glad she’s coming. You’re exhausted, baby. You need to sleep. And eat.” he whispered, pulling his hand to his mouth to kiss it. “Have you eaten anything today?” he asked, mouthing at the bone in his wrist.

July

Dem huffed a small laugh. “She didn’t listen to me and,” he looked up at the clock, “she should be about half way here by now.” He smiled at their girl, watching her wiggle and squirm at the touches. He poked Evan’s stomach back, looking down at their daughter. “Dad’s a loser, you see him?” He tickled her belly a little. “Are you excited to met your Nona? She’s so excited to meet you!”

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“That girl has strong hips, babe, she’s gonna push that baby right out of her and it’ll be just fine. It took me like half a day to deliver you, you were so fat!” she assured him, swallowing a lump of emotion and Evan pulled back to look at Dem, scrunching up his nose at the mental images, half disturbed, half amused. “--I wanna come see you. Just me.” she said in Italian, aghast that he would try to stop her. “you need me!” she insisted, her excitement palpable, and Evan wondered what she had just said. 

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Dem smiled, squeezing Evan’s thigh, happier when his mother was on the phone. “Mama,” he tried to get her attention. “We’re gonna be in Paris soon, once she’s a month old. We’ll send you lots of pictures but that’s too much for everyone to come visit. We’ll invite people over or go over so everyone can see. I don’t want to overwhelm Pom.” He chewed on his lip. “I’m so nervous..”

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Pom made a little high pitched screaming noise and Evan kissed her mouth and then her forehead and the top of her head, basking in her warmth and the sweet baby-scent she exuded; there was a hint of vanilla, too, and it made him think that she kind of looked like an actual creampuff herself. “Nope, I’m great. Golden.” he grinned, his eyes rounding while he stared at their girl, his heart beating harder while he played with her hand, kissing her fingers. Dem ran his finger down her foot and she smacked her lips a little, her tiny hand moving to her eye, which made a bout of laughter trickle from his mouth, and he kissed her tummy, his smile growing when he blinked over at Dem. “--where’s your mom, loser?” he teased him, reaching over the baby to pinch the taut line of his stomach prior to poking at it, flushed with a blush and a goofy grin, and amused.

July

Dem smiled at the sight of his husband and their baby. “Not in front of the little one,” he murmured into the kiss. He watched Evan interact with her and how much she loved her father. She had a little hair already, dark, like his own. Her eyes were large and round, still a little darker than his own, but he was hoping they’d light up over her first year. Sophie had green, so either way he’d be happy with her eyes. She was so tiny still. “I’m okay. Are you still tired?” He tickled her toes a little, smiling at her giggles.

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“--hey, Lena.” Evan greeted her, his smile hastening at the sound of her voice, wet with emotion, her accent thicker than it normally was, too; half her words were in Italian, half in English, and her tone was drenched with excitement. “--oh, baby, do not be scared, that girl is gonna be just fine!” she said, squealing a little. “--wait!” she told someone in the background, and then there was a stream of chatter in Italian, followed by Isabelle yelling about wanting to leave as soon as possible. “ah cuore mio, are you okay?” she asked a little breathlessly while she struggled to put her robe on with one hand, and Evan smiled, leaning his forehead against the peak of Dem’s shoulder.

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Dem rubbed his thigh lightly. “I know you do baby,” he chuckled a little. “It’ll be soon.. I hope. I’m excited to meet our little girl. She’s gonna be so pretty. Once she’s cleaned up.“ He scrunched his nose a little, but really he didn’t care much. He just wanted their daughter. When his phone went off he looked at it wide eyed, nodding. He answered the phone and held it between the pair. “Hey Mom! We’re at the hospital. Sophie is in there right now with her mom. We’re terrified.” He chuckled a little, nervously.

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Evan smiled, slow and fond, his heart stirring at the sight of them--god, he was so in love, all smiles and long, affectionate glances, a pile of emotional mush for them, mellowed out and softened; his face was glowing, too, and he bit his lower lip to stave off a goofy grin, drawing both of them into their safe little nest of blankets and pillows. He kissed Dem back, his tongue unfurling to lick out at his lower lip at his leisure before ultimately pressing his mouth to his chin and lavishing it in slow, sweet little kisses, and then, he was dipping lower to kiss the baby, too, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes to savor her scent--fresh and sweet and so uniquely hers. She cooed and made little gurgling noises with her tongue, and he smiled harder, moving a finger to hold her tiny hand, his eyes round with unfathomable amounts of love. “--are you tired, baby?” he asked Dem, his voice low and quiet, looking up at him while he kissed their baby’s hand, his free hand moving to caress the hard line of his jaw in a display of absolute adoration.

July

Dem rocked the little girl on his shoulder as he walked, smiling at Evan who had been napping. “Hey Daddy,” he carefully got up on the bed, Pom making little faces, but squealing when she saw Evan. She was almost a week hold and surprisingly a good sleeper. Dem was too excited to actually sleep. He was already accustomed to lack of sleep that when she woke up it didn’t even phase him. He was excited to be able to spent more time with their little girl. She was so small in his arms.

“Look who I found,” he tickled her belly a little, cartoons on in the background, lying her in front of them. “Did someone have a good nap,” he turned his attention to his husband, leaning over to kiss him.