#Caleb thoughts

[xavistarlight]

My strong girl

you were his baby first ⭑.ᐟ

Pairing - caleb x fem!reader

Your pregnancy had been pretty smooth sailing

Labor however, not so much it was an exhausting , grueling process stripping you of every ounce of energy you had.

Just as you welcomed your daughter into the world you ended up passing out, luckily enough your baby girl was healthy and the doctors amounted your fainting spell to sheer exhaustion although they did need to run some tests on you and etc , kicking Caleb out of the room while doing so .

Caleb’s foot taps nervously hands clenched waiting for the clear to go back in, as he sits he notices Jenna, Tara and a couple of your other friends searching around.

“ hey guys, rooms over here” Caleb waves.

“ excuse me sir , you’re clear to go back In” a nurse politely informs Caleb.

He nods nervously “ thanks so much”

As Caleb opens the door he sees you smiling from ear to ear, a masked exhaustion lingering under your eyes. a chunky baby in hand with the prettiest lavender eyes he had ever seen an exact copy and paste of his.

You’re waving her hand with yours , slightly chuckling, like the idea of the hour old baby waving is the funniest thing you’ve seen .

Your friends funnel quickly around him carefully but swiftly running over to coo , and ahh at the baby.

But Caleb notices you.

Memories flash quickly through his mind .

Like how when you were fifteen you’d found a stray puppy , picking it up and holding its paw fake waving at Caleb

“ Caleb look, isn’t she the cutest”

Or when you were 8 still playing with the plushy he had bought you for your birthday.

“ Mr sparkles introduce yourself to Caleb , don’t be rude !”

You’d said sternly grabbing the soft paw of the plush bunny and waving it around at him.

His eyes softened that little girl still lives inside you he sees glimpses of her in the little mundane things you do everyday, and she deserves to be seen loved cherished and cared for as well.

“ pips you okay honey , you did so good angel she’s perfect so proud of you”

He caresses your forehead, “ my strong girl”

Your eyes meet his , the words oh too familiar

Echoing in your head a vision of you with a scraped knee and Caleb applying a bandaid appears.

“ my strong girl”

Everyone had came to see the baby but your husband came to see you.

you were his baby first.

Every phase of your life he had been there for molded you into the person you are today the person in front of him right now, the mother of his child , the light of his life.

[calebsdog]

do you know what is a headcanon that i would love to see? caleb with mc who is a classical soprano. i can definitely imagine her being in her high school productions. of course, thanks to her beautiful voice, she ended up getting so many admirers, much to caleb's pride and jealousy. this culminated when she was singing at the conservatorium and concerts. it will definitely sound as if she was a beautiful angel.

Caleb remembers the days when your singing was for him alone. Late nights where he would hold you in his arms, indulging you with tuneless lullabies. Back then, he'd pinch your cheeks when you complained, daring you to do a better job.

Perhaps, you had wanted to spite him. How else did you grow to have such talent? As you grew, it was Caleb who wanted to be soothed to sleep by the sound of your voice. Yet, he was always too enchanted to close his eyes.

If it was his choice, Caleb would have kept your talent all to himself. This wasn't an entirely selfish desire on his part. You have always been shy. Caleb was the only one you had the courage to sing in front of.

It was Gran who pushed you out of your shell. The elderly woman overheard you one day, playing in the attic. Humming for Caleb as he rest his head in your lap.

She discovered a caterpillar blossoming in its cocoon. And she forced you to spread your delicate wings in front of the world. Something so beautiful should be shared, after all.

"Pipsqueak?" Now, years later, you still freeze up before each performance. You have the voice of an angel. Bold, beautiful, a captivating melody all were drawn to. But, at heart, you were an anxious little creature.

"Hey." Caleb sits down on the edge of your bed. Gran was waiting in the driveway, warming up the car before you head out. It won't take long for her to come back inside and rush you out the door. But that wasn't why Caleb was here.

"Come on, talk to me. Why are you nervous?" He carefully guides you to lean to the side. Until your head rests against his shoulder, using his body as a pillow.

"It's just... What if I mess up? When I perform, everyone's eyes are on me. A hundred people will see even the slightest mistake-"

"Why does that matter?" Caleb interrupts you before that line of thought can go any further.

"I'd never let anyone bully you. It doesn't matter how big of a mistake you make up there. I'll be in the crowd, making sure everyone keeps their fat mouths shut."

Tilting his head, Caleb presses his nose into your hair. It wasn't fair that everyone felt entitled to your voice. That Gran would pressure you into performing in front of your entire school. Meanwhile, your poor heart nearly bursts from anxiety every time.

But, as nervous as you get, you never back down. Caleb offers himself as a safety net before every performance. If you don't want to go, then don't. He'll take care of everything. You don't have to explain yourself in front of these people.

It's an offer you have yet to accept.

"Forget everyone else. It doesn't matter what they think, pipsqueak. Don't even look at them. Keep your eyes on me. As long as you don't look away, it'll be just like old times. You in the attic singing your heart out with just me watching."

[comatosebunny09]

The little pockets of fat under Caleb’s eyes make him that much more disarming. Imagine seeing this guy waiting at a subway station, thinking, ‘Oh, he looks like a sweet person. Lemme ask him for directions.’ And before you know it, dude’s become a part of your life, and is bumping off everyone who’s ever wronged you while you’re living in ignorant bliss. He couldn’t possibly do anything wrong. Not when he looks like that.

[keypostos]

caleb is the biggest advocate of happy wife = happy life.

in the morning, he waits for you to wake up so he can attack your face with kisses. he starts by smoothing out your hair, poking at your cheeks, and running his fingers across your lips.

your giggles are worth missing that extra hour of sleep anyway.

he plants kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, and finalizes with a brief kiss on your lips, leaving you to rush in for one more. and who is he to deny his wife?

okay—technically—his girlfriend. but still.

after your slow morning, caleb decides to take you out for lunch. he holds you close when you walk; his arm is wrapped around your shoulder the entire time. when he feels you lean into him for more (of his body warmth, but he doesn’t have to know that), caleb explodes. he probably runs hotter after that too.

he leads you through grocery stores (“do you think we need this for the fridge?”), flower shops (“caleb, i think this would look great on our dresser”), and the tire shop (“pipsqueak, you really need to get these tires fixed. good thing you can always rely on me, though!”).

you browse for things to make his apartment more homey. he looks for items to stock your (our—as caleb likes to say) fridge with. you joke and bicker and hide your heads when you get stares from older ladies for being too loud. you’ll laugh about this when you get home.

later, for dinner, caleb decides he’ll cook for you at home with the groceries he bought today. he made a new special tonight: some kind of pasta with chicken.

and no matter how many times you insisted on helping, caleb used his evol to push you back onto the couch. but, when you snuck over to him and grabbed his waist, he surrendered. any reasonable man would. how could he not surrender when you nuzzled into him, begging him to let you do something.

at dinner, he cut up your chicken and fed you until you started making pregnancy jokes. what a dream that would be, caleb thought.

then, at night (probably 10pm), you two start heading to bed. caleb hops in the shower with you (“could this be my reward for cooking for you today?”) and runs his hand through your hair; shampoos and conditions it; rubs body wash all over you; and rinses you off.

you repeat the same actions to him, except you like to mess with him ten times more. you rub soap everywhere, but you paid special attention to his abs. and biceps.

though, caleb didn’t say a single thing. he had to fight back the urge to smirk when your hands rubbed up and down his arms. this might’ve been heaven for him.

when you got out, you asked (begged) if you could shave for him. caleb had been growing a bit of stubble, and you’ve always expressed your interest in shaving him since he started growing hair.

so he props you up on the bathroom sink, standing in between your legs while you carefully run the razor up and down his jaw. you’re so gentle with him—much gentler than he usually is when shaving himself.

your fingers prod all over his jawline and cheeks. your featherlight touch sends sparks all over his face, and he can’t help but break out into a smile (even when you scold him). scratch what he said before—this is heaven to him.

when you’re done, you analyze his face as if he’s a sculpture. you trace your fingertips down the slope of his jaw; the high rise of his cheekbones, and over his lips for fun. he playfully tries to bite your finger before you swat at him.

the two of you brush your teeth, and you already know caleb will be bumping hips with you throughout the whole process. what should take two minutes turns into ten—with both you and caleb messing with each other by tickling, pinching, or hugging.

once you two are in bed, your face is pressed into caleb’s chest. he rests his chin on top of your head, and you feel his breaths coming down on you. when you look up at him with glowing, love-sick eyes, caleb presses kisses all over the top of your head.

you angle yourself up slightly, and caleb perks up eyebrow in suspicion. even in the dark, caleb can tell you’re smiling when you push yourself up and kiss him on the lips. it’s a deep kiss: one where you’re thanking him, trying to please him, and loving him all at once.

caleb is on you instantly, with one hand holding your face and the other cradling the small of your back. he puts all of the energy he has left into the kiss, before pulling away and slumping his head on the pillow like a love-starved dog.

“thank you. for today,” you murmur, inching yourself closer to him. “i appreciate everything you do for me,” you press one more kiss onto his lips before you fall into the hands of sleep, “i love you, caleb.”

oh yeah, caleb thinks, happy wife, happy life.

i wrote this in 30 mins can u tell

also idk what’s up w my borders im writing this on my phone so they’re a bit janky loll sorry

[umamaki]

Caleb who is just so fucking big that he has trouble physically fitting into your life. He’s as buff as he is tall, and as hot as it makes him, it’s becoming an inconvenience to you both. Good luck having him over if you own anything less than a king bed. Despite the amount of times his weight alone has split the bedframe, you still haven’t upgraded your sleeping situation. Even laying on his side he’s taking up more than half your mattress. You will typically lay on top of him, but even that gets uncomfortable after a while. Especially after he’s just fucked you to oblivion, assuredly leaving your entire lower half sore for the next day or three. You’ll wake up in the morning somehow underneath him, being suffocated from his huge biceps having unknowingly wrapping themselves around your small frame. Not to mention that his shoulders alone practically measure the width of your shower. He’s just too big. You don’t even entertain the idea of shower sex at your apartment. The glass panes let you watch him struggle to bend down to just get his head under the showerhead, and you feel like some sort of voyer watching him. It’s perverted, it’s creepy. Yet it’s extremely arousing, the way he barely fits into a shower you use so comfortably. And all you can do is watch him and wait until he comes out to finally satisfy your heat.

[aomiiine]

caleb + fem!reader warning(s) -> nsfw MDNI, not proofread, breeding, doggy style, shooting blanks, cumflation/cum bulge, implied marathon sex

small thought but it seems to me in my mind that caleb would fuck you doggy style on his bed, cum multiple times inside you until the last load, he leans down the arch of your back to nuzzle up by your ear for a teasing comment. But then the cherry on top would be his arm scooping under your body, lifting you off the bed just enough to give room for his hand to rub your lower belly where he pumped you full to the brim, long slender fingers tracing his name over the bulge he made from his semen, along with some pussy drunk hearts.

Then he pushes your face back onto his pillow once he decides your little chest heaving break is done to force his cock back and forth into your cum filled pussy even though he knows he has nothing left to shoot inside you. He keeps going just to see you break beneath him, until you’d feel ghosts of his hot cum making you twitch and sob feeling as if he’s filling you again even though he came dry

[xavistarlight]

Thinking about dad Caleb letting his insecurities get the best of him.

Caleb x fem!reader

So we all know Caleb has his insecurities over his looks maybe looking too average compared to others, his hair color, freckles etc.

Caleb always hoped his daughter would come out a little version of you mostly because he couldn’t wait to care for a mini version of you , but deep inside his heart slightly because he didn’t want his daughter to suffer with the insecurities that he does.

So safe to say when you gave birth and your daughter came out a spitting image of Caleb.

( his stubborn genes to be blamed ) he was worried , he wasn’t disappointed not even in the slightest he’d gotten the daughter he had always dreamed of and loved her to bits he just didn’t want her to suffer at the hands of him.

Caleb was usually the one to do your daughter’s hair , not because you couldn’t but because it was something he enjoyed, when you were younger he had always done your hair for school, little twists and bows and cute rubber band filled hairstyles and it was sweet to see him replicate the styles on your daughter.

“ Anddd all done ! “ he exclaims as he ties the last rubber band into the little girls hair.

Today was Valentine’s Day and the preschool your daughter is in , is doing a special party to celebrate so obviously Caleb took it upon himself to make sure his baby girl was the best dressed there ( she was already the cutest either way)

“ look mama papa put a heart in my hair , look look !!!” Your daughter excitedly runs over to you in the kitchen to show you her Valentine’s Day hair style and outfit.

She had her long ash brown hair half up half down, with two braids conjoining together to make a heart , completed with a red ribbon to match her red dress. She does a spin just as clumsy as you she’s unsteady on her feet slightly to happy to notice.

“ careful love bug “ Caleb walks behind her letting out a chuckle.

“ I���m okay daddy! “ she sticks a thumb up and smiles with a toothy grin , reminding you exactly of Caleb when he was around her age. She had the spunk of you , and the goofy nature of Caleb.

She was perfect.

Caleb taps his foot excitedly, holding your hand in his.

This is his favorite part of the day , school pick up time. Getting his girl back getting to hear all of her child like rambles about all the things she did today , the things she learned and he specifically enjoyed how she was always the first one to dart out to be engulfed in a hug by her mama and papa.

But .. something was off she wasn’t excitedly running out today , and her usually sparkly lavender eyes full of excitement looked like they held pure sadness.

Confused as ever u and Caleb give each other a glance.

Once she gets to the car she’s silent

“ baby girl please talk to us we’re worried” you state as she looks at you through her eyelashes tears forming on her waterline and welling up in her eyes.

The.. kids at school … said im ugly she sniffles between every sentence.

Calebs biggest fear personified

You look over at him an almost unreadable expression on his face, unreadable if you didn’t know him like the back of your hand, he’s fighting with his inner thoughts.

“ baby you know that’s not true daddy tells you every day how beautiful of a girl you are and not only that how beautiful of a heart you have “

Caleb is brought back to the delivery room when he scanned his daughters face , sparkly lavender eyes looking up at him the color all him but the shape all you , the cutest button nose that reminded him of the one he had kissed countless times. And faint freckles already slightly visible that would darken with age. The same freckles you would count before you went to sleep.

That’s when he realized there was no need to be insecure, love had brought you her a beautiful daughter made up of the features both of you adored about each other. A daughter made up of the sheer adoration you two have for each other.

“ my angel , don’t ever let someone else’s mindset of what’s beautiful cloud your judgment. You’re a careful blend of two people who absolutely adore each other me and your mama, two people who find each other even more beautiful with each passing day. You’re a part of us a fragment of our love and that’s beautiful all in its own way isn’t it hm”

He gently caressed the side of her chubby cheek.

You watched the whole conversation and interaction, it was almost as if while he was teaching her he had also come to the realization himself and there was just something so beautiful about that.

While your daughter was still little she most likely didn’t understand every exact meaning of what he said she was still emotionally in-tune finally breaking and letting out sobs.

You and Caleb both give each other knowing smiling hugging her. Giving her the affection you two never had as children. Somehow healing inner wounds by parenting your own child.

Later that night

“ goodnight my tiny pipsqueak “ he kisses the grown of her head

Closing the door quietly behind himself he meets you by the door

“ you know Caleb, your an amazing dad and I’m so lucky she has you.. we’re both lucky to have you”

“ I think I’m the lucky one here “ he giggles your awkward Caleb never being able to take a compliment.

He’s taken aback as you reach up too leave scattered kiss all over his face

“ tickles.. whatcha doin pips “

“ kissing every single one of my prettiest boys freckles, i think he deserved to hear what you told our baby girl tonight. all those years ago “

He breaks down slightly in your arms, more vulnerable reminding u he’s the same boy he’s always been. Your pretty boy , your Caleb.

[calebsdog]

When he was a teen Caleb went on a hunt for his first cologne. He goes through a bunch of different test sized bottles in an attempt to find his perfect match.

One morning before they left for school he was freshening up. His morning routine went by a lot faster than yours. Deeming him the first to go to the bathroom to get ready. Standing in front of the mirror Caleb scrubs his teeth.

Walking by the cracked door, still half asleep, your nose twitches as it catches an unfamiliar scent. A lot of the cologne brands Caleb has gone through have irritated your nostrils. The unreasonably powderful scents attempting to be masculine just gave you a headache.

"Keep that one," you call out quietly, continuing your slow journey to the kitchen. "I like it."

Caleb never buys a new brand of cologne after that day. He wears it through the rest of high-school, while he was away for college, even after the explosion. It becomes the scent you naturally associate with Caleb.

Caleb makes sure to spray on a little extra on dates, special occasions, and especially the day of your wedding.

[sourpeachsayshi]

cw consensual somno

sometimes, you’ll wake up in the morning, panties tugged to the side, with caleb’s cock filling you to the brim - he just sleeps so much better when you’re both so close. or you’ll wake up and notice his hand is trapped between your legs, probably from rubbing you out because you’re actually his favorite stress toy. sometimes you’ll wake up to your top pulled above your chest, your titty basically hanging out of his mouth while he’s fast asleep on your chest.

you know how bad his nightmares can be and how restless he is to go to sleep.

but that’s what you’re here for, and you told him that would do anything to help take care of him <3

[calebxia]

can’t read about caleb being with anyone but mc bc I’M mc and im jealous too 💕

[mihanisms]

words can't explain how badly i love it when caleb's freak is matched in fics.

cause me, personally? his behavior is not new, baby get in shotgun with the rest of the obsessively possessive characters i'm insane about in the backseats. i will match his freak. dare i say OUTDO his freak.

he wants to lock us up to keep us safe, to keep us his, to completely eliminate any and all possible threats? dude, his fried chicken is fucking bomb. and he's rich. and handsome. and buff. and soooo hot. he's our childhood friend who's done everything for us, dedicated his entire being to making sure we're kept safe and content, literally built his personality to perfectly slot into ours and you're saying....no? you'd have to rip me away from the door of his house with how long i would never come out of it.

he's freaky in bed? even better!! whatever he wants to do is fine, as long as it's reciprocated. he wants to fuck doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, any and every position for how many hours because he's stressed? missed you after he came back from a week-long mission? got horny from seeing your bite-ridden thighs walking around the house? sure, fine, a great time — and now you have him on the bed, writhing with every lick you give to his oversensitive cock. he's panting out your name, wanting to be consumed by your touch as much as he wants to drown you in his, and you take full advantage of this.

you remember how he was able to cuff you 4 days ago and edge you until you were crying and begging for release, and give him the exact same treatment. if he resists? well, he can't ever say no when you look up at him with those wide eyes, pressing your chest against his, and shit, was that a lace bralette peeking out from under your shirt- before he knows it, he's being led away by you with a hazy, dreamy look on his face. he's fucking whipped.

tldr; caleb is a character made for freaks like me. i love him so much

[snoevergarden]

Imagine Caleb returning after almost a year and seeing you from across the street. He's in his colonel uniform, sunglasses on. But he doesn't look your way.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings of both joy and anxiety, you run up to him and grab his hands. “Caleb..is that really you?.” He looks at you, takes off his glasses. It is him.

“Caleb! Where have y-” “You're mistaken.” he pulls back his hand from you, harshly. “Such a bother,” he mumbles to himself and walks away, not looking back at you.

Your whole world crumbled. You just stood there, watching his back disappear from you once again as it did a year ago.

The doorbell rings back in your apartment. Life has been so hard for you lately. Who could it be at this hour?

The door opened and the last person you expected to see was there. Caleb, still in his uniform. His eyes soft just like your old Caleb. That stern expression gone.

“It's me I'm..” “Why are you here?” Heat rose up in your cheeks, hot tears formed making your vision blurry. “Please, I can expl-”

A cry could be heard from the corner of the apartment. You ran from there, leaving the door open and Caleb standing. He followed a little behind you, tension filling him.

A little peak in the room and all the color from his face drained. “Shh it's alright. Mama's here,” you cooed rocking the baby.

Caleb's breath became heavy. His hands shaking. The baby's eyes, similar to his purple ones. Hair as dark as his.

“We..” His eyes went from the baby to you. “You were pregnant?.”

Silence filled up the room. Only the cooing from your baby could be heard.

“You should leave.” You looked away from him, holding your baby tightly. “But-” “Caleb please.” For the first time he looked into your eyes. Pain and anger filled them.

He knew you were hurt from the encounter earlier, but he did it to protect you.

But you had a baby? His baby? All alone. You must've gone through so much. When did you know? Why didn't you tell him? Did you come to know after he...left?

No wonder you looked so worn out, so tired. But even then, you were the most beautiful to him. He was finally home, to you. To the child he had with you.

But are you willing to forgive him? To give him one more chance to show you how much you mean to him and that he will never leave you again.

Ever.

Pt 2

A lot of Caleb angst drabbles in my mind lately. Excuse the writing if it's sort of out of place, not proofread.

[artificialhaunts]

Have you seen his cat? Now you have!

[ariadne-mouse]

In c2e115, Liam describes Caleb's room as having nondescript furniture and no stained glass, proclaimed by Jester as "boring", a striking contrast from the thoughtfully designed rooms of the rest of the Mighty Nein. Caleb waves it off at the time as having spent a lot of time on the other rooms, so there was no time left for his. But zooming out, as I recall plenty of meta at the time did, the tower is an expression of Caleb's love for his friends, and the lack of attention on his own room suggestive of him not extending love towards himself. Knowing from Liam that Essek shares his room now, I like to think he has learned to invest in his own space - even if using the bridge of catering to Essek's needs there at first - and landed on a design that is Caleb Widogast's too.

[pocketgalaxies]

cannot imagine being caleb widogast btw and having such a fixed view of yourself as this irredeemable monstrous man who wishes for nothing more than to atone for the unatonable while also questioning whether you even deserve to live long enough to do so and then befriending this girl who is notorious for never sparing anyone's feelings when she has something to say and has, since you've known her, intentionally rebuilt herself from the ground up into someone who is real and direct and honest even when it hurts, and for her to lean forward and look into your eyes and say, with a magnitude of brutal honesty that only she could muster, that it Wasn't Your Fault.

[xavistarlight]

Late night projects

Pairing: Caleb x fem!reader

“ so basically I go to drop willow off and this random lady is like, “ well nice to see you finally, isn’t her dad usually the one to drop her off”

Caleb lays next to you in the bed completely enthralled in the story.

Basically trying to say I’m like too caught up with work or whatever , I mean Caleb she should be so glad I have a kid now because If this was me like a couple years ago I would’ve beat her a-

Suddenly you hear rustling coming from the closet

You and Caleb both look at each other confused

And then out from the top of the shelf she had climbed comes your daughter willow.

Caleb quickly uses his evol to stop her mid air from falling to the ground.

“ munchkin?! Baby what are you doing climbing in the closet you could’ve gotten hurt”

And at that she bursts in to tears

from behind her back she pulls out the kindergarten family tree project she had spent all weekend working on, covered in glue and glitter. And probably another layer of glue and glitter where she had seemingly tried to fix it.

“ I’m … sorry … mama and papa I didn’t mean to mess it up” she can barely catch her words in between

“ oh honey” you give her a sympathetic look it always hurt to see your baby cry even if it was over seemingly trival things it’s what is important to her right now. Which in turn meant it was important to you and Caleb.

And that’s how your little family ended up here.

Walking hand in hand, willow in the middle. Into the linkon city craft and supply store.

Caleb grabbed the poster board , while you and willow grabbed the glue and some fancy stickers

Finally meeting back in line to check out Caleb notices willow still looks disappointed in herself

“ you know little one , mama had this sameee exact thing happen to her when she was around your age”

Willow looked up at Caleb big round lavender eyes ready to listen to every word.

A mirror image of what Caleb looked like listening to your story earlier in bed.

“ except , guess what mama didn’t think to tell anyone and dada found her project crumpled up in her backpack , dada had to spend all night redoing it while mama slept peacefully in bed “

Willow gasps

“ MAMA that’s so bad” she looks at you giggling

You finally see her sparkle come back to her eyes so you let Caleb telling the embarrassing story slide, you’d let him tell it a thousand times if it meant seeing that smile and giggle from your baby girl .

“ don’t let dada fool you, he skipped a couple classes just to bring me lunch “

Caleb pokes your cheek

“And who’s fault is that hm, a pipsqueak I know who never keeps track of her meals”

The family giggles the whole way out of the store and on the car ride home.

Caleb was a firm believer that helping someone with there school work was not equal to doing it for them

This totally used tick you off when you were little stubborn math equations you know he knew the answer too but used them as a learning lesson.

But as you’ve gotten older you completely understand why he did that, and that’s why you sit here now with Caleb and willow.

Caleb helping her glue pieces here and there when her fingers get sticky, or helping her sound out words to figure out how to spell them but never influencing her ideas. This project is all your baby girl.

“ here’s the photo tin you were trying to reach earlier munchkin” you come over to the table placing down a tin full of photos over the years.

This tin mostly holds photos of you and Caleb growing up , while the pink photo book next to it is willows baby book with all her pictures.

You look through some of the countless photos feelings stirring in your mind.

Her family tree would always be incomplete, she just had you and Caleb.

While she would have to watch other children with there full family trees, grandmas that spoiled them , cousins and aunts and uncles all willow had was her parents.

Later that night after you had put willow to bed Caleb notices your mind spinning circles.

“ whats goin on up there in that pretty head pip”

“ Caleb.. do you ever think we’re selfish for having willow, we’re all she has. You don’t come from a family I don’t either she’ll never know what thats like”

Caleb caresses your face before replying

“ no baby , never we’re giving her what we never had, do you see her baby album down there it’s bursting full of memories even before she was born, she’s so loved and so wanted and it shows in the girl she’s becoming”

Your eyes tear up at his response he’s right.

“ I love this little family we’ve created” you say sleepily

“ me too pip , me too” Caleb kisses your nose softly.