#caleb pull

[kissandtellus]

Prepare for Takeoff

Synopsis: Caleb is still as in love with MC as he was pre-kids, back when they were younger and deep in love. He doesn’t plan on changing, ever.

Warnings: Fluff, breeding, pregnancy, light choking, overstim.

The tarmac runway of Farspace Fleet's military base thrummed with activity as military planes and fighter jets roared overhead, the sound echoing like thunder through the air.

Caleb stood at the edge of the landing strip, his boots planted firmly on the ground as fellow recruits and commanders saluted him in passing. The bright late afternoon sun beat down on his back and caused him to squint.

He was just about to head back to the locker room when he heard a familiar cry ring out across the air.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Recognizing the high-pitched voice, Caleb turned around just in time to see a small tornado of energy barreling towards him.

A beaming smile immediately broke across his face, the weariness he felt from the training disappearing almost instantly.

"There’s my little man!" Caleb chuckled as he crouched down and spread wide his arms, ready to welcome his little 3 year old boy into a tight, loving embrace.

The boy leaped into his father's arms, burying his face into Caleb's chest. His small arms and legs were wrapped tightly around his dad’s waist, like a koala clinging onto a tree branch, as if the very act of holding on would ground him to his father for all eternity.

Caleb straightened up, wrapping his arms around the child in return, holding him close and steady. He chuckled, running a hand through the boy's messy hair.

"What are you doing here, huh? Shouldn’t you be with mommy?"

As if on cue, MC came waddling as fast as she could while cradling her 5 month belly. “Atlas! I told you to wait for me.” She huffed, but her face softened when she saw the scene in front of her.

Caleb looked up and saw MC approaching, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hoisted his son up easily, resting the boy on his broad shoulders. The boy’s legs dangled on either side of Caleb's head playfully.

Caleb met MC’s gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of fondness and pride. “Atlas wanted to surprise his old man, didn’t he?” he said, affection evident in his voice.

MC shook her head, but a soft smile still lingered on her lips. She let out a small sigh, her hand instinctively moving to rub her heavily pregnant belly. "He's getting too big for his own good."

She looked at her son, perched on his father's shoulders like a little king, and reached out to gently tap the tip of his nose. "And you, young man, need to listen to mommy."

Atlas giggled in response, sticking out his tongue at his mother.

Atlas squealed and kicked his feet. “Daddy! Can I sit in your jet? I promise to be really good!”

Caleb chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, and looked up at his son perched high on his shoulders. "You want to sit in Daddy's jet, huh?"

Atlas nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, please! I'll be so good, I promise!"

Caleb pretended to consider the request, tilting his head thoughtfully to the side. "Hmm...I don't know. My jet's pretty complicated for a little boy like you. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"I'm big enough! I'm three and a half!" Atlas protested, puffing out his cheeks in protest.

Caleb laughed, the sound booming through the air. "Well, you've got me there. Three and a half is practically an adult."

MC just rolled her eyes at the banter, gently shaking her head. "You're encouraging him. You know he's going to want to fly the jet now, right?"

Caleb shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, I'm just instilling a love for aviation in the next generation. It's never too early to start."

He reached up and grabbed one of Atlas's little feet, giving it a playful tug. "But if you want to sit in my jet, you need to promise to listen to every word I say. Safety first, buddy. Understood?"

"Jet! Jet!"

Atlas chanted, kicking his legs back and forth in the air.

MC couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. Even at three, he looked so much like Caleb, from the same bright purple eyes and dimples to the same cheeky grin. And just as stubborn too, it seemed.

"All right, all right, settle down." Caleb chuckled again, trying to calm his over-excited son. He looked at his wife, an eyebrow raised in silent question.

She sighed dramatically, although there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Oh, go ahead. But if he turns the autopilot on and takes it for a joy-ride, I'm telling them it's all your fault."

"And here I was, thinking you actually trusted me." Caleb feigned hurt, his lips curving into a playful pout.

He adjusted Atlas on his shoulders before starting to walk towards the hangar where the jets were parked. "You coming, Pipsqueak?" He called back to MC over his shoulder.

MC rolled her eyes once again, but followed them nonetheless, her hands protectively cradling her belly.

When they reached the hangar, she hung back by the entrance, leaning against the side of the wall as she watched her husband and son approach one of the sleek fighter jets.

Atlas was absolutely enthralled by the sight of the jet. He stared at it with wide eyes, almost falling off Caleb's shoulders in excitement.

Caleb laughed, quickly steadying his son before he could take a tumble. "Careful, sprout. You can't pilot the jet if you're flat on your face."

He gently lifted the boy off his shoulders, setting him down on the ground in front of the jet. Atlas immediately reached out to touch the cool metal of the belly of the jet, his little hand tracing the insignia of Farspace Fleet's emblem.

"Daddy, how does it fly?" Atlas asked, looking up at Caleb with curious eyes.

Caleb crouched down to be eye level with his son. "Well, kiddo, it's all about science. You see, the engines at the back create a lot of force, which pushes the jet forward. And the wings at the side help it stay in the air. It's pretty neat, huh?"

Caleb’s eyes softened as he saw the sheer awe on his face. "You like it, huh?"

Atlas nodded vigorously, his hand still running along the length of the jet, as if trying to commit every detail to memory. Caleb ruffled his hair once again, a look of pride on his face. "That's a Black Star. Fastest fighter we have, and the one I fly."

"Wow!"

Caleb chuckled again at his son's reaction. "Not bad for a beginner, huh? But this baby right here..." He patted the jet affectionately. "...is just for grown-ups," he said with a mock stern tone.

Atlas looked up at him, pouting just like his mother. "Why?"

"Because you have to be a certain age and rank to fly it. And you're still too little for now." Caleb explained, ruffling the boy's hair again.

“Andddd little pilots who miss dinner time don’t get dessert. That’s why daddy hasn’t had ice cream in a very long time.” MC cheekily says, stroking Atlas’ dark hair out of his face.

"Hey! I did not miss dinner time!"

Caleb protested, feigning offense, though the twinkle in his eyes showed that he was enjoying the banter. He stood up, dusting off his knees.

Atlas giggled, clearly enjoying the banter between his parents.

MC rolled her eyes dramatically again, but her smirk showed she was just kidding. "Sure you didn't, Colonel. And I'm the Queen of Farspace."

But when they are alone that night, Caleb is sure to treat his wife like a queen.

Once the house is quiet and Atlas is safely tucked in bed, Caleb loses no time in carrying MC to their bedroom. He lays her gently on the bed, his uniform already halfway unbuttoned. Kneeling between her legs, he removes her panties slowly, revealing her swollen belly and glistening folds.

He runs his gloved hands up her thighs, parting them wider. Caleb leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her mons before trailing his lips down to her entrance. He inhales her scent deeply, his breath hot against her core. “You smell like heaven, love."

MC covers her face with the back of her hand. “C-Caleb that’s so….dirty.” She blushes.

Caleb smirks against her skin, his gloved fingers parting her folds to reveal her soaked, swollen clit. He flicks his tongue out, circling the sensitive nub slowly. “Dirty? Or just a husband worshipping his pregnant wife?"

MC gives a short nod, her throat bobbing as he hooks one of her legs over his shoulder to open her up wider.

He hums in approval at her submission, then dives in again, this time flat against her center. His tongue explores every inch of her folds, circling her clit slowly before slipping lower to rim her entrance. He's deliberate and gentle, knowing just how sensitive she is in her current state.

He spreads her wider with his hands, his thumbs hooking inside her thighs. He can see how swollen and needy she is, her juices coating her inner thighs. "God, Pipsqueak." He mutters before covering her core entirely with his mouth, sucking softly like he would a ripe fruit.

MC mewls, her hips bucking off the bed as she desperately covers her mouth so they won’t wake Atlas.

He notices her move to muffle her sounds and smirks against her center. He replaces his finger with his tongue, lapping at her clit with long, slow licks. His hands grip her hips, holding her in place as he eats her out with relish.

Her mewls grow louder despite muffling her mouth. He can feel she's close. Suddenly inspired, he adds a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot while continuing to lick her clit fervently. "Come for me, love," he muffles against her pussy.

He slowly pulls his finger out, watching her carefully. He knows she's sensitive now but he can't resist one more taste. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to her swollen clit before pulling back to admire his handiwork.

MC moans softly, reaching down to the front of his uniform pants to paw at his aching length. “I need you inside. Please?”

His eyes flash with desire. He quickly unbuckles his pants, freeing himself. He's hard as steel, already leaking pre-cum. Seeing MC like this - pregnant and needy - drives him wild. He positions himself between her thighs and slams home in one smooth stroke.

MC arches her back, taking him to the hilt. They both groan softly, careful not to wake Atlas. Caleb begins to move slowly, his hips rolling in gentle circles. He's careful not to be too rough, knowing she's sensitive and pregnant. Instead, he focuses on pressing deep.

He watches her carefully as he thrusts, his hands gently holding her hips. He's hitting that spot deep inside her that always makes her eyes roll back. He leans down to capture her mouth in a soft kiss, swallowing her whimpers as he starts to move a bit faster. "Fuck..."

MC wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her nails dig into his back as she meets his thrusts, her moans growing louder. He silences her with kisses, fucking her slower but deeper, hitting that sweet spot perfectly.

He pulls almost all the way out, then guides her legs up over his shoulders. The new angle allows him to slide even deeper inside her. The change in position makes her gasp. "Shh..." he whispers, covering her mouth with his hand to muffle any noises.

He starts to move faster, his hips snapping forward in quick thrusts. He's hitting that spot with every push, filling her completely. His hand over her mouth muffles her moans as she starts to shake, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “That's it, love. Take it.”

MC wriggles around, almost as if she’s trying to escape his thrust from overstimulation. She’s unfortunately grounded in place with her swollen stomach.

He holds her in place, his strong arms keeping her legs trapped over his shoulders. He starts fucking her mercilessly, his deep thrusts shaking the bed. He's deliberately hitting that overstimulated spot inside her, knowing it drives her wild. “Try running now, baby..." he challenges.

He leans down, his breath hot against her ear. “I'll catch you every time. You're mine to fuck tonight." He picks up the pace, his cock slamming into her harder and faster. Her moans are muffled by his hand but he can feel her body shaking beneath him.

His other hand reaches around to play with her clit, knowing it'll send her over the edge. She tries to push his hand away, but he just laughs softly and keeps going. “Nope. You're going to cum on my dick, pregnant or not."

Tears of pleasure and pain prick her eyes. “C-Caleb!” She cries out behind his hand covering her mouth. “C-Can’tttt!”

He smirks at her weak protests, knowing she's on the verge. His fingers move faster on her clit, pressing down hard. He thrusts deep and stays there, his thick cock stretching her open and applying delicious pressure. “You can and you will."

With a final, hard push of his fingers and a deep thrust of his hips, he sends her spiraling over the edge. She cries out behind his hand, her body convulsing with pleasure. He keeps thrusting slowly, riding out her orgasm and drawing it out as long as possible. “Good girl."

He leans down, his voice a low growl in her ear. “ Take Every. Single. Drop." *His hips move faster, his cock pounding into her with renewed vigor. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he drives deeper into her wet heat. His gloved hand wraps around her throat, applying just enough to make her eyes water.

His grip on her throat tightens slightly as he hits his peak. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself inside her and comes hard, filling her up just like he promised. He stays there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him before pulling out slightly and pushing back in again.

Caleb would keep her barefoot and pregnant with his babies until the end of time. They only needed him.

They would only ever need him.

[deepspace-scenarios]

[scenario/drabble] You = me?

LIs react to you/MC showing up to a date dressed exactly like them.

(Genre: Fluff; tw: mild suggestiveness)

SYLUS 

You stroll in with a suit jacket worn exactly the way he does- draped like a cape, the crow brooch glinting under the dim ambient light of the restaurant. Sylus raises a brow as he takes in your appearance.

"Kitten," he purrs, standing to pull out a chair for you. "Are you mocking me… or tempting me?" His fingers brush the brooch. "Because if it’s the latter, this game ends with that outfit on my floor." 

It sends an electrifying heat coiling deep within you, but you refuse to let your composure slip just yet.

You mimic his posture, chin lifted. "I just wanted to see if I could pull off power better than you." 

He laughs, low and indulgent. "Oh, you do."  

___

XAVIER 

Xavier freezes mid-sip when he sees you in his signature hoodie-and-tee combo, the tea hovering in front of his face as he looks, or rather, stares. His cup clinks when he sets it down.

 "You're… me."  

You wink, copying his serene smile and slipping into the seat opposite him. "Do I look like a fallen star now?"  

He reaches out, fingertips grazing the fabric. "No. You look like everything… everything I love,"  

Then- rare mischief flashes. “You'd look even better with me. At my place, in my be-”

“Xavier!” You yelp, stopping him from finishing what he had to say.

He beams at you. “I meant, napping in a hoodie is very comfortable. So we should try it together,”

___

ZAYNE 

Zayne’s chopsticks pause over his plate when you slide into the booth, dressed in his go-to all-black attire.

His stare lingers on you.

 "…You even got the correct height for the rolled sleeves."  

You adjust imaginary glasses. "Based on observational data, this was the optimal outfit for unconventional seduction."  

A beat. Then- he leans in, his voice a whisper. "Your confidence interval is 100%."  

Your heart flutters in your chest at the way a hint of a smirk grazes his lips.

"Let's eat now, otherwise the soup dumplings will get cold." He says lightly to remind you to sit, picking one up with practiced ease and placing it into your bowl.

His gaze for the rest of the evening is weighted with a certain intensity, one that promises more to come, once you return home with him.

___

RAFAYEL

“Hey Rafayel,” you greet, your hand brushing his shoulder lightly as you walk in from behind him. “Sorry I'm late,”

There's a short beat of silence.

Rafayel's butter knife clatters onto the plate. "Is that-? Are you? ME?!"  

You do a spin, the white fabric flowing around you. "Who else?"  

He springs up, hands fluttering over your hair and outfit. "Oh, Miss Bodyguard you look absolutely stunning- wait, do a pose! Pose like I do!"  

You flick your hair and angle your shoulder to pose. His jaw drops.

 "I’m OBSESSED! This is art!"  He declares.

Then, suddenly, he takes your hands into his. His tone turns serious as he asks you softly. "But you have to tell me. Am I also art to you, Miss Bodyguard?”  

You grin at him. “Of course, you're the true embodiment of art itself,”

He preens, bringing your hand up and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. Then another, and another, until you almost have to physically sit him back down on his chair and remind him to stop the PDA and eat.

--- 

CALEB 

Caleb chokes on his water when he sees your handmade sweater. He turns away quickly, coughing and spluttering into his elbow before he spews water all over the fancy steak frites on the table.

You make it to the corner table, a small little alcove that has an L-shaped sofa bench against the wall. With him being closer now, you can see that pink tinges the tips of his ears as he clears his throat. "You- you made this? For our date? For me?"  

You mimic his shy grin, sliding your bag off your shoulder as you slide into the plush bench, knees touching his. You stretch out your arm so that he can admire your handiwork. "Just a bit of stitching with ready-made items. Had to match my favorite person."  

His hands hover, like he’s afraid to wrinkle it. "I… I love it.. And the sweater paws- pipsqueak, that should be illegal,”

“Too cute to handle?” You tease.

He pinches your cheek, then squishes you in a tight hug. “Never, pipsqueak.”

His heartbeat says otherwise.

[bronzealchemy]

„let’s break up“ prank

with: zayne, caleb, sylus

content: crack, breaking up prank, slightly suggestive, uno reverse card by zayne

a/n: thank you @skylarkse for the request!

[teddyberr]

i fucking love caleb widogast so i had to make an edit about it

[t-lostinworlds]

CALEB: Did you honestly think I would always be the kindhearted boy from your childhood?

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — To The Edge Of Dreams

🍎 welcome home winter soldier caleb!

[xayspancakeee]

ଘ( ･ω･)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡☆

may this spring guide your flower babies to find their way home to you girlies °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[kylominis]

My first love [☃️]

[meadowsofmay]

essek seeing caleb being flung with a chunk of a tower down and being crashed under the rubble; essek trying to pull him out and using his fortune's favor in order to successfully free him because caleb i need you; essek seeing caleb falling unconscious and then getting back up and then essek angrily using an 8th level spell, that he wanted to save for other things, to cast gravity fissure because he so desperately need this madness to end

[waterrinmelonn]

late post 4 juneleb🍎

🛫How they took off:

🛬How they landed:

I really can't make it on time to my actual set deadlines dafuq, anyways happy juneleb to all LaDS girlies out there especially to all the Caleb Girlies right now ! I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time I was making each of these drawings so overall even if it was exhausting just seeing him happy brings a smile on my face— Please don't come for me for the inconsistent artstyle though, I'm still not used to drawing men since I only started practicing it seriously last December... 😭

[oleafia-art]

some golden guards + caleb

i wanted to take a break and do some character design of a few golden guards based off of some of the ones seen briefly in canon. i also drew hunter and caleb as references for faces and stuff. i tried to make them as similar as possible, but also looking very individual to one another. since belos claimed that hunter looks the most like caleb, i tried to stay true to that while keeping the other three looking similar but not quite as identical. anyways i love them <3 they’re like the most mentally ill family ever to me

these weren’t supposed to be real ocs or anything but then i ended up giving them names and backstories and so i wrote a little about them aaaand now im obsessed. i will try to make a full body ref for them, especially alistair and/or constance, if i have time

i apologize for my godawful handwriting 💔

[iwaasfairy]

cause when he loves me…

caleb doing ‘just big brother things’ aka I love them I do I really doooooo. art by me

[kissandtellus]

‘Baby Mama, this your song’

Synopsis: I saw the Megan Markle and Harry video of them dancing to induce labor and I just KNOW Caleb would make a fool of himself to help MC through labor.

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnancy pain, mentions of birth, fluff, marriage.

Caleb had never been so terrified in his life. His wife groaned, biting her lip as another contraction hit her again. She sat in the hospital bed, grasping tightly onto Caleb's hand. Sweat beaded at her forehead as pain spread throughout her body.

Caleb, however, was by her side the whole time, rubbing her back and whispering comforting words to her. Although panic and worry was clear in his eyes, he tried his best to appear calm. "You're doing great, love," he murmured. "Just a little longer now."

The day stretched on into night with no signs of progress. She had swung your legs over the hospital bed, IV still attached as she paced the room. Caleb was scrolling on his phone, looking for something to progress labor.

But then, a video of a woman dancing to progress labor popped up in his feed.

It was a silly dance, hands on her knees, popping her back like she was at the bar and not the delivery room. But he was desperate to try anything.

Caleb raised an eyebrow at the video, pausing and looking up at her. "Hey love, I think I found something that could help," he said, motioning for her to come close. He held his phone out to show her the video.

"Someone suggested dancing to progress labor," Caleb explained, placing a hand on her lower back. "I know you're tired, but I think it's worth a shot."

She gave a groan, holding her aching lower back. “Really Caleb?”

Caleb chuckled softly, a cheeky smile gracing his lips. "Come on, love. It's just dancing. And I promise I'll make sure you don't fall. Just humor your dear loving husband," he teased, holding out his arms in offer to her.

She shook her head with a sigh, but she couldn't keep the slight smile from her face. "Alright, fine. For the baby, I suppose I can humor you." She reached out for Caleb, and he gently took her by the waist, moving to the center of the room.

Caleb placed his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as he encouraged her to sway to the beat of the music. "There you go, love. Just follow my lead. Keep moving those hips."

He tried to distract her from the pain, wanting nothing more than to ease her discomfort. They danced around, Caleb's eyes not leaving her face, making sure he had a good hold on her.

She smiled up at him, seeing the goofy smile on her face. “You’re silly.” A hard kick to her abdomen had her letting out a soft groan.

Caleb winced at the sight of her grimace but continued to stay positive, swaying them both to the music. "Just a little longer, love. We're getting through this together."

He could see the exhaustion on her face, but he also saw the glint of determination. "Look at you, doing so good for our baby."

They continued to dance, with Caleb making sure she stayed steady as she moved. Every time he could tell another contraction was about to hit her, he would hold her closer and rub circles on her hips, doing his best to distract her from the pain.

As the song ended, Caleb kissed her forehead. "Doing okay, love?" he asked softly, keeping a protective arm around her waist.

She nodded, taking deep breaths as she tried to catch her breath. She leaned her head on Caleb's shoulder, her hand resting over her expanding stomach. "I'm alright," she whispered, the exhaustion evident in her voice. "Just ready for this baby to come out."

Caleb nodded, his hand continuing to run circles on her hip. "I know, love. It won't be much longer now. You're doing so good," he reassured her, kissing her head again.

He stayed by her side, his attention solely on her and the well-being of their unborn child. Caleb silently swore he would do everything in his power to make sure both of them stayed safe.

The two change from a soft ballroom dance, to something with an upbeat rhythm. The pain was moved to the back of her mind, interrupted with just Caleb, being silly, shaking his butt.

Caleb couldn't help but start to goof off as they danced, shaking his butt and trying to get his wife to laugh. He put on a show, his movements exaggerated and full of enthusiasm.

"Come on, love, dance with me like we're on a club floor," he said with a grin, spinning her around and laughing as he watched the smile appear on her face.

She couldn't help but laugh at how silly Caleb was being. His goofy antics made her forget about the pain for a moment, and she went along with it. They danced to the upbeat music, their movements becoming more and more animated.

"You're crazy," she said through her laughter, shaking her head. "Who knew a dance routine could be a labor technique?"

Caleb chuckled, still not stopping his movements. "Hey, whatever works, right? I just wanted to make you laugh and forget about the pain for a while."

He pulled her close, their bodies moving in sync with the music. Caleb couldn't help but grin as he watched the stress disappear from her face.

"Besides, seeing you laugh like this is worth feeling a bit goofy," he said, nuzzling her neck affectionately.

They continued dancing, their movements growing more and more playful. Caleb spun her around, being careful of her IV, dipped her, and made faces at her until she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Despite the exhaustion and pain, she found herself completely caught up in the moment, laughing and enjoying herself as much as possible. The room felt less sterile and more like a party.

Caleb had countless of videos and photos of his wife. Documenting his entire life. He sat up his phone against her water cup and pressed record, getting the perfect angle to her wiggling her hips, hands cupping her belly.

He watched her from behind, admiring her form as she swayed her hips and rubbed her belly, a wide grin on his face. He couldn't help but feel proud of her for keeping her spirits up even with everything going on.

"You're so beautiful, love," he said softly, watching as she flashed a smile at the camera before returning to her dancing.

She reached out to him. “I can’t do it without my dance partner.”

Caleb chuckled, immediately stepping up and joining her again. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they began to move together once more.

"We make quite the pair, don't we?" he grinned, looking into her eyes. He placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the movement of their baby beneath it.

They continued to dance, the hospital room now transformed into a makeshift dance floor. Caleb spun her around, dipping her low and then bringing her up with a laugh. The music played on, their movements growing more and more passionate.

As they danced, Caleb couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. He was nervous, ecstatic, and completely in awe of the woman in front of him. She was carrying their child, bearing through the pain with such strength and grace. He loved her more than words could describe.

He pulled her close again, his hands on her hips as they danced. "You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his gaze unwavering. "I can't believe how strong you are. You're going to be the best mother our child could ever have."

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck with a smile. “I’m just as strong as my husband.”

Caleb chuckled, his hands sliding around her back. "You're giving me too much credit," he said, shaking his head. "You're the one doing the hard work here."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "But I'll always be here to support you, no matter what. We're a team, remember?"

She rested her head on his chest, her body leaning into his. "How did I get so lucky?" she asked with a sigh, her eyes fluttering shut.

The dancing had slowed down, now just a gentle swaying as they held each other. Caleb rubbed her back soothingly, his lips pressing against the top of her head.

And what would you know, their dancing worked like magic. She gasped and clung to him as a powerful contraction ripped through her body. Caleb held her steady, hushing her pained cries, whispering encouragement.

Caleb held her tightly, his heart clenching as he felt her body go rigid with pain. "I'm right here, love. You're doing so good," he whispered, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Just breathe through it."

He knew the intensity of the contraction meant they were getting close, and the thought made his heart pound.

She tightened her grip on him, her nails digging into his shoulders. "It hurts. It hurts so bad," she gasped, her face twisted in agony.

Caleb gritted his teeth, trying to keep his composure for her sake. "I know, love. I know. But you're so strong. Just a little longer, I promise."

He held her close, murmuring words of comfort in her ear. "You can do this. Remember to breathe. In and out, just like we practiced."

The pain seemed to last an eternity, but eventually, it subsided. She slumped against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Caleb held her tight, his own heart racing as he watched her suffer.

She let her head fall back, inhaling sharply through her nose. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, his strong hands guiding her hips to continue to wobble back and forth. “I think it’s time.”

Caleb's eyes widened, his heart racing even faster. "Okay, love. It's okay, you're doing so good."

He helped her back to the bed, his hands gentle as he guided her onto the sheets. "Just stay calm and focus on breathing, alright? I'm right here with you."

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

Caleb stood in the corner of the dance studio, watching his little ballerina prancing around with the other toddlers.

Caleb's heart swelled with pride as he watched his little girl twirling around in a tiny tutu, her dark curls bouncing with every graceful movement. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her, a mixture of joy and nostalgia washing over him.

It seemed like just yesterday that he and his wife had been dancing in the hospital room, trying desperately to induce labor. And now, here they were, watching their daughter discover her love for dance.

Yeah, she definitely inherited his dance moves though.

[unfortunatelyevent]

morning, do you guys even know I watched essek say "but he's kind, he is smart, and he is so strong... of heart" in the softest way he could ever talk about Caleb, right in front of my eyes like this really happened I didn't hallucinated that

[essektheylyss]

Given that apparently, Essek's point of contact to the Accord besides Caleb is Allura, and it's not clear what he's doing besides random teleportation, I think it's funniest if she's conscripted him to be her personal assistant. She's going into battle and can't be distracted by random sendings from Imogen or Jester, nor should she really be expending spell slots on sending message, but Essek can. Plus it's probably humbling for him and also very useful in a way that he can't even complain about. I think that'd be good for him.

[xayspancakeee]

ଘ( ･ω･)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡☆

may the mullet babies come home to you my fellow enforcer girlies °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[hemisphaericas]

Part 4 Nein Again doodles!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3