#might slap on a show and get this witch hat done because im excited to make ti and hope it comes out well

[pettyprocrastination]

thinking about frankie and baby isabella. 

Frankie groaning as he slips out of bed, cracking his back as he waves you off and “it’s okay, I’ve got her.”

his eyes are still half open and his voice is hoarse because its only 3 am but he gently takes her from her crib with a soft “my sweet girl, you're giving mama a hard time, hm? I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

softly singing as he sways her back and forth because. “i know I don’t sound nearly as nice as your mother, but you still like me, don’t you?” and chuckling when she begins to fuss and squirm. 

“yeah, everybody's a critic.”

Carrying her to your room with an apologetic look because you were so content and peaceful as you slept but she’s hungry. You don’t complain or whine as you take your daughter into your arms and breastfeed her at all though, you just coo at her with a sleepy smile. 

“Aw look at you now, huh? a real bear when you're hungry but you become a real softie after, don’t you baby?”

you look up at him. 

“just like somebody I know.”

It’s 3am, Frankie’s hair is a rat’s nest and your shirt has spit-up stains on it but both of you couldn’t be happier.