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Still Insufferable (Damian Wayne x Reader)

This is a part two to Insufferable! I had an anon request this a while back and found some prompts that gave some great inspiration! Hope y’all like it! You don’t need to read part one, but it does make the transition smoother. For reference, you and Damian are 17.

Words: 2,800

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

Warnings: None

“Do you ever follow directions?” A familiar, condescending voice asks you from the ground.

You spot an annoyed Damian Wayne from your upside perch, staring up at you with crossed arms. You grin, a little too excited to see someone who looks so annoyed with you.

“I’m creating an extensive target practice!” You claim, gesturing with your bow to the targets down range

“By hanging upside from the rafters?” Damian raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“You’re questioning my methods.”

“I’m not questioning it,” Damian corrects. “I’m saying it’s stupid.”

You gasp in mock offense then unhook your legs and flip to the floor.

“Your words wound me!”

“You’ll recover,” Damian says dryly.

“I thought you would approve of me making a more comprehensive training.”

“You were hanging upside down from the rafters. How is that more comprehensive?” Damian questions.

“Because I don’t always get the pretty shot with the perfect set up in the field!” You argue. “Sometimes, I’m making the shot while hanging upside down with a broken toe!”

Damian pauses, his eyes flickering to your feet.

“Is your toe broken?” He asks.

He almost sounds concerned. It’s kind of sweet.

“No,” You admit. “But what if it was?”

He blinks. The concern is gone.

“You spend too much time with Roy and Jason.”

“Well, Roy is basically raising me at this point, so yeah, kind of,” You point out.

Damian rolls his eyes.

“Mission briefing.”

“Aw, you came all the way here to tell me yourself,” You tease Damian, aware of the various intercoms around the Tower.

He scowls at you, but doesn’t dampen your good mood.

“I was the closest to the range. It made the most sense for me to come tell you.”

“No need to make excuses,” You shrug. “I get it, I’m amazing and you can’t resist being around me.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You know, that line didn’t fool me when we were 12 and it’s still not fooling me now.”

Damian’s scowl deepens.

“Mission briefing, now.” Then he walks off before you can make another smart ass comment.

Sometimes, Damian makes it too easy. You hit the switch to pull the targets back in, figuring you’ll get your arrows later.

You’ve been an official Teen Titan for a few months now. After Roy talked you into tagging along with the team for a mission, you were hooked. The rest of the team agreed to extend an invite to you, which you happily accepted. You love the team, including Damian. Despite your constant bickering, you and Damian work well together in the field, enhancing each other’s skills.

In all honesty, you really enjoy being around Damian. While he’s a bit uptight, when he relaxes, he’s fun to be around. You’ve enjoyed getting to see the more relaxed side of Damian. Besides, it's fun to have someone who keeps up with every sarcastic remark you make, even if it includes him calling you insufferable. It’s a bit of a long shot, but you know Damian likes you more than he makes it seem he does.

You head to the main conference room of the tower and settle in for a long presentation. While the briefings are long, and rather boring, they’re in depth. You have to give Damian credit, even when things go wrong on missions, his extensive briefings prepare your team for almost every possibility and help make adaptations to the plan on the fly.

You fiddle with a pen, unscrewing it, laying out the pieces then put it back together as Damian talks. As you get more fidgety the longer the meeting goes on, Damian wordlessly slides a new pen over to you with a slightly different composition. You smile at him and busy your hands with taking part the new pen. Damian’s cheeks darken slightly, but before anyone can notice, he’s back in leader mode.

Damian pulls up the blueprint, running through everyone’s role and position for the mission.

“And Black Falcon, you’re with me, handling guards on the roof and additional security measures.”

“The dream team,” You grin with a wink.

Damian rolls his eyes and ignores your remark. Instead, he fields any questions then dismisses the team. You glance down at the file briefing in front of you then remember one last question for Damian. As a few Titans clear out, you wander to the front of the room where Damian is studying the blueprint from the presentation.

“Hey, boss man,” You wave your file at him. “This building is using the Kingsley Security system. What are your thoughts about debuting the new hacking arrows?”

Damian frowns, flipping to the page with the schematics concerning the security system.

“How effective is the firewall on the arrows?”

“If you’re worried about them tracking back to us, the arrows’ firewall should be strong enough to erase our trail.”

“Should be?” Damian raised an eyebrow.

“They’ll be fine, but I don’t like to make guarantees.”

“And why is that?”

“Because sometimes, shit happens.”

“I don’t like variables.”

“Well, Dames, I’ve got bad news for you about how life works.”

You cross your arms, leaning your hip against the table.

“I don’t like variables on my missions when lives are on the line,” Damian says, scanning over the Kingsley credentials.

“We’re connected to a computer with the highest level of security to currently exist. Even if they manage to trace back the arrows, they won’t get far.”

Jon and Colin watch you two bicker about arrows and security.

“He likes having someone to argue with way too much,” Colin mutters to Jon.

Jon nods along.

“You’re telling me. He’s not going to do anything about it though.”

Colin cracks a grin.

“He’s just gonna roll his eyes and tell her she’s insufferable.”

Jon and Colin snicker, catching Damian’s attention. He narrows his eyes at the two who sit innocently.

“Listen,” You bring Damian’s attention back to you. “It’s your mission and I’ll respect whatever you want to do, but the only way for me to improve the arrows design is to test them.”

“I’ll consider it,” Damian says.

His phone lights up with notification on the table. Your eyes dart toward the light and your eyebrows go up. Damian catches your eye and snatches his phone off the table with red cheeks.

“Am I your lock screen?” You ask with a small grin.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Damian shoves his phone in his back pocket.

“Really?” Your grin grows as your eyebrows move higher.

Jon and Colin watch with shit eating grins.

“Grayson set it,” Damian growls. “I haven’t bothered to change it.”

“Sure, he did,” You nod. “It’s a cute picture.”

The picture is after Damian and Bruce got into a huge argument, bad enough that Damian called Dick to get him out of the Manor. Dick figured it would be a good day to give Damian a childhood experience he missed out on and decided to take Damian to a theme park. Knowing you were in town with Jason while Roy was handling some business in Gotham, he talked Jason into bringing you. While at the park, Dick insisted you and Damian needed to try a funnel cake since neither of you had ever had one.

You and Damian decided to split one since Dick warned you they were pretty sweet. When you and Damian tried your first bites, Damian’s face instantly scrunched up which made you laugh and Dick managed to catch the moment on camera.

Damian scowls at you while you just grin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone and ruin your reputation,” You laugh, leaving the room.

Damian scowls at you as you leave and returns his attention to collecting his files.

“Ah Dames, get that look off your face, we all know how you feel,” Jon teases.

Damian turns, scowling at Jon.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” Colin rolls his eyes. “We can all tell you like Y/N.”

“She’s--”

“Insufferable,” Jon finishes. “Yeah, we know. You know, just because you keep saying it, doesn’t mean it’s actually true.”

“And you know, we get it, you’re a condensing, uptight dick--” Colin starts to rattle off.

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me?” Damian scowls at Colin.

“It saves time,” He grins at his friend. “But, despite those things, you can be charming when you want to be. And if you actually acted on that charm, Y/N would agree to a date with you.”

Jon stares at Colin for a minute, looking unimpressed then turns to Damian.

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

“I didn’t ask for advice,” Damian growls.

“We are aware and we also are aware that you never will,” Colin nods.

“Why not let yourself be happy, Dames?” Jon asks.

“I am happy,” Damian glares at the two of them then walks out of the room, tired of hearing their advice.

“Think he’ll listen?” Colin asks.

Jon shrugs.

“Who knows.”

. . .

Your back hits the ground but you roll to the balls of your feet, breathing hard. You tighten your grip on your bo staff, ready to lunge for another hit when you notice Damian walk into the training room. As he walks toward you, you straighten up and grab your water, figuring it’s time for a break. Damian raises his eyebrows at your bo staff.

“That’s not your normal choice in weapons,” He observes.

You shrug, taking a swing of water and ignoring your cheeks heating up. While you wanted to expand your training, you’ve seen Damian using a bo staff a lot. He seems to like them so you figured you’d give them a shot. Besides, Tim has given you a few pointers.

“Decided to try something new,” You say casually.

Damian quirks an eyebrow, but says nothing else.

“I’ve been thinking--” He starts.

“A dangerous pastime,” You nod solemnly.

Damian glares at you but continues, as if he didn’t hear your sarcastic comment.

“We have a strong enough firewall on the computer in the Tower that if your arrows malfunctioned, we could detect and fight a security breach.”

“So, I can bring them on the mission?” You finish.

“Yes.”

“Sweet!” You grin, pumping your fist.

Damian rolls his eyes again at your celebration, but you can see him trying not to smile. He turns to leave, but you look back at the bo staff you were training with.

“Wait! Damian!” You call.

He turns, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“You’re better with a bo staff than I am,” You admit. “Wanna help me out?”

Damian’s eyes flicker between you and the bo staff. You see a small smile fighting its way onto his face.

“I’ll change into something more suiting for training.”

You grin, spinning the staff around you then go into a mock solute.

“Yes, commander.”

Damian rolls his eyes again, but leaves to change.

. . .

You swing your staff up hard, but Damian blocks it and swipes at your legs with a low kick. Grinning as he falls into the expected move, you flip your staff around and hit Damian’s side. He grunts and moves again, this time, landing a hard blow to your arm. You grimace at the force, but swing your staff around again and manage to knock Damian’s legs out from under him with a move he showed you.

Damian hits the ground hard with a grunt, but instead of rolling to his feet for another hit, he lays on the ground, looking a little dazed.

“I got it!” You cheered as Damian sits up, watching you with a small smile.

“Drive your hips more so the power doesn’t come from your arms as much,” He instructs.

“You know, with all the archery I do,” You flex a muscular arm. “I’m pretty sure my arms are stronger than my hips at this point.”

Damian rolls his eyes as he pushes himself to his feet. You swear you sees his eyes lingering on your flexed arm.

“Basic anatomy,” He claims.

“Right, your definition of “basic” and a normal person’s is pretty different.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at you.

“How do you mean?”

You narrow your eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t,” But the slow start of a shit eating grin on his face tells you Damian knows how you meant that statement.

You groan, throwing your hands up.

“Okay, fine, Wayne. I’ll give it to you, you’re pretty smart.”

“Am I now?” Damian full on grins, making your heart flutter.

You roll your eyes again, despite your raised heart rate.

“I’m not going to say it again.”

“I didn’t think you would. It doesn’t change the truth.”

You sigh, shaking your head.

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” You question as you walk toward your water.

Damian freezes for a moment, your words slowly mulling over in his head. Before he can say anything else, his watch beeps. Damian looks down at it with a scowl.

“Duty calls?” You ask, handing Damian his water.

He looks up from the notification and nods.

“Get dressed, we leave in ten minutes.”

. . .

Following your normal post mission tradition, you relax on the roof with a few boxes of take out. You dig into your box of fried rice, enjoying the view as your legs dangle over the edge of the huge tower. The roof access door opens and someone sits next to you but you don’t have to turn to see who. Wordlessly, you hold out Damian’s vegetarian Lo Mein which you took the courtesy to grab while he showered after the mission.

“Your arrows worked,” Damian comments, accepting the box from you and digging in with his own chopsticks.

“Mmhm,” You hum with a smirk. “Told you.”

Damian rolls his eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t be able to resist making a childish remark.”

You grin, nudging Damian’s shoulder.

“You knew I already knew the arrows worked. You just wanted to hear me say it.”

“I absolutely did not.”

“Sure you didn’t. I’m irresistible.”

“You’re insufferable,” Damian corrects.

“I still don’t believe that line.”

“Your belief does not change the truth.”

You laugh, leaning against Damian as you both continue eating, enjoying the view and each other’s company. After the first time Damian joined you on the roof, it became both of your traditions to enjoy your post mission meals together. Later, you would rejoin the team for game night or movie night, but for now, you two enjoy your quiet meals and unwind peacefully.

Once your meals are finished and the boxes are discarded to the side, you scoot closer to Damian, resting your head on his shoulder. He slowly places a hand on your knee, seeming a bit uncertain. You smile to yourself and squeeze his arm, scooting a little closer to encourage him. He leans into you, seeming more relaxed by the affection.

“You know,” You finally say after a few minutes of silently watching the sun set. “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.”

“How much did you intend to like me?” Damian asks.

You feel him starting to go stiff.

“Well, given you insulted me when I first met you,” You point out with a shrug. “I didn’t expect to like you very much.”

“And now?” Damian asks hesitantly.

You lift your head from Damian’s shoulder to look at him, your noses inches away.

“Now, you’re pretty alright,” You tease, admiring his pretty green eyes.

Damian rolls his eyes with a small laugh.

“Just alright?” He asks, squeezing your knee lightly.

“Well,” You shrug again, feeling your heart pound. “Maybe a little more than alright.”

You stare at each other for a long moment until Damian’s eyes flicker to your lips. Here goes nothing. Before you can bring yourself to regret, you close the small distance between each other and press your lips to his. He’s hesitant for a moment, stiff against you. Before you can pull away, Damian’s fingers sink into your hair, pulling you closer as he kisses you back.

You melt into the kiss and grip his shirt tightly. As he shifts his head to deepen the kiss, a voice yells from behind you:

“It’s about time!”

You and Damian jump apart, still holding a hand on each other to see Jon standing by the roof access door. Damian scowls at him while Jon grins like he’s just won the lottery.

“You have no idea how annoying it was so watch you two pretend like you don’t like each other,” Jon rolls his eyes. “Come on, we’re starting game night.”

He disappears back through the door as you look back at Damian.

“Well, duty calls,” You joke, sliding off the ledge.

Damian turns, catches your wrist, and tugs you back to him.

“They can wait,” He mutters to you, kissing you again.

You happily melt into the kiss, your hands on Damian’s chest as his hands slide to your hips.

“Am I still insufferable?” You tease against Damian’s lips.

He smirks, standing to his feet and pulling you close by your waist.

“Yes,” He kisses you again.

I’ve been writing things as I get inspiration. I think I’ll be compiling a prompt lists soon because I have some request... They are really big ideas and I don’t think I can take on any projects that big right now. I hope you enjoyed!

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ily and I love ur writing 😘

You're so sweet! Thank you, love ❤️

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Did your fic “kingdom come” take place in like a medieval era type of thing ?? Or something else

Medieval with a modern twist, yes! There are mentions of technologies and books that clearly were not written in the medieval era, but the idea of kingdoms and arranged marriages, I pulled from Medieval time.

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Operation: Ditch (Batfam)

Found this while cleaning out some stuff on my laptop. This was me trying to claw my way out of my writers block. Short fic featuring all our favorite bat siblings. And of course in the universe where Bruce is a good dad and not whatever the hell DC likes to try to make him.

Word: 700

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

Warnings: None

“How long do we have?” Jason pops his head out of the pantry door while Tim keeps watch.

“Dick said he can distract Alfred for two minutes,” Tim informs him checking his watch.

“So realistically, forty-five seconds until Alfie figures out Dick is up to something, got it,” Jason nods, snatching snacks off the pantry racks.

“Grayson is the worst liar, why did we send him?” Damian grumbles from the counter, waiting for Jason to grab them some real food instead of the shitty gala food.

“He was an international spy, how bad could he be?” Duke questioned.

“Nobody can lie to Alfred,” Tim solemnly tells Duke. “Especially not Dick.”

Duke glances between Damian and Tim.

“Okay, I’m with Damian, why did we send our worse liar to keep him distracted? Why not send me?”

“Too obvious,” Cass taps her nose from the top of the refrigerator where she was doing a handstand, showing off the compression shorts under her dress.

“Exactly,” Tim nods to his sister. “Alfred would immediately know because you’re the logical option when it comes to a distraction. Cass wouldn’t want to talk for that long, I’d get swept into a conversation with a business partner, Damian’s improvisation skills are questionable at best, and Jason… is Jason.”

“Fuck you too!” Jason calls from the pantry, buried in various chips and popcorns.

“You’ve never been known for your subtly!”

A bag of chips flies out and hits Tim in the head.

"Ten seconds, asshole!”

Tim checks the cams on his phone, the cameras fixed on the ballroom doors.

“Oh shit,” Tim curses. “Bogey spotted! Headed our way!”

Jason emerges from the pantry with an arm load of everyone’s favorite snacks.

“Location,” He barks at Tim.

“North hall, by the east wing staircase.”

“Back door will wrap us around, we can get to the west staircase,” Jason rattles off.

“The window on the second-floor bathroom in the west wing is missing the screen, we can take the roof,” Duke adds, loosening his tie, preparing to climb.

“Red bathroom,” Cass notes, gracefully flipped from the fridge to the floor.

“Let’s go—”

A sharp voice cuts in.

“Boys,” Alfred stands in the kitchen doorway, a single eyebrow raised.

Everyone freezes for a moment until Jason chucks various snacks at everyone and yells:

“Scatter!”

They all take off in different directions, Duke running for the door leading to the West Wing, followed closely by Jason. Tim and Damian sprint toward the side door leading to one of the dining rooms. Cass flips over Alfred and grabs Dick, yanking him toward the East Wing staircase. None of them need to be in the room long enough to hear Alfred’s disappointed sigh.

Later that night, once the guests have finally left the manor, Bruce makes his way up stairs to the bonus room. As he opens the door, he is unsurprised to find all his children pilled together on the large sofa, various snacks and blankets spread across them while watching The Road to El Dorado on the projector. Ties, dress shoes, jackets and Cass’s flats are scatter across the floor.

Bruce leans in the doorway and quirks an eyebrow at his children, silently waiting for a reaction.

“You guys really had to ditch me, huh?” He asks, loosening his tie.

“Come on, Bruce,” Jason tosses more popcorn in his mouth. “Those galas blow, and you know it.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve been going to those galas long before any of you were born, I am well aware.”

“We get it, you’re old,” Dick rolls his eyes. “You coming, or not?”

Cass lifts the blanket, displaying an empty space for Bruce to slot in the middle of them. Bruce grins, kicking off his shoes and tossing his jacket to the side. He happily crawls under the blankets, shifting his arms over his children. Cass and Tim use Bruce as a pillow as Jason passes him his favorite caramel popcorn.

“The Road to El Dorado, huh?”

“We’re watching Indian Jones next,” Duke informs him.

Bruce smiles, kissing the top of Cass and Tim’s heads and relaxes, enjoying the movie after a long evening of dealing with upper class Gothamites. He can finally slip off the Brucie Wayne persona, but not be pushed into his Batman persona. Instead, he gets to be Bruce.

I found some prompts that inspired me for Insufferable part 2 which I had an anon request a while ago. I’ll be posting an update in the new few days. Hope you enjoyed!

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Puppy Dog Eyes (Jason Todd x Reader)

Word Count: 1,300

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

Request from Anon! Enjoy and I’m glad you enjoyed my stuff!

Yeah, I’m surprised too. I was able to keep it gender neutral without it sounding awkward which I was very excited about. Enjoy!

When you started dating Jason, you were very upfront with him about what dating you entailed because it wasn’t just you. As a single parent, re-entering the dating scene is daunting to say the less. You’re not only finding someone you’re compatible with but someone who also works with your 7-year-old son, Eli. While whoever you date could be the greatest person in the world, if they didn’t work with Eli, you’d kick them to the curb because your son is the priority.

Many failed dating apps passed by because people didn’t want to be involved with someone who already has a kid. At first, it bothered you, but honestly, you get it. Committing yourself to someone else and their kid, it’s a lot to ask for.

Ironically enough, when you met Jason, you weren’t looking to date. You’d figure you’d put the dating thing on hold for a while when starting a new job and getting Eli situated at his new school. Really, you met Jason by chance in the grocery store and only have Eli to thank.

Eli had wandered away from you, as bored five-year-olds in the grocery store do. You eventually found him sitting in the skimpy book aisle, listening to a handsome, rugged man read The Giver to him. At first, you were a bit embarrassed by the unintentional babysitting, but the man smiled and introduced himself as Jason (and promised he wasn’t a creep).

It turns out, Jason volunteers at local orphanages doing the same thing he was doing for Eli, so it was familiar territory for him. The longer you two chatted, the more smitten you found yourself. As five-year-olds do, Eli got bored again, so you needed to take him home, but you managed to get Jason’s number. Two years later, you two are now happily dating and raising Eli together.

Things didn’t necessarily end badly with Eli’s other biological parent. They weren’t ready for parenthood, and Eli wasn’t planned. So you stepped up, became Eli’s primary guardian, and your partner signed over their parental rights. You split on relatively friendly terms, but it’s all in the past at this point.

Current day, Jason has been such a huge blessing in your life. He makes you happy, and he’s fantastic with Eli, although he does tend to spoil him a little too much.

“Please,” Eli begs, hanging on your leg as you chop vegetables for dinner. “Just one more!”

“I said no, Eli,” You tell him, not even bothering to look down at his puppy dog eyes.

“But I promise I’ll eat all my spinach!” He tries to bargain. “I just want one more! That’s it, I swear!”

You roll your eyes and glance up at the bag of truffles, purposefully put out of Eli’s reach. You gave him one after school as a treat, and a few hours later, Eli got hungry again. Instead of any of the other snack options you offered, Eli decided he wanted another truffle. You told him no more until after dinner, but that went in one ear and out the other.

“One more what, you little bugger?” Another voice cuts in, then suddenly Eli is being pulled off your leg.

You look over to see Jason, who just got home, tossing a shrieking and laughing Eli over his shoulder.

“One more truffle!” He exclaims, shrieking when Jason blows a raspberry on his stomach.

“One more what?” Jason asks again, flipping him upside down.

“Truffle!” Eli exclaims, happily swinging his arms as Jason holds him up by his ankles.

“Truffle?” Jason asked. “Well, that’s gonna cost you something. Gimme all your lunch money, kid!”

He shakes Eli a little as if he were a bully shaking down a cowering kid for money. It makes Eli laugh even more while he holds his shirt up so his whole chest isn’t exposed.

“I don’t have any!” He insists through giggles.

“You don’t have any?!” Jason questions. “You don’t have any money, but you want truffles?”

Jason slowly lowers Eli to the ground headfirst until Eli is lying on the kitchen floor.

“Please?” He asks, making his eyes big in a way that he has learned is Jason’s weakness.

Jason glances at you, looking a little pleadingly.

“Don’t you dare look him in the eye,” You tell him quietly, knowing Jason’s weakness for Eli’s puppy dog eyes. “I already told him no more truffles until after dinner,” You say loudly, looking down at Eli pointedly.

“But that’s so far away!” Eli whines.

“Ah, yes, a whole hour away,” You deadpan.

“I just want one!” He begs, then sits up and grabs Jason’s leg, looking up at him pleadingly. “Please, Jason?”

Jason looks down at Eli, his hand stroking Eli’s hair, then he glances at you, giving him a pointed look.

“Not just one?” Jason asks.

“Oh my gosh, you are such a sucker!” You laugh. “It’s those puppy dog eyes!”

“I mean, will one more truffle really spoil his dinner?” Jason points out, not even bothering to try to dispute your claim.

You look up at Jason.

“No,” You tell him, then kiss his nose.

Jason sighs and looks back down at Eli.

“Sorry, buddy, the boss said no.”

“Aww,” Eli exclaims loudly as he slumps dramatically onto the floor.

“I know, your life is so hard,” You tell him, smiling at his antics.

Eli doesn’t throw tantrums, so you know his act right now is him trying to be cute and make you laugh. (And it’s working).

“Ah, come on, you drama queen,” Jason scoops Eli off the floor into standing position. “Why don’t we help with dinner. What are we making?” He asks you.

“Parmsean chicken fingers.”

“Chicken fingers!” Eli’s whole face lights up.

Jason laughs, kissing the top of Eli’s head.

“Alright, bud, go wash your hands, and you can help me bread the chicken.”

“Okay!” Eli sprints off to the bathroom to wash his hand.

“With soap!” Jason calls after him.

Eli shouts an acknowledgment back, giving you and Jason a moment of alone time.

“Hi,” He greets, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Hi,” You whisper back against his lips. “You’re such a softie,” You tease.

“Yeah, he gets those puppy dog eyes from you,” Jason insists, pulling you against him.

“Mmhmm, I’m sure,” You roll your eyes.

Jason grins and leans down, kissing you again. As you’re about to deepen the kiss, Eli scampers back into the room.

“Gross!” He exclaims at the sight of you two kissing.

Jason breaks away with a grin, kissing your nose.

“Gross?” He asks, stepping around you to scoop up Eli again, who squeals with delight. “Gross?” He exclaims again, blowing another raspberry on Eli’s neck, which makes Eli laugh loudly. “I’ll tell you what’s gross, not washing your hands with soap!”

“I did!” Eli insists as Jason shifts him to cradle him like a baby. He holds his wet hands in Jason’s face. “See?”

“You promise?” Jason asks.

Eli nods vigorously.

“Alright, well, now that your hands are clean, let’s get them messy.”

You smile fondly, watching Jason direct Eli in how to bread the chicken fingers. Eli loves the egg wash and in his excitement, he manages to spill it all over the counter. Jason patiently teases him as has Eli help him wipe it up.

As you continue getting dinner ready with Jason and Eli’s help, Jason leans over Eli’s head to sneak you kisses, each one met with loud exclamations by Eli. You and Jason just laugh, usually flicking something onto Eli to distract him from the grossness of his parents kissing.

Your life hasn’t exactly gone to plan, but you’re okay with that. You have an amazing son and an incredible boyfriend. What else could you ask for?