Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here :
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here —> Master List.
“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here :
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here —> Master List.
“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
“Aww, you loved the movie?”
“Yes, the movie where it was animated and almost cute-ish but this-”
“Y/N. You wikeit. I know it.”
“It’s just wrong but- I told you to get something cool and sweet and then this is what you do?”
“What’s so wrong about this?”
“This is the last time that I let you be in charge of costumes.”
“Y/N.”
You point to him while continuing.
“You’re nicely dressed up and then there’s these two.”
“What?”
You looked down at dodger who wiggled his tail happily next to Chris not a care in the world.
“Chris, they’re dressed up as rats!?”
“Babe! Cute rats, tho.”
Chris grinned at you, holding your almost 1 year old son in his arms. Brady, only giggled as Chris blew air on his belly making the boy squeal. He made grabby hands in your direction.
“Ain’t this the cutest rat you’ve ever seen?”
Seeing all of your boys this happy, you couldn’t fight the smile forming.
“I suppose you’re right about that.”
“But I’m serious, this is the last time that you get to dress my babies as rats.”
“Fine.”
You snapped plenty of pictures for both yours and Chris’ family knowing that they’d love them.
“Oh, wait! There’s more.”
You squint your eyes at him in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, honey - you didn’t think I forgot about you?”
“if you think I’ll be dressing up as a rat then you’re mistaken.”
“No, no. I got something else in mind. It’s on the dresser.”
You walked back into your shared bedroom where your costume was laid on top of the dresser.
‘He’s dead.’
A while later…
“Ayy, look at mommy. Doesn’t she look good?”
Brady let out some happy babbles.
“Really, Chris?”
“Yeah! It completes the whole thing.”
You shot him a look yet a smile on your face.
“I don’t know if I would more rather be dressed up as a rat than this. I feel-”
“Super cuteeee just like the rest of us.”
You managed to snap some group pictures of the four of you. It did look good. Oddly enough.
“But I still think you would’ve made a damn good looking rat.”
You slapped his bicep with your toy spoon.
“Don’t be cute.”
“Can’t. It’s in my genes.”
He smiled cheeky at you before pointing to your son who looked just as cute and happy.
(** The pics are what I pictured in my head when I wrote it. It’s hella cute tho.**) AND just imagine Dodger in a rat costume as well.
