Caleb Didn't Use To Feel Relief Whenever He Returned To His Home. When You Live Alone, When Nobody Was

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.

dude ur interrupting on the floor time with ur beautiful face STOP

how alucard figured it out

So i watched ultraman,

Ran Takahashi❤️

Bro’s never been hugged by a girl before lmao

no there is a difference in miguel and ken. KEN ISN'T SOME MIDDLE AGED FREAK CHASING AROUND A 15 YEAR OLD BOY LIKE A MANIAC. ☺️💗

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

S in Sylus stands for Simp

I need this man squeezing me (uncensored version on Twitter @cheeselucky3)