Troye Sivan

“I woke up, and you weren’t there.” Jack grumbled, leaning in to kiss Bitty on the cheek. 

“Baby, you think I’m going to let you scurry back to Providence on an empty stomach? Who do you think I am?” Bitty smiled sleepily up at Jack, his hair still mussed from sleep.

 “I just didn’t realize you could wake up this early on your own free will,” Jack teased, not bothering to avoid the incoming swat. 

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann, do you want pancakes, or not?”

Books and cats.

Behold.

My son.

I birthed him.

He is my little bebe.

And I love him.

You also love him.

Because he's but a little boi.

He much prefers toilet water to his water dish.

But this is okay.

Because we love him.

cuddles