 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
As Hart buried his face in the cruppy’s small side, he couldn’t be yet again reminded of how thoughtful his other half was. Of how much Hart loved him {and if it were possible, how he loved him even more in this moment}. Hart was certainly drowning in happiness presently. And just as important? It seemed as though the cruppy was as happy. The Historian lifted his head, laughing as he did so and met Daf’s eyes. “That works too! He’s officially a part of our little family.” Because just him and Daf counted as being a family in his eyes. “Does he have a name as yet?”
Keeping a hold on the baby with one hand, he reached for Daf as the boyfriend moved closer. The rather enthusiastic tail wagging seemed to vibrate through Hart’s body; it was quite something. “A little more chaos wouldn’t hurt. He’ll keep us on our toes,keep us guessing what he’ll do next…” Hart smiled warmly at Daf. “He’s as perfect as you are.” In his eyes, there wasn't another human that came close to matching Dafydd. There was another chuckle. “I’m ready because I’ve got you to face all that chaos with.” Sorry, not sorry, Daf! “That’s okay. This is his world and we’re just living in it.” Hart’s eyes brightened once more. “He’ll be the one leading my runs now. I look forward to that. Oh yeah, have I told you today that I love you, Daf?” This was one of those moments where he was rather overcome with that love? Who knew he would have been this capable of loving anyone this much? |