Mama & Papa
It makes him happy; the way she curls up beside the dog-pack on the old carpet, her curls stretched and tugged by little paws and lapping tongues; the way she reads to them, her words meeting perked ears and panting tummies.
It all reminds him of some pure thing, bathed in white and swathed in a warm sensation. He knew it once, when he was little.
Perched on the couch, his blue eyes watch as Genevieve rolls around with Winston, shrieking playfully. The dog yips, exciting more laughter from Gen; and when the dog leans forward and hops, egging her on, she points and sits up, her hair a mess.
"Did you see that?" she laughed, "Did you?"
He gives a small laugh and nods, enjoying the curve of her smile and the babble of her laugh. Will places his book on the couch cushion, sliding to the carpet. He's met with the tongue of Winston, who's suddenly extremely happy to have more company.
It's been two and a half months since Will first spoke to Genevieve.
They'd become so close; time in the cafe turned into long walks in the local park. Walks in the park became following one another home. Following one another home became following one another to bed.
Though, they hadn't done anything. Or one another. No, it was just... Sweet. Touches and embraces that made his ears grow hot. He liked being close to her. He liked knowing that she cherished the same feeling he did.
"Winston is so handsome," she mumbled, her fingers curling into the dog's soft fur, "I bet his papa is jealous."
Will paused, his gaze vaulting over the rim of his glasses. "Did you just refer to me as papa?"
Gen, tugging her knees close, nodded. "You're his papa. Master is far too... creepy."
Will hummed, nodding in agreement. "Papa, then. I do believe that makes you mama."
"Mama."
"Yes, mama."
And he kissed her cheek.
Gen simply smiled.
A/N:
Just a quick one! These one-shots will jump around a bit. I've gotta few up my sleeve... Just say the word, and you can have more fluff, mis amigos. ;3
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