warnings: dad!sam nearly letting his son wreak havoc in the house, fluff
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"Just jump, I'll catch you."
At those words, you turned your attention away from the dinner you were making and towards your husband. You quickly put the pan in the oven and shut the door, before venturing over to where he was.
"Sam, what are you—don't jump!" you started, before you realized that your son was wearing a pair of mini wings that looked like his father's, standing at the top of the stairs, ready to jump off and test his flying ability.
Sam looked at you, a wide grin on his face. "Awe, c'mon, let the lil guy have some fun."
You cocked a brow. "He can have fun outside. Where he won't break everything in the house. You know the rules, Sam."
"Yeah, yeah, no wings on in the house," he said, leaning down to give you a kiss. "But—"
"No buts!" you said, smiling softly. "How 'bout this, you go put on your wings and join him in a few test flights around the yard?"
His eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yeah, just be back by the time dinner's ready, okay?"
He nodded, before jogging up the stairs to get his own pair of wings, then took your son outside with him. You returned to the kitchen, opening the blinds covering the window over the sink, watching as Sam and the little guy took flight, trying to capture the memory in your mind forever.
