Devil's Night Drabbles

Domesticity (winterdamon)

"Are you sure he's ready for this, Winter?"

"God, since when are you so cautious? It's just a strawberry, Damon."

"He's just a baby! Strawberries have seeds! What if he chokes?"

She had the audacity to laugh. "Damon! He'll be fine. Watch."

I held Ivar in my arms as Winter picked up a piece of cut up strawberry off the cutting board and lifted it to Ivar's face.

"Open up, baby," She said in a baby voice with a huge smile on her face. I rolled my eyes.

Ivarsen giggled at his mother as he tried to grab at the piece of strawberry.

Winter put the strawberry on his mouth, and rubbed the juice on his lips to see if he liked it. He made a bunch of cute fucking baby noises and opened his mouth, wanting to taste more of the strawberry.

My wife pushed the fruit in our kids mouth, and he munched away happily. When he was done, he looked at me and flashed his four little baby teeth at me, and I couldn't pretend to be upset about it any longer.

A full grin spread across my face as he grabbed at my nose and giggled once more, and I looked at Winter, seeing pure joy in her blue eyes.

"See? What did I tell you?"