I'll Pick You Up When You're Down // Kellic

Chapter 1 - Coffee & Tutus

[A/N: forever cringing at the poor representation of sexuality and just life in general in this fic]

[Started majour updating: 10/12/2017]

XOXO

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*Kellin.s POV*

I was sprawled across sitting the couch, watching some cheesy movie when I hear Katelynne's heels click against the floor and the gentle cooing of Copeland.

"Hey Honey!" She calls from the kitchen. "Can you come get Cope? I need to start dinner."

I groan as I get up from my sitting position. Doing nothing is surprisingly hard.

Now, this probably seems really sexist here. I'm just watching TV and Katelynne is cooking, shopping, and watching our baby. But nope, it's not. We have this little system where we take turns doing chores and stuff. But today she gave me the day off, to make up for her going ut with her girlfriends yesterday.

As I enter the kitchen I give her a stiff kiss on the cheek, and a soft one for Cope "Thanks, Hun I'll just going to go play with her in her room, just in case you need me alright?" I say scooping Copeland up from her waiting arms.

"Alright, Have fun." She flashes me a smile, setting down a grocery bag.

I walk out of the room and carefully mount the stairs, flicking on the light to Copelands room. The bright pink walls happily greet us.

"Alright Cope. What would you like to do?"

She responds by tugging on a strand of my long black hair. I chuckle as I notice an unopened bag near the door. Vic Fuentes from Pierce The Veil gave it to her a couple days ago.

Might as well open it.

I set Copeland down on the floor and I sit down beside her pulling the bag towards us.

She reaches out experimentally and pulls on the edge, causing it to topple over. She lets out a little excited giggle and kicks her legs.

I smile picking the bag back up "Your'e just too cute."

I rip the tape off and open the bag, emptying out the contents. I laugh when I see what was inside.A bright pink tutu and a tiara both the perfect size for her.

I pick Cope up and set her on my knee and very carefully slide the tutu on top of her tights as she was wearing.

I look down at the tiara quizzically. She didn't really have enough hair to keep it on. I shrug and just hand it to her. She sticks one end into her mouth and starts gnawing on it.

Awe, so cute.

Not missing a picture perfect moment I pull out my phone from my back pocket and take a picture of us.

I send it to Vic.

Me: Copeland loves her new stuff, thank you uncle Vic!

He replies a few seconds later.

Vic: She so adorable. Has your eyes.

Me: Has your love of tutus

Vic: wait? What? Since when do I like tutus.

I decide to toy with him a little bit.

Me: Do you not remember?

Vic: remember what?

Me: Oh wait. You were drunk.

Vic: what did I do?!?!

I laugh of loud and Copeland stares at me intently. Scrutinizing my every move. Why? I have no idea. Probably just some creepy baby thing.