𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: it's the little simple moments with them that end up sticking the longest
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: why is every mys man sassy? idk, it really is the sassy man apocalypse, anyways so much fluff, & slice of life
𝐂𝐖: none unless you're easily susceptible to baby fever
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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄
at first you weren't paying much attention, the goofy laughter of dante and your baby pretty common occurrence in your home. you mainly were focusing on some paperwork in front of you on the counter, something you had really been needing to get to for the past week and just hadn't gotten a chance yet.
your hand is rubbing your eyebrow as you lean over, trying to process the words you're reading. nothing is really coming through, however, especially when another round of laughter comes from the two.
you could never be mad at the distraction, especially when the sound was the joy of both of the people you cherished and loved the most. you couldn't help but investigate, though, especially since dante was just supposed to be feeding your son.
how funny could that be, for them to be laughing more than any eating was getting done?
just as you turn into the dining room, your met with the sight of yogurt and a blueberry meeting the floor with a comical plap.
very slowly, your eyes drift back up to the two boys in front of you, accusatorily squinting at the one that was supposed to be more responsible than the other.
dante sucks in some air through his teeth, looking guiltily at you before back to your baby in the chair. said baby's mouth and hands are covered in yogurt, the boy blankly staring back at you.
a moment of silence passes, both of them staring at you like a deer in headlights before dante leans over to the boy, whispering out of the corner of his mouth.
"we've been caught."
"are you two...having a food fight?" you question, hands on your hips.
"no!" dante defends, lifting another scoop of yogurt up to the boy. "he just refuses to actually eat, and then i laughed when he got it everywhere... and now he keeps smacking the spoon away to try and make me laugh again."
you sigh, watching as your baby grips the spoon, smearing the yogurt in his hands and smearing it over his mouth. dante's head falls forward, landing onto the edge of the high chair's table as he quietly laughs at the spectacle.
"what is he doing? it's so dumb, i don't know why it's so funny. look at his little face." he laughs, lifting his head and pointing at the baby who sends the both of you a proud look.
"don't—" your voice wobbles as you hold back the urge to laugh yourself. "—don't encourage it, dante."
"i'm not trying to!" he insists, lifting the spoon back up to your son's face.
