Rafe Cameron Imagines//Oneshots

Kids 😇

The sound of screaming and the clatter of toys echoes through the house, and your patience — already thin from a long day — is rapidly wearing down. 

Charlie, your three-year-old, is in the middle of a full-blown tantrum over the fact that you cut his sandwich into squares instead of triangles. 

Meanwhile, Lily is crying from her bouncer in the living room, her little face scrunched up in frustration.

You take a deep breath, rubbing your temples, trying to find some sort of calm in the storm. But it's one of those days. Everything feels like too much. T

he laundry is piling up, the dishes are overflowing in the sink, and every noise seems to grate on your nerves. You love your kids more than anything, but right now, you just feel... overwhelmed.

"Mommy!" Charlie wails, stomping his feet. "I wanted TRIANGLES!"

"I know, sweetheart, I know," you say, your voice trying to remain calm, though inside you're on the verge of snapping. "But it's still the same sandwich."

He's not having it. His little face crumples, and the wailing only gets louder. At the same time, Lily's cries rise from the other room, and you can feel the frustration building like a pressure cooker inside you.

Just as you're about to lose it, the front door opens and Rafe walks in, looking a little tired from his day but immediately picking up on the chaos. His eyes sweep over the scene — Charlie's tears, Lily's cries, and you, standing in the middle of it all, looking like you're about to fall apart.

Without a word, he walks over to you and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Go sit down," he says softly, his voice calm, steady. "I'll handle this."

You hesitate, feeling guilty. "Rafe, it's—"

"Go," he insists, gently taking the plate of sandwiches from your hands. "I've got it. Trust me."

For a moment, you just stand there, unsure of whether to let go. But then you realize you need to. You need a break, even if it's just for a few minutes. So, you nod and slip away, heading to the couch, sinking into the cushions with a sigh. The weight of the day slowly starts to ease off your shoulders as you let Rafe take over.

You watch from the couch as he kneels down next to Charlie, who's still crying over the sandwich situation. Rafe speaks to him softly, at eye level, and within minutes, Charlie's wails turn into sniffles. Rafe cuts the sandwich into triangles with ease, as if it's the simplest thing in the world, and hands it back to him. "Better?" he asks.

Charlie nods, his tantrum dissolving, and Rafe pats him on the head before sending him off to play.

Next, Rafe turns his attention to Lily. He picks her up from the bouncer and cradles her against his chest, bouncing gently while humming under his breath. Within minutes, her cries soften, and she nuzzles against him, finally soothed.

You watch all of this unfold, feeling both immense relief and gratitude. Rafe moves around the chaos like it doesn't phase him at all, handling everything with patience and ease — something you were fresh out of.

Once the kids are settled, Rafe heads into the kitchen, where he starts gathering ingredients. You can hear the soft sounds of pots clinking, the fridge opening, and the rhythmic chop of vegetables on the cutting board. It's almost calming just hearing him work, knowing you don't have to.

After a while, he walks back into the living room, carrying Lily in one arm and a cup of tea in the other. He hands you the tea, then sits down next to you, Lily still nestled against his chest. "Dinner's on," he says simply, as if he hasn't just worked a small miracle in the past twenty minutes.

You take the cup from him, the warmth seeping into your hands, and you lean your head against his shoulder. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. "I was... I was losing it."

Rafe kisses the top of your head, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back. "You're doing amazing," he says, his voice low and reassuring. 

"Go take a bath or something," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair. "Dinner will be ready soon. I'll keep an eye on the kids."

You hesitate for only a second before realizing that, yes, you really need that. So, you stand up, hand Lily to Rafe, and head upstairs, feeling lighter than you did just a few minutes ago. As you slip into the warmth of the bath, the noise of the house fades, replaced by the sound of running water and the distant hum of Rafe talking to Charlie.

When you come back downstairs a little while later, feeling more like yourself again, the house is calm. Charlie is quietly playing with his toys, and Rafe is in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove with Lily strapped to his chest in a baby carrier.

He turns and smiles when he sees you. "Dinner's almost ready," he says, nodding toward the table, where plates are already set.

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his back. "I don't know what I'd do without you," you murmur.

Rafe turns, pulling you into a hug, his arms strong and comforting around you. "You'll never have to find out," he says softly.

A/n = this is so delusional i doubt rafe would ever have this much patience lmao.