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Domesticity | Shyan

{DT: xjustasmalltowngirlx}
[Something fluffy and cute for once. I love this and baby Ryan is adorable.]

Ryan sits in the living room coloring with crayons, wearing unicorn footie pajamas with Moana playing as background noise. Ryan softly hums along with the songs as they come along. He scribbles out a drawing of him and Shane at the park.

It's simple, childlike, two stick figures holding hands with a bright yellow sun in the corner of the page. Ryan is satisfied with it, but he doesn't immediately get up to show Shane because Maui is singing You're Welcome.

So Ryan grabs a coloring book, flips open to a random page, selects a crayon and dutifully begins coloring in that picture. He makes sure to stay in the lines, tongue sticking out of his mouth a bit from concentration.

“Hey, Ry,” Shane says suddenly, walking into the room, drying his hands on a hand towel. “Do you wanna eat dinner in the dining room or out here?”

“Out here!” Ryan answers, distractedly, scribbling some purple onto the picture.

“Whatcha doin’, kiddo?” Shane asks, walking closer and squatting down next to Ryan.

“Colorin’,” Ryan says. As if that wasn't obvious. “An’ watchin’ Moana.”

“Alright, I'll bring dinner to you.” Shane kisses Ryan's temple and disappears into the kitchen.

Ryan pulls up the hood on his onesie. The now finished picture of a puppy stands proud in the coloring book.

Shane comes back, holding two bowls of good ol’ mac & cheese.

“Daddy, look,” Ryan says, smiling toothily. “Her name is Sprinkles!”

Shane sets the bowls down and takes the picture, careful not to rip or crinkle the paper. “Nice to meet you, Sprinkles, I'm Ryan's daddy, Shane.”

Ryan giggles while Shane sets the coloring page down onto the table. The smaller man grabs a bowl of mac & cheese and starts munching away, eyes glued to the TV screen.

He sways slightly to the music while Shane smiles. Shane cannot think of a happier time in his life. If he was forced to live in this moment forever, he wouldn't mind. He loves to watch Ryan in all his little glory.

They both finish eating and watching Moana, so they settle on a Marvel film. They've both migrated to the couch during this time, Ryan laying on top of Shane, head on Shane's chest. Several soft blankets rest on top of them.

Shane draws random designs on Ryan's back over top of the onesie with the tip of his fingers, his other hand laced with Ryan's. Their legs are forked together.

They're comfortable and bask in one another's heat and company.

Soon enough, around eleven-thirty at night, Ryan yawns and nuzzles closer to Shane.

“Time for bed, baby. I need to get up,” Shane says quietly. Ryan groans but sits up.

Ryan raises his arms and makes grabby hands while yawning again. Shane carefully picks him up, settling him on his hip.

They make their way to the bedroom, Ryan dozing against Shane's shoulder, drooling slightly. Shane gently sets him on their shared bed, tucks him in and strips himself down to boxers. He climbs in next to Ryan and allows the younger to cuddle into his side.

“Wuv you, Daddy…” Ryan sighs, scooching closer to his boyfriend.

“Love you too, Rybaby,” Shane whispers back, kissing Ryan's forehead softly.