Imagines and Preferences | Kris Kostov

♡ Daddy ♡

"Okay Tim, say Daddy" I said to my one year old son and try to teach him saying daddy.

"Mommy" he answered.

"No say Daddy" I said again.

"Mommy" he answered again.

"Hey Kristian" suddenly Corbyn said.

"Ahhh what the fuck Corbyn? Are you breaking in y/n and mine house?" I yelled.

"No I call in entering without permission."

"So breaking in?" I rolled my eyes.

"Who cares?" He asked.

"I care I could've call the police. Be happy I didn't do that."

"Yeah yeah calm down bro"

I turned around to Tim an said again
"Say daddy"

"Mommy"

"Ugh fucking shit." I rolled my eyes.

"Why the hell can't he say daddy?" I yelled around.

"Because his Mommy is cooler than his daddy" Corbyn answered.

"Hey I'm back" my beautiful wife, y/n said suddenly.

"Fucking shit" Tim yelled.

"What the-. Who told you this?" She asked him

"Daddy."

She turned around to face me.

"Kristian Konstantinov Kostov" she yelled at me.

"Oh. She mad" corbyn said and walked a few steps away.

"Babe why are you yelling at me? Corbyn broke in our house."

She turned around to face Corbyn.

"Corbyn Matthew Besson. What the f*ck."

"Hey hey hey. Don't yell at me. Kristian shouldn't have swore."

"Mmhh yeah" she mumbled and looked at me again.

"Kristian, he is 1 year old. You can't swear in front of a child. What's gotten into you?" She yelled at me and I raised my hands in the air.

"He broke in and you're mad at me." He pouted.

"That's not fair. I was just trying to teach him how to say daddy."

"Well, I can call you daddy too mmhh?" She said.

Corbyn shrieked.

"OMG GUYS HERE ARE CHILDREN"

"He doesn't even know what we're taking about chill bro" I said and pulled y/n in for a kiss.

"Okay Tim we're going to get you an ice cream. Come with uncle Corbyn." Corbyn said and turned to us.

"Let's give them some time alone" and with that he left.

Yeahh a short one but hey, I tried my best.

Hope you like it ❤

-L