raising it » david dobrik

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"David, what did I say?" I snapped, not even cracking a smile when he playfully rolled his eyes. "What'd I say? Tell me!"

"Not to have the flamethrower in the house," he mumbled under his breath, obviously slightly embarrassed of his actions.

"Come again?" I leaned forward and cupped a hand around my ear, pretending I couldn't hear him when I knew good and well I could.

"Not to have the flamethrower in the house," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I needed to use it for a bit with Jason."

"Okay, well I need you to not burn our fucking baby alive," I sent him a sarcastic smile, slapping him with the afghan I had just taken off of Luke. "Take it to Jason's and don't bring it back."

"Okay," he huffed, his finger finding its way into Luke's hand, who was laying beside David on the couch. "You know I wouldn't hurt him, right?"

"Not intentionally," I laughed, carefully sitting down so that Luke was in between us, sleeping peacefully. "That doesn't mean you won't hit a curtain and burn the whole place down."

"Sorry," he awkwardly smiled, eyes still on Luke. "I'll get rid of it."

"Thanks, babe," I grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," he chuckled, running his free hand through my hair and stopping it at the nape of my neck, keeping me in place. "When are we making another baby?"

"Shut up," I laughed, swatting his hand away from me. "Whenever my vagina stitches dissolve, we'll talk about extremely protected sex."

"Oh, it's always about you," David jokingly complained, smirking when I rolled my eyes.

"When is Jason going to be here?" I asked, leaning back into the couch to make myself comfortable. Jason was coming over to film a podcast and he was supposed to bring us lunch, which is what I was most excited for.

"Like five minutes. I unlocked the door so he doesn't wake anyone up," he lightly tickled his hand over Luke's stomach.

"You're gonna wake him up, idiot," I giggled, smoothing down his tiny bit of hair with a soft smile on my face. "I love him."

"I love you," David replied. "And him. Both."

"I love you too," I kissed his cheek, standing when I heard some shuffling at the door. Jason got to our house sooner than we thought. "I'll be right back."

"I can do it—"

"You make sure he doesn't roll off the couch," I instructed with a smile, hurrying to the door to help Jason with the Chickfila bags. "Hey, Jas."

"Hey, Sloane," he smiled, loosely hugging me as not to hurt me. "You're looking better."

"You mean I'm looking less like I just popped a baby out?" I tilted my head to the side in confusion, only laughing when he nodded. "Thanks. I think my uterus is going down. I only look about three months pregnant now."

"At least you don't look five months like Jason," David joked, but while trying to remain quiet, it came out a little awkward. I rolled my eyes while Jason flicked him off. David stood up and grabbed a sleeping Luke, bringing him over for Jason to see. "Don't be loud."

"Really? I was going to scream," Jason sarcastically mumbled, taking the baby carefully from David's hands and cradling him in his arms. "He really is lovely, guys. So cute."

"We know!" I cheered, kissing David on the cheek. "You've eaten?"

"Yeah, I had lunch with Trisha earlier," he told me and I nodded, pulling our sandwiches out of the bag.

"Do you want to hold him while Sloane and I eat, or do you want me to go put him in the crib?" David asked, and Jason said he'd just sit on the couch with him. I kept a close eye on him from the counter and scarfed my sandwich down, partially due to hunger but also due to the fact that Jason was in charge of keeping my baby alive. Sure he was already a dad, but I had no doubt that his wife probably did most of the work. I didn't trust him at all.

"Jason, you're taking the flamethrower with you when you leave," I told him once I was finished, grabbing the object and placing it near the door, next to Jason's shoes. "It shouldn't be in a house with a baby."

"I'm surprised it's been here the full week," Jason laughed, shifting Luke in his arms. I kept a watchful eye to make sure he didn't wake up, sighing in relief when he opened his mouth a few times and finally settled back down into sleep.

"It's been outside," I explained. "But David kept saying it was going to rust, so I let him put it in the closet but it magically moved around today."

"I don't sound like that," David mumbled through his sandwich, shutting up when I sent him a look. Shoving the empty cartons back into the paper bag haphazardly, he said, "Okay, we have to record. I still have to edit my vlog for tonight."

I held back my eye roll at that. David took one day off for our child, the day he was born, and since then, he has jumped straight back into his work. It wasn't like he was avoiding spending time with our son or not completing his fatherly duties, but that meant he was working himself constantly to get things done. He would only film with other people if they came over or if Luke and I were both asleep, and he only edited very late at night on posting days. He needed a break, but he never listened to me, so I let him continue to run himself dry.

Luke and I sat in the living room while they recorded, listening to everything they said. They talked about Jason and Trisha's sex life (of course) and how David couldn't wait until Luke was "more durable" so he could do more things with him. Yes, he said durable. He wanted our baby durable so he could toss him around and have less of a chance of hurting him. For a second, I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

It was towards the end of the podcast where things got sappy and sweet, and I, usually an emotional wreck and also with some serious spiked hormones, couldn't hold my tears back at what I heard.

Jason asked, "So with a kid now, how does it feel? Do you feel like you know what you're doing?"

"I'm telling you, I have never respected you more, Jason," David said earnestly, patting his older friend on the back. "If Luke and Sloane aren't directly in my line of sight every second of the day, all I'm doing is worrying about what could have happened to them. The fact that you never know where your kids are..."

"Hey!" Jason exclaimed, laughing, and I heard a distinct slap echo throughout the house. "You can't be sincere for two seconds, can you?"

"Sorry, sorry," David chuckled. "I don't know how to explain it right. I don't know how to do it justice. It's like my heart's walking outside my body, and every time I'm away from them, all I can do is worry and wonder when I'll see them again. They're just walking around with my heart in their possession and they don't even know it. It's crazy, Jason. It's a crazy feeling."

I knew how he felt.

why am i crying in the club rn lmao

ik the pics are watermarked, but the baby belongs to @.frkeinevoll on ig!! feels kinda weird posting a random person's baby without giving them cred, but they have some cute ass HQ pics of babies if u want to check them out!! :) :) :)

xoxo abby