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Leaning in the doorway between the lounge and kitchen you watch your husband of two years play with Ava and come up with costume ideas for Halloween which was coming up soon and Ava wanted to look the best amongst her friends.
"How about a dragon? People won't expect that Ava."
You snort at George's suggestion, and Ava stops messing around with her kid makeup and stares up at her dad with big wide eyes.
"I was thinking of being a princess daddy, something classy."
George pouts, "All the girls will be dressed as princesses Ava. How about you be a dragon princess? Wear a tutu, a tiara and makeup while in a dragon costume. I think that would be cool."
Sometimes George could be a bigger child than Ava, he had the attention span of a child and the over active imagination of someone years younger than him. Ava sighs and picks up some lipstick before smearing it across George's lips sloppily.
"I'll think about it daddy, now you look pretty."
She giggles and runs out of the room leaving George stunned and in a very vibrant shade of pink which hurt your eyes the more you looked at his lips.
"We have to grow up eventually George."
You walk towards him and start picking up Ava's toys while he sits on the sofa and opens the beer you'd brought him.
George chuckles and you let out a squeal as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you down onto the sofa next to him, "says who babe?"
He cups your chin with his free hand while holding the beer in the other; he also had a serious side.
You sigh, "I had lunch with my mother, and you know how she likes to critique and judge our relationship."
"Your mother has never liked me y/n that's obvious. But who cares what she thinks, we are a happy family."
He puts a flower crown on your head and plants a bright pink kiss on your cheek and you can longer keep a straight face and giggle.
"I guess you're right George, screw what my family thinks. We don't need to grow up anytime soon, hell we're going to Disneyland next week and I think I'm more excited than Ava."
"There's my baby girl."
Putting the beer down, he releases your chin and pulls your against him so that your head was resting on his chest while he stroked your hair. You sigh in content and cuddle against him, you wouldn't want any other guy in your life. Yes, George could be a big kid sometimes, but he'd always be your big kid.
