𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾:
𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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you wake up to silence, a completely unusual occurrence in the bowen household.
usually, arcadia is crying by now, hungry or in need of a diaper change; or ricky is making too much noise as he rushes to get ready for school.
hm.
you climb out of bed, pulling on a pair of reindeer pajama pants and a simple white tank, and then head on into the kitchen.
mike is hunched over the stove, cooking some eggs and sausage. ricky is sitting at the dining table, cooing at arcadia who sits on his lap.
your heart swells at the sight. it's been three months since arcadia was born, and you never tired of seeing ricky with your daughter, who literally already looked just like him.
you walk over to them and lean down to press a kiss to arcadia's little nose, smiling as she scrunches up her nose.
"excuse me!" ricky exclaims dramatically. "where is my christmas kiss?"
you roll your eyes as ricky puckers his lips. you press your lips to his, feeling him smile against you.
his eyes are still closed, a dopey smile on his face when you pull away.
"merry christmas, ricky."
"merry christmas, babe."
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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