dolan twin daddy imagines - 2

morning routine//e.d

(y/n pov)

Ethan sighed as he set the camera up on the dresser. He leaned in to whisper. "Good morning," he grumbled into the camera. He rubbed at his face, walking back. It wasn't even in focus. He showed the camera his phone. "It's four in the morning."

He rubbed his face again, running his hands over his arms, exposed through the tank top he'd worn to bed. "I woke up to piss and thought I'd do this shit now so I get that- what's it called?" he paused to think. "That wake-up thing- I don't know, whatever."

He waved at the camera before walking away. He walked back in seconds. "This is a morning routine thing, by the way." And with that, he fell back into bed, an arm over you.

He looked back up it, glancing at it with hooded eyelids before his head fell back onto his pillow and he headed right back to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you didnt even notice the camera on the dresser. You waddled into the washroom to do your business and got changed in your closet as you always did.

You didnt even see it as you sat at your dresser to brush your hair and did whatever you did in the mornings to get ready. And without a glance at it, you headed downstairs to get breakfast ready.

It was Charlotte that noticed the camera as she walked into her parents' room, hair a mess from sleeping. She walked over to peer at it, looking at herself in the viewfinder with a frown before climbing up the bed.

She sat on E's back, him having rolled over, once you'd left, onto his stomach, hugging a pillow. "Daddy?" she asked, tugging on his shoulder. He groaned, turning his head. "Daddy?" she asked again, cautiously looking back at the camera, a little confused.

"Hm?" he mumbled, head burying deeper into his pillow.

"Daddy, v-og?" she asked, poking at his crown tattoo. He sighed, looking back at her, now awake. He rubbed at his eyes and she crawled off of him so he could turn to his back. She climbed back onto his chest, lying down.

"What's hapennin'?" he asked, hugging her. "Couldn't sl-" he stopped, remembering.

He looked at the camera, realizing that she'd noticed it. "Fi-m?" the three-year-old asked. He nodded, kissing her head, just as he did every morning.

He ran his fingers through her hair as she let out a little yawn. "Where's your brothe-" And then came his noises from the baby monitor. E smiled, turning to look at it as you walked in, picking the one-year-old up and out of his crib.

E stretched his arms and sat up, pulling Charlotte onto his chest as he stood. He walked over and picked up the camera. "Good morning," he said with a smile, more energy this time. Charlotte turned to the camera, one arm around E's neck as she reached for the camera.

E let her take it. "Hello!" Ethan chuckled, taking her out and into the hall, only to be met with you walking out, holding Clemens' hands, the little baby stumbling in front of you, trying to walk.

"Good morning," E mumbled, leaning in to kiss you. You pulled away, glancing at the camera in Charlette's hands.

"Whatcha filming?" you asked, walking away and down to the kitchen, picking Clemens up.

"A morning routine, remember?" You raised your eyebrows, nodding. Clemens pulled at his hair. "Oh wait, what're we doing?" E asked, turning back.

You smiled, shaking your head. "Teeth!" Char yelled. E nodded at her, taking the camera as he put her down. She reached for his hand and they walked to the bathroom together.

He set the camera up before pulling her up onto the counter. "Wanna do it by yourself?" he asked with a smile. She nodded.

"Big girl now, daddy," she said with a giggle, sticking the toothbrush in her mouth once E'd put some toothpaste on it.