“Nine Months,” Caleb Murmured, Staring At The Tiny Baby In His Arms. His Baby. Their Baby. His Eyes

✨A gentleman✨

Here are some more fluff drawings while I draw dirty things during the night.

(you can see my dirty art on my Twitte/X account : @/cheeselucky3 )

I think Caleb would be a bit overstimulated after making out for the first time with mc (lil comic that i made from that tiktok trend c:)

no there is a difference in miguel and ken. KEN ISN'T SOME MIDDLE AGED FREAK CHASING AROUND A 15 YEAR OLD BOY LIKE A MANIAC. ☺️💗

This actually happened

IM SO SORRY BUT THE SIMILARITIES ARE ASTRONOMICAL ALQOSMQSKWK HE LOOKS SO CUTE THO

He got his vision back

just some dads having a snack

No one could possisbly love him like I do. He is my muse, my beautiful prince, my Mona Lisa

Sigh I need a 2nd movie now

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”