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✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Dad!Caleb always wants to have the baby in his arms. They're so small and delicate. The only place that they're truly safe is in his arms. Most of the time, he'll hold them so lovingly. Other times, he'll hold them like a football.

Dad!Caleb likes to match his outfit to the baby’s clothes. His favorite thing to do in the morning when he doesn't have to wear the colonel uniform is pick out what the two of them are going to wear. They're a matching set wherever they go.

Dad!Caleb added a new locket to his necklace. It’s got a lock of the baby’s hair from their first haircut in it.

Dad!Caleb loves and hates that the baby is exactly like him. They whine when you’re not around. They always want your attention. He understands why, after all you’re amazing, but he also wants to spend time with you too! He’ll get over it...probably.

Dad!Caleb watches the baby’s shows with them. You’ve found him laying on the ground during tummy time staring blankly at bouncing fruit sensory video before. That's when you know he needs a break.

Dad!Caleb hates that he can't be around as often as he wants. He has you facetime so he can see you and the baby whenever he has free time. There's so many close up pictures in his phone of the baby from weird angles. He loves all of them.

Dad!Caleb cries when the baby starts crying to confuse them and make them stop screaming. It usually works. He always looks smug when it does.

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

Here a Caleb WIP, It will be uncensored on my Twitter/X @cheeselucky3

Caleb 'the Prankster' Pt 1/?

Who is unable to keep their hands still for 2 seconds.

Caleb didn't use to feel relief whenever he returned to his home. When you live alone, when nobody was there to greet him at the door, what did it matter? Caleb was incapable of being happy without a certain someone by his side.

"Honey, I'm home!" But things are different now. Caleb didn't have to worry about stepping into his home to find cold, dark rooms. The one girl who held the key to his heart was with him now. Nothing mattered besides that.

So, Caleb doesn't care that he was exhausted. His body craves to flop into his bed and sink into his mattress for a week. But Caleb doesn't even consider it. Not when he's been waiting to see you for all these weeks.

Caleb sweeps you off your feet as you come to greet him. His strong arms, though tired, hold you effortlessly. Burrowing his nose in her hair he breathes in your sweet scent. The relief he felt while smelling the real her instead of simply smelling her perfume that he takes with him on business trips was unparalleled.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?" Caleb murmurs into your soft hair, his cheek nuzzling the top of your head. His warm hands, still covered by his leather gloves, rub up and down the small of your back.

Caleb pulls away enough to look into your beautiful face. Your adorable cheeks look thinner than he remembers. That won't do. Caleb loves to squish your cute chipmunk cheeks whenever he can. He couldn't trust that you took care of yourself properly when he wasn't around.

"It looks like you've lost weight. Didn't I text you every day to remind you to eat three meals?" Caleb scolds lightly. Setting you gently on your feet Caleb makes his way to the kitchen.

"I'll make something filling for you."

Inspired by one tweet that was deleted, I suppose. I'm really laughing because of this fact :>

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pilot blobbus has been hogging big wife blobbus too much...

“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…”