Lips permanently curved and a severe sense of pride rapidly welling up inside of him, a small chuckle escaped the older male’s lips as he finally made himself comfortable; occasionally casting a glance toward his adoring husband before blue green eyes once again settled on their small bundle of joy now lying sound asleep on the bed next to them. She was perfect. The name Hepburn often discussed during their late night post-Broadway stage babyname debates yet somehow even more perfect now that she was officially the one to answer to it. A sight of which Kurt was positive he’d never find himself grow tired of; any earlier marital squabbles beyond forgotten and inching significantly closer to Blaine as he finally nuzzled their noses together.
“Happy anniversary, daddy,” lips teased, going in for a haste, gentle kiss and features positively radiant after shooting a brief and subtle glance towards the alarm clock sitting on their nightstand as it indicated having just turned midnight. No matter how many anniversaries they had shared together in the past, their first with less-than-a-day-old little Hepburn was no doubt bound to be one even more special.
Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the top of a tiny head covered in so many dark, spiky will-someday-be-crazy-out-of-control little curls. His thumb traced back and forth across velvet skin and he had no shame in the tears in his eyes as he tucked his head down to smell his new favorite scent. The ghost of Kurt’s cologne lingering on his skin, meticulously picked baby detergent, powder and someone brand new laying between him and his husband. THEIR someone brand new. If there was ever a moment where he’d looked at Kurt throughout their years together and thought ‘I couldn’t ever possibly love someone more’, he meant it every time but had no idea how wrong he was. Because right here? Right now? Between the two of them? Blaine’s heart was filled to the brim and bursting with absolutely the most love he’s ever known and will ever discover. How did something like this feel? Wonderful? Overwhelming? No, not any of those. There were no words. Not really. Whole. Whole was as close as he got.
His family. His future. His life and soul. All here within arm’s reach and they were fathers together. “Happy Anniversary, daddy,” he repeated back with just a little taunt in return. Kurt’s quick and gentle kiss was returned with one that lingered and curved into a bright smile against his mouth. Blaine couldn’t seem to lose the way it stretched from ear to ear. “I love you so much, Kurt. Look at her. She’s ours. She’s perfect. Our daughter. Can you believe it?”
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