Never Wanted To Be Anyone’s Controversially Younger Girlfriend More Than I Want To Be His

It’s all about him!

my everything

quick break:

he wants me so fucking bad.

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baaaaaaby boy

The polite clapping. The subtle eyeroll. The nose/mouth twitch. 10/10

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OMG IMAGINE READER COMING HOME TO RAFE WITH HEAVY MAKEUP AND HAIR CLIPS IN HIS HAIR AND THEIR DAUGHTER JUST RUNNING AROUND WITH LIKE THOSE PRINCESS DRESSES SAYING THAT SHE MADE HER DAD A PRINCESS LIKE HER

"what happened to you?" you covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile.

you had just came home from grocery store when you stopped at the entrance to look at the unusual view in front of you.

rafe was sitting on the ground, make up full done and glittery pink hair clips in his blonde hair.

if you told someone that the always so cold and heartless rafe cameron was letting his daughter put shimmery lipstick on his lips and bright yellow eyeshadow on his eyes they would have laughed at you.

"don't say a word" rafe said, opening his eyes for a second just for your daughter to shut them closed right after.

"daddy keep them closed!" daisy protested, sitting beside rafe with a focused look on. bossy like your mommy, rafe whispered under his breath.

your one year old son sat in front of his father with a terrified look on and as soon as he saw your figure at the front door he crawled to you, so happy to see his mama back home.

"baby, did you turn daddy into a princess?" you smiled at daisy, who was now attaching coloured stickers on rafe's face, so content with her work.

the same stickers that rafe found after interminable hours of searching because he didn't have the heart to tell your daughter that the store didn't have them, so he had to drive to the town next to yours.

"yes mommy, pretty like me!" she stood up and gave a little twirl to show you the princess dress rafe got her a few days ago, that she insisted to put on this morning.

"you're so pretty, sweet girl." you kneeled down to place a kiss on her head and sat next to rafe, noah on your hip.

"now why don't you do mommy's hair too?" rafe suggested, pulling you on his lap and not allowing you to escape.

you spent the next two hours letting your daughter and rafe cover your face with whatever thing daisy pulled from her little bag. at the end of the makeup session you two looked ridiculous and rafe caught the moment you were distracted by putting a tiny clip on noah's hair to snap a picture of your perfect little family.

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