First things first, the Doug/Seb fic is…well it’s started, I promise. I’m hoping I can be inspired enough to finish it today.
I wouldn’t be against another ‘dirty little greasemonkey’ call back at the wedding although how they’d fit it this time I don’t know but that was my favourite from the first wedding. I’d also love something new that they can call back to in the future too.
I demand Seb is in a little suit. We know he rocks a set of braces and a bow tie already so it’s only right he’s in a suit.
*Throws Inspiration Your Way*
Seb being the ring bearer would be amazing! A cute little pillow that he dribbles on. I wonder if the show will reference that reunion speech Aaron gives.
I was going to ask what the discourse was today, but on second thoughts I’m not sure I want to know.
It’s rinse, wash, repeat day for Robert/Rebecca. Wanna start a new discourse? I’ll follow you into the fray if it’s anything else!!!
Oh my I would if I could think of anything 🙂 My brain is just a big pile of mush.
Um, how do Aaron and Robert spend their Sundays? (When Aaron’s not putting up with Sandra in Dublin of course)
Ooh, Sundays!! Sunday mornings are just made for long lazy kisses in bed and not getting dressed until noon. And those two would absolutely do just that – if they didn’t have a human alarm clock the next room over. Seb likes to wake up at the butt crack of dawn, and he likes to take the whole house with him! Someone has to make the first bottle, and let’s be honest here – it’s usually Robert, because a rumpled and sleep snuggly Aaron can talk Rob into anything! He’s got a system, though. Make the bottle, grab the baby, and slide back into bed as quickly as possible. Seb usually drinks his breakfast with his head on Robert’s chest and his feet in Aaron’s face, because that’s the quickest way to wake up daddy number 2. Also, he likes his feet tickled. And so the day begins with tickles, giggles, and usually some spilled milk, but no one really cares about that at all. At some point, Liv will wake up and crawl onto the end of their bed to join the lazy conversation and laughter.
Once they finally do get out of bed at Aaron’s insistence, (I’m hungry, Robert! We can’t stay here all day!) it’s big breakfast, and park time. Or stroll through the village time. Or just couch time at home. It’s anything they want to do time, because it’s Sunday, and heaven help anyone who tries to interfere with their family bonding.
