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I swing both ways and miss every. God. Damned. Time.
Grr
LET me on the bed i promise i wont lay on top of you and squish u under my big dog weight please ple please please let me up i promise i'll lay only on a fair amount of bed for me and not take up all the space :3 please pleas (lying)
AHHHH STOP THIS IS SO CUTIEE😍😚
୨୧ new parents ୨୧
PAIRING : jacob black x female reader
SUMMARY : request —here
NOTE : yall are 21 +
jacob had always been strong. physically, emotionally, spiritually. but the moment he held your baby in his arms for the first time, all that strength turned into something softer. fiercer, even. protective in a way that made his chest ache. you were half asleep on the hospital bed, your hair messy, cheeks flushed, and a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. jacob sat beside you, shirt rumpled, one big hand cradling your newborn’s head as they rested on his bare chest, tiny heartbeat tucked right against his own.
“she’s got your eyes,” he whispered, voice all raspy emotion as he looked at your daughter. “but the scowl. that’s totally me.” you let out a soft laugh, eyes misty. “If she gets your temper, I’m doomed.”
“she’s already got your attitude,” he countered, brushing your hair back with such tenderness it nearly made you cry. “she made a whole stink when the nurse tried to swaddle her.”
you smiled up at him. “she’s a little wolf already.”
he glanced at the tiny girl again. still sleeping soundly against him and his voice dropped. “she’s my whole world. you both are.”
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back home in your cozy little house in la push, the nights got longer and the exhaustion set in. but jacob never complained. he’d take the 3AM shift, gently bouncing her in his arms while humming old lullabies passed down from his mom and billy. he’d talk to her in a low whisper, telling her stories about the moon, the pack, how he met you.
“she’s gonna be a little warrior like her mom,” he’d say, brushing his thumb over her tiny hand. “and I’ll be right here. always.” and when you’d peek into the nursery in the middle of the night, you’d see jacob fast asleep on the floor, baby in his arms, a blanket thrown over both of them, and a smile on his face. you’d kneel down beside them and whisper, “I think we did something really, really good.”
and Jacob, even half asleep, would nod. “the best thing I’ve ever done.”