wouldn’t mind a cuddle when she has a sec.

relatable. he may or may not be taking a ‘sick day’ today to lounge around the house with the little one.

vibing with the team. ⛸️

real.

“yeah, fair. i don’t think my ibs appreciates it, but i kinda stopped giving a shit,” he says with a little snort and a shrug, just before ella comes into view. “juste comme on t’a prévu,” teddy grins down at her as she slides up onto a chair, and he kisses her temple. “and extra cheese.”

“it’s just milk? you drink it? put it on cereal?” teddy says with a shrug, having grown up doing that for as long as he can remember. he doesn’t understand people who drink pop first thing in the morning, but to each their own. oh, and look — here comes the little one now.

he’s in a hoodie and sweats, though he’ll probably change to shorts if and when he gets moving. the kiss is quite eagerly returned, an the question causes him to cant his head, ginger-blond brows furrowing slightly as he shrugs. “i dunno — milk? pop? whichever’s easier, comme tu veux.”

she’s a fucking angel. he’s pausing his video game now, setting aside his controller and doing a quick check of ella before his attention shifts to lina and the incoming — much needed — food. he’s starving.

she does. 💁🏼‍♂️ they can be a whole skating family.

which is why she’s getting there. she’s good, and she’s getting even better.

hell yeah. he’s happy with either. chicken?

she’s definitely getting there.

giving @gatareigns.bsky.social skating lessons after practice.

oof, his stomach is being a ( bitch ) tonight. where the fuck is his gravol when he needs it?

then sign him up. just cheese on his, please. he’s not down for olives or peppers or anything. gonna need lots of queso, though.

. . .what’s she making?

yaaaawn. he was up late, and now he’s kinda just not feeling it today? currently just vibing on the couch with his daughter, who’s napping.

breaking out the canadian tuxedo. 👖✌🏻

breaking out the canadian tuxedo. 👖✌🏻

what a shame. rain cheque, then?

if she’s offering—

“sorry, what was that?” he asks playfully, just as he’s leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “i can’t — quite — make out — what — you’re saying,” he teases, punctuating every few words with another kiss to her lips, arms snugly around her.

🤨

“hey. it’s basically midnight. means i’m definitely gonna need to collect that kiss tax from you,” he teases, waggling ginger-blonde brows as he looks down at her. he grins as he speaks, blue eyes sparkling slightly in the light of the tiki torches.

so unserious.

a party he’s somewhat eager to leave, truthfully, but that’s neither here nor there. ( he’s not a big partier, as she knows ). he’s been standing near the edge of the hotel’s rooftop pool, vehemently waving her over once he finally catches sight of her.

hunting down @gatareigns.bsky.social for that new year’s kiss.

of her? hell yeah it is.

he’s got some flower leis for himself, @gatareigns.bsky.social and ella. a little ‘tacky tourist’, sure, but they can wear them by the pool. and they’re actual flowers.

ouch. well, aloe vera lather incoming!

damn — that’s usually him, being slightly red-haired and all. he’s all over it — he’s got calamine lotion, aloe vera, the works.

good, ‘cause the water’s just fine.

merry christmas, ya filthy animals. ( feat the hotel pool. ) 📸: @gatareigns.bsky.social

which doesn’t take him long, and he even had a minute to put on some cologne, too. and with that, he’s pulling up next to them, suitcase in hand, a ( slightly weary ) smile on bearded features. he’s ready to get the fuck outta here.

great, but he’s still gonna check. she is — she’s told him herself. said she’d glad not to be the only girl in the house anymore, and she said she likes the way she always smells good and looks pretty. ( things teddy likes, too, naturally. ) the kiss is returned, and he stands now, too.

true enough. 😎 but he’s gotta triple check to make sure everything’s locked, he isn’t forgetting anything, and ella’s ready to go.

relatable. she can always sleep on the plane, though.

he takes that to mean she’s all packed, then?

which he’s always happy to provide. someone’s gotta do it.

deciding what to put in her toiletry bag, he’s sure. he’ll be right there.

he thought it might. . . .almost three hours.

well, one of the words is ‘rearrange’. does that help?

that’s more like it. just as he expected. he’s happy to r******** her g*** anytime.

“that’s just an added bonus,” teddy says with a shrug and a yawn, a sleepy grin on bearded features. “i’m tired, burnt out, and i need a fuckin’ break. so does ella. so do ( you ).” a little shrug of tattooed shoulders. “i’m just kinda ( done ), y’know?”

still eagerly awaiting clarification.

he doesn’t. not a clue. he needs clarification.

hm. kinda disappointing.

“one less thing to do,” he says with relief, mentally crossing it off his to-do list. he heaves himself slightly onto his side, facing her as she judges him, happily taking her hand in his. “fuck yeah. i’m not going to spend a week on a beach ( without ) you.”

“and i need to triple check the heating, locked doors, make sure we’ve eaten all the perishables, lock my car, get the mail. . .” the list goes on, but again, he’s hers for now. clad in just his shorts and very much ready for bed, flopping onto his stomach.

he’s just finished slamming it shut and zipping it up, and he helped ella do the same before her bedtime. all hers now.