A SMALL SCENE FROM THIS UNIVERSE BECAUSE IF I WRITE TOO MUCH, I WILL DESCEND INTO BABY HELL AGAIN (I may end up reblogging w/ more, though):
“She’s not going to learn to walk if you never put her down,” Foggy sing-songs, from the couch, while Matt walks around the room with Mary on his hip and talks softly back when she babbles out almost-words.
“I put her down all the time,” Matt says, stopping in front of him, hoisting Mary up a little higher. “I put her down plenty.”
“Sure you do,” Foggy says.
“In fact, just this morning,” Matt continues, “I was not holding our child.”
“Because I let you sleep in,” Foggy says, laughing, kicking out to poke Matt’s leg with his foot. “You stole her from me as soon as you dragged your ass out of bed, Murdock, and it’s been a cuddlefest ever since.”
“Hmm,” Matt says, noncommittally, lifting Mary up to hug her against his chest, so she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck.
“I’m making a point,” Foggy says. “Don’t be adorable at me.”
Matt sits down next to him and Mary automatically crawls into Foggy’s lap.
“What was your point again?” Matt asks.
“Our daughter’s developmental milestones–” Foggy starts, and then Mary stands up shakily in his lap to press a wet kiss to his cheek. Foggy’s quiet for a second before he groans and hugs her close, muttering, “Jesus Christ.”
“Weren’t you saying something important?” Matt asks, grinning.
“You two planned this,” Foggy says. “Get over here, it’s a cuddlefest.”
Matt scoots closer so Foggy can slide an arm around his waist, sinking down to rest his head against Foggy’s shoulder, one hand covering Foggy’s that’s resting on Mary’s back. Mary says something with both vowels and consonants in it.
“She’ll walk,” Matt says. “She’s already a genius, listen to that.”
“I know,” Foggy says. “I should be counting my blessings, she’ll probably start parkouring at age two.”
“Oh, we won’t let her do that until she’s five, at least,” Matt says, kissing his shoulder. “We’re good parents. Responsible.”
Foggy kisses Mary on the top of the head, then turns to do the same to Matt, who smiles in that really dumb cute way that he does when he’s actually happy.
“We’re great parents,” he says.
“The best,” Matt agrees, softly.
oh my god, they were roommates 