total opposite baby, I just wish I could have... you know, held you.

don't make that face. you know I love you right? you're my flesh and bone.

you can't count the staff's tip. it's illegal.

Kneading dough, covered to the hair with flour. He's baking the reader bread, and then getting ready to make cookie dough.

chuckling it's funny seeing him, try to decorate thigh ceilings.

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no, no. he's going to help! he just was ahh... nevermind. hand him the ornaments he wants to be up.

Squeaky clean 🫧 x.com/MajorPectorali…

he's stepping into the first step of the ladder and starting to hang the ornaments, it's easier when you don't have to get on your tip toes on the final step. smirk.

making @goIdenhits stay late to try all his new dishes.

oh very good idea, bring your friends so they can try (and order!)

Fine, fine, help me pack this to go and share it with them, then. I'll give you a 20 if you collect their opinions. oh and take some buisness cards. oh and this flyers. oh and–––

// quoting to even

awesome, can always count on you. packing the lots of sauces, garlic bread, roasted veggies, all with slighty changes to the recipe. while giving confusing and contradictory indications on which one is which.

'Morning babydoll. he's still sleepy and clinging to the reader.

taking @boIdshot in his arms and twirling with him as he packs his lunch order, can he tell his son gifted him some new earphones?

it always breaks his heart a little when VINCENT MARTINELLI. goes out on the weekeend, he is his baby.

it's nice but it's also... quiet, and unsettling now.

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

daddy is home! . . . that felt weird to say.