.:: AU :: HxR :: Yummy ::."Ooooh, no no. We don't make that sound." Said the other male as he held a small bundle in his arms and rocked in his rocking chair some. It seemed to calm the smaller one greatly. His little eyes looked up at Hunter and yawned as he reached for Hunter's long hair. Once it was in his little chubby hand, he gave a mighty pull. The look on Hunter's face must have been priceless since the little 5 month old prince giggled."Yeah? You think that's funny?" Hunter laughed a little, taking hold Ray's arm and pretending to nom on the hand, earning a loud, almost earsplitting giggles until his hair was released. He smiled. He figured he wasn't bad at this fathering thing... But, like most times, the small moment was ruined by that smell. "Whoa-- Little man. You smell worse then the bathroom after taco night." Hunter muttered, but the little one just laughed some. He went about changing his little poop maker.After the deed was done, he picked up Ray and laid down on the bed, on his side.
.:: AU :: HxR:: Papa loves you ::.Before you read, check out:Here's a song while you read: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4NzR7Au90oAnd don't forget to look at Epic's wonderfully made sketch: http://epic-the-great.deviantart.com/art/Waaaaaaaaaaaah-351942383"Damn it! Do you have to yell? You'll wake up the kids--" "WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SHIT FOR A HUSBAND, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO." "I swear, Candy, if you don't stop--" "You'll what? Ignore me? Forget I'm even here for you're fucking roses and shity shows?"Arms tightened around his younger sister as the fighting continued. This has been happening more and more lately. Daddy and mommy fought all the time because Daddy, as mommy put it, was always looking 'lost' and should let go about whatever happened in the past. From the way it sounded to little 7 year old Ray, daddy couldn't just 'get over it'. Maybe daddy didn't want to get over whatever it was. Ray frowned. It must be a grown up thing. 4 year old Emily cried quietly as she sat in brother's lap. her long red hair
.:: AU :: HxR :: Just another day ::.July 14. _ ___ _[10:06 pm]Running again, Hunter pressed the send button before closing his phone and slipping it into his hoodie pocket. He had tried calling but with all of his sobbing, he probably just worried the other. So he had sent a text, saying they needed to meet again. He made a sharp turn and almost ran into someone, unable to say sorry as he kept going. Running and crying was hard to do at the same time but all he wanted now was to be in his arms, listening to how every thing was gonna be safe and alright.It's not like he asked for this! What people write in love songs and stories are true. Love is blind and it can hit you like a baseball slamming hard against a bat, leaving you with the sweet sound of metal ringing-- Crap. He's been hanging out with his nephew's boyfriend to much. He was comparing things to baseball now. But as he was saying, it just happened one day as he looked at his bestfriend sitting next to him on the swing set. He had paused
.:: AU :: HxR :: Roses are always nice.. ::.As if on cue, a little 6 year old boy with strawberry blond hair and bight green eyes looked up at his father and giggled. Father was quoting the t.v. show like always and it was funny to the little one. His daddy has always had this same show or movies like this play all the time. The little boy liked them too! He liked everything his daddy did. He picked up his small toy car and a slightly worn out pink kitty plushie, heading over to his father's side to watch him arrange the flower. He struggled a bit but was able to sit on the tall stool by the elder man. His daddy was the best with flowers. He had so many pretty colors and pattens on his flowers."Daddy?" A small bitish accent asked. "Hmmm?" The older man hummed in a much deeper tone, never once looking away from his roses. "Why do you always quote the blond man on the t.v.?" Curious as always, Hunter gave a chuckle as he replied to his son. "Because Daddy likes the actor, Ray. He always has, always will." Blinking up at the olde