So yeah this took a lot of work! So I probably won’t be doing more if you guys don’t really care that much about them. However, if you do then reblog to let me know. And even if you’re not interested in the second generation I plan on doing them for the first too. For example, Chuck never even had one of these ads so I definitely want to do him! XOXO - S
I’d like to get a feel of who roots for who and how many! Do know that you can have multiple #FavoritePairName, though if so rank them! And you don’t have to limit yourself to #Chex, #Chair, and #Mandrea. Basically anyone who has been together in Breakfast at the Basses and ultimately…
- #Chair
- #Chex
- #Mandrea
@BabyBass_ Turns out your daddy wasn’t born tragically. We pray you won’t be either. #savechuckandblair
“Ele está dormindo?” Blair sussurrou. Ela começou em direção à cama com um sorriso suave, mas depois parou. Seus olhos zoneada em vista a sua frente.
Chuck estava na cama, deitado de costas. Ele tinha um braço enfiado debaixo de seu travesseiro e outro nas costas Rhett. Seu filho dormia profundamente e pacificamente no peito de seu pai. Chuck parecia ter adormecido ao beijar a testa do bebê.
”Engraçado, vocês dois ficam muito mais inocentes quando você dorme”, disse Blair a si mesma. Ela então subiu na cama e descansou ao lado deles. Eles não haviam sido capazes de obter uma retirada Chuck, mas ele tinha dormido em qualquer chão ou colocar as duas cadeiras juntas.
Ela disse a si mesma que ela não acordá-lo, porque isso perturbaria Rhett. Ainda assim, senti bastante confortável com os três na cama. Não havia espaço de sobra. Talvez tivesse sido um pouco cruel fazer dormir Chuck no chão.
Sua mão se estendeu e gentilmente acariciou sua bochecha. Ela mordeu o lábio inferior e abanou a cabeça. Sua mão se moveu para Rhett. Eles sentiram o mesmo, recomendou um do outro calor. Como pai e filho gosta.
Wow, someone made a translation of my story? Very nice ^^
@ggwriters @BabyBass_ (From Chapter 23 of “The Other Man”)
“Is he asleep?” Blair whispered. She started towards the bed with a soft smile, but then stopped. Her eyes zoned in on the sight before her.
Chuck was on the bed, lying down on his back. He had one arm tucked underneath his pillow and the other on Rhett’s back. Their son slept soundly and peacefully on his father’s chest. Chuck appeared to have fallen asleep while kissing the baby’s forehead.
“Funny, you two look far more innocent when you sleep,” Blair said to herself. She then climbed on the bed and rested down beside them. They hadn’t been able to get Chuck a pullout, but he had slept on either the floor or put the two chairs together.
She told herself that she didn’t wake him because it would disturb Rhett. Still, it felt rather comfortable with all three of them on the bed. There was plenty of room. Perhaps she had been a tad cruel making Chuck sleep on the floor.
Her hand reached out and gently stroked his cheek. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. Her hand moved to Rhett’s. They felt the same, shared each other’s warmth. Like father—like son.
