Those darn meetings keeping you. *frowns a bit* I’m having to go explore the Halloween shops here to get our costumes and trick or treats for the kids and maybe some decor *smirking a little because we both know I love shopping*

// I message you today

Good morning my sexy hubby, my heart and soul, @Jon_Ad_

// had such a stressful day. Going to try and mellow out

#WFW to a beautiful soul @LostIn__You You are more than just a friend to me. You are the sister I got to choose.

Soul sister is a blessing from above! #WFW these beautiful friends of mine @KateM_TWM @xGildedOrchid @Anika_Cavendish @DitaVonChaos @CristinaP717 @OliviaA10620 @ImmortalRoseRp @CupOSunshine_RP @AvaMonroeActor @_TenaciousJewel @1HotMess_

Soul sister is a blessing from above! #WFW these beautiful friends of mine @LumniousDream @xSugar_n_Sass @Safiya_Ciela @HisKandee @MsLacyScott @_ElenaBrooks1 @_SamM_RP @Roses_Bleed_Red @JadeP_RP @GinaCooperRP @MadiWestRp @_FerventHeart @TinkerhellBabe @GunPetalsMinx

Aw babe thank you! Your girls love their Prince Charming

Aw thank you so much sweetie

So very true! Thank you sweetie

Aw babe you know I don’t need words you always show me how much you love me!

Love you wifey

No thank you for making my sis so happy. Never seen her so happy before.

It’s a terrible feeling. You’re amazing though. Beautiful inside out.

— back to this terrace once the house was quiet again—before finally releasing her. Tbc

— knowing smirk. "The Fairy Godmother is officially off the clock for the next twenty minutes." "Twenty minutes? You're optimistic," Jon chuckled, though he didn't let go of her immediately. He stole one last, lingering kiss—the kind that promised they would find their way —

— both of them breathing in the same shared sigh of resignation. The romantic bubble hadn't popped so much as it had been gently nudged aside by the reality of an eight-month-old’s lungs. "Your turn," Josie whispered, though she was already stepping back with a playful, —

— lips, a reluctant smile playing on his face. "The mouse has awakened," he whispered, the intimacy of the moment shifting back into the familiar, frantic dance of parenthood. Jon didn't move immediately. He lingered for one more second, his forehead resting against Josie’s, —

— pocket of silence in a life currently defined by the screams of a toddler and the demands of a newborn. The spell was broken by a sharp, rhythmic thumping coming from the bedroom, followed by the distorted, high-pitched wail of the baby monitor. Jon sighed against Josie’s —