‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍ 𖬺 ‍‍‍‍ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗘. ‍‍‍‍

﹙ charlie was coveting herself, becoming the shell of the person she once was. and sadly, it felt so much more familiar welcoming the feeling than forgetting how shy she was. charlie offered a small smile, hearing his dad was back in ⊹

yeah, it’s okay. ﹙ carefully, she’s handing sarah off to t.j before crossing her arms over her chest. the air was thick and tense between them. ﹚ nice … to see that you’re back. and that you got back — um, safe and sound. at ⊹

﹙ she had sarah fast asleep on her chest, staring at t.j for a moment before her eyes turned elsewhere. she has to turn away, or else she would just give in to him. ﹚ yeah, this sarah. i … had her just after you left —﹙ and ⊹

﹙ charlie was home from the hospital about a week before. been given the okay to bring baby sarah home. it was a stressful birth due to worrying about t.j going out there. though, she also understood his need to save tommy. yet, ⊹

oh, do you, baby? ﹙ she’s taunting him, wanting to prolong his suffering by her. charlie wants him squirming and begging for a long time before she initiates full intimacy activities with her husband. ﹚ and what is it that i want, ⊹

﹙ she adjusted her hips — fitting her legs to around his waist. but she’ll be sure to give lots of treats to bo the next day. ﹚ you think? or you know? ﹙ charlie is teasing him, prolonging it so he begs. her brow lifts, a hint ⊹

﹙ she doesn’t want him feeling guilty, even if she knows he still will feel that way afterwards no matter what. charlie watched him, eyes hooded as her gaze stayed locked on him. god, her husband is so incredibly good looking — even ⊹