Zack just smiled, thinking that she was well aware of what he meant. He groaned a little as Catherine kissed back. It had been a long time since the couple had kissed like this, and needless to say, Zackary had missed it. He wrestled his tongue with hers gently, as his hands settled on her lower back, relaxing his wrists into a more comfortable position.

Catherine bestowed a small smile to herself, one that could most likely be felt in the kiss at the sound of the groan and savored the feeling of his tongue wrestling hers a moment later. Her amber brown eyes loving as she sucked his lower lip, stroking the back of his neck, allowing one hand reaching up to tangle in his hair.

Zack smiled, “I could.” he then grinned even wider, kissing her again, “Thanks, babe,” he said. Zackary couldn’t help but feel good that Catherine whimpered, and moved up to her lips, biting the bottom one gently, tugging at it even a little. He then softly licked her lips, his tongue asking for entrance as he fiddled with her hair carefully.

“For what?” she questioned as he thanked her, she didn’t see the point in him using his manners as she’d merely pointed out what she’d observed. Catherine giggled as he tugged at her lower lip gently between his teeth. Feeling his lips press against hers a moment later, she kissed back fervently, a smile forming under the kiss as burrowed her small body against his and she draped her arms around his neck. She felt the tip of his tongue against her lips and parted them to bade entrance to his tongue.

“I could imagine,” he replied, as now thinking about it compared to his sister’s daughter, he was quite easy to please, for today at least. “I did?” he raised his eyebrow, wondering if she was telling the truth, or just trying to make him feel a little bit better about what he saw as bad parenting skills so far. Zackary’s hands wandered down to her thighs, which he massaged gently, nibbling on Catherine’s ear softly.

“You could?” she questioned, forcing a small laugh. “You really did,” she clarified, knowing he’d immidiately feel the need to second guess and assume it was stated out of pity. She hadn’t done too well her first few days either but she’d had her mothers help when they were home that was. Catherine smirked trying to ignore the tingling running through her body instead emitting a small whimper of approval.

“Really?” Zackary laughed, “I thought it was quite bad,” he chuckled, being the second youngest in his family he didn’t remember what Brandon was like when he was a baby. “Yep,” Zack smiled, pulling Catherine closer to his body as he sucked on her neck gently, wrapping his arms around her waist as his lips wandered between her lips and neck.

“He’s had worse days,” she confessed, knowing some days he was inconsolable, even prior to her fulfilling his needs for food and diaper changes. “You’re learning,” she shrugged modestly, which was true he did well in comforting Oscar but was a little skeptic on certain aspects of it. “You did well though today,” she encouraged, pecking his cheek gently. She proceeded in stroking his curls subconsciously, a tiny small tugging at the corners of her lips as she tilted her head, giving him better access while breathing faintly.

“No one’s perfect behaviour wise,” Zack corrected, smiling still. He then laughed again, “What has this day been like so far? Nightmare or a good day?” Zackary nodded at Catherine calling him cheesy, as he was well aware that he was, “Exactly like that,” he smiled proudly, sticking his tongue out at her playfully. He just smiled when she told him that she loved him. He knew that she did - he just didn’t think that he was the perfect guy for her, and something in his mind kept on telling him that she was going to leave him.

“Good point,” she murmured quiety, it being no surprise that as always Zackary had been hit the nail it’s head accurate and correct in his observations. “Why you’d compare it to the word ‘nightmare’ in the first place I have no clue.” she laughed light heatedly, making light of the situation. “But seriously. It’s been pretty good,” she asumed, this being said in all honesty. “What about you?” she asked, seeking his opinion. “Hm, thought so…” she smirked slyly, hinting that it was in itself a massive coincidence. She wrinkled her nose playfully at him upon seeing him poking his tongue out at her, she than fiddled idly with one of his dark curls.

He laughed at her added comment, “Most of the time?” he laughed again, “Well, at least it isn’t ‘some of the time’,” he smirked. “I’m telling the truth,” Zack smiled, wrapping his hands around Catherine’s waist, “You’re always beautiful,” he said, covering her face with pecks of his lips, “And I will always love you,” he smiled again, empathizing on the will.

“No babies perfect behavior wise.” she shrugged her shoulders before tapping her chin as though contemplating. “He also has those ‘some of the time days,’” she added to a spark a reaction, she grinned playfully at Zackary. “I give you full permission to take him off my hands those days.” she finished jokingly as she wrung her hands in her lap. “Hm… kind of like the way you’re always massively cheesy?” she questioned, each brush of his lips on her face eliciting a smile. “I’ll always love you too,” she answered in utmost sincerity, knowing feelings were a big responsibility but it being whole hearted each time she’d say it.

Zack just smiled. He knew Oscar would be a little bit of a nightmare when it came to sleep. Even in the crib in the hospital, he was squirming around, even though he was sleeping. “I’m sure he’s a joy,” Zackary laughed, taking Catherine’s hand. “It is when it’s you,” he smiled sweetly up at her, patting his lap to ask her to sit on it. In the meantime, he just rocked back and forth.

“He is,” she paused and smiled fondly at nothing in particular before adding a small, deliberate “Most of the time,” shortly after, which wasn’t being said to tease the boy, it was normal. “Is that so?” she questioned, catching onto his hint she seated herself lightly on his lap, tugging happily at one of his short curls. “Or are you just saying that?” 

“Really,” he laughed, “I wake up a lot of people in my house sometimes.” Zackary smirked, the frequent event in his mind, the last time it happened was only a couple of days ago. “You look tired,” he shrugged, honestly telling Catherine what she looked like. “Beautiful,” he added, assuring her that she still looked pretty, “But tired.”

“You and Oscar both,” Catherine laughed, knowing her mothers were far from impressed with Oscar’s sleeping habits. Catherine figured he’d grow out of it, much like babies would many habits eventually.”Yes because tired is very attractive,” she mumbled sarcastically but playfully, threading her fingers through her fringe as she smoothed it out.

“Unfortunate?” he asked, a little confused, “Nah,” he laughed a little, “I get high on coffee too,” Zack smirked, remembering the first time he had coffee. One of his older brothers knew that he was grumpy and tired, so they gave him some coffee, and to say he was hyper was an understatement. Luckily, he had calmed down quite a bit when he drank coffee, but at times he was uncontrollable. “Alright,” Zackary shrugged a little at Catherine, knowing that she could see the guilt that was prominent in his eyes.

“Yes unfortunate,” she concurred, knowing one cup of caffeine on occasion was already an overdose since it was a rarity, her body wasn’t entirely used to the effects of it. “Really?” she giggled softly, unable to imagine Zackary floundering about in a hyperactive sense. “I can’t picture that,” she said in utmost honesty. “If I look tired, Zack. You can tell me.” she offered with a curt laugh, her gaze falling downcast, she figured he’d maybe hinted so from asking how much sleep she’d gotten.

“Oh I think it is!” Zackary laughed, smirking a little at the innocent glint in Catherine’s eyes. “And that is what coffee is for, Cat,” he winked, as he used the beverage during the night if he wanted to stay up, or if he was tired during the day from the lack of sleep the night before. “You sure?” he asked Catherine, already knowing that Oscar could be exhausting, even though he’d only spent about an hour and a half with him.

“Of course you do,” she muttered knowingly, her mouth quirking into a smile. “Coffee?” she paused, giggling lightly at the memory. “Have you ever been unfortunate enough to have witnessed the effect coffee has on me?” she questioned, knowing he hadn’t but also knowing the term ‘happy, bouncy cat,’ was sorely an understatement when referring to her after having consumed caffeine. “Positive,” she assured him, not wanting him to feel any guiltier than he already did. She could read it on his face when he was, he’d have a guilt ridden glint in his chocolate brown eyes, one that couldn’t possibly be missed.

I want cookies!

I now see where Zackary gets his cookie addiction infatuation from. 

(Source: dr-meredith-shepherd)

I think we could all do with having a little childish innocence injected into our lives. It’s why I fail to understand why some people view seeing the best in situations as naive, hope is a fleeting thing – so the few chances we have to grab it, I think you should and then cling on to it, opposed to wishing it away. I guess it’s like what they say – when you meet the right person, it defies reason, and you just know that they’re something special. From what I’ve learned, over the last day especially, I can imagine you being the selfless one out of everybody. Putting them above yourself – it’s a hard thing to do. Everyone has selfish moments, but it takes someone special to have the ability to rein them in, so that they can help others. I think I know what I’m meant to do with my life, but it’s kind of in a ‘shades of grey’ area. Well – I know any future children are going to have some of the best aunts. I think Oscar got lucky in the mother department.

Agreed. I miss my childish innocence, I was swiftly rigged of that. I suppose at one point I wanted to grow up too fast, now I sort of miss it. I guess everyone goes through that stage though, right? Some people are unable to search for the positive aspects in situations so they immediately settle for the reality of the negatives. We aren’t naive, we just know how to make light of situations. That perfectly epitomizes how I feel about Zackary. Is that how you feel when you’re with Jesse? Well, I feel the need to help people in order to help myself, I can’t just so as long as someone else isn’t happy. It’s as simple as that. That’s why my family constantly manifests my actions, I thrive on their happiness. You seem to do the same, Taylor. From what I can tell you do things with minimal fuss, displaying grace, skill, and dignity. You take good care of your family and my brother, that’s selflessness to it’s very core. I see, I’m sure if it’s meant to be it’ll work itself out. Aw! Wait - when you marry my brother, that makes you Oscar’s aunty, lucky him, mm? Thank you. As will your future children! 

That is sadly true, in a way I almost miss when everyone held their childish innocence. At least then you knew that the majority of people around you where truly smiling and not just trying to keep the world from finding out something that they would rather not share. I wouldn’t say it was sad. The ability to love is what makes us human, if people were honest they’d admit that wanting someone to love them back and spend forever with them, is what they want. That sounds oddly profound, yet admirable. If you found the path that feels right for you at this age, then I assume it must be oddly calming. Thank you – though the only thing that makes me feel okay about the thought of future children is that I couldn’t imagine them having a better father than your brother. So even if I’m not the best mother, they’ll still have someone who can look after them properly. I’m sort of glad I lost track of things last year, as long as you learn from your mistakes and they don’t hurt anyone, I think mistakes are needed. It’s human to err, like you said, it’s how we handle our errors that make us who we are. Personally I think it’s more childish to look for a person’s bad qualities. Those aren’t hard to find, if you take the time to look for a person’s good qualities you might gain a friend that no-one else would ever even try to befriend. It’s easy to judge people, it’s harder to focus on the better qualities a person possesses. Exactly – the better traits need to be brought out, and that’s probably never going to happen unless they think someone believes in them. I’m glad we’ve met too.

I miss those days when a grazed knee, the cooties a boy possessed or discovering a dream we’d pervasive and aspire for was our biggest concerns. We were almost free spirited back than, I think we almost could have lived by those quotes in those distinct years of our lives. Well I’ve known who I’ve wanted to spend forever with since the day I’d chanced upon their presence! I guess I should have somehow expected it, I was always inherently maternal. Even as child I felt this strong need to take care of the people around me, whether it be making sure that their tummies are full by missing out and sharing my food, making sure others don’t skin their knees, make sure that they’re happy and healthy in every way imaginable. I always wondered where I’d developed those traits from. I guess time really does tell, it is calming. Do you think you’ve figured out your purpose in life yet? Jesse’s going to be an amazing father one day, so really your future children are going to have the best of everything, parent wise. A kind, warmhearted, gentleman father and an insightful, sweet mother. What more could they possibly ask for? Exactly, that’s what the misunderstood person needs, someone who will endlessly console them and encourage them to bring out their best.

“Mhm,” he smirked, even laughing slightly. “Yeah…” Zackary faded a little. He then laughed a little again at Catherine’s next sentence, “Sleep is for the weak, babe,” Zack kissed her on the neck softly, something he hadn’t done in a while. “Thought that,” he sighed, “I should take him for a night, give you a little break,” Zackary smiled at Cat, honestly not hinting anything.

“I don’t think so..” she trailed off, an ostensibly innocent smile now on her lips, pairing with a playful glint in her wide caramel eyes that not even Zackary could resist. “Well call me weak but tiny people only have a limited supply of energy.” she reminded him playfully, smiling at the familiarity of the action as he murmured against her neck. “I’m fine, really.” she answered swiftly, not wanting him to think she was complaining which in all honesty she hadn’t been. She loved Oscar and cherished every moment spent with him, not matter what the time of day this moment was spent.