you were still a little baby. 6 months to be exact. and today you were getting your first shots. i know i know, he probably should’ve started earlier, but he barely knew how to care for himself, let alone a baby that was left in his arms one random thursday afternoon.

better late than never, no?

he sat in room with you, trying to keep you occupied by going along with your incoherent babbles when the doctor walked in. he watched as he laid you on the bed, your little chunky arms and legs flailing and kicking about as you had no clue what was going on, gurgling happily.

beau seemed more worried than you, fidgeting in his seat and asking the doctor a million questions as he prepared the shots.