rodrikstark's headcanons (part 3)

f. adler+ wearing his sweater

frank brushes his fingers against your forehead, but his touch isn't enough to stop you from startling awake when his beard touches your cheek. "hey," he whispers, kissing you again.

"hi." your eyes flutter dreamily, but then shoot wide open when you don't feel a familiar weight by your feet. you sit upright, a gasp caught in your throat when you see a throw pillow and blanket on the other end of the couch, but no mary.

frank holds your wrist, and gestures to the mass of blonde hair resting on his left shoulder.

thank god. "sorry, we tried to wait up." you wrinkle your nose at him. "you know she's getting too old for you to be carrying her to her room."

with some effort, he stands and smiles, mary's dead-asleep limbs jostling around as frank pats her back. "see you upstairs."

you nod, folding the blankets and replacing the pillows before following him.

once you finish brushing your teeth, you find frank sitting on the bed and toeing off his socks. you lean a hip against the bathroom sink. "how did parent-teacher conferences go?"

he laughs, shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt and tossing it inside the hamper. "middle school is gonna be... an adjustment."

you pad across the carpet, letting your fingers comb through his hair, more than a little pleased that his eyes close the second you scratch his scalp. "it was hard for everyone."

"and mary's not just anybody." frank yanks the hem of your boston university sweatshirt until he can get his hands on the back of your bare thighs. "you ever gonna stop stealing my clothes?"

"what's yours is mine." you shrug, tugging at his hair again, reveling in his soft groan.

"you stole my clothes way before we ever—"

"speaking of." in the midst of frank coaxing you to sit on his lap, you locate his left hand, bringing it to your mouth and planting a gentle kiss on his wedding band. "how'd this go? those teachers keep their hands to themselves?"

he chuckles. "it definitely deterred some of them."

"only some?"

frank flips you onto the bed, his calloused palm slipping underneath your top, eliciting a giggle that has your pout dissolving away.