Dirty Laundry (joshler || book 1)) (COMPLETED)

Push On Through (pt. 2)

(*Oldies Station -twenty one pilots)

Tyler watches adoringly as his husband and daughter lie on the bed, the tiny girl between the man's arms as he talks to her.

"You're just a happy happy girl, aren't ya?" Josh says, smiling as the infant open-mouth kisses the tip of his nose. "Aw, t'ank you, baby, you're so sweet. My turn."

The brunette grins when Josh softly kisses the girl's cheeks repeatedly, making her laugh. He's had the pleasure of watching his husband become a dad. He remembers Josh telling him he wasn't sure about ever having kids due to not wanting to pass his own problems onto them. It broke Tyler's heart hearing that, and they never really discussed it again until after they got married.

It surprised them how quickly they were contacted by their surrogate and met the woman after only a few short months. Getting to know her over the last year and a half had been a new yet exciting experience for both of them, but they loved every minute of it.

"Ow, ow, ow," Josh laughs suddenly. "Tyyy."

Tyler laughs, prying the baby's hands away from her Papa's messy curls.

"Ouchie," Josh says, looking down at the little girl. "You get that from your daddy, huh?" he smirks.

Tyler tsks, placing his daughter's hands back in Josh's hair, making him cringe in pain as she immediately pulls the ringlets excitedly.

"I meant loving my curls, not pulling them," Josh laughs through gritted teeth, attempting to remove the baby's hand from his head. He smiles when she grabs his thumbs, shaking them side to side.

Running his fingers through his husband's hair, Tyler mutters, "I do love your curls."

"You like pulling them too," Josh smirks.

Tyler tsks, gently shoving the man's head to the side, "That's a lie!"

"No!"

"Ye-when was the last time I pulled your hair?"

"Our anniversary," Josh answers immediately.

Tyler blushes, failing at holding back a smile. Josh grins, turning back to his daughter, "Papa: 1, Daddy: 0."

The smaller man rolls his eyes and lies down beside the two, propping his head up in his hand. He stares at his spouse, his smile permanent on his lips as the little girl laughs from her Papa's kisses.

"You're so beautiful," Josh tells the infant quietly, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "Ope. And hungry."

Tyler giggles as his daughter attempts to nurse on the tip of his husband's nose, "I don't think you're gonna get much from there, bunny."

"Why does she bite? Why are her gums so strong?" Josh mutters, holding back a laugh.

"Alright, let's get lunch," Tyler says, sitting up on the bed. "Do you wanna feed her?"

"Yes!" Josh exclaims happily, carefully pulling his face away from the girl's mouth. His eyes widen as she begins to cry. Lowering his head back down, he smiles when she latches on again. "I sorry," he mumbles, making his husband laugh.

Standing up from the bed, Tyler retrieves a bottle of breast milk from the refrigerator and uncaps the nipple as he returns to the bedroom. He smiles as he sees Josh sitting against the headboard, Ember in his arms.

Tyler sits on the bed, pulling his husband's right leg over his lap and hands him the bottle.

"Look what Papa has for you, Em," Josh says softly, carefully pushing the nipple toward the girl's lips until she latches on. He watches the infant eat for a few moments, while Tyler watches him.

When Ember was born and the couple were able to bring her home, Josh was petrified. He was so afraid to hold her, to even touch her. For the first two days, he'd watched Tyler take care of her. He knew he needed to be there, though, so wherever Ember and Tyler went, Josh followed in case Tyler really needed him-which he did a few times, though the brunette never said anything. He'd get up at late hours with Tyler, wanting so badly to tell his husband "Go back to sleep. I got her." But he didn't. He couldn't; not with the pit of anxiety being stuck in his chest.

He did hold her when she was first born, but let Tyler take over every time following. It wasn't until he noticed the dark bags under his spouse's eyes that he realized just how exhausted Tyler was. They'd been laying on the couch with their daughter in the bassinet beside them when she began to cry.

Tyler simply looked at her before turning to his husband who stared at the infant in scared worry.

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"You can hold her," Tyler eased out softly, trying to convince the man that he thought of it on his own. "You're her father too."

Those words nearly took Josh's breath away, "I'm her..."

Tyler watched cautiously when Josh cut himself off, his eyes focused on the bassinet.

He felt his heart beating as he stood up, making his way to his daughter and hesitantly lifting her into his hands. A grin broke out onto his face when the girl stopped crying, her doe eyes staring up at the man.

"Hi," Josh whispered, happy tears filling his eyes. His bottom lip quivered slightly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, "I'm your Papa."
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Tyler grins when he hears his husband begin to sing to the little girl.

"...and I love you so, and I want you to know that I'll always be right here. And I love to sing sweet songs to you because you are...so...deeeaarr."

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