ꜱᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟᴋɪɴꜱᴏɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

fathers day

you rolled over in your bed to be met with your sleeping fiancé.

you laid there as he slept, taking in his beautiful features.

"sam, wake up." you kissed him.

he stirred and finally woke up. he smiled sleepily at you. you were in awe because he was literally the cutest thing ever.

"good morning baby." he spoke in his morning voice which made your face heat up.

"I love your morning voice." you traced his jawline.

he laughed. "I love you."

"breakfast?" you smiled.

"I'd love breakfast!" he jumped out of bed, going to the kitchen.

"oh Sam!" you said opening the fridge.

"huh baby?" he asked not turning around.

"happy Father's Day." you smirked.

"y/n, what are you saying?" he turned around.

"y/n are you pregnant?" he asked.

"oh hell no, you're just daddy, so happy Father's Day." you smirked an he smirked as well.

"oh boy oh boy." he came over and started kissing you.

"not now, daddy." you whispered, teasing him.

"come on please?" he whined.

"fine." you gave in jumping on him and taking the rest upstairs.

a/n

can't choose your father but you can choose your daddy ;)

so happy father day to my daddy

@ samuel howard wilkinson