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She scooted over, resting her head on his chest. "The older babies are with your mother, right?"
Eli came over to her, one brow raised severely. He raised one finger. "Follow us very closely. Okay?"
"Do I have to live through it?"
"No, no. That's really good."
Eli shrugged. "Suit yourself. We should leave quickly, though. You ready?" August finished packing the last of the items and looked over at...
"*squee!*."
"I can live with that," he teased, kissing her jaw.
She looked relieved. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Probably not soon," he said flatly.
"Wait... that backfired."
"Hm. To you."
She hesitated, looking concerned. "But..."
"I can stay here..."
"Oil your robot. He can't make noise."
"We both know nothing."
"Oof. Ouch."
She gave him the baby, running her hand through her hair. "Maybe..."
"It's not your fault," August reassured her. "Well, it is," Eli added. "But we'll manage. Get ready to go."
"I'm the Antichrist, my dude. What can't I do?"
"Even though you smell like grilled cheese."
