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"After all the *squee!* we did for them."
"Sweet wife."
He leaned into her touch, but raised an eyebrow. "You look cross."
He finished washing the dishes and turned to the cupboards, putting them away.
It didn't take long for Petra to fall asleep, her fingers relaxing as she dozed off.
She fell silent. "I can't believe they'd do this to us."
"I'm not cross."
"Hush, sweet girl."
He gave her a strangely sad smile. "We'll see."
She grinned, seeming to be extraordinarily pleased by his presence. She planted small kisses on his neck, closing her eyes.
"It probably will be."
"It's alright, sweet monkey wife. I'm not mad."
"We're not."
He hesitated before shrugging uncertainly. "Maybe."
She rolled her eyes, brushing her fingers through his hair.
She rubbed his back slowly, her brows furrowed. "Could we run away? Grab the kids and run?"
He patted her head gently.
"We're not gonna be that couple that just compliments each other until the sun goes down."
"Right. That."
"Very."
