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"Would you break a promise to me?" she asked, tipping her head back to look at him.
He shook his head slowly, seeming more sad than angry. He screwed the cap back onto the jar of oatmeal, his long fingers working meticulously as...
"That's annoying."
"Nah. I can head home after."
Aubrey was on Jack's back when she returned and he sang quietly as he worked.
She laughed deeply, leaning against him comfortably. "And you never make promises, is that right?"
He left the room and returned several minutes later without his cloak, revealing a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows....
She groaned, leaning back against him again, her head resting on his chest. "It's just impossible for you to not annoy me?"
He grinned, kissing her head before pausing. "We'll have to wait until nighttime."
"Berlc."
"A lot of things are going to happen later, it seems."
He hesitated, looking down before sighing and setting down the oatmeal powder. "I'm going to grab you a chair, okay? Just keep massaging your...
"Well, stop annoying me."
"You heard me."
His eyes opened tiredly, and he gurgled, reaching for her.
She grinned mischievously at him. "Later."
He gestured to the water, shaking some of the oatmeal powder into the hot water.
"I will."
He kissed her forehead thoughtfully, a small, boyish grin on his face. “Want to see some fireworks tonight?”
She yawned sleepily, lying down on the couch. “Okay, Mama.”
