Marcelina Graves-Weasley || Clarisse Travers || Hugo Weasley || Jasper Travers || Emmett Rowle || Draco Malfoy || Lucius Malfoy
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“Marcie, you aren’t hearing what I’m saying. I don’t want to Parent Trap this.” Reese took the papers she was handing them, but sat them aside again. “I want to do it with you and I’m not signing the papers,” he said again, eyes scanning over her features for a moment. Reese shook his head and ran a hand through his dark curls. “I don’t even -- “ He trailed off and let out a breath, dropping his hand as he tried to find the words. The ones that wouldn’t dig him into a bigger hole than he already was. “You know how I feel about you. How I still do.” he glanced up to find her gaze again, holding it for a moment. “So if you’re doing this, if this is what you want -- why can’t we do it actually together? Because I’ve been in a coparent situation, Marcie. And it sucks. As much as they tried, when my dad actually did, it sucked.” He paused, moving back a fraction, the expression on his face softening. “But that depends on how you feel.”
Being a metamorphmagus meant that Marcie was basically a human mood ring with her hair shifting colours as she went through a range of emotions listening to her ex. There wasn't a day when she wasn't thinking about all of the what-ifs. What could have been had they not broken up? It was very clear to everyone who knew Marcie that she wasn't over him in the slightest. "Reese," she sighed as she willed her now-blue hair to go back to her natural jet-black colour. She hesitated for a second before placing her hand on his cheek. "You're the love of my life and yet we are broken up now. And what if we split again when they're already here? Won't that be even worse for them to be in the middle of it rather than already be used to that?" Marcie wondered and shook her head. "You're not your father, darling. I know you will do whatever it takes to keep them happy," she added, her thumb still gently stroking his cheek. "I'll think about it, okay? I promise," Marcie said before leaning forward to press a small kiss to his cheek. "We don't have to make any decisions right now."
“Marcie, you aren’t hearing what I’m saying. I don’t want to Parent Trap this.” Reese took the papers she was handing them, but sat them aside again. “I want to do it with you and I’m not signing the papers,” he said again, eyes scanning over her features for a moment. Reese shook his head and ran a hand through his dark curls. “I don’t even -- “ He trailed off and let out a breath, dropping his hand as he tried to find the words. The ones that wouldn’t dig him into a bigger hole than he already was. “You know how I feel about you. How I still do.” he glanced up to find her gaze again, holding it for a moment. “So if you’re doing this, if this is what you want -- why can’t we do it actually together? Because I’ve been in a coparent situation, Marcie. And it sucks. As much as they tried, when my dad actually did, it sucked.” He paused, moving back a fraction, the expression on his face softening. “But that depends on how you feel.”
Being a metamorphmagus meant that Marcie was basically a human mood ring with her hair shifting colours as she went through a range of emotions listening to her ex. There wasn't a day when she wasn't thinking about all of the what-ifs. What could have been had they not broken up? It was very clear to everyone who knew Marcie that she wasn't over him in the slightest. "Reese," she sighed as she willed her now-blue hair to go back to her natural jet-black colour. She hesitated for a second before placing her hand on his cheek. "You're the love of my life and yet we are broken up now. And what if we split again when they're already here? Won't that be even worse for them to be in the middle of it rather than already be used to that?" Marcie wondered and shook her head. "You're not your father, darling. I know you will do whatever it takes to keep them happy," she added, her thumb still gently stroking his cheek. "I'll think about it, okay? I promise," Marcie said before leaning forward to press a small kiss to his cheek. "We don't have to make any decisions right now."
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Cassie unconsciously leaned into the kiss. When he took Ilsa, she had her mouth open to say something else, but Hugo beat her to it. “I told you not to do that,” she replied with a look, but it was halfhearted at best. “I’m okay.” Cassie sat back down on the couch and put her head on Hugo’s shoulder when he sat down beside her. She pulled the blanket over them and settled against his side, gaze falling to their daughter who was still red-faced and sniffling but, unsurprisingly, a little calmer now that she was in her father’s arms. “I think I’m past the point where I could sleep if I even wanted to.”
"Baby, do you really want me flying 300 feet up in the air while I'm on three hours of sleep?" Hugo questioned as he followed Cassie to the couch and shifted Ilsa in his arms. She finally calmed down enough that actually giving her a cold teething toy was helping her. He pressed a kiss to the top of Cassie's head, leaning back against the couch so that they all would be comfortable now. "You still could try, Cass. I know now you're too overstimulated for this but you can't go on without any sleep," he spoke softly and looked down at her. "Call me sooner next time, darling. You know I'll drop anything and be here in seconds. I don't want you to do it all alone."
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“I’m still your deputy. I know your schedule,” was his reply, the corner of his lips curving upwards a bit. “They can stay with me. You don’t have to ask me.” Gabe looked over at Jasper, his gaze meeting his. Which was dangerous and he knew it. They both did, probably. He held it for a moment longer than he should have before nodding and looking away. Pushing himself off from the counter, he said, “Just tell me when you need me to come get them.”
“I know you do,” Jasper mused as he looked at his still-husband. For just a split second, especially when he looked into the eyes he once fell in love with, it felt like nothing had happened. And Jasper wished in that moment that nothing had happened. It hurt him, it hurt Gabe and especially it hurt their daughters. “You’re their dad, Gabe. You can take them anytime you want,” he said and he was about to say something but Ava emerged from her room again. “I had a bad dream,” she pouted as she walked up to Jasper so he could pick her up. “I’m sorry baby,” Jasper spoke softly and pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he held her tightly. “Come on, let’s get rid of the bad monsters giving you nightmares,” he added and started walking towards the stairs. “Papi too,” Ava whined as she reached out for her other dad. “Well,” Jasper turned around so he was facing the other man. “Are you coming? The monsters aren’t going to destroy themselves.”
“I’m still your deputy. I know your schedule,” was his reply, the corner of his lips curving upwards a bit. “They can stay with me. You don’t have to ask me.” Gabe looked over at Jasper, his gaze meeting his. Which was dangerous and he knew it. They both did, probably. He held it for a moment longer than he should have before nodding and looking away. Pushing himself off from the counter, he said, “Just tell me when you need me to come get them.”
“I know you do,” Jasper mused as he looked at his still-husband. For just a split second, especially when he looked into the eyes he once fell in love with, it felt like nothing had happened. And Jasper wished in that moment that nothing had happened. It hurt him, it hurt Gabe and especially it hurt their daughters. “You’re their dad, Gabe. You can take them anytime you want,” he said and he was about to say something but Ava emerged from her room again. “I had a bad dream,” she pouted as she walked up to Jasper so he could pick her up. “I’m sorry baby,” Jasper spoke softly and pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he held her tightly. “Come on, let’s get rid of the bad monsters giving you nightmares,” he added and started walking towards the stairs. “Papi too,” Ava whined as she reached out for her other dad. “Well,” Jasper turned around so he was facing the other man. “Are you coming? The monsters aren’t going to destroy themselves.”
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“Hey, don’t apologise,” Hugo mused as he leaned down to press a kiss to Cassie’s cheek. His face fell a little when he saw their daughter, still crying and he reached out to take her in his arms. She calmed down a bit at the sudden movement and he hoped that it would be it but just a split second later, the crying began again. “You’re okay, darling,” Hugo cooed as he rocked the baby in his arms. “I’ve got her, Cass. Go get some sleep, I’m sure you had quite a night,” he spoke softly and adjusted Ilsa in his arms. “And don’t worry, I’ve already let coach know I won’t make it to the practice today,” he added, knowing that waking up in three hours to get there was going to be a nightmare - if he was even going to go to sleep. But that didn’t matter to him at that moment - what mattered was that his girls were doing fine.
"Hi. I'm sorry," she started as she opened the door, Ilsa still screaming at the top of lungs. "She won't stop." Their daughter was so distracted, she didn't even notice Hugo. She'd have immediately reached out for him otherwise. "And yes, before you ask. I've literally tried everything. I tried everything my dads, both of our mums, and our grandmothers said to do. And here we still are at 2 in the morning." ; @accioavocados
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Reese could hear her talking, but nothing she was saying was actually being processed. At one point, it was almost like she was talking in slow motion, in another language. Reese didn’t really snap out of the temporary daze he’d been forced into until she pulled out the documents. Of course. Because of course she’d already taken care of that. “Marcie…” Reese took the papers from her but didn’t do anything with them other than place them on the coffee table. “I –” he sighed, running a hand through his curls as he trailed off. “Okay.” Reese leaned back against the couch cushions, finally taking in everything. “I don’t want to sign that.” He’d seen those types of papers before. He knew what it did to families, specifically to kids, having lived through it himself. And them sitting here, broken-up? That didn’t make sense to him. “I want to be involved, of course I do. But I’m not signing it.” Reese looked at her, slowly shaking his head. “What are we doing? Why are we doing this?”
Marcie waited for him to do anything. Say anything. Agree with her or tell her to fuck off, but she needed him to do something. The silence that was between them right now was aggravating and she couldn’t stand it. But when Reese finally spoke up - then perhaps silence was the best option. Though she was relieved to hear he wanted to be involved, she had no idea what he was getting at. “What and why are we doing what? What’s this exactly, Reese?” she asked, her walls going all up in defence again. “We’re broken up, Reese. What the fuck do you think we’re doing? What else do you want to do? Parent Trap this? There’s two of them - do you want me to move back to Brussels or should I fuck off to the States?” she retorted as she rolled her eyes, feeling her emotions taking the best of her already. And her raging hormones were not helping either. Marcie took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked at her ex again. “I want us to have the best and healthiest possible co-parenting relationship and this,” she picked up the folder from the coffee table and handed it to Reese again, “is the best way to set all the rules and have all our bases covered. I’m doing it whether you sign it or not, Reese. Your choice if you want to do it with me.”
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Admittedly his job of putting their oldest and their youngest to bed was easier than Dylan’s with their twins. So when Poppy and Sage were finally down, Emmett quietly retreated to the living room and started quietly working on a proposal for next week’s meeting. He was just about to catch Daisy as she ran towards him but Dylan beat him to it. He flashed him a grin and went back to his work as he waited for his husband to come back. “I wasn’t going to say anything,” he said with an innocent smile on his face, pouting slightly when his husband plucked the papers out of his hands but that was quickly replaced when his lips met his husband’s kiss. “And suddenly your migraine is gone too, huh?” he smirked as his hands immediately went to unbutton Dylan’s shirt. He groaned as well when his phone went off but he knew that it was just going to keep ringing. So better to answer it now and have the rest of the night go uninterrupted. “Just one second, babe,” he pressed a quick kiss to Dylan’s lips before sitting up, his hand moving up and down his husband’s thigh just to keep him in the mood, as he answered the phone, not paying attention to the caller ID. “Hello?” he spoke with a smile but it soon disappeared once he figured out who was calling. He knew that this call was going to come sooner or later but it still came as a shock to him. He had no idea how long he stayed on the phone, he barely even listened to the woman as she was explaining what happened. His best friend was gone. The mother of their children. And he wasn’t with her when she was drawing her last breath - which admittedly, he knew she planned for. She didn’t want anyone to see her like that, she didn’t want anyone to pity her. But that didn’t make him feel any less guilty about not being there. “Yes of course, we will be there soon,” he nodded and finished the call. Not saying anything for quite some time - he wasn’t sure how long. Emmett glanced at his watch, taking a second to count the time difference. 4 am. He knew that Nari would have wanted him to wait until at least 7am with calling her parents but he knew they already had a feeling. Nevertheless, he was going to wait anyway - there were many more other phone calls he needed to make anyway. “Can you um... call your parents, ask if they can watch the kids? I think your brother’s at work and Gabe has the girls,” he spoke eventually and squeezed Dylan’s hand before pulling him into his arms.
With one twin already in his arms, Dylan managed to grab Daisy by the waist as she tried to run past his husband, doing everything she could to avoid bedtime. “If you wake your brother up, I’m putting you up for adoption. It won’t bother me. We only asked for one of you.” Of course, that went completely over the toddler’s head, and she giggled all the way up to her room. Once the twins were settled, he peeked into their other kids’ rooms, and upon seeing they were both still asleep, returned downstairs. “She gives me a migraine. If you say it’s because she acts like me, I’ll divorce you,” he added, coming to sit beside Emmett on the couch. Dylan smirked and took what Emmett was working on out of his hands so he could lean up and kiss him. He’d just pulled him closer when Emmett’s phone rang, prompting Dylan to groan. “Ignore it. It’s too late for a work call.”
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Marcie knew he was going to be there as soon as she got off the phone with Cassie. He was her twin brother after all. And as much as she wanted to put on a brave face and act like she wasn’t bothered at all by their break-up, she couldn’t. Not when she still cried herself to sleep over him and had to give herself a pep talk for the entire ride to Cassie’s place. “Oh, okay,” she nodded at Dylan’s words and walked up to the bathroom door. “You can go now, I can handle it. It’s not like you know what she’s going through and can offer any insightful advice,” Marcie spoke curtly not even looking at him. “Cass? Open up, it’s me,” she knocked on the door, her voice immediately softening when she was talking to the blonde.
He was sitting in the hall, outside the bathroom with his back against the wall, when he heard Marcie walk in. Dylan knew his sister had called his now ex-girlfriend and wasn't surprised to see her, but it didn't make the situation any better given the current state of their relationship. Even despite the current turn of events. "She's still waiting," was all he said, finally looking at her. "She doesn't know yet."
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Gabe’s eyes followed the action of him tossing the letter aside, recognizing what it was. He set his jaw, his dark-eyed gaze finding his husband’s. “She was fine. I think she knows something is wrong, but she’s too young to know what.” Unlike Ava. He looked at Jasper for a moment longer before he shook his head and pushed himself off the counter. He wanted to say a lot, but he couldn’t find the words. And every time he tried to, they ended up arguing. So, instead, he settled for just saying, “I’ll come get Ava next weekend.”
Jasper nodded upon hearing that at least Abi was doing fine. At least for now. He knew that with them barely even talking now, the girls were going to figure it all out sooner than later. Ava already had and Jasper felt his heart break every time he saw her upset over this. “Actually,” he started as he looked up at his soon-to-be ex husband. “I need to travel for a few days next week,” he spoke, not voicing that he wanted the girls to stay with him because that one was fairly obvious - Gabe was still their dad, even if they weren’t going to be married anymore. “but if you’ve got plans then my parents can take them too, not a problem...” he added, biting on his bottom lip.
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It took everything in him to not just break down when he heard their daughter start to cry and ask for Gabe to stay home. It really did and he hated that they were there. But perhaps love really was not enough in some cases - the reason why they were splitting up being one of those. And Jasper couldn’t even tell anyone exactly why because that would fuck not only his husband up. “Thanks,” he nodded when Gabe found him in the kitchen. He tossed a letter from his lawyer aside before turning back to the other. “How was Abi today?” he asked since the topic of the girls seemed to be the safest option to talk about right now.
He’d came over to give Abi back to Jasper, not anticipating bumping into their oldest. Abi could obviously sense something wasn’t quite right, but Ava was old enough to know exactly what was going on. So when she saw him walk in, the tears and begging him to come home started immediately. And it killed him. After a little while, he’d managed to get her somewhat calmed down and left her room, finding Jasper in the kitchen. “I talked to her,” he said, pausing for a moment before looking at his husband. “She’s calmed down a little bit.”
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Harry glanced over at the hospital. “Oh, I know,” he let out a breath. “He’s my kid. He wouldn’t be if he didn’t do something purely for the dramatics. And then Draco will get pissed, the two of them will argue. Draco will tell him he doesn’t have a place at the hospital anymore and when he’s done with school, Dylan will walk back through the doors of St. Mungo’s as the biggest nepo baby in the hospital’s ever seen.” He looked back at the younger man and smirked, giving him a knowing look. “I’ve been trying to get him to do one of the other for months. You probably noticed he has a knack for self-destructing. Which is why you aren’t getting a shovel talk. Because that somewhat stopped about six months ago.”
Emmett couldn’t help but let out a snort at Harry’s words. “Well, nepo baby or not, he’s the most talented healer from his batch. The hospital board would be a bunch of idiots to not want him back whenever he chooses to,” he spoke with a soft smile on his face. ‘You know, I wouldn’t say being in a relationship with your supervisor isn’t self-destructing in a way,” Emmett replied and shrugged his shoulders. “He is stubborn, though. I tried to end it at least ten times; he politely declined at least fifteen times.
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“You know,” Dylan started. “With my dads being who they are, I’m not all that unfamiliar with death threats.” Aside from the night he was attacked, that’s all they had been. Threats. But he knew this was different. Emmett had never come out and said it, but he assumed his sister was the one in charge. Dylan looked at him for a moment, expression still not changing when he said he’d do anything for him and their girls. “I know,” was all he said, meeting his gaze. He held it for a second longer before he got out and walked over to him. Dylan grabbed onto his shirt and used it to pull Emmett to him. “But I didn’t say I was mad, did I?”
“See, that’s the thing - you shouldn’t be familiar with those,” Emmett sighed and shook his head. “She already hurt you once and I’m not going to let her do it again,” he added, his gaze fixed on his husband. And he really meant that - he wasn’t going to let his sister destroy his family, no matter what it took. Even if it would eventually land him in trouble. He opened his mouth to say something else but as Dylan approached him and pulled so close their faces were barely an inch apart, Emmett immediately forgot what he wanted to say. He knew that look on his husband’s face and he knew what it was going to lead to. “Darling, what are you doing?” he asked but so far didn’t make any move to pull back.
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Draco barely had any clue what was happening around him at this point. He thought they were prepared enough for two new additions to their family but turns out he was just wrong. Nothing could prepare you for twins - not even their toddlers who were newborns at one point too. “Here, let me take him,” he spoke softly as he took Dylan into his arms, giving his husband a bit of a rest. “Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” he mused as he adjusted Dylan in his arms, rocking him gently. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head, quietly humming one of the nursery rhymes. eventually, after what felt like hours -- and maybe it indeed was hours -- the little boy finally calmed down and fell asleep in his arms. Too scared of putting him down, Draco just kept him in his arms, walking around the room and rocking him. “How come someone so little can be so loud?” Draco let out a small groan and looked at Harry. “He takes after you.”
Harry was glad Narcissa had taken the boys to the Manor while they adjusted with the twins, because he didn’t need two crying newborns with two crying toddlers. Their daughter had, thankfully, drifted off to sleep, but their son was still sniffling, his big, blue eyes bright with tears, when Draco came down the stairs. “I have no idea,” he told his husband, yawning from where he was sitting on the couch. Harry shifted enough, and apparently that slight action was enough to set Dylan off again. “Baby – come on.“ He brought him back against his chest and ran a hand through his golden curls. “I swear to you,” Harry looked at Draco. “If he wakes Cassie up again, I’ll be the one crying.” ; @accioavocados
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Reese didn’t take that long to open the door when he saw who it was. He wanted to get it over with, like ripping a bandaid off, because he knew it most likely wouldn’t be comfortable for either of them. Whatever it was she was coming over to talk about. “Hi,” he said in return, stepping back so she could walk inside. “You don’t have to act all formal. It’s not a business meeting.” Reese shut the door behind her and followed her to the living room. His gaze fell to the planet in question and he merely nodded in return. “What did you need to talk about?”
Marcie felt like her indised were about to make appearance outside and she didn’t know whether it was the morning sickness, the stress or both of those things plotting against her at the same time. “Yeah, well. Depends on how you look at that,” she mumbled at his words and took a seat on the couch, waiting for Reese to sit down as well. He definitely was going to need to sit down for that. “Right, let’s just get to it. But I need you to let me finish before you say anything, okay?” Marcie shook her head. "Well, I’m pregnant, Reese. Twelve weeks and I thought about it for the past couple of weeks and I decided I want to keep the baby... babies,” she let out a breath, still not quite believing the latter part. “It’s twins. Anyway, I know we talked about it and we didn’t want to have any so I’m not expecting you to want to be involved in any way, shape or form. I just wanted you to know and I wanted you to find out directly from me,” Marcie finished and leaned down to grab a file from her bag. “And in case you want to get involved, here’s a draft of the custody agreement. It’s reasonable but I’d be open for some negotiation,” she added as she handed him the documents. She never thought that was how she was going to break that kind of news to anyone but that’s where they were now and she didn’t want to dwell on it too much to avoid even more heartbreak. “So,” she bit on her bottom lip. “You obviously don’t need to give me any answer now.”
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Marcie knocked on the door and in the ten seconds that took Reese to open it, she’d already wanted to run away at least fifteen times. And she was just about to but then door opened. Her breath hitched slightly in her chest when she saw Reese at the door -- after all, it had been several weeks since their break up. And even though she’d seen him walking down the Ministry halls, there was always something to distract her from facing him, somewhere to escape. Now? She stood in front of him, at the porch of what was supposed to be their home and she barely knew what to say. “Hi, thanks for finding the time to meet me,” she finally spoke with a small smile as she followed the other man towards the living room. She looked around, trying to spot all the differences Reese made in the decor since she’d been gone. “I see Albert is still holding on?” she gestured towards the plant in the corner of the room, just making small talk because she honest to God had no idea how to approach why she was actually there.
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“All I’m going to say is who the fuck is thinking about putting chrysanthemums into wedding centerpieces? They’re cemetery flowers for Merlin’s sake!” Hugo whined and plopped down on the couch next to his fiancèè, a pout still on his face. “We need a new wedding planner.”
“I’m not talking to you if you’re like you were this morning and I’m completely serious.” Cassie looked at her soon-to-be husband. “There is nothing wrong with those centerpieces and I will break up with you if you start on them again.” ; @accioavocados
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Harry could Emmett had an idea what he was going to talk to him about. “Harry’s fine.” He reached up to take off his glasses and tucked them in the front pocket of his suit. “Of course,” Harry nodded. “I won’t keep you long. I remember how that is. My twins curls were a nightmare. We were always worried about that.” He fell in step with him as they walked out. Harry didn’t speak again until they were out in the hospital courtyard, away from others. “I just wanted you to know I won’t share my husband’s sentiments when he figures out why you just quit.” Harry looked at him with a knowing look. “As far as I’m concerned, my son’s been happier than I’ve seen him in a long time and not entirely self-destructing for once in his life.”
Emmett needed a full minute to finally register what the older man was actually saying. He wasn’t sure if he was actually hearing him correctly. He knew that eventually they would need to face the music and tell the people and, most importantly, their families about their relationship but he wasn’t eager to do so just yet. “Well then,” he cleared his throat. “Thank you, I suppose,” Emmett added, giving him a small albeit a slightly awkward smile. Though it was nice to know that they had at least one ally on their side. “You know he’s going to slap his two weeks notice as soon as he hears about it, right?” Emmett asked, though he had a feeling that was also why Harry was there. “I’m not going to convince him not to do it. Not because of me but because he’s been killing himself trying to manage work and school at the same time. And I’m pretty sure he will have his job waiting for him when he finishes med school,” he mused.
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The moment he saw Dylan there, he knew that things weren’t going to be the same again. He tried so hard to keep that part of his past - of himself away from his husband who’d already been through so much, Emmett wasn’t going to add to it in any way. But of course, as it is secrets - they did tend to come out sooner or later. “Dylan,” he sighed as he leaned against the wall. “I’m sorry that you had to witness it. It wasn’t my intention at all,” he started. “But I’m not sorry for doing it. My sister is unpredictable and I will stop at nothing to protect you and the girls,” Emmett paused as he looked at his husband, trying to figure out his reaction. Of course that was a big thing what he had just told him, so he wasn’t fully expecting Dylan to just jump into his arms and thank him.
He didn’t say anything for as long as he could, wanting to see if Emmett would bring it up before he did. But then he heard Emmett walk in their bathroom and that plan went out the window. He reached over to turn the water off. “So,” Dylan stuck his head out of the shower and looked at his husband for a moment. “We pretending it didn’t happen?”
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