#lewisduke

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"How about mashed banana for breakfast? Does that sound good?"

"Banan!"

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"-think she was just panicking when she tried to spell phlogiston with an 'f' but-"

"You did a great job, Billie. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad! And thank you for skipping your lunch break to come to the finals-"

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"Ethical. Right. That, uh, does sound like the kind of thing Duncan would fill you in on. But, you know, hon, not every sim is as open about that sort of thing as he is, and Dean and I did agree that we'd be discreet if you and the twins were around and we ever wanted to kiss anyone else-"

"Uh-huh?"

"And I'd hate for us to fight about it, if you could not mention to Dean that Jojo and I got a little carried away in front of you-"

"Sure? Is that all? Because I'm supposed to be meeting Grey for a raid-"

"That's it. Thanks, sweetie. Love you."

"Love you, too, Dad. Okay! Um, the lich king's not gonna slay himself-"

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"Ah-ha! This must be young master August. Would you like me to give him a post-bottle bath, Mr. Duke?"

"That's okay, Shepard. He had a bath this morning, and I don't think burping is going to be too messy today-"

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"I'm ho-August! Look at how big you are!"

"I can definitely tell who's son you are, Auggie."

"The biggest xylophone - Cam's got my nose - in all the land-"

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"Whoa."

"Yep."

"We live here now?"

"Yep."

"And this is where you grew up? Dad, it's, like, a mansion! Why were we living in the condo?"

"I liked the condo!"

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"You're leaving him home with both babies? That's cold, Duke."

". . ."

"Ha. Did you two already eat or should I make breakfast?"

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"Billy! There you are. Can I have a minute?"

" . . . sure?"

"You. Um. You might have noticed me get into the hot tub with Jyoti the last time we were at your other dad's-"

"Yeah? You were kissing and stuff? So?"

" . . . that didn't . . . bother you? Seeing me kiss someone who wasn't your step-dad or your dad?"

"Uh, no? I know you guys were all, like, together before you married Dean? And I know what ethical non-monogamy is, Dad. I'm not a kid. I mean, I am a kid, but I'm not a baby-"

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"Aw, heart-shaped waffles! Love you, too, Lew."

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"The one in the pink sweater is Camille Hubbard, and August Duke is the one in the daisies."

"Hi, August!"

"They're beautiful, Lew."

"I'm just so glad that they're out of me and I can go ten minutes without peeing again."

"Dad! TMI! Ugh, I'm never gonna grow a baby."

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"-I don't even care if it makes me sound like a monster. If I have to paste one more baby picture into a scrapbook, I'm going to start screaming and never stop."

"That does sound exactly like it should be the tenth level of hell."

"I used to like making scrapbooks. Billie has four. But . . . Twins are. Twins are harder than anyone lets one, and Dean and I were just getting to know each other again when I got pregnant, and then - it's not like I didn't want to marry him, but we never even get to spend time - you know, private time, together, so what was even the point-"

"We could woock right now, though?"

"What-"

"I mean, we always had great chemistry, right? I thought there were sparks. And I bet I'm a lot better in bed (or in a hot tub, whatever) than What's-His-Face."

". . ."

". . ."

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"mrrph. babies."

"They'll be all right for another five minutes."

"fie minutes?"

"Maybe even ten. Come here; I'm getting cold."