“Push, dear. The baby needs some help.”

“I’m pushing! I’m pushing! Holy fuck it fucking hurts!”

“Let’s not expose the baby to such harsh language.”

“I spent a year on a fucking island with no indoor plumbing! I’ve earned my right to say ‘fuck’ as much as I fucking please!”

“Maybe try ‘hecking’ instead?”

Sunday Morning Fever – Buck & Jill

It was expected of Buck to handle most of the morning routine. Waking up Connor, preparing breakfast, and taking Teddy outside were all just part of the daily workload. That said, when he wasn’t up early, something was usually the matter.

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“Hey, sleepyhead!” Jill’s cheerful tone faded upon observing her husband’s appearance. “You slept late today.”

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“Are you feeling okay? You’re all flushed.” She placed a cool hand on his cheek.

“Dot perfect, but I cahd badage.”

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“You sound awful, hon. I’ll take care of everything today. You just get back up to bed, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

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Under a mess of blankets, Buck was barely visible. Jill provided him with just about everything she thought he would need, not exactly predicting that he’d be out like a light and let his tea get cold. She made note to heat it up later.

Jill couldn’t quite tell if he was still asleep or about to wake up, but she was going to check on him either way.

“Hmmm, still warm.” She mumbled. 

Gently standing up as to not wake Buck, Jill whispered: “let me know if you need anything, alright?” There was a high chance he didn’t hear her, but it was worth a shot.

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(some extra pictures I had no room for)

“So the psychic Voidcritters are really cool!”

“I’ve never taken a train! Mayhew usually drives me around in our limo, but Daddy and Papa are thinking about getting me a helicopter when I become a teen! Aren’t you excited for your teen transition, Renee?”

“Uh, not really. But I’m looking forward to being old enough to understand those boy bands you like. Maybe when I’m a teen, I’ll like them.”