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franklin's self - rocking crib isn't suiting him. he's still fussy during the night. susan isn't sleeping well. so, ( gestures to the crib, now taken apart. ) i'm recalibrating it to fit his current needs.
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do you have anywhere to be today ? ( quiet inquiry, nose into blonde hair as he presses a kiss to her temple. affection is ... hard. but she makes it easy.
plus, it'd be a shame to waste the kid - free hours. )
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any morning i spend with you is more than good, susan, ( softer smile on older features as he takes the cup, free arm stretching * juuust a little to wrap around her waist. she's perfect, he thinks. * knows. )
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( she lifts onto her toes, presses a kiss to his cheek. ) good morning, reed.
( she presses a coffee cup into his hand, ceramic and hand—painted. “ best dad ever! “ is scrawled is scribble rainbow lines, with an extra stretched out stick—figure drawing +