Flynn’s hand on her shoulder, shaking gently, but her eyelids are too heavy–forcing them open is about the least appealing thing in the world. She doesn’t know what time it is, doesn’t know when she fell asleep to start with since she only planned on sitting down for a second after putting Ethan down mid-afternoon, but the last thing she wants is to get up.
“Lucy…”
Lucy manages a small noise of irritation–just let her sleep–and a fond chuckle slips through her sleepy haze even as the hand leaves her. The next moment, a sigh escapes her as she’s covered by a blanket.
“Sleep well, sweetheart.”
The last thing she remembers before drifting off once more is gentle fingers brushing her hair out of her face and her husband’s lips pressing the softest of kisses to her forehead.
15. Kiss on the Back.
Lucy can’t cook. She knows she can’t. She’s tried at several points throughout her life and has never been able to master very much beyond making pasta. It isn’t the worst thing in the world–before, she had Amy, who was solidly decent in the kitchen, and now she has Flynn who is really quite good–so it doesn’t matter that much in the grand scheme of things.
Except.
Except that she’s pregnant and sometimes gets it into her head at weird hours of the day (or night) that she wants to eat random things. And maybe she feels guilty about waking her husband up every single time. And maybe, just maybe, she thought just this once that since it was after 2AM when she woke up and omelets shouldn’t be that complicated, she could make one herself.
She sets off the smoke alarm at 2:36.
(It may be no use crying over spilled milk, but if she sheds a few tears of frustration over burnt eggs, at least there’s no one around to see but Flynn.)
For his part, Flynn doesn’t do more than raise an eyebrow at the smoking pan before cleaning it out and starting over. After a minute, when the kitchen starts smelling less like smoke and more like eggs and cheese and herbs, Lucy wraps her arms around his waist from behind and sets her lips to his spine.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
She hears his smile, rather than sees it.
“I know.”
76. Top of the Head Kisses.
“How are my boys today?” Lucy asks as she sets her briefcase down, a smile coming to her lips when she looks over to the couch.
Ethan is passed out asleep on Flynn’s chest, and Flynn looks less than five minutes away from joining him.
“Fussy,” Flynn replies quietly. “Someone refused to take a nap at his usual time and then threw a tantrum in the park.”
Lucy walks over, dropping a kiss to her husband’s head from behind the couch as she reaches down to lightly smooth their son’s hair.
“Looks like you survived at least.”
“It was a near thing,” Flynn says. “Very touch-and-go for awhile.”
Lucy presses her lips together to keep from laughing, then tips his head back so she can kiss him properly.
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