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              One down, two down, three down, POP                                  This job is never done

   “  maybe  i’ll  take after  some of the  superheroes  of the  future  and  lose the shirt  altogether.   the  newspapers  already  call me  a  degenerate,   what’s  another  insult  to  stay  cool  in  goddamn  hundred  degree weather?  “

He just side-stepped it and quirked an eyebrow at Frank.  “Yeah but we ain’t talkin about me, now are we?”  Felix asked with a short laugh, giving his brother a gentle, playful shove.  “Let’s go home.”

Frank rolls his eyes, ruffling Felix’ hair as he passes right by him. “No but you should’t be getting all high and mighty on that horse of yours. And you’re making dinner tonight.” 

“Mornin’ - I don’t mind.”  He said softly, rocking their daughter and murmuring soothingly to her in Russian.  This was wild, but in the best way possible.  He and Frank had only just gone on their first date.

He got their daughter changed and in new clothes for the day, Cradling her against his chest, he turned to face his - goddamn, his husband.  Time had been good to him, too.  “So…I have something I gotta explain.  But I’m hoping you don’t think I’ve lost my mind.”  He could only hope his astrophysicist ass had accustomed Frank to this kind of talk.

Frank disappeared momentarily from the room to serve himself a cup of coffee, coming back and sipping on it. “Love, I think we’re both well past crazy.” He replied, setting down his mug to walk over to Shane and place a kiss on his husband’s cheek. 

Frank had had hopes of sleeping in later, but soon enough he could clearly hear the cries of their daughter from the other room. Before he could contemplate moving, Shane seemed to beat him to it. He felt the shift of the bed, heard his husband’s light steps moving through the house and their daughter calm down.