We’re Actually Very Genuine

Laundry has never been Athena’s favorite chore around the house. It’s endless, no matter how long you work at it there will always be a shirt or a sock in a clothes hamper somewhere. She doesn’t mind it so much when Bobby’s home to do it with her, though. Her husband knows how to make even the most mundane task a joy. Today he’s invented a new game called “Harry or Evan’s.” The boys love matching but are also incredibly particular about getting their shirt or pants back. After innumerable meltdowns, Bobby went through and wrote their initial on the tags for easy sorting. And now that the pressure is off to correctly identify the owner of the article of clothing he’s made it into a game. 

“Harry or Evan’s?” Bobby holds up a Kung-Fu Panda shirt. 

Athena squints at the shirt, eyes narrowing even further onto the hem at the bottom. “Evan’s, he accidentally cut the bottom of it with his scissors the other day.”

Bobby chuckles as he nods, folding the shirt and putting it into Evan’s stack. “You also could have noted the hole in the sleeve from climbing the tree at the park.”

With a long sigh Athena lovingly rolls her eyes. “We’re gonna end up having to buy him new shirts every week with how quickly he’s making holes in them.” She pulls a gray shirt out of the pile in front of her. “Harry or Evan’s?”

“Chocolate ice cream stain on the collar tells me Harry’s.” Bobby folds one of May’s shirts and puts it in her stack. “At least the girls wear different sizes and have different styles, their clothes would be ripless and stainless and we’d never be able to tell whose is whose.” 

“May’s would smell like that kids’ perfume stuff she conned you and Michael into buying her at the mall.” Athena tosses one of May’s shirts at Bobby’s head so he can smell it, his nose wrinkling when he does. 

“It smells like this even after it’s been washed?” Folding the shirt, Bobby eyes it distrustfully. “That stuff should come with a warning.” 

"I thought good guys get to be happy"

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please let me take you out of the darkness and into the light cause I have faith in you that you're gonna make it through another night stop thinking about the easy way out there's no need to go and blow the candle out because you're not done you're far too young and the best is yet to come

~Lullaby, Nickelback

“Howard Han, will you marry us?”

Chimney’s apartment is somehow exactly what she imagined it would be and yet, it still feels sad when she walks in with him and sees just how void of his personality it truly is. There’s no photographs on the wall, there’s no colour and his DVD collection that he has briefly mentioned being proud of, is packed in overflowing boxes instead of on display as they should be.

It might not feel like him but it is all his and it’s not lost on her that this is the first time she has ever stepped foot inside his home. She thinks she might be the only person who has ever been invited here, biting down on her bottom lip as she moves towards the kitchen, her fingers running over the lowered counters as she makes her way through each room of the apartment. It feels strange to be here, especially after the day they’ve had; it’s even stranger to feel the kind of excitement that is bubbling inside of her because this feels like they have taken a step that she had once thought would be impossible.

They’re sitting by the pool now, looking out over the city at night as Maddie breathes through a contraction. Chimney is a rock by her side, holding her hand tightly in his as they wait for the contraction to pass. That’s one thing that’s different this time, too. Chimney’s anxiety about this birth is virtually non-existent. He’s casual as he tells her the contractions are seven minutes apart so they have a little while before they need to head to the hospital. Maddie smiles up at him as her contraction ends, knowing that even though he’s the epitome of calm right now the minute her contractions hit five minutes apart they will be going to the hospital with urgency because he does not want to deliver their baby here. She tugs Chimney to her, fingers running through his hair as she kisses him. When the kiss breaks, Chimney moves behind Maddie, rubbing her back as they wait for the next contraction to come. 

“I’ve got the baby bag this time,” Chimney kisses Maddie’s hair. “Double checked the breathing beads are in there.” 

Maddie reaches back, squeezing Chimney’s forearm. “All I need is you.” She shifts, trying to get comfortable. “And a massive amount of drugs once we get to the hospital.” Chimney’s fingers move further down Maddie’s back, hitting the spot that is aching. She leans into his touch, moaning. “But you’re perfect in the meantime.” 

“U-Um, excuse me?” Maddie turns at the unfamiliar voice, frowning when she sees a man holding a pizza. He can’t be more than twenty, wide eyes taking in the massive house in front of him. “I was just trying to deliver this?” 

“Sorry, you’ve got the wrong house.” Chimney doesn’t stop his fingers’ motion on Maddie’s back. 

“Oh, o-okay. Sorry. It’s my first day, so I guess I got a little lost.” A contraction hits, Maddie unable to swallow her groan as she leans forward, fighting to breathe through the pain. “Oh my god, she’s having a baby! We gotta call someone!”