#ref: future

“How’s my knee doing?” Alina asked, as she sank into the bathtub with her husband. Her fingers brushed over his scar. The kids were asleep, no fuss from their two little angels. She’d been at her studio all day with Jai swaddled to her chest while she taught their older students choreography for a new show, and this was their moment before Liam went out for the night. Their little Dynamo had picked up Alina’s habit of treating their patriarch as the greatest seat in the house. If Liam’s lap was free, his girls were claiming it.

“Am I making you late?” She whispered, coffee and morning breath exchanged in the early morning hours of their small kitchen. He shook his head ‘no’ and pulled her closer, sleepily resting his head on her shoulder. “Are you off?” Her voice was a little louder, the tone hopeful. The corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and, just as easily as she’d climbed into his lap he was lifting her onto the kitchen table.

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