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“Hey, babe! Get in here!”

Ben must have been upstairs too because Leslie watched as he rushed into their bedroom just a few seconds later.

“Yeah? What’s–”

“Come here, I need to measure your head.”

“Ohhhhkay,” he answered slowly, frowning a little but walking over and stopping right in front of her. But then he smiled and moved a bit closer, so his waist was right by her face. It was a nice view, but not very helpful at the moment.

“Bend down,” she instructed, looking up at him.

Now he seemed a bit confused. “Bend down? Why?”

Leslie held up the half-finished pink hat she’d been crocheting. “Bend down so I can see if it’s going to fit.”

“Oh,” Ben’s eyes widened and he started nodding. “Ohhhhh. Alright. Yeah.”

He quickly sat down on the bed next to her and she put the beginnings of the bright pink pussy hat on her husband’s head. Ann had emailed her the pattern a couple of days ago and Leslie had wasted no time in getting started.

It fit perfectly. Leslie smiled as she took in her handiwork but also, she was a little confused about something. “So, what did you think was happening when I called you in here?”

“Oh, no, nothing. I thought you wanted to…see if a hat you were making for the Women’s March next week fit on my head. Of course that’s what I thought you meant.”

Now it was Leslie’s turn to look confused. She studied his face for a couple of seconds, “Oh my god. Did you think I called you in here to…give you a blow job?”

“What? Nooooooo. No,” he paused but seemed to look slightly guilty. “No.”

“Ben…really?”

Eventually, the corners of his mouth twitched up in a small smile. His messy weekend hair was sticking out the top of the hat, where she still had to seal it up and then make the little ears at the sides and really, he did look pretty irresistible.

“Fine. Okay. I thought you maybe wanted to snuggle. I mean, the kids are napping, so…”

She started laughing. Of course, Leslie almost always wanted to snuggle her husband, but she also had limited time to get the family’s hats done and their two-year-olds only took so many naps during the day.

She’d managed to make three small hats last night in bed, but those had been fairly quick to finish. Because small toddler heads.

“This is serious, babe. There’s no time for any funny business. I need to finish your hat, make mine, and then we need to start on the signs. Oh! And if I can get these two done fast enough, I can make hats for April, Andy, Donna and even some ladies at the Midwest NPS office who are driving to Washington too.”

He nodded at her plan. “Absolutely. And also, family sign making project starts today, after the triplets wake up. I have poster board and markers all spread out on the dining room table already. We make signs, have dinner, then we tackle bath time.”

“God, I love it when you get all organized and focused.”

Ben grinned again at her. “I know you do, honey. And I do think this is really important, marching together with our kids and the whole country in our unified belief that women’s rights are human rights.”

“It is very important,” Leslie agreed.

“Oh, and also,” Ben continued, “I had some ideas for the signs. Now, I know this is a little immature, but…what do you think about Trump Eats Farts for one. Maybe Stephen’s?”

Fart had recently become one of their twenty-six-month-old son’s favorite words. The kids only knew about seventy-five words each but somehow ones like fart, butt, and snot had all entered their children’s limited vocabulary.

Leslie was pretty sure it was Andy’s musical influence…but at least her children weren’t babbling around the house about sex hair.

She nodded as she carefully lifted the in-progress hat from her husband’s head and then laid it carefully down next to the skein of bright pink yarn it was still attached to.

Then she grabbed Ben by the t-shirt and led him to lie down on the bed with her, so they were both on their sides.

“Wha–”

He didn’t even get to finish his question before her lips were on his and her fingers were working to get his jeans undone.

“You’re a very wonderful, supportive, and organized husband and now you’re getting a blow job,” Leslie finally told him, their faces still all close together.