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                “    What a terrible thing to say !    ” 

               BEATRICE LAUGHED, GRINNING UP AT HER husband as he closed in on her, like a large cat stalking its prey. But, as always, she was happy to fall victim to his affections, & so let his cup of coffee fall into the sink before wrapping her arms round his waist, holding him close as they kissed.

               “    Violet will be up soon, probably in half an hour. Klaus will sleep all morning if I let him – I found him under the covers again reading.    ”

               “    I think you’ve had quite enough already, DEAR.    ”

               BEATRICE CHUCKLED AS SHE HID HIS cup behind her back, slowly backing her way over to the kitchen sink. She’d been up for almost two hours already, waiting impatiently for he & the children to wake up. They were such late risers…

                      ❝   wrong i need at least three more cups before i’ll be awake enough to deal with the children   ❞  he’s grinning though, closing the gap between them and leaning against the sink, arms on either side of her to keep her from escaping. but she’s succeeded in distracting him from his coffee and he ducks his head slightly to steal a kiss. 

❝   violet! just the baudelaire i wanted,   ❞  he says, turning away from the smoking toaster with a sheepish grin on his face.  ❝   any chance you could invent something that will prevent me from burning the toast?   ❞

❝    beatrice, dearest, most beautiful wife, you are and will forever be my one true love but if you don’t give me back that coffee i’m afraid we can’t be friends anymore.    ❞

                    ❝   ed it’s me!   ❞ the familiar nickname tumbles from his lips as he pulls his eldest into a fierce hug.      ❝  i found you,  ❞  he whispers into her hair, relief evident in his voice.                                           ❝   it’s gonna be okay.   ❞

❝     beatrice? honey? have you seen my glasses?    ❞   he’s blurry eyed, hands outstretched, patting down any surface he painfully knocks in to. the plan had been to head to the pharmacy for new contacts, but he couldn’t very well do that until he found his bloody glasses could he?                                                                          ❝     are they in the library?      ❞