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[molotov]

[Molotov had really been expecting it to happen a little earlier. But when she wakes up, she notices the distinct sound of playing. In a room that had been mostly sealed up until now. She throws her robe on, then goes to make sure that her suspicions are correct.]

Mama!

[Molotov holds her arms out for the now-three-year-old Andropov, and lifts her up.]

Let's go wake up Daddy, huh?


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[Later on, the three are out and about, doing... family stuff. Molotov mostly wants to lord the fact that her child is perfect and wonderful and gorgeous over people. Come say hi?]

Comments

[molotov]

I am saying maybe stop overreacting because I make a joke about your hair.

[samson]

It's not overreacting.

[molotov]

It is overreacting.

[samson]

Nope.

[molotov]

[Molotov squints, then leans very close to Brock's face.]

Hockey hair.

[Because Hunter, that good-for-nothing asshole he-she, did manage to share one or two interesting stories about his/her time at Nightingale's.]

[samson]

[what if i had an eyetwitch emote, i should make one of those

Anyway, Brock's eye is twitching. Through gritted teeth:] Please stop that.

[molotov]

[REALLY, SAMSON? YOU KNOW SHE'S TRYING TO INTENTIONALLY PROVOKE YOU, SO YOU REACT BY GETTING UPSET? god what a fucking idiot why is molotov married to him

Molotov frowns, then kisses his forehead.]

[samson]

[IT'S A VISCERAL RESPONSE, it's not like he can just ignore how angry he is! She knows Brock keeps his emotions very close to the surface; this is probably the best she could have hoped for.

At least he said please???? Give him some credit, jeezy petes.]

What was that for.

[molotov]

[But what did he have to be angry about! She already told him that it was just a joke, and she was so obviously testing him that there wasn't anything to even have an emotion about.]

Because I love you?

[samson]

[He still didn't like it! It was rude and he did not like it, and besides -- very seriously saying 'Thing That Insults You' is not a joke at all. It was obvious she was testing him, sure, but that's why he didn't, I don't know, throw her across the room and flip the table.]

Oh. Well, okay.

[molotov]

[No, I didn't mean that "hockey hair" was her joke, that just testing. But he got all touchy when she said he had a mullet, which he does, and that his hair looks like scrambled eggs, which it does, and those were jokes. She never said she didn't like how he looked! Also, wow, that would be a huge overreaction.]

Da. Stop being so sensitive.

[samson]

[I know it would be an overreaction, that's why I said it! That is how Brock overreacts, he is literally ridiculous.

Also, FROWN.] I'm not.

[molotov]

You are.

[samson]

[He frowns at her in silence for a moment, then leans in to hook his chin over her shoulder, holding the back of her head. Hugs! He needed hugs. Samson, you woman.]

[molotov]

[Molotov leans her head on top of his and hugs him back. What a damn baby.]

[samson]

[Hey, he isn't a baby!!! Because he's not crying.

After a bit, he gives her a squeeze and leans back.] Anything else?

[molotov]

[She leans back too, and looks at him closely.] Not for now.

[samson]

[Tilts in to give her a brief kiss on the mouth.]

'kay. Let's go take Andy for a walk.

[molotov]

Da.

[And she'll get up to go get the baby!]

[samson]

[And then they go for a walk, awww yeaaaah.]