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July 2007
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John Sheppard [userpic]

It is late when John pinpoints quietly into the London house, sneaking his way right to watch his babies sleep. He doesn't bother seeing anyone else in the house, if they're even awake, he doesn't know. He just stands between the babies cribs, watching them both  quietly. Gilly burbles in her sleep, whining quietly until he moves to adjust what is obviously one of his shirts in with her closer and she settles.

He takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes with a sigh.

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"Yes. And you're only allowed to go if you promise not to outshine the bride. We're also the first people he's actually told."

"I wonder how people have been finding out, then."

He shrugs. "No idea. Do we really care?"

"No...just idle curiosity."

"Don't be curious about my friends, baby," he smirks.

"I will be curious about what I want and you will like it."

"Only if it benifits me."

"Bitch please."

"This is one of the moments I wish we'd had some sort of traditional vows so I could ask you what happened to the obeying me part."

"Darling my love, when in our entire life together have I obeyed you?"

"In my dreams. They're nice."

"Poor thing." She tugs him for kissings.

He picks her up again. So he doesn't have to bend down to kiss back.

She laughs against his lips. "Can you stay the night? Have breakfast with us."

He takes a minute to think about it. "I can stay most of the morning."