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“I dunno, sweets, I’m sort of leaning towards Noel’s first pool adventure. Then again, we could stay home and teach him how to quickly and swiftly headshot a zombie. More to the pool thing, though.” A chuckle when the raven went to take the warm milk out. “I’d love some, thanks for making me some even though I could have said I wanted tea.” Why he put them all the way out there was a mystery to him.

“Pancakes? I’d love to make some pancakes! Chocolate chip or plain?”

†† The onyx haired male wandered off to go pick up Noel and placed a small peck upon his forehead. “I love Noel. How many times have I said that? I don’t know. Noel, papa Dante loves you a lot, okay?” After putting the baby down to giggle, Dante went back to Adrien and cuddled him again like before. “Or we can make love. We haven’t for a really long time.” A smirk spread across his face as he planted soft kisses against Adrien’s neck. “Just kidding. The pool sounds like fun and Noel has never used his swim suit yet. He’ll be the best motherfucking swimmer ever! All the babies and adults will be jealous! Right, Noel?!” Looking back at the baby, Noel was sitting there giggling like crazy. “So cute.”

“You’ve said it a lot before we got him, and then the amount tripled by the first day, so definitely more than once, honey.” Adrien smiled as he watched his husband and son. It was such a happy scene, it’d be great if it always stayed like this. Which he was pretty sure it would. The elation was soon pushed aside by surprise, though. The kisses brought a tint to his cheeks. “Dante, please. Not now, not even jokingly. That’s for later!”

A laugh as he watched the baby giggle. “Even I will be jealous, and my swimsuit is fabulous.”

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Adrien rubbed his face as he moved down the hall and towards the sounds of dogs sliding across the floor and some giggles and claps from who he was sure was their baby boy. His feet dragged and he was still pretty sleepy, sue him for being more an afternoon person than a morning one, but something about seeing Dante and Noel with the dogs running about the kitchen made him smile the dumbest smile that one could ever muster.

“G’mornin’, Dante. How late am I to this coffee party?” The brunette laughed, moving to press a kiss to both his son’s and his husband’s forehead.

†† “Not late at all. I just woke up from Noel crying and was like, ‘Okay, let’s go get some breakfast.’. I’m off for today so how about me, you, and Noel have some fun today? Anywhere you wanna go is fine by me.” The bartender grabbed his husband’s hand and pulled him into a small yet passionate kiss. After a few seconds, their lips parted and Dante went to the beeping microwave to get Noel’s bottle. “Want some morning coffee? I made some for you anyways.” As he poured the coffee into two mugs and put creamer and sugar all the while waiting for the milk to cool down, he placed the mugs on the coffee table in the living room.

†† ”Can you make some pancakes? I like your food better.” Dante nuzzled against Adrien and began to laugh at himself.

“I dunno, sweets, I’m sort of leaning towards Noel’s first pool adventure. Then again, we could stay home and teach him how to quickly and swiftly headshot a zombie. More to the pool thing, though.” A chuckle when the raven went to take the warm milk out. “I’d love some, thanks for making me some even though I could have said I wanted tea.” Why he put them all the way out there was a mystery to him.

“Pancakes? I’d love to make some pancakes! Chocolate chip or plain?”

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†† The bartender woke up to the noise of the baby crying. Adrien was curled up in the blankets next to Dante, giving him his back. “Noel,” A hand went to the bartender’s face as he was rubbing his prickly chin. “You’re gonna wake up Adrien.” He got up and went to the crib, pick him up and started cradling the crying baby boy in his arms. Of course, Noel was adopted because the two wanted a family. The two went to the kitchen, the crying began to die down. 

†† Dante was still half asleep as he put Noel in his feeding chair, making coffee for himself and warming up milk for Noel. Rose woke up and wagged her tail, waking up all the other dogs. All of them ran to the kitchen, watching Dante and Noel. Noel clapped his hands and giggled at the dogs. Valentine just stood on his stand and watched them with his owl eyes. As the drinks were being made, Dante went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. By the time he got out, Adrien was awake and in the kitchen with Noel and the pet.

†† “Morning.”

Adrien rubbed his face as he moved down the hall and towards the sounds of dogs sliding across the floor and some giggles and claps from who he was sure was their baby boy. His feet dragged and he was still pretty sleepy, sue him for being more an afternoon person than a morning one, but something about seeing Dante and Noel with the dogs running about the kitchen made him smile the dumbest smile that one could ever muster.

“G’mornin’, Dante. How late am I to this coffee party?” The brunette laughed, moving to press a kiss to both his son’s and his husband’s forehead.