LoveBite [2]

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Crying. Again crying. For the hundreth time, they're woken up by crying coming from the child they both love dearly, but sometimes they want to put a cork in it. Especially in the morning, where it used to be peaceful.

Nonetheless, Satine crawls over Peter as he rolls to his back. She picks Anastasia out of her crib and lifts her shirt over her head to craddle the little thing against her chest. She takes a deep breath that turns to a yawn as she looks down at a heavily breathing baby. She gently wipes the tears off her cheek and holds her tiny hand, to get her finger squeezed tightly in return.

Satine looks at Peter as he itches the crevises of his eyes and she slowly grins.

"Happy birthday, Малыш." She speaks softly and he groans while rubbing his face, making her smile with a scrunched up nose.

"Don't remind anyone." He begs.

"They already know." She giggles and he whimpers.

"No." He sings.

"And, half of us are going out for you." She stands to move closer and sit beside him. "Later today, we're going somewhere and you have no choice." She places her hand on his chest as he sets his on the outside of her thigh. "You'll love it, I promise."

"How many people?" He sighs.

"It's just Wanda, Vision, Pietro, and Ruby." She shakes her head.

"And, Anastasia?" He asks and she slowly grins with raised brows.

"Bucky and Sam will take care of her." She nods.

"Oh, dear God." He complains while rubbing his eyes and sitting up on his elbow and she chuckles lightly.

"They're responsible enough to handle her, they're just like to pick on people." She shrugs quickly.

"They're gonna influence her." He puts his hand up.

"She's only a baby, they can't do much." She pushes through his hair to get it out of his face.

"They'll find a way." He nods surely and she tilts her head with a gentle and small grin, causing him to hesitantly sigh, defeated.

"Do you love me?" She cups his cheek and brushes her thumb across his cheekbone.

"Of course, I love you." He nods.

"Do you trust me?" She lowers her head.

"Yes. I --"

"Then trust me." She holds the back of his head.

He sighs while leaning his head into her hand before he rolls his eyes slightly and nods. She gives him an unamused look and he nods again.

"Alright." He chuckles. "I don't trust them, but I won't complain."

"Okay." She grins with a pouty voice and he shakes his head. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine, thank you." He gives her a smile before dropping it and she holds down her grin.

She leans down to place a quick kiss to his lips while pushing him to lay back again.

"Asshole." She mumbles as she stands and he smiles.

He gives her one good smack to the behind and she giggles as she turns around to hand over Anastasia into his arms.

♡

Further into the day, after the group drove two separate cars, all six arrive at their destination. They've made a reservation at a restaurant on a beach, perfect for the hot air of a summer in August.