real life.
"BE CAREFUL, amour. Don't drop her." Timothée chuckles as he helps Genevieve hold Celeste. "Isn't she cute?"
"She feels yucky." Genevieve says making Timothée chuckle.
"That's because she's still little, baby. When she's a little older, she won't feel like that." He says.
Genevieve nods and kisses Celeste's head. "Why is she so small, Papa?"
"Because she's a little baby." Timothée chuckles. "Y'know, you were this small once."
Genevieve's draw drops in offense. "Nuh uh!"
"Uh huh." Timothée nods. "You did. And we were so cute!"
Genevieve shakes her head and hands Celeste back to Timothée before waddling back to Ella. "Mama,"
"Yes, baby doll?" Ella asks as she picks up Genevieve and places her on the couch next to her.
"Papa is being mean."
"Is he? Well, I think he should apologise." Ella says with raised eyebrows as she looks at Timothée.
Timothée chuckles and raises his eyebrows at Ella. "Can you tell Papa that he made you feel upset?" Ella asks her eldest daughter.
"Papa, you made me upset." Genevieve says.
"Well, I'm sorry, baby doll." Timothée says. "Do you forgive me?"
Genevieve nods. She kisses Ella on the cheek before hopping off the couch and waddling away.
Timothée chuckles as she looks at Ella. "I quoted you." He says.
"And?"
He raises his eyebrows. "And you made me apologise for quoting you."
"You didn't apologise to me." Ella shrugs. "You apologised to our daughter because you hurt her feelings."
"Oh," Timothée chuckles. "You cheeky little shit."
"You're one to talk." Ella laughs. The two laugh together and stare at each other for a minute.
"I love you." He says.
"I love you too."
