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The sun had set when Liz returned to the kitchen sans baby, finding Truth tending to the soup as promised. With a tired sigh, Liz flopped down into a chair at the dining table, using a hand to brush her hair back.

Satisfied with the food, Truth set the fire to a low simmer to keep it warm before walking over to her friend.

"All done," she announced as she sat down next to her. "Is he still asleep?"

"Yes," Liz groaned. "You are a literal godsend. You let me know when you're in town again, because I'm pretty sure his Aunt Lee is going to be his number one sitter from now on."

Truth grinned at the title, pumping a fist up in the air.

"Yes! Now I've got two nephews and a niece to spoil."

"Oh God no, he's already spoiled enough. I swear, every time she comes back from a mission, Julia brings back a complete new set of clothes and toys for him. She also refuses to put him down for any reason. He needs a nap? She'll rock him to sleep. Chores? We've got the carrier. Dinner? He's sitting on her lap trying to fight her for her food as if he can eat a piece of steak."

Truth laughed.

"To be fair, she misses him a lot more than you do," she pointed out.

"Well, yeah," Liz agreed with a cheesy smile on her face as she thought about her wife and kid. "I'm not actually complaining, but I do like to pick on her about it. Isaiah's got her wrapped around his little finger."

"Now, that I have to see," Truth said. "Speaking of, should we be expecting you three in D.C. during a certain week next month?" She gave her an inquisitive brow, throwing the question out there just to test the waters.

"Maybe," Liz drawled with a knowing smile. "Do we know which certain week this might be, perhaps?"

Truth smirked at her fishing, leaning back in her seat.

"You know we don't disclose the dates this early, Mrs. Carter. In and around Easter Sunday is your only hint."

Liz stuck her tongue out at her.

"You're no fun. Can you tell me who's on the guest list, at least?" Though, before Truth could answer, Liz leaned forward to give her a suggestive look. "Might a certain Natasha Romanoff be in attendance?"

"You," Truth said, "are just as bad as Amelia."

"No way?! She's met Amy already? Oh, it's over."

"What?!" Truth questioned with a laugh. "What do you mean 'it's over'?"

"I mean, one," she started, holding up a finger, "she's definitely on the guest list, and two," with a second finger, "she's definitely made her way into your very exclusive friends and family list, which is ridiculously hard to get into, so I'm wondering how that could've possibly happened in the last few months since Christmas."