Sixty-Three

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[Regular life]

Malia had just dropped off a newly five month old Antlia with Jasmine. On the car ride home, she spoke over the phone with Jasmine. Upon entering the house, she spoke over the phone with Jasmine. As she changed into a sweater and leggings, she spoke over the phone with Jasmine.

It wasn't until she heard the front door close that she stopped. Anthony walked in, seeing her try to force her hair into curlers. "Let your hair curl naturally." he said, humming to himself. She shook her head, finally getting the last section. "I can do this." she argued.

She walked past him, headed for the kitchen. Anthony watched her bake cookies, a genuine smile on his face. He walked over, hugging her from behind. She let out a high pitched squeak. "Ant! I'm baking!" she said through giggles.

He kissed her cheek and buried his face in her neck. She continued, allowing him to do what he wanted. "Damn, you look like a five course meal." he mumbled as she finally pushed him off so she could continue. She cocked a brow? "Just five?" she asked cheekily, reaching up to grab the chocolate chips. A lightbulb went off in his head, and he suddenly had the idea for a song,

A curler fell out of her hair, a small curl sitting there. Anthony walked over to her, playing with the curl. He grabbed another curler gently. "Can I take them out?" he asked her. She shrugged, and he gently removed the curlers, throwing them around carelessly.

She held him close as he kissed all over, before he finally picked her up bridal style and carried her to their room to... fulfill marital duties.

(A/N: If any cast member sees this, I'm sorry and leave this fanfiction before going any further.)

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