“…Oh, yeah. I just remembered.” Kay took a deep breath, letting a rare anxious look cross her face. “Me and Tul have been… talking, and we agreed that I need to be more open about how I feel. So… I just wanted to say thanks.” She folded her arms defensively. “You and Lenita have been better parental figures for me than my actual parents, and I’m a different, better, and all around happier person for knowing you. So… yeah.”

“Thank you, Kayleigh!” The eternal smile Finnegan wore doubled in size. “I’m glad you’re feeling more comfortable saying these sort of things, and I -”

“Okay. Nope. That’s enough emotional vulnerability for today.” Like flipping a switch, Kay snapped back to her usual demeanor. “Actions speak louder than words, and your actions practically scream how you feel about… well, pretty much everything. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go join my youngest daughter for one of her god-awful tea parties.”

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“You don’t have to, Kay-kay.” Tully smiled warmly at his wife. “You’ve just worked for nearly 24 hours straight, and Dad’s got breakfast under control - I can hang out with Chloe.”

“And keep our bratty little girl’s angel smiles all to yourself? I. Don’t. Think. So.” Kay gave a thumbs up and backed out of the kitchen. “Disgustingly pink and fluffy as it is, this is still the kinda shit that keeps me going through the workday. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You really picked a winner, didn’t you, Tully?” Finn beamed as he turned towards his son. “Now get your butt to the grocery store and buy some proper milk.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Tully sighed through his smile. “I’m going, I’m going.”

“Oh, and I swear to God in heaven above, if I ever catch you with soy or almond milk in your fridge for any reason short of lactose intolerance - I will disown you.”