???’s POV:
‘ “Dib’s on the TV!” Blue called out as they went through a portal, with Nightmare carrying Error. ‘ I wrote down the final sentence in the book. I placed the pen to the side and set the ink to dry. I look over to the rest of the papers that will soon become a book when I felt someone kiss my head. I look up to see my lover.
“Hey, love.” He smiled down on me. I chuckled and kissed him. We pulled apart a second later.
“Hi, babe!” I chirped. He rested his head on my shoulder.
“Are you done with that book?” He asked me, looking at the paper that I set to dry.
“Uhuh! Just have to let the ink dry before binding it.” I responded as he kissed my cheek. We look over to the doorway when we heard footsteps coming this way. Our child came in.
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“Momma! Dadda! Dunckle’s here!” Our baby boy chirped.
“Okay, sweetie. Momma and Dadda will be there in a minute, okay?” I smiled warmly.
“Okay!” Our baby boy giggled and ran back downstairs. My husband grabbed my hand and helped me up.
“You ready to go, love?” He purred. I nodded as we left downstairs. We arrived in the living room to see our baby boy playings with his brother and dunckle.
“Heya.” I smiled as we came down.
“Momma! Dadda!” Our children exclaimed as they ran to us, engulfing us in a hug.
“Hello sweetie, Hello pumpkin,” I said to our kids.
“Illusion, Dismay, why don’t you go play in the other room okay?” My lover said.
“Okay!” Illusion and Dismay chirped as they ran to their bedroom. I chuckled fondly as we sat down next to our guest.
“Hey Ink. It’s been awhile huh?” I greeted him.
“Yeah. How have you been Error and Nightmare?” Ink questioned.
“We’ve been well. You?” My husband asked.
“I’ve been well. I just came to drop off the binding items before I left but you know how they are.” Ink snickered.
“Haha well, they are our kids.” I giggled.
“Well, I got to get back to Fresh and Para. I’ll see you guys later!” Ink smiled.
“Bye Ink!” We waved farewell as Ink left by a portal. My husband turned to me.
“Want to go see what binding stuff he brought, Ruru?” He asked.
“Sure Nighty.” I hummed as we looked through the basket.