Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
"First off, if the chips are allowed to fall, one of them is definitely resulting in tiny storm number two."
Makai gave her a look as if to remind her what happened last time. Hand reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked up at him. A challenge that he would be on night duty every night. It would appear negotiations had begun on the subject.
"Every night."
He didn't ask for 'how long' because the implication was already there. There would be no escape until the terror left for university, even then it implied he still would be answering any late night 'come pick me up' or 'send credits' calls in his old age. Fingers tapped against her hip under the cool water as he thought.
"Lots of sleep regression those first two years....no doubt Phoebe will experience one too - school and baby sibling - but I'll already be awake with number two... by the time number two sleeps decently we'll be thinking about adding tiny storm number three...cycle repeats." A small pause. "Could get some work done in between, make sure the office has space for a crib..."
Finally his head tilted down to meet her gaze. A small smirk on his face.
"I accept your terms. It will be a pleasure doing business with you, Missus Dashiell."