* 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡.

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she's very easily pleased. i'm sure she'll love it.

i do! addie.

my daughter will love it, thank you.

“ because i am never letting you go again! ” spoken with a matter of fact into his front. orla returns, as if summoned, two mugs and a juice cup held in her hands.

“ i forgive you. you know why? ” falling face first against his chest, before she shifts to get comfortable on his lap.

she goes to reply, before a fit of giggles erupts at his ministrations. her hands swat at him, though she doesn't mean any harm.

orla gives a nod in response, lifting a hand to motion towards the kitchen. she'll give the two of them time, keep herself busy by making drinks. addie beams, as brightly as she can, lifting a hand to pat the top of his head. “ don't be a stranger. ”

she squeals in delight, small arms tightly curling around him. “ missed you! ”

they do so a half hour later, the toddler bouncing in as if nothing is wrong. “ uncle jammy! ”

addie can distract you in numerous ways. you know her.

oh, honey, i'm sorry. do you need us to come over?

jonathan — ... focus on wren. addie and i can survive without a disney trip.

i can't ask that of you.

can't afford that, even if i wanted to.

want to give addie a little holiday. not sure where.

giggling, she tilted her head. she shifts forward, grabbing his face between her hands. “ i was with daddy! did ma tell you? we went everywhere! ”