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You sighed happily as you flopped onto the sofa, throwing your evil pumps across the room with a curse and covered your eyes with your wrist. Tony had left, promising you that he would never again watch your tiny friends, though you couldn’t really blame him. From what you had gathered, the two had been hellions, but at least they hadn’t wrecked the house too badly. You of coarse compensated the poor man for his torture, paying triple the fee as an apology for his hair and obviously damaged psyche. You were just happy that he had cleaned Edgy’s mess.
Speaking of Edgy, the small skeleton was nestled into the crook of your neck, after having sliced into your earlobe with his needle teeth upon your return. He had refused to leave your shoulder, even going so far as biting your finger when you tried to move him to give him a hug. It seemed that he was bent on staying at his perch, weather you wanted him to or not.
Brass, on the other hand, had quietly waited on the back of the sofa for you to come to him, before saying hello and hesitantly sitting in your lap. He was much more reserved, asking how the flight and trip were, and if you had information for him. You were happy to tell him that Dr. Peacock was more than happy to help, furious when you told him about Brass’s state when you had found him. He had taken it upon himself to find Pauline and bring her to justice. Brass had tears in his eyes when you said this, and you couldn’t help but scoop him up and plant a kiss on his cheek and give him a good cuddle.
More than anything, you were just happy to be home. You really hated leaving the boys alone, but they were grounded for the night for treating Tony badly, though it was more for principal than you really caring about the man. After checking them and making sure they were both fine, you carefully rolled over and laid on your back, Brass sitting between your breasts and Edgy laying across your neck, and yawned. Jet lag sucked, and you were exhausted. Edgy was already asleep, his little body like a scarf across your throat, and Brass was a bit bleary eyed himself, curling up against your chest and making himself comfortable.
“Nap time,” you yawned again, rubbing Brass’s head with a finger, “Love you guys,”
Edgy muttered something that sounded like an agreement, and as you fell asleep you heard Brass say, “Love you too…Mama.”
“Y/N! How’s it been?”Al called, waving at you from the kitchen as you walked into the shop before bringing his butcher knife down on a slab of meat.
“Good,” you call back as you slip into a booth.
Brass and Edgy slip from your shoulders and walk over to the menu. Edgy was suggesting different foods to Brass, as he didn’t have a favorite yet. Edgy was pushing for the sand cooked Arabic goat, which his friend was seriously considering. You wanted a gyro, yourself, and told them that you would share if they wanted to try.
“Good to see you, Brass!” Al laughed as he came to take your orders, “Y/N got you all patched up, and I’m keeping an ear out about that nurse. I know what these two want, you got a craving for anything in particular?”
Brass blushed a bit at Al’s loud voice and said, “Edgy keeps saying the goat, so I’ll try it.”
Al chuckled and left to prepare the food, leaving the three of you at the table to talk. You noticed that there were other Bitties in the restaurant as well, and couldn’t help but smile at this. You rubbed Edgy’s head in thought and smiled at Brass. Recently, he had began to call you ‘Mama,’ though quietly and often when he thought you couldn’t hear him. It made you smile every time and you were so happy he had finally warmed up to you. As you watched your little friends chat about nothing in particular, an idea struck you.
“You guys want to go to a horse ranch this weekend?” you asked, and the two looked at you as if you had grown a second head, “My family’s having a small reunion at my brother’s ranch this weekend. I usually skip them, but do you guys want to go?”
“Sure,” Brass shrugged, trying to act cool, but you could see the excitement in his eyes at the thought of seeing a real, live horse.
Edgy tugged at his hoodie nervously, and you smiled and kissed his head, saying, “Don’t worry, Sugar Skull, it’ll be fine. Don’t you want to meet your uncle and grandparents?”
He blinked, eyes widening at that thought, before blushing at the silly nickname.
“Whatever,” he growled, looking away, “If Brass wants to go I guess I’ll deal with it.”
You chuckled and kissed them both, excited about the two of them meeting your family. You giggled at the thought of Brass with a horse as your food came, and almost choked while eating when you laughed at the thought of Edgy trying to ride one. Oh, you were very much looking forward to this weekend.