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“Talla, if you don’t put this coat on, I am shipping you off to live with the Vulcans!” Archer chuckles to himself as his husband’s growl is met only with a squeal and a giggle. He shrugs on his own coat and leans in the foyer with a broad smile, watching as Shran struggles to hold their excitable daughter still long enough to bundle her up for their walk. “Jonathan,” Shran scowls. “Please make yourself useful.”
Ducking down, Archer lifts Talla with one arm and slings her over his shoulder. “Looks like we’re headed to Vulcan!”
“NOOOOO!” Talla shouts. Archer, playing the game out, starts melodramatically stomping towards the door. “Thavan,” she howls with laughter and reaches out for Shran behind him. “Save me!”
Shran catches up quickly and pulls her into his arms. “Are you going to behave yourself then, shei?” Archer turns just in time to see Shran kiss her gently on the forehead. They help her with her jacket and take one hand each.
“Will you swing me?” She looks brightly up at them.
“Of course, miiph.” Shran ruffles her hair. Archer falls in love all over again.