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Miller and Jackson had been adjusting to their new lives for the past six months. The couple spent their days taking turns to care for their Mary.
The mornings were when Jackson came back from work. He always took the night shifts at the hospital wing, so that Miller could have time off and their daughter could sleep with at least one of them. They all ate breakfast together, then Jackson went to sleep for a few hours while Mary rested. Miller worked all day, attended meetings, and then came home to eat with his husband and daughter. Their system was nearly flawless. But, it wasn’t nearly as much time as they wanted to spend.
Jackson rolled over on his side and looked at his daughter playing with the doll Niylah made her. She was precious. Small, gentle, undernourished, and innocent. She was also bored. All. The. Time. Her little ginger hair was finally growing out a little and her lips were even redder. She was beautiful. And she’d hopefully grow into a beautiful young lady, as well. Only if they ever get out of this place.
At dinner that night, Miller and Jackson were pretty silent, as Mary had fallen asleep early and didn’t want to wake her. Their room wasn’t too fit for a child and certainly not three people. Octavia had made an exception due to Miller’s high status on He council and Jackson being an essential member of the Bunker. And of course, Mary was the only thing that made her laugh.
The first room was the kitchen which consisted of a table, chairs made by Nathan, and plates they kept in a basket. Then a sheet separated the kitchen from the bedroom. A bunk was cut in half for the boys and a bassinet for Mary. It was cramped, but it was home.
“I have an idea for something, but it’s totally crazy.” Miller chuckled a little, but was curious about what his boyfriend was going to ask. “What if we have a Halloween party? We need a little fun around her. Nothing has really happened since the wedding. And that was forever ago.” It was true. The wedding was the event of the year. And now it was all work.
“So the entire Bunker dresses up and goes door to door begging for scraps? Not sure how great that’ll go. And, you know, the fact it’s probably nowhere near Halloween.”
“Yeah, but everyone loves Halloween.” He couldn’t argue with that. Miller finished his food and took Jackson’s hand.
“I like it. Want to tell Octavia or would you rather me?” He already knew the answer. Miller was one of the few people Octavia listened to about almost anything. Their bond was insane. Beautiful almost. “I’ll tell her tomorrow morning. She and I are working on something with the hydro farm and have time to talk.” Jackson was giddy now. He couldn’t wait to tell Abby. Abby. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.