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With a heavy boom and a responding glare from Hal, the last of the moving boxes fall from David’s arms, who promptly wipes away the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt.
“What?” He asks, giving the busted cardboard a nudge with his foot.
“Do you mind?” Mouthing, Hal points to the phone he has cradled against his shoulder and rolls his eyes. “Sorry about that, we’re still moving in. Yeah, that was Dave. No, I don’t think it was important. All the vital stuff was moved in yesterday… Those were just clothes.” Walking out from the foyer and into the kitchen, the conversation echoed through the empty house; “Yeah. Yeah. I know. Okay. I-- Oh, hold on. I’m getting another call. I’ll call you back. No, no, I have to go. We’ll talk later. Okay, yeah, later.” With a sigh, Hal perched on the edge of the counter and switched callers.
“Yes?” He asked, exhaustion heavy in his voice.
“Who was that?” Dave asked, sitting on his ankles and sorting through one of the boxes.
“Guess.”
“My favorite sister-in-law?” From the other side of the house he could sense his husband rolling his eyes.
“You could be nicer about it, but yes. She was just checking in.”
“Mm.”
“Did you really have to call?”
“You sounded like you needed rescuing.”
“Well thank goodness my Prince Charming is here.”
“Prince Charming just found all your comic books. Should I take them upstairs?”
“My manga can go upstairs, yeah. But try to be quiet, Sunny should still be sleeping.”
“Roger. David Emmerich out.” Hanging up and picking up the box with an exaggerated huff, he started upstairs, floors creaking under his weight.
Although the bedrooms haven’t been completely set up yet, Hal and Dave’s stuff have been moved into one room, Sunny’s crib pushed into a separate room just across the hall. A spare bedroom can be made into a guest room, an office on the first floor and extra belongings into the basement, including workout space for Dave and possibly a toy area for Sunny. As new parents, they were still a little unsure of what exactly children like to do, but they could figure it out - that’s how they’ve managed thus far.
Slowly opening the door with his elbow, Dave peers his head in. Sunny is sprawled on her back, thumb in her mouth and onesie bunched around her thighs, rosy cheeks flushed in bliss. Hal had built a little device that cycled sounds that helped her sleep, currently playing the sound of running water in a creek under a bridge. Dave and Hal recorded the sound themselves, as well as everything else. The weirdest one, Dave had to admit, was a recording of him snoring, but apparently Sunny enjoyed it. Personally, Dave thinks it was for Hal when the former would go on business trips and needed something grounding.
A bookshelf hadn’t been set up yet, so Dave set the box down in the corner, where another box of books and miscellaneous rested. Going into the bathroom, splashing his face off with cold water and drying off with his shirt, Dave snuck back downstairs to see Hal taking another phone call.
“Who now?” He whispers, removing his damp t-shirt off entirely, tossing it towards Hal, who swats it away with one hand.
“Jack.” With a nod, Dave moves towards the fridge, popping off the top of a beer bottle with the rough skin of his palm, making one final trip to the car to confirm that all of their belongings have been moved into the house.
“Did he want anything?” David asks upon returning, locking the front door and turning on the porch lights - in which they both discover need new bulbs.
“Wanted to know when he can visit.”
“We’ve hardly even moved in,” the elder grumbles, flopping down on the couch and patting for Hal to sit with him. “Anything else?”
“No.” Cold glasses press against Dave’s shoulder, Hal closing his eyes and sighing. “You smell.”
“Hm.”
“We should wake Sunny up soon and get some dinner.”
“Yeah.”
"Yeah," Hal parrots.
“Yeah.” Allowing his eyes to flutter shut, David listens to Hal’s breathing steady, then the soft inhale of a snore. Sunny will be fine if they take a nap.
“Papa! Wake, wake!” Sunny’s damp hands on David’s bare chest startle him awake, jostling Hal in the process.
“Sunny?” Hal asks, groggily adjusting his glasses from where they’ve left red indents on his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“M’hungry!” She announces, promptly patting her stomach, then smacking Dave’s for good measure.
“Did you walk down the stairs by yourself?” David asks, picking her up and stretching. With a nod, she beams and sticks her thumb in her mouth.
“We need to be careful about that,” comes a whisper behind them. “She could fall and hurt herself.”
“But she’s such a strong and brave girl! Aren’t you? Aren’t you?” A quick kiss to Sunny’s forehead, Dave passes her off to his partner and goes to get a clean shirt.
"Does pizza sound good? I think she can eat pizza. Do you want some pizza, Sunny?" Nodding, Sunny anxiously wiggles in Hal's arms, demanding to be let down, waddling over to David and patting the back of his knees.
"Papa! Up!" Casting an apologetic look to Hal, David scoops her up.
"What a daddy's girl," he cooed, going to pull out his laptop and looking up local pizza places.
"Oh, wait, Dave?" Pushing his glasses up, Hal looks from over the screen to see Dave with Sunny tugging lovingly on his beard. "What's our address again?"