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“You’re really going to do this?” Wednesday deadpanned.
“You’re gonna do it with me.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll post that video of you reading to Dean,” his smile widened, “the one where you’re making all the sound effects.”
“Blackmail,” she noted. “I’m almost impressed.”
“I knew you would be.” It was the only way he’d get her to do it. She wouldn’t do it otherwise.
It was just something he wanted to try out on Dean. He’d seen a video circulating on Instagram. It looked really cute; this dad laid down in front of his son to see what he’d do, which made him wonder if Dean would react or not.
Right now, Dean was picking up his blocks, putting one of them into his mouth and getting saliva all over it. Tyler recently bought it for him, which Wednesday modified and made better by painting them all black while he’d been at work, claiming she did it so she “wouldn’t have to look at all the hideous colors.”
“Get it over with then,” Wednesday said impatiently. “I’m not going to stand here and waste anymore of my time.”
He kissed her cheek.
Tyler laid down on the floor, his head right in front of Dean. Their son didn’t notice his father was there right away until a second or two later, his focus was on his toys.
“Daddy play?” Dean asked, tilting his head. He leaned forward, reaching out a tiny hand to curiously pet Tyler’s hair. He was intrigued by the curls, his mouth making a little O during his observation. He was very gentle about it, too.
Tyler was on his side so he wasn’t facing his son. He did smile, his face threatening to bloom into a wide one.
Wednesday was off to the side of the room, watching them with no expression.
“Daddy tired?” Dean said. He made a noise, moving around so he could lay his head on top of Tyler’s.
He was practically melting. Wednesday must have known what he was thinking because she rolled her eyes, sighing a little.
Whatever. It was frickin’ adorable and he couldn’t wait to tell Ajax and Lucas about it.
“Your turn,” he informed her.
Wednesday side-eyed him the whole time she walked by. She laid down just exactly how he’d done it, only she had to adjust her braids positioning so she wouldn’t be laying on them.
Tyler expected their son to react the same way with her. He even had his phone nearby so he could sneak in a picture of it and send it to Enid, knowing that she’d love to see it.
But that’s not what happened.
“Ow!” Wednesday hissed. Dean had smacked her right on the side of the face. It must have stung if his wife was saying anything about it. “Dean, I am warning you-”
Dean grinned mischievously, which would clear up any doubt anyone might have about him being Wednesday’s son. He took a hold of her braid and yanked on it, erupting into loud laughter when Wednesday expressed her displeasure about it.
“Dean!” She snapped.
Tyler should really support his wife and stop their son from doing it anymore, but Dean’s laughter was contagious and as much as he tried to stifle his own and control his facial expression, he couldn’t.
The final straw was Dean putting his slobbery mouth on her cheek. It was like he was doing some odd suction motion. Wednesday put her hand on his shoulder to push him away, grimacing.
“There was no need for that.”
Their son’s toothy grin indicated otherwise.