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Tommy sighs as he folds the top of his newspaper down when a crash echoes from the other room. He doesn't get up. It's been 2.7 seconds and there's no blood curdling scream following it so Tommy knows no blood has been spilled.
"It's fine, don't get up." Evan huffs as he steps into the room, looking slightly harried.
Tommy just raises an eyebrow at his husband and purses his lips in an attempt to not grin. "You instigated the rule, darling."
Evan looks like he regrets it. Almost. But his new bathroom rule of 'You can stay sitting as long as the door stays open' has worked in his favour more than once.
"Remember when taking a shit used to be a solo activity?" Evan huffs, losing the fight to not laugh as he grabs for his toothbrush, brandishing it at Tommy when he uses his newspaper to swat at his husbands hip playfully.
Honestly, Tommy doesn't anymore. Whatever privacy they had as single people has been withered away by time and marriage and now—
"Dadadada!"
—sticky little fingers that follow them around with no concept of personal space or bodily functions.
"I'm still sitting." Tommy reminds him.
Evan rolls his eyes but leans down to press a toothpaste kiss to Tommy's forehead. "Yes dear."