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"So." Dark said to them, looking back at them, "you heard what Lance had to say." "Perhaps we should sit down," Daizi added, already heading that way.

"We aren't going to miss being visited by CPS," Daizi corrected with a little smile, "You as an individual is different." Dark turned towards the stairs with his full body, arms crossed, "Somehow, I find that unsurprising." Then he turned back to Lance, shook his hand, and said, "We will see...

"I do not think so," Dark answered, staring down at the number, "Thank you. And thank you for telling us about this," lifted up the number and then tucked it into his pocket before standing, intending to walk him to the door, "Do you need to speak with our sons again?"

"Twenty nine..." Dark repeated on his exhale. For some reason, more than anything else, that stood out to him. That was young. He'd only have been thirteen when the twins were born, he was almost halfway between himself and them. "We'll reach out to him," Daizi said, pushing her hair back...

They spoke for awhile, trying to stay mostly on topic about just the two of them meeting him, to put his fears aside, and at last Daizi said, "It's probably easier if we contact him ourselves, adding a middle man seems over complicated. But it would be helpful if you let him know we'll contact...

Dark looked at Daizi, who was trying her best to figure out what to do, and then he requested Lance give them a moment before discussing between themselves, in Arabic, what they should do about it.

Dark nodded slowly and then rubbed his face with one hand, sitting back. Then he sighed a long, tired sigh, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "That is entirely their call if they want to meet him. If they do not want to meet him, that is all which matters." "It would probably be worth us...

"His brother?" Daizi asked, torn between shocked and incredulous, and despite trying to think of literally anything else, asked, "Why? I mean, we knew he had them, and I know that one relative being a bad person doesn't imply anything about you, but... Why?" Dark glanced up towards the...

Dark nodded sincerely at Lance's compliment, because he worked hard to keep their home clean. He worked hard at it, and deeply feared when Ivy became mobile. It was already more difficult to keep things clean with her. When Lance asked to speak with them alone, though, Daizi's stomach...

Dark thanked Lance for the card, taking a brief few moments to read it, and assured him he was unbothered by it arriving late. Then Daizi asked if she could get him anything to drink before they went into the living room. "Ivy is napping," She explained, "so I hope you do not need to check on...

"Or you could simply permit me to have a clean home," Dark sniffed, mildly indignant, but after breakfast and being there for part of Ivy's playtime, he set about his task of deep cleaning before needing to shower and go go visit with Lex, bringing their baby gate designs. Ultimately, he did...

"Tomorrow," Dark answered, looking at Daizi's phone, "at one in the afternoon. I should clean up." "He saw the house when Ivy had just come home, I think it is fine," Daizi told him as a formality, but she knew it was absolutely no use.

"No, of course not," Daizi assured him, although if she was being honest with herself, she knew that, as far as she was concerned, anytime something was out of the ordinary, she expected catastrophe. Dark, however, did believe what he said, "If it is about the adoption, I suspect it is just a...

"He switched primary contact to Daizi after our incident at the school," Dark explained, "I pointed out how he is able to talk to her as well as myself, and he agreed to not exclusively communicate with me." "I just don't understand why he would text now rather than later in the day," Daizi...

"He certainly would," Dark agreed with a nod, but then he turned his head at Daizi's notification. "What does Lance want? "I don't know yet," She replied, hitting play because she assumed if it was really serious, he would've called rather than texted. After hearing the message, she rubbed...

"If you cannot afford enough through modeling," Dark said, taking a sip of coffee before taking Ivy so Daizi had an easier time cooking, "I would be more than willing to drive you to a part-time job, if we work the hours out properly."

"Should I have plans?" Daizi asked with a chuckle, "Now that Dark is home, I get to work more during the day, but that's all." "I am going to see Lex to discuss getting a baby gate so that when she," he nodded to Ivy, "starts crawling, she stays safe."

"I'm certain we'd find a place, I just didn't know what we'd need," Daizi said as she cooked, "I'm sure there are options. It is too early in the morning to stress, we'll figure it out."

"I wonder if you could rent one," Daizi mused, "Or rent time in the studio where you can have more private practice, until you can afford one of your own. How big are the wheels, anyway? Do we have space we can store one?"

Dark looked at the phone, it taking just a moment for it to register because of the early morning, and then he exhaled slowly, "It would seem so." "Didn't your instructor say you didn't say you don't need one of your own until you were more advanced?" Daizi asked, turning slightly, "At least...