"I know that." He didn't sound like he knew that. He sounded like a man rebuilding a wall stone by stone in real time. But his fingers curled around hers anyway, tight, and his eyes—still too bright—dropped to the baby between them like he needed the reminder of what all this was actually for.
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Downstairs a few hours later, the front room had the distinct look of a place recently and rigorously conquered.
"Again!" Luna shouted, already scrambling upright inside the sloshing dome, ears plastered flat and soaked. "Tommy, again, again!"
"Okay, but this is the LAST one," Tommy shouted, even though his face was splitting into a grin that said he didn't really mean it.
"Because if your dad comes down here and there's water on the- actually, you know what, no, one more, hold on, HOLD ON" He tightened his huge hands, and the bubble got bigger and shook. Luna's giggles turned into a happy scream as it floated an inch off the carpet.
