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Not a day goes by where Mimi isn’t awed at how powerful working moms are; they work all day to provide for the kids only to come home and get to cuddle and deal with the screaming [in her case it isn’t always the baby, either]. Maybe someday she’ll feel like a bonafide superwoman.

Through the long hours and the aggravating coworkers and the (albeit not that bad) packed lunch like she’s the kid, the best part of the day makes it sort of worth it: her daughter’s smiling face. How damn cliché!

“Lookit who’s there! Mommy’s home!” The little squeal that follows Badou’s declaration, chubby, sticky fingers reach for her like flowers reach for the sun; her daughter is her sun. The biggest cliché in the world. Put her in a woman’s pantsuit, business style, she is done. Her heart has melted and dribbled down past her ribs, dribbling a lot like Lena at the moment.

But she’s warm tucked up against her chest, fluffy strands of strawberry blonde tickling Mimi’s chin. Those bright eyes have eyes only for her—

Mimi lifts Lena up to her face, take a deep whiff and peers at her husband whom she hasn’t bothered to kiss yet.

“Did you wait for me to get home to change her? You’re a real rat bastard.” Because of course he would. She’ll have to remind him this isn’t like being partnered with Heine.

Reaching for the sky in surrender, Badou widens his eye innocently. “Hey, no, come on. Firstly, the one and a half bastards in here take precedence to that…she must’ve done that just now. Got so excited she shat—can you say any girl’s ever been that happy to see you?”

“Can you?” She counters, brow cocked. The rage simmers below the surface just a little. He wouldn’t leave her in a dirty diaper if he could help it. Mimi wrinkles her nose. “Daddy’s gross—“

Lena gurgles, owlishly following the movements of her mother’s fingers while she lightly pinches her cheek, smoothes flyaway hairs from her nose and mouth.

“It’s the reason she’s here in the first place.” He isn’t even teasing—isn’t even being crude. The fondness in his eye is all encompassing, ready to swallow her whole.

Mimi opens her mouth, closes it. “Yeah.” The beaming grin on her face stretches wide until her cheeks hurt. The fullness in her chest probably makes up for that.

“If we get any cheesier we’ll have to have mac n’ cheese for dinner instead of whatever amazing gourmet meal you’ve made.” Snap out of it! It’s the hormones that make her blush at the dumbest comment and not love or anything appalling like that.

There’s that Nails’ patented ‘uh-oh’ stare. “Gourmet? Uhhh yup, that’s what’s happening.”

To think she’d ever count on these large hands to guide her anywhere, let alone towards the back of the apartment and Lena’s room.

“Why don’t you change that diaper and I’ll figure something out. Slave driver,” he’s halfway serious, but there’s no heat there, just the frazzlement of a parent that’s been home most of the day and cooped up.

She’ll let him. “One more thing—“

He pauses, twists to look at her. She closes the space between them. Lena chirps from her vantage point now squished between her parents.

“Is this where I’m supposed to say ‘welcome home’?” Badou murmurs against her mouth, eye lidded heavily

“No, this is the part where I say ‘move your ass’. I’m starving.”