"Émi, come quick!" Percy rushed to the door when the Spy came in, the blond beaming. He took his fiancé's hand and pulled him to the living room where Sam was sitting and playing with Munch and Gabriel. "Sam said Munch's name! That's her first word!"
Émile was startled at first, jogging to follow Percy without even taking his mask off. The new information brought a grin to his face, though it was a bit confused–”Munch’s name? Not daddy or papa or something?” There was a laugh in his voice, and when they came to a stop he pulled off his mask, plopping down onto the floor by the cats and the baby.
“Hi Sam! Who’s this, hm? Daddy says you know who this is.” He played with Munch’s paw as he spoke. If it had been Gabriel he would’ve pulled the cat into his lap, but Munch was… a lot of cat to be moving around.
“Pappthhpt.” She almost had it but it ended in a raspberry and a wide giggling grin. Percy grinned as well, gently rubbing his stomach where the baby was kicking.
“Don’t worry, I tried to get her to say daddy and she just said doota.” He shook his head, scooting over to Émile to kiss his cheek. “She is the most adorable thing. And here we are, about to have another. I’m excited for her to have a little brother.”
“Well, you’re a very good doota.” He turned his head to follow up the cheek kiss to one on Percy’s lips, the hand not holding up his weight moving to put his hand over Percy’s on his stomach. “A doota and a pappthhhph to two precious babies. If you had told me all this two years ago, I would have laughed in your face. But here we are.”
There was a pleased pause before a thought visibly came to Émile’s face. “...Do you think we’ll need a bigger place before he’s born? How long can they share a room?”
