defenderofdesmoines | 75 Godiva St

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75 Godiva St | Afternoon

You know that stage of moving where your major furniture is all set up, and you can technically live in your home, and you're considering maybe just that your life is cardboard boxes forever, and maybe they're actually sort of cute? Cardboardcore. Start a new trend.

Anyway.

"What should we actually do with all of these boxes when we're done?" Annie wondered, opening up yet another box of books. For such card-carrying members of Team Himbo, they had, like, way too many of these. Kindles for everyone before the next move. "Make a fort in the backyard?"

Aww. They had a backyard now.

[for the husband!]

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"I think I might need to see it in action," he said lightly. "But I'll probably have a bias to my own kids, you're right."

"I think most parents do," Annie replied, leaning up for another kiss before taking a step back to survey the room. "At least we have all summer to try to find some baby clothes that don't have clouds with smiley faces on them."

God, that sounded cute.

"And to make sure this is how we want to keep everything for awhile," she added, glancing around the room. She was pretty sure that, even setting aside her inevitable summer of heavy pregnancy, neither of them was going to be in the mood to try a new living room arrangement once they had two infants to wrangle.

"And we gotta baby-proof things and figure out how those baby-proof things open." Diego had already done some research on some of those locks and could already see himself getting frustrated and ripping it off.

"Yeah, I don't get why it has to be so hard," Annie mused, anticipating some similar frustration. "But at least we have a lot of time to practice? I feel like I'm gonna need it."

Maybe that was just a normal part of pregnancy no one talked about. Sure, you heard all about the glamorous things like morning sickness and how their babies were the size of a couple of little strawberries now, but maybe everyone also secretly spent the middle months mastering the art of the babyproofed cabinet door.

"They're seriously designed like babies are master cat burglars," Diego complained. "...though I guess I was about 4 or 5 when I learned how to pick locks."

Aw, he couldn't wait to teach his kids that.

"Aww, teeny little Diego," Annie sighed with a soft smile. "But yeah, exactly. They're our kids. They're gonna figure that kind of thing out."

Even if Annie had been an extremely well-behaved child, she had caused a block-wide blackout as a toddler by accident, and that's where she was thinking these kids might kind of take after their mom.

(If they even had powers, anyway. )

Powers or no, Diego and Annie had plenty of other questionable skills to teach their kids.

Diego looked around at the sea of cardboard boxes, also thinking maybe they should just leave them there forever. "Where do we even start?"

Annie sighed, shifting to lean lightly against him.

"What seems like the most fun to do?" Annie suggested, and with a slight smile, she went onto her toes to press a kiss to his jaw as the answer occurred to her. "Bedroom?"

That was probably their most fun room, in general.

"...well we do need somewhere to sleep tonight," Diego said with a grin. "I don't want to share a bed with a cardboard box filled with socks."

"I mean, we've slept in worse places," Annie pointed out, trailing her hand down along his arm to take his hand. "Remember that cute little pawn shop?"

Which had been the impetus for moving in together in the first place! Romance.

"I remember the bathroom," he said, taking her hand. "I try to forget the part where we shared a room with like eight other people."

"I'm never forgetting the bathroom," Annie replied, blushing predictably.

Because like, those eight other people had been on the other side of that door. God.

"Oh, man, we're gonna have to tell those guys," she realized as she started winding around boxes back towards their bedroom. "Fingers crossed Homelander doesn't fucking lose it any time soon."

If he did, they'd just have to figure it out without either her or Diego.

"Kimiko will be excited," Diego said before nearly tripping over a box and cursing the fact he wasn't nearly as graceful as he used to be. "I'm gonna need the child-proofing at this point."

Kimiko would be excited, which would be a nice contrast to how MM would be initially excited and then probably even more worried about baby-proofing than either Diego or Annie currently was.

"Do you want me to carry you around the boxes?" Annie teased, winding around another box and lifting their joined hands high to avoid obstacles.

"As much as I love it when you carry me, I'm already worried about your lower back as it is." He could tell she was starting to get uncomfortable she wasn't even that big yet.

"It just kind of sucks when I bend over," Annie assured him, but that was also fair enough that she wasn't going to argue. She knew how much she'd worry about him if their positions were reversed, and she had promised an abundance of caution now that they were out of the woods as far as, you know, potential world-endiness. "But I'll let you rub it later if it'll make you feel better."

Twist her arm more, et cetera.

"It would make me feel a lot better," Diego said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "'Course we both might need one after unpacking."

How did they get so much clothing? It's not like either one of them was a fashion plate.

How dare you. Annie had a beautiful orange sweater thing that was bound to start trends left and right.

"We might need a whole-ass spa day after we're really done unpacking," Annie pointed out, turning sideways to avoid a stack of boxes as she led the way into the bedroom. "But I would love to rub your back for you, babe. I'm not like...pregnant in my hands."

Well, she was, but you know what she meant.

"The imagery I just got." David Cronenberg nightmare is what that would be. "You know, I've never had a spa day. Unless the cold baths at the insane asylum count."

Annie turned to shoot him a concerned look. "They super don't count. We'll have to fix that. Maybe I can take you to Summer's space spa."

A pause, a smile, and, "Dolores seemed to really enjoy herself when I took her."

As much as Dolores seemed like she enjoyed anything.

"You're insane for taking her to that," Diego said with a laugh. "I love you, but that was insanity."

"Some of us thought it was hilarious," Annie pointed out, stepping around a box and leaning over it to give him a kiss, adorably. "But she was mostly into their manicures -- I think you'd benefit from, like, the massages and soaks and stuff, because they're awesome."

And it had been long enough now that Annie both felt comfortable asking Summer for potential use of her portal gun without worrying she was poking an emotional bruised spot, and she herself felt assured she could portal about pretty freely for at least a few more months.

"She was mostly into their manicures?" Diego repeated. "Didn't she just have the one arm?"

Aw, her and Five would have been perfect together now.

"Well, it's not like they could do her hair, Diego," Annie pointed out, logically. "It probably wasn't even the weirdest thing that staff had seen that day. Space spa's kind of wild."

Really, Diego needed to be taken to space, period, was what she was realizing.

It really was kind of weird that Luther was still the only Hargreeves sibling that had been to space.

"Clearly a trip is in order," Diego decided, sighing at the mess in the bedroom. "I hope the plants aren't in any of these boxes."

Because it might be awhile before they'd get to them.

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