Violent violet and bubblegum pink

And Bernard's got his arm around her, and is curled around them both like he'll never, ever leave their sides.

And he's not likely to, any time soon.

Because, holy shit.

Anthony's got his finger in an iron grip, and seems interested in maybe devouring it, and it's so cool.

Bernard laughs. "Look at him."

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A hesitant knock on the bedroom door. "Anyone home? Anyone home?"

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She tiptoes in, dragging her stethoscope behind her.

And stands at the door, uncertainly.

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"Oh, Dude, just go on in, Doctor Tam said it was all right..." And Kathleen peeks her tiny, spiky head around the door, beaming, her eyes red.

"Well? You gonna let us meet our grandson, or aren't you?"

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Her mother beams.

"Now, there's the face I've been wanting to see. C'mere, lovely. Jump up."

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"So pretty," she says softly, taking in the perfect tiny hands and perfect rosebud mouth. "So pretty and so much ours."

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She's a little wary as she comes over.

"Baby?"

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He laughs as Anthony yawns a little.

"Yeah, I bet you're tired, you little monkey." He runs a finger along Anthony's cheek gently. "You were a whole lot of trouble getting here."

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"Just a bit." A quiet laugh. "But that's all right. Everybody got where they need to be, safe and sound."

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"You bet, Sunshine," her dad replies, and gets off the bed so he can lift her up into a hug, then brings her to meet her brother.

Once they're all back in the warm bed, and his free arm's around 'Dora again, he kisses Sunny warmly on the cheek.

"Sunny, this is Anthony."

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She studies him seriously.

"He's tiny." It is not so much a criticism as just a statement of fact.

She does not give any sign as to what she thinks of this strange new creature yet.

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"Yup," he whispers, settling his head against hers and yawning, himself.

"How're you feeling?"

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She snorts, somewhat sardonically. "Kind of like I fell off a broom. From thirty metres up. About twenty times in a row."

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And his attention's all on her, for a moment, because wow.

"I have never seen anything so amazing in all my life. I love you."

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Bernard laughs and calls, "Come in, you old bag, and shut the door behind you."

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"Yeah, he is, isn't he?" As if to demonstrate just, exactly, how tiny he is, one of Anthony's feet loosens itself from the blanket and kicks firmly.

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The witch leans her forehead against his, her eyes slipping closed. "Couldn't have done it without you." She leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "And I love you."

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His grin, just then, is for her and only her.

"Nah. I was just comic relief."

He opens his mouth to comment further, but Anthony, sensing that all the attention in the room is not on him, lets out a small shout and wriggles.

"Oh, I see how it is."

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Sunny goes :O! as she stares.

And then attempts to open his mouth to see how many teeth he has.

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Bernard's not really saying much.

He's too busy noticing his son's eyes.

"...Yeah."

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"Oi," Bernard pulls her hand back gently. "Be careful, munchkin. He just got here."

Anthony, on the other hand, is fascinated. Hello, new personthing! He tries to gum at Sunny's fingers before Bernard pulls them back a bit.

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Sunny admires his attempt at gumming. It is a step in the right direction.

"No teef, Ber'd," worriedly. "How Anfony bite bad men?"

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"He'll get them soon enough," 'Dora reassures her. "And don't worry, neither you nor Anthony will hopefully have to worry about biting bad men for a long, long time. If ever."

Anthony's hazy eyes peer up at his sister, not wary in the least.

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