Part two for the night! part one is here:
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[x] I guess we'll make that official as soon as we can, yeah.
You nod. “Yeah. I guess- “ You pause for a second, considering what you're saying. You're not that much older than these girls, only eleven or twelve years- more a big brother than anything, and you're hardly qualified as father material. You're a fighter pilot, and while you've been trained to stay alive, to keep your witches alive, you know, deep down, you'll probably buy it somewhere up there. Because you're a fighter pilot, and death is your trade.
Course, you think, you've beaten death a couple of times. You've got a few lives left.
“I guess we'll make that official as soon as we can.” You finish. “You don't have to call me dad or father or anything like that, though.” You add in a hurry- you're not old enough for that shit!
Brigitte clears her throat, but you sit for a second longer before standing up, scooping Stasya up off her sister's bed and depositing on her own. “Now, you two behave, and I'll see you tomorrow, ok?” She nods, sniffling once and wiping her eyes, but smiling.
It's not the first time you've seen them smile, but it's the most genuine one you've seen on either of them. You look back at Lilya, who wipes her eyes. “Ok, good.”
You step out of the room and let the door close behind you. “Baron, dis be Lieutenant senior grade Baker, wid de seals. He be with the security teams dere at china lake, and be sent to fetch ya. I don tol him de changes in de plan, he be ok wid dem.”
He nods. “Nice to meet you sir, but if you don't mind, we're on a schedule.” He says, looking at his watch. “And we're kinda behind.”
You nod. “Got it, Lieutenant. Brigitte, keep a good eye on my girls, ok?”
She grins. “Maman be watchin dem like dey were her own.”
“I suppose I can't ask for more than that.” You say.
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