Tooth-rotting fluff about a lawyer and his husband finger painting with their kids, what more can I say?
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Law hummed contently as he took a sip of coffee from his mug- an orange one, the same color as the outfits his husband always wore. Daily. Orange shirts, pants, he'd even taken to buying the most radioactive orange sneakers he could find whenever he outgrew his current ones. He glanced down at the watch around his wrist, taking note of the fact that it was only around 6:30. That gave him half an hour before the three little musketeers woke up and rushed downstairs for breakfast.
When he flipped the light switch to the dining room, he certainly wasn't expecting to find Soap, sitting at the table, two fingers dipped in a little container of orange paint, messily smearing it in vague shapes on a sheet of construction paper. Soap glanced up at him, gave a grin that reminded him of a child showing their parent that they'd just lost a tooth, and went back to his masterpiece.
Soon enough, Law was seated next to him, with his own container of dark blue paint, making precise circles on the paper.
When the three kids came downstairs to find their dads cuddling and staring at the dozens of drawings they'd done, all three of them insisted on joining, and soon, there were about ten more papers filled with rainbow dots stuck up on their fridge with little heart-shaped magnets. And Law hummed contently.
