MCA #0, Sunday Night (post-churchy stuff)

[needsaparrot]

So, Xander is sitting in his living room with a laptop in that most surprising of places, his lap, and a long familiar Dear Willow typed on the screen in front of him. Of course, that's as far as he's got.

Because really - Dear Willow: So remember that relationship I used to have that was only slightly illegal? Well, you can cross off both the 'used to' and the 'slightly' now. Then on Sunday, our kids from the future (including my son with Parker and no, that never happened kthx) showed up. And one of them was actually ours. Mine and Bridge's. Really, seriously ours. And I'm completely in love with her. According to her (see attached), it involved a jar. I'm hoping that was five year old for 'Petri dish.' And then they left. And I miss them liek whoa. And now he wants me to meet his parents and he thinks they won't have any problem with the fact that their seventeen year old son is dating a twenty-six year old man. Also, I think I invented a new tv show. Love, Xander.

Yeeeah. He could just pre-write the reply. Dear Xander: Again with the frog-licking? Love, Willow.

So. Laptop. Lap.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good," Bridge says, mollified. "Go team Jeremiah."

[needsaparrot]

"How about go team sleep?" Xander suggests.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sleep could be a thing," Bridge says with a nod. And indeed, as soon as he's crawled under the covers and latched on to the *other* person under the covers, he drifts off to sleep.