It's pretty late for them to both be up, but when Sophie decides she's up, she's up and there's not a thing that either of them can do to convince her other wise. She's got Web's fierce blue eyes but maybe she looks a little bit more like Joe in her face, the older she gets
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"Jesus, Lieb, she's never gonna bed down if you feed her cookies now. Even I know that."
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"I think she's magnetized," he says, his face crinkling with effort. "Little monkey's latched on and clinging. Here, you help."
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"Your daddy's fast asleep. Ain't you gonna take pity on your pops?"
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"Still, if you borrow her often enough for me to get laid occasionally, who am I to complain."
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He kisses the top of Sophie's head again.
"Not that I'd swap her for all the tea in China."
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Joe thinks about all the tea in China for a moment, bouncing Sophie gently against him.
"Yeah, I suppose not. What won't I swap her for instead?"
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He grins to himself when Sophie yawns massively.
"All the broads in Paris, maybe. Good times, Skinny."
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Skinny snorts, which turns into a chuckle. "Okay, that might give me pause. Though I think I'd switch it up for Holland. Those Dutch knew a lot more about gratitude than the French ever did. Plus." He grins. "Tall women."
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Joe can't help but look a little bit resigned at that.
"What do you need 'em to be tall for? All the same size once they're on their backs or on their knees, ain't they?"
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"...Oh, yeah, I bet. Hell, you gotta be able to do somethin' right, aintcha."
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Hey, the kid's only an infant. It's not what you're talking about at this point, it's how pleasantly you say it. They don't know the difference.
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