"For a minute," he answered. He had just done some marathon feeding, and their babies were wiggleworms. Thus, why he was not wearing a shirt. It smelled like formula and was tossed in the laundry room. Normally, this wouldn't have been all that tiring, but he had gone back to camp and trained with Makoto. She had pushed hard.

He oohed softly at the view up Alison's skirt. He might have seen it before, but he still liked it. Though he thought about unsprawling to show appreciation. He decided against it.

"Yes. Yes, we did. Aiden got a little crabby without nice boobs to rest his head against while he got a bottle. Hana thinks Daddy changes diapers funny. And nobody hugged me when I got home from camp."