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The back bike seat, you pervert!

If you're up for it?

I think we deserve a night to ourselves.

I do, too. I can't believe how good I've been. I've gotten used to it. You're domesticating me.

[Grins and kisses him passionately before pulling back] Good.

[smiles, a tad bit disorientated after that] Very, very good.

[winks at him] Our room in two hours?

Sure thing. [smiles] Our.. room.

I want to check on the children first before handing them over to Laura for the evening.

Look at you. Turning fatherly on me. What happened to you being nervous around children?

I am nervous, I barely hold them still, but that doesn't mean I can't look down at them.

Hold them. They love you. They need to get to know their father.

I will, I do. For short amounts of time.

You won't break them.

You may think that, I'm not so certain.

Cyril. [reaches for his hand] You're going to be a wonderful father. You've not got to worry about that.

I know, I'm just getting used to this Norton, that's all.

You're doing fine. And I love you.

[smiles] I love you too.

And you're...our children will love us. Both of us. No matter how much we might think of them as fragile.

I know, I'll get more comfortable. I promise.

Just wait till you feed them for the first time.