Kids

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"No kids, huh?"

Morgan grinned sheepishly. "I had to give them some excuse," he argued, and ducked when a pillow suddenly came flying at his face. "You're going to break something, you know. Besides, what did you want me to say? Yeah, actually, I'm married to Garcia and she's pregnant with twins."

The blonde looked insulted and placed a hand over her stomach, which was not yet swollen in the least. "Are you insinuating that I'm fat?"

"Of course not, dear," Morgan soothed, vigilantly inching closer to wrap his arms around his wife. Despite herself, she smiled and leaned her head against his chest. "You know I would never-"

"Don't even start," Garcia interrupted, playfully elbowing his stomach.

Morgan gave her a mock hurt glance. "I'm hurt."

"You're digging yourself into a hole is what you're doing, gorgeous."

"I figured."

A few seconds of silence ticked by, and husband and wife grinned at each other. "You know I love you, right?"

Garcia sighed dramatically. "Well… since you asked…" she teased, and Morgan kissed her lingeringly. "Yes."

Morgan waited patiently, but she was finished. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"I told you!"

"Mhmm."

Garcia tilted her chin up to meet his eyes, her own ones dancing in silent amusement. "I love you."

"That's better- uh oh, I'm in trouble again, aren't I?" Morgan stepped back and dodged another pillow.

"That's right, you are!"

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THE END