"No one is getting married," Mo growled as he was pulled into a big old bear hug by Sophie. So he'd done something right, which was good, but all this talk about growing up was really distressing. No Sophie growing up. No Toby growing up. Definitely no he and Cat growing up. They could just sit here and pretend that this was a picture of forever.

But it wasn't. Who would celebrate with Soph when they were gone? Nope. Not thinking about this today.

"Hey, Tobe. Sorry to make you wait, but girls like to primp. Might as well get used to it now." Or their girls liked to primp, at least, and that was enough. He ruffled the younger boy's hair before gesturing toward the chair that Sophie would occupy.

And watch how this is done, mmk? Mo pulled out Cat's chair and gave a little half bow in her direction. And then shivered. Was it getting really chilly, or was he coming down with something? "Are you cold, lovely?"