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Well, I'm bored. So, here's the sequel.

Chapter 1 – Sinister Dining

"Stop."

"Non."

Essex sighed. "You can either put that in the soup, or you can keep your right arm."

Remy smirked and began to sprinkle cayenne pepper into a boiling pot on the stove of Essex's lab. "Y'gonna t'ank Remy when y'taste dis." He held out his right arm after he stirred the pot. "What? Was dat yet anot'er empty threat?"

"Only because of Liz, Remy." Sinister crinkled his nose as the spicy aroma wafted through the air. "Why are you not at the mansion?"

Remy shrugged. "Lizzy wanted t'come and have dinner wit her pere tonight. Remy don' know why. He wouldn't be caught dead here."

"Only in my sweetest dreams, Remy." Sinister said, setting the table. "If Liz wanted to come here, what is your excuse? You do not need to come. I can send you home, if you would prefer. I know I prefer it."

Remy stirred the pot again. "Non. Remy t'inks he like to spend time wit Mrs. Lizzy Lebeau." He chuckled at Sinister's expression – total disgust; he knew it well. Every time he said "Lizzy Lebeau" Sinister looked like he was about to puke.

"Shut up." Sinister said. "Where is my daughter?"

Remy shrugged. "Maybe da lab?"

The two men walked through the lab for a few minutes before they found Liz, who was standing, jaw dropped, looking at a piece of paper. She didn't see them, and suddenly exclaimed "PREGNANT?" She wadded the paper up and threw it in the trash, still unaware she was being watched.

Sinister had subconsciously wrapped his fingers around Remy's throat and was shaking him violently when he tripped backwards over a trashcan and both men toppled to the ground. Remy landed on top of Sinister and gasped for air.

Liz heard the commotion and ran over to them, shocked by the sight. Remy was breathing heavily, laid on top of her father. "I told you guys to I'd prefer if you were closer and get along, but uh…that's a little too close?" She grabbed Remy by the arm and pulled him up quickly and then yanked Sinister up. "I'm really hungry, where's dinner?"

"You should not do things like that in your condition." Sinister said, almost instinctively.

"What condition?" She stared blankly at them and them burst of laughing.

"Remy don' t'ink dis is funny." Remy said, looking stressed and nearly hyperventilating.

Liz walked over to the trashcan and pulled the paper out, uncrumbling it and showing it to the men. "Snowball is pregnant, you morons." She kept laughing at them as a wave of relief seemed to calm the two men. "I'm guessing Dad let her outside and she met an inferior wild mate."

"That happens a lot around here." Sinister said, as Liz hugged him. He wrapped an arm around her. "I let you out, and you bring home this!" He gestured to Remy, who pouted and pulled Liz right out of Essex's arms and into his.

Liz pulled away from both of them. "You guys are such a trip." She laughed and did a cartwheel through the middle of the lab, then picked up Snowball and held her up. "Congrats, Snowball, and thanks for the laugh. Daddy and Remy are stupid, eh?" The rabbit wiggled it's nose as they disappeared toward the kitchen.

Sinister and Remy both smiled and laughed as she left, then caught one another and scowled. "Did I mention that I hate you?"

Remy smiled. "Non, afta nearly chokin' Remy t'deat', he got da point, Dad." He got quiet as they stood in the half-lit lab.

They walked into the kitchen to find Liz sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, eating apple slices off a plate, then holding one out to the rabbit. "When I was responsible for her, I even had her eating at the table like a real girl!" He pulled his daughter up. "Although, I prefer her sitting on the floor to her being pregnant with your child any day."

Remy stuck his tongue out at Sinister when Liz turned around to wash her hands. "Get out. Now." Sinister said.

"Daddy!" She exclaimed.

"He…stuck his tongue out at me!" Sinister said in defense.

"You're 150 years old, I don't think it's too much to ask you to act like you're older than five." She said, placing the bowls on the table. Getting ready to sit, Essex and Remy each pulled a chair out at the small table, prompting her to sit at the third chair and cross her arms.

The three sat down and attempted to share normal dinner conversation. "So, Daddy, I was thinking we'd set up our own little place in my corner, then just tesseract over at night. The mansion is nice, but we'd like a little more space to ourselves."

"That means you would spend more time here?" Essex said. "That is acceptable. We would need to install some sort of device to allow Remy to utilize tesseracts between the mansion and here." Essex gave Remy an evil smile.

"Remy don' trust you t'install anyt'ing in him." Remy said. "He get his wife t'do dat. Y'know, dat girl y'raised dat Remy sleeps wit."

"Why is it that Remy needs to be with you at night? You slept fine for 25 years without him!" Essex said.

"Not da sleep she needs moi for, mon ami." Remy said, wiggling his eyebrows and glancing down, hinting to Sinister as he slipped a hand under the table and made Liz giggle.

"Yes, well, I assumed she was not with you for the intellectual challenge." Sinister replied, ignoring whatever was going on under the table. He picked up his bowl, along with Liz's, and placed them in the sink. "It is getting late, Princess, I am going to retire." He kissed Liz on the cheek. "Goodnight."

"Remy guarantees it! Great night!" Remy whooped and smirked at his father-in-law. "Where's Remy's goodnight kiss, Dad?"

Essex turned to Remy. "I hate you so much, Remy."

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Next Chapter: Sinister takes Remy's side in their first married fight!