A/n: this came out of bloody nowhere. Just thought I'd warn you.

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It was evening, the time she usually finished the day's paperwork. Now that they had a porch, it was much easier just to sit in her rocker as the first sun began to set out there than to be stuck in the musty kitchen with the smell of unfinished housework distracting her senses. She even had a special guest tonight; the one and only annoying brother-in-law from down the lane.

"This planet is so bloody hot," Knives mused hoarsely as usual, fanning himself with his paper

"And who's fault is that, hmm?" She eyed him over rim of the typewriter just in time to catch his death glare. The blond was about to retaliate when the sigh of his sibling sounded from the door way.

"I just can't leave you two alone, can I?" her husband asked. He bent down to her to kiss their evening hello, arms wrapping around the back of the chair to embrace her. "Sometimes I think I could have just sent you after him in first place and saved everyone a heap-load of trouble."

Knives straightened his newspaper. "Glad you didn't."

She stuck her tongue out at the both of them.

"So…" Vash started after an half an hour of keys clicking and papers being turned. He sat on the edge of the porch, his long legs kicking up little clouds of dust as he wagged them back and forth idly. He had started wearing his hair down again, which she had to admit, she liked. One of her co-workers had mentioned something about it 'blowing sexily in the wind' or some such rubbish once. She actually didn't quite get the reference.

"So what?" Her typing did not slow down.

"So…I think I want one," the ex-gunman replied vaguely. "What would you think if we got one, Insurance Girl?"

No, he had yet to drop the pet name. She rolled her eyes.

"Use big-boy words, dear, otherwise I don't know what the hell you're referring to."

"One of those," he insisted. Looking up, she found that her husband was pointing at something. She had to squint her eyes a bit, but after a moment of getting used to the haze of the evening, she could make out a few grey blobs in the distance playing soccer or something.

"What, you want something that's behind the kids?"

"No…"

By now she had stopped staring past him and instead straight at the love of her life, mouth slightly agape.

"You can't mean…I mean, you're not seriously…" She almost forgot about the typewriter on her lap as she began to stand up to move inside in an awkward attempt at escape. "You can't-we can't…I mean…Wait, can we?"

He flashed one of his kinky smiles.

"We'll never know if we don't try."

She suddenly felt one of their rare, 'in love' moods fall around them. She half expected him to sweep her into his arms and carry her bridal style into their bedroom…

…but…

"Great," broke in Knives. "Another crime against nature running around. That's all we need."

She then proceededhurl her typewriter at him.

Ugh, mood gone.