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A week later, while Lance was logging in some paperwork at the office, Bobbi called his phone. Lance picked up. She was supposed to be working today. A case with Feds this time. Something about a double homicide, but that was all she would say. He figured he'd hear all about it over dinner a few weeks from then when the case was closed.

"Yeah, love?" Lance asked as he typed something on the keyboard.

"What about adoption?" Bobbi asked instantly.

Since the decision to not have children, he and Bobbi had been discussing the possibility of using a surrogate instead. Adoption hadn't come up because… Well, Lance wasn't sure why adoption hadn't come up. He blinked at the sudden question. It was random and pretty unexpected, considering what they were both supposed to be doing. "Uhm… Adoption. Sure. I wouldn't mind doing that. My cousin was adopted," he informed her.

Bobbi hadn't known that actually. "Huh… That's pretty cool. Did your aunts and uncles love him any less because he was adopted?"

"Nah. They hated me though. Thought I was a little arsehole," Lance chuckled at the memories of his aunts and uncles calling him that when they thought he wasn't listening.

Bobbi chuckled a bit, "And look at how great you turned out… Okay, I have to go, babe. I'll see you at dinner tonight. Think some more about the adoption thing," she said quietly.

Lance nodded and replied, "I will. I love you. Don't die out there."

"You either," she said and hung up.

And Lance did think about it. For the rest of the day, it was the only thing on his mind. Adopting seemed like a great idea. There were thousands of children out there who needed families and he and Bobbi were in the position to provide a family, love and money, so he didn't see why not. He had some spare time at work, so Lance began doing some research on adoption and reading up on some adoption blogs. Apparently, sometimes it was very easy to adopt children and other times pretty difficult, it always depended on the case. Lance had a few contacts though, if they chose to adopt, he was sure he could make a call or two to make the process go a bit easier for Bobbi's sake. And the sake of the child, of course.

On his way home, Lance stopped for takeaway from a Chinese restaurant a few minutes away from the house. As he walked into the house, Bobbi took hold of the bag of food, kissed him hello and sauntered off into the kitchen. Lance blinked a bit and removed his shoes at the door and his jacket. "How was your day, love?" Lance called to Bobbi while hanging up his jacket.

He followed her to the kitchen. Bobbi grinned over at him, her face lighting up more than it had in months. Lance raised a brow, "What?"

"We'll talk about my day in a sec. How was your day?" she asked, an unusually cheery tone in her voice.

Lance was so baffled. He knew something was up, and he wanted to know what it was, so he gave her a very quick run-through of his day. He was wondering if Bobbi had eaten Jemma Simmons or something and that's why she was so cheery, but he figured that was extremely implausible. His wife wouldn't eat Jemma Simmons. Besides, she wasn't a cannibal. Cannibalism was technically illegal, anyway, and he wasn't sure if- Before that thought train could run any further away, Lance turned his attention back to his wife and replied, "Rather boring. Data entry today, the usual bollocks. What's got you so happy?" he smiled a bit. Not that he minded seeing her so happy.

Bobbi seemed to sober a bit at his question as she prepared them two plates of food. "Well, I'm working this case… Double-homicide. It's a… Let's just say it's not the first case that's come about like this in the last three weeks, that's why I'm working with the Feds on this one."

"Got it. I thought you couldn't talk about ongoing cases?" Lance asked, raising a brow.

"This time we got an exception, for personal reasons. Now listen," she said firmly.

Lance nodded and stayed quiet though he had many questions.

"Anyway, so the case I'm working, it's this rich couple, and they had-"

"Why'd you suddenly call about adoption earlier today all of a sudden?" Lance couldn't help that question, he really couldn't.

"Lance," Bobbi nearly whined; nearly.

Lance closed his mouth again, "Sorry," he muttered and took the plate she offered him and began eating when she sat down beside him at the breakfast nook.

"So, the couple was really rich, they have no family, and they were bit on the older side. They have three children though. Triplets, and they're three years old. And I think we should adopt them. We'd actually have a very good chance of making the adoption stick since the children have nobody and the foster care system really can't take any more children," Bobbi explained.

Lance took that time to choke on his broccoli. "What? Rewind, ya want us to do, what, Bob?" he asked while coughing his lung out.

"I really think we should adopt these kids," she repeated before taking a bite from her noodles.

Lance coughed once more before regaining the ability to breathe, "I… Bobbi, we can't possibly adopt triplets. I'm not tryin' to be funny, but I've only got two arms, love. I can have one kid in one, and one in the other, but the third is going to have to be on some leash or something…"

Bobbi couldn't help the loud laugh that came out of her. That was what her husband was worried about in terms of adopting triplets. Goodness she loved the man she had married. Bobbi took a sip from her beer and replied to Lance, "Well, that's why you'll have me. It's not like you'll be adopting them alone, Lance," a soft chuckle left her lips again. "Just wait until you meet them before you pass judgment, babe."

"Meet them? You want me to meet them?"

"How else are we supposed to adopt them if you don't meet them?" Bobbi raised a brow at him, "We have an appointment for tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon."

"I'm ill-equipped for this, Bobbi. How can I prepare to be a father to three babies when I've only got underwear with cartoon characters on them?" He finished his dinner and wiped his mouth, looking pointedly at Bobbi.

"I don't think they judge your parenting skills based on what underwear you have, Lance."

"But what if they do? I'm wearing Homer Simpson boxers. He's a terrible parent!"

Bobbi laughed again and then said, "I promise that you'll be okay. So tomorrow, at 3, they're coming here to the house with their social worker, okay? Can you be ready by then?"

"Might come as a surprise to you, Bob, but you do know I am an adult, correct?"

Bobbi simply kissed his cheek in response as her hand snuck into his back pocket and she pulled out the Pez dispenser of Mickey Mouse and she grinned at Lance, "What was that about adult?" she showed it to him.

Lance narrowed his eyes at her and took back the dispenser, grumbling at her.