Fitz was lying on their bed, daydreaming and waiting on his wives to get back from the mission they were on, when he heard the door open.
Looking over, he saw their smiling faces enter, always a good thing when coming back from a mission in their line of work. As soon as she saw him lying there, Daisy took a running leap at him, landing flat on top of him, squishing him into the bed beneath her.
Only instead of the normal pressure he was used to feeling when one of his wives (usually Daisy) jumped on top of him, this time felt different. It was like he was being pressed very hard from all directions, instead of just the top like normal, and for a second everything went black before turning into the darkness of night.
And he suddenly found himself standing as well, next to Dumbledore of all people, and memories rushed in.
Meanwhile, unaware that he was no longer talking to Harry Potter, Dumbledore looked down at Fitz and asked, "Are you all right? The sensation does take some getting used to."
"Uh, yeah — I'm here, still in one piece," answered Fitz, piecing together that he, and Harry, had just done the apparation thing everyone of age was always talking about, for the very first time. He didn't particularly like it, though he did imagine it must be fairly similar to what his dick must feel every time one of his wives' inner walls clenched around it as they orgasmed, just without the great pleasure that went with that.
But Dumbledore had started walking down the street at a brisk pace, so Fitz redirected his attention off of things that would earn him a sigh or eyeroll from Jemma, and a salacious smirk from Daisy, and onto what Harry was doing with Dumbledore. Which now that he could think over it, Harry didn't actually know what was.
So he looked over at Dumbledore and asked, "If I may, Sir, where are we, and what are we doing here?"
"Ah yes, of course, I haven't told you," answered Dumbledore. "Well, I have lost count of the number of times I have said this in recent years, but we are, once again, one member of staff short. We are here to persuade an old colleague of mine to come out of retirement and return to Hogwarts. And we are here in the charming village of Budleigh Babberton, where he is staying at the moment."
Fitz simply nodded his head, and they walked on in silence up the steep, narrow street, Fitz quickly reviewing everything that Harry had gone through that summer before he'd replaced the boy hero. But eventually Dumbledore pointed to a small, neat stone house and said, "This is the place, Harry, just here."
As they approached the house Dumbledore had motioned to, Fitz could instantly sense that something was wrong. He couldn't specifically see anything at the moment, but years of field work had taught him to trust his gut, and his gut was telling him that something wasn't right. Tightening his grip on his wand, he glanced all around them as he continued following Dumbledore, but everything looked empty. As they approached the front gate, Fitz finally saw what had bothered his gut so.
"Door's broken — watch out," he said quietly but urgently, pointing towards the door with his wand, and also muttering, "Lumos."
A second later, after a surprised look at Fitz for being so observant and on the ball, Dumbledore lit his wand as well, before leading them up the path to the front door. Inside, it looked like a miniature tornado had gone through, or Daisy had had to quake half a dozen enemies all over the room.
Eyes peeled for any hint of motion, Fitz carefully looked around. The weirdest thing of all was that there was no obvious blood, like he would have expected from a fight of this magnitude. There was an odd, dark red, thick, gelatinous substance on three of the walls, but Fitz had had more than enough experience with blood to be able to see that this wasn't blood — or wasn't human blood, at any rate.
Holding his wand-light up to it, he turned back to Dumbledore and asked, "What is this? Because it's not human blood, but I haven't encountered anything in my years in the magical world that it is."
Dumbledore walked over from where he'd been studying an overturned armchair particularly closely, and after looking at it himself, said, "Dragon's blood, if I'm not mistaken."
"So did someone slay a dragon in here and leave with the carcass, or why would someone splatter dragon blood on the wall in what definitely doesn't look to me like any pattern for a magical ritual?"
"Why indeed?" replied Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eyes, before walking back over to the armchair and stabbing it with his wand.
A second later, a short, fat man was sitting there instead — Horace Slughorn.
Once the adults had cleaned everything up with a few waves of their wands, drinks were poured and thanks to one of Slughorn's comments, Fitz learned that Dumbledore had brought Harry there to persuade Slughorn to return to Hogwarts to teach — but at least it was good whisky that Slughorn had poured.
Slughorn and Dumbledore talked on for a while, until Dumbledore excused himself to use the bathroom, and it was just Fitz and Slughorn. Before Slughorn could do anything more than look at him for a second, Fitz asked, "So what subject did you used to teach? Because unless I'm completely wrong, you couldn't have taught Defense for more than one year, in a row at least, and if he's recruiting you now, I'm not sure you could have ever taught it."
"Oh, no! I don't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts! I was the Potions professor for fifty years," boomed Slughorn. "That's what Dumbledore is trying to convince me to come back and teach again."
"Oh! Then please come back! Please, I'm begging you!" exclaimed Fitz. "We've suffered way too long under Snape's abuse. For the safety of all the students at Hogwarts, please come back! On behalf of every non-Slytherin student, and the non-bigoted ones of those, I'm begging you! Please!"
"You do know that I was in Slytherin myself, right?" said Slughorn, clearly taken aback by Fitz's urgent entreatings.
"It doesn't matter — literally anything is better than that child abuser," implored Fitz. "And I have absolutely nothing against Slytherin as a House. Sure, there's several individual Slytherins who have spent five years trying to bully me and my friends, who I'm understandably not overly fond of by this point, but I have nothing against the House itself. Please, come back. The entire castle, with the exception of Snape's pets, will thank you, and you'll be saving an entire generation of students from having to suffer Snape's abuse and complete lack of teaching."
"But taking up a post at Hogwarts just now would be tantamount to declaring my public allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix!" practically whined Slughorn. "And while I'm sure they're very admirable and brave and all the rest of it, I don't personally fancy the mortality rate."
"You're not a Death Eater, or a third party evil who happens to be doing something that's useful to Riddle at the moment, like Umbridge and Fudge were last year, which automatically makes you Riddle's enemy whether you fancy it or not. At least help the good side as Riddle tries to kill you, instead of doing nothing and dying all the same in the end," replied Fitz. "Besides, if it's safety you're concerned about, so far Riddle has only attacked people outside the castle. He's never launched a full assault on Hogwarts because he's knows it's far harder to penetrate and far more protected than individuals' private homes — or muggle homes they're squatting in for a week or two at a time," he finished, giving a pointed once-over around the room they were sitting in.
"I supposed it is true that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has never sought a fight with Dumbledore, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can hardly count me a friend, in which case I might well be safer a little closer to Albus," Slughorn muttered grudgingly, before adding to himself, "And if we all survive this, it wouldn't hurt to make a few new connections amongst the next generation of witches and wizards..."
He let out a long sigh, clearly debating something with himself, before finally looking back over at Fitz and saying, "Alright, fine — I'll take the position."
"Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to us, and the school," Fitz replied earnestly. "And since you're taking it, I need to ask — what grades do you require for NEWTs? Because Snape demanded an O as opposed to most professors' E's, which means a lot of students who got an E but did want to continue on in Potions are going to assume they can't. So if you take E's, maybe get whoever sends out the letters to include a note for the upcoming sixth years that you're teaching and not Snape, and whatever grade you do accept. It'll also help with all the students who got an O but weren't going to continue on to NEWTs specifically because Snape was teaching it."
Slughorn looked at Fitz in surprise for several seconds at this, before nodding his head slightly. But before he could actually say anything, Dumbledore walked back into the room.
Looking up at the headmaster, Slughorn said, "Harry here's convinced me to return. I must be mad, but I'll come out of retirement."
"Wonderful," said Dumbledore, beaming. "Then, Horace, we shall see you on the first of September."
"Yes, I daresay you will," grunted Slughorn.
~FSK~
"Well done, Harry," said Dumbledore as they walked away from the house a few minutes later.
"Anything to replace Snape as Potions professor and save the school from him," replied Fitz. "And no, I will not call him professor, because he is not. I will call him professor the moment he starts acting like one."
Dumbledore clearly wanted to say something to this but wisely refrained, instead simply asking after a second, "Did you like Horace?"
"He seems like nice enough of a person," replied Fitz. "Didn't really talk to him long enough to really get to know him at all. But he isn't Snape, Umbridge, Lockhart, or Trelawney, so that's a good thing."
"Horace likes his comfort. He also likes the company of the famous, the successful, and the powerful. He enjoys the feeling that he influences these people. He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the backseat — more room to spread out, you see. He used to handpick favorites at Hogwarts, sometimes for their ambition or their brains, sometimes for their charm or their talent, and he had an uncanny knack for choosing those who would go on to become outstanding in their various fields. Horace formed a kind of club of his favorites with himself at the center, making introductions, forging useful contacts between members, and always reaping some kind of benefit in return, whether a free box of his favorite crystalized pineapple or the chance to recommend the next junior member of the Goblin Liaison Office.
"I tell you all this, not to turn you against Horace — or, as we must now call him, Professor Slughorn — but to put you on your guard. He will undoubtedly try to collect you, Harry. You would be the jewel of his collection; 'The Boy Who Lived'…or, as they call you these days, 'The Chosen One'."
"And am I supposed to let him collect me or not?" asked Fitz. "Because you brought him out of retirement for a reason, and it's not just for the yearly replacement of the DADA professor, because he's not Defense at all, he's Potions."
"Let's just say it could turn out to be beneficial if he liked you," answered Dumbledore cryptically, before stopping them to apparate away.
One still unpleasant apparation later, and Fitz saw that they were now at The Burrow, where at least Daisy as Ronna, and hopefully Simmons as Hermione, would be waiting for him. But before he could go see his wives, Dumbledore pulled him into the Weasleys' stone broom shed to talk to him for a moment longer.
"I hope you will forgive me for mentioning it, Harry, but I am pleased and a little proud at how well you seem to be coping after everything that happened at the Ministry. Permit me to say that I think Sirius would have been proud of —"
"Sirius is dead, and the Ministry was a clusterfuck that hurt a lot more people than just me, that never should have happened in the first place — but nothing will change any of that. And dwelling on it certainly won't make Riddle stop trying to kill everyone," interrupted Fitz. "And I don't mean to sound callous, but what is, is, and talking won't change it — so I'd rather not."
"Oh — okay…" said Dumbledore, clearly taken aback, before continuing slowly, "then if I may bring up a partially related subject, I gather that you have been taking the Daily Prophet over the last two weeks?"
A quick scan of Harry's memories showed that he had, so Fitz nodded.
"Then you will have seen that there have been not so much leaks as floods concerning your adventure in the Hall of Prophecy?"
"Yes, Sir — it's amazingly about the most accurate they've been about anything in the five years I've been in the wizarding world," replied Fitz.
"True as that may be, remember Harry that they don't actually know for a fact anything that they're writing," replied Dumbledore. "What I want to say is, remember that there are only two people in the whole world who actually know the full contents of the prophecy made about you and Lord Voldemort, and they are both standing in this smelly, spidery broom shed. Now, I think I am correct in saying that you have not told anybody that you know what the prophecy said?"
"Actually, Hermione and Ronna both know the prophecy — but that's it," Fitz replied. They did both know from reading the fifth book, even if he hadn't 'told' them. "So there's actually four people in the world who know the full contents of the prophecy." And thank heavens the prettier, boobier two aren't having to stand in this shed right now.
"Oh!" Dumbledore said in surprise. "Well, I was going to suggest you tell them, but I see you already have. Very good. On a different, though related, note, it is my wish that you take private lessons with me this year."
"Oh — okay," replied Fitz, surprised to say the least. "What are you going to be teaching me, Sir, if I may ask?"
"Yes, I think it is time that I took a greater hand in your education," answered Dumbledore. "And we will be studying a little of this, a little of that."
Knowing an evasive answer when he heard one, hearing them every time Daisy did anything she knew FitzSimmons or Coulson wouldn't approve of, Fitz didn't press any further, knowing he'd find out when he found out, and apparently the same with when these mysterious lessons were going to be, as Dumbledore hadn't said that either. But it didn't matter for the moment, as school was still nearly two months away.
After a few seconds of silence, Fitz just looking at Dumbledore waiting for him to say something more or else lead them to The Burrow, Dumbledore said, "Now, there are two more things I wish to say, Harry, before we part. Firstly, I wish you to keep your Invisibility Cloak with you at all times from this moment onward. Even within Hogwarts itself. Just in case, you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And lastly, while you stay here, The Burrow has been given the highest security the Ministry of Magic can provide. These measures have caused a certain amount of inconvenience to Arthur and Molly — all their post, for instance, is being searched at the Ministry before being sent on. They do not mind in the slightest, for their only concern is your safety. However, it would be poor repayment if you risked your neck while staying with them."
Fitz wanted to sarcastically ask, 'And we suddenly trust the Ministry after last year?', and also say that they didn't want the Weasleys to be put at any inconvenience for their sake, that they could take care of their own safety better than all but the most skilled wizards, who the Weasleys had never shown to be, but he knew it was pointless, so he didn't. He also had his doubts as to whether they would be able to stay on the Weasleys' property for almost two straight months without having to take some day trips to avoid going insane, but he knew better than to say this, either. So instead, all he said was, "I understand" — because he did understand very well, even if they weren't going to actually obey.
"Very well, then," said Dumbledore, pushing open the broom shed door and stepping out into the yard. "I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are."
On the second floor of The Burrow, Daisy was sitting in Simmons' lap, both of them staring out the window at the dark yard.
They knew Mrs Weasley had told Ronna and Hermione that Harry would be coming in the morning, but since they had been placed into the story tonight, which meant Fitz had as well, they figured it more likely that Fitz would be arriving sometime during the night. They had agreed that if it reached 02:00 that they would start taking turns, one sleeping and the other keeping watch, but it was only 01:00 at the moment, so they were both still awake and watching, talking softly about nothing in particular, so as not to awake Ginevra or let Mrs Weasley in the kitchen know that they were still awake.
And now they saw a tall figure in an even taller pointed wizards hat, and another figure Fitz's height crossing the yard towards the house. They scrambled up, before very quietly hurrying down the stairs to meet their husband at the door. Looking out the window to make sure it really was Fitz and Dumbledore, and to see when they'd got close enough that they could open the door, Daisy flung the door wide open and she and Simmons dashed out, flinging their arms around Fitz and shouting, "Harry, Harry!"
The sudden noise of course brought Mrs Weasley waddling as fast as she could, shouting, "What is going on?! Who's there? Declare yourself!"
As she arrived at the door and looked out upon the scene of Dumbledore standing tall next to FitzSkimmons' tangled in a three-way hug, the headmaster said calmly like nothing unusual in the least was going on, "It is I, Dumbledore, bringing Harry."
"Harry, dear! Gracious, Albus, you gave me a fright, you said not to expect you before morning!" exclaimed Mrs Weasley, before turning to the mess of limbs and scolding, "And Ronna, Hermione, what are you two doing out of bed and opening the door without making sure of who it is first?!"
FitzSkimmons ignored her, each of them subconsciously having thought of a thousand ways to get around the 'security measures' their characters' minds had supplied them with that the wizarding world had started implementing since finally acknowledging that Riddle was back.
"We were lucky," said Dumbledore, ushering everyone inside and into the kitchen. "Slughorn proved much more persuadable than I had expected. Harry's doing, of course. Ah, hello, Nymphadora!"
Sitting at the kitchen table was Tonks, looking far less sprightly than when they'd seen her the previous year. FitzSkimmons looked at each other in concern, wracking their brains as to what they knew that might be the problem.
"Hello, Professor. Wotcher, Harry. Ronna, Hermione," she said dully.
"Hi, Tonks!" replied FitzSkimmons cheerfully, hoping to liven the girl up a little, though it didn't work.
Instead, she stood up quickly and muttered, "I'd better be off. Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Molly."
"Please don't leave on my account," Dumbledore said courteously, "I cannot stay, I have urgent matters to discuss with Rufus Scrimgeour."
"No, no, I need to get going," Tonks replied hurriedly, continuing towards the door.
"Dear, why not come to dinner at the weekend, Remus and Mad-Eye are coming," said Mrs Weasley as Tonks opened the door.
But Tonks simply replied, "No, really, Molly...thanks anyway...Goodnight, everyone," as she continued out.
But before she could close the door behind her, Daisy caught the door with her hand, and FitzSkimmons followed her out.
As soon as Simmons had closed the door behind them, Fitz said, "Tonks, hey! Can we talk to you real quick before you leave? Please?"
Tonks stopped, and turned around to look at them, almost as if she hadn't even noticed that they'd followed her outside until Fitz spoke. As she didn't say anything for a second but just stood there looking at him, Fitz assumed he had permission to speak.
"What's going on? You're clearly upset about something."
Tonks just looked listlessly at them for several seconds, before finally saying quietly, "I'm in love with Lupin, but he insists that because he's a werewolf he's too dangerous, and that he's too old and poor for me — that I deserve someone 'young and whole'," before crying out, "But I don't want someone young and whole! I want him!"
"Hey, hey, hey," Fitz said soothingly, stepping up to her and hugging her to him. After a few seconds of just hugging her, he continued on, "It's more than okay that you're in love with Lupin. Don't tell anyone this, though they wouldn't believe you anyway, but Hermione and Ronna and I are all secretly married to each other, and are going to act like we're dating from the very beginning this year. And believe us, we've nothing against relationships with a little age difference" — he cut his eyes over at Daisy and gave her a pointed look, Daisy rolling her eyes at him, knowing better than to have thought that FitzSimmons had given up on trying to set her up with Coulson — "so don't be afraid to be different, or want something everyone else tells you can't possibly work. Follow your heart."
"And feel free to come talk to us any time you want," added Simmons, lightly rubbing Tonks' back from where she'd walked up beside them. "I'm not sure how much we can actually help you, but we're happy to listen if you just need someone to complain to about Lupin — girl talk, and all that."
"And we'll try to talk some sense into Lupin if we see him," finished Daisy. "We think it's wonderful that you've found someone you love in these hard times, and we really hope you two can work it out. And we'll do anything we can to help you, to give you a shot with him to see if it's right."
Tonks had buried her face into Fitz's shoulder soon after he'd started hugging her, and so it was a very muffled, and also watery from the silent tears that had leaked out of the corners of her eyes "Thank you," that she gave them. But after several more seconds, she finally pulled back and gave them a still small, but real smile, and asked, "You're really married?"
Simmons nodded. "Don't ask for the explanation or when it happened, it's not a story we're inclined to tell, but it is true. And we're going to be living in the married dorms at Hogwarts, though none of the staff know that, not that I think they'll even notice we aren't in Gryffindor Tower like we're supposed to be. But it does mean we know something about both love and unusual relationships, as trios are as unusual in the muggle world as they are here in the wizarding world, and if anyone knew they would probably not be happy about it."
"Yeah, I can imagine," replied Tonks with another smile. "And I promise I won't tell anyone — your secret's safe with me. Also, thanks for the offer to talk. I'll probably take you up on it sometime, though not tonight as the adults are going to start going ballistic if you three aren't back inside and in bed post-haste."
"Any chance you can change your mind on that dinner next weekend that mom mentioned?" asked Daisy. "We'd like to see you again, and we'd be happy to play matchmaker for you, since she mentioned that Lupin was going to be there."
"I'll think about it," replied Tonks. "But I do need to go, and you three need to get back inside, so for now, goodbye."
"Bye," replied FitzSkimmons, watching as Tonks twisted on the spot and apparated away, before returning inside.
Just a few minutes later Dumbledore left as well, and Mrs Weasley asked Fitz if he was hungry.
He was hungry, the Dursleys were still starving Harry as best they could, but hunger was nothing new as a field agent, and he really just wanted to get alone with his wives. Anyway, it would be time for breakfast in five or six hours, he could survive just fine until then.
So he answered politely, "No thanks, I'm fine. I just want to get to bed."
"Are you sure? You look—"
"He said no, woman!" snapped Simmons, less inclined to be polite when she hadn't seen her husband in a week due to being away on a mission in their world, and less than happy that the woman couldn't seem to ever accept no as an answer, especially in the books where she normally lived. "Didn't you hear him?!"
Mrs Weasley looked very taken aback for a second, before turning angry, but Simmons and Daisy had already linked their hands with Fitz's and pulled him out of the room and up the stairs, so they never saw it.
Leading Fitz up to the second floor and into the twins' room, Simmons said, "Since the twins are gone, she's putting you in their room. We'll have to magic one of their beds to fit all three of us, and Daisy and I will have to sleep naked so we'll have these clothes to put back on in the morning since Hermione and Ronna were in Ronna and Ginevra's room, and Ginevra won't be awake as early as we will be to go get new clothes when we wake up — not that I exactly expect you'll mind," she finished with a smirk at her husband.
But they had barely finished expanding a bed to a cozy, but not cramped size when the door burst open.
Or rather, Mrs Weasley's full bulk slammed hard into the door because it hadn't just effortlessly swung open like she'd expected it to, Simmons having thrown up locking charms the moment they'd entered the room, to keep out uninvited guests like this.
Not giving Mrs Weasley time to start knocking or shouting and wake up the rest of the house, Fitz called out, "The girls told me this was to be my room. I'm all good."
Mrs Weasley huffed in annoyance, but a few moments later they heard her going back down the stairs, leaving them alone. Simmons threw up a silencing charm on the door to make sure no one could hear them talking, before they all stripped off their clothes and climbed into bed, cuddling close to talk before they went to sleep for four or five hours until morning arrived.
"So first things first from our side, Fleur's here, and engaged to Bill, with the wedding planned for next summer," began Simmons. "Mrs Weasley and Ginevra can't stand her for some reason, probably jealous of Fleur's beauty and maybe her wizarding skill as well, what with her being a TriWizard champion and all, while Mrs Weasley can't even handle a boggart in the books. Other than looks, not sure what Ginevra's problem is."
"Good for her — and Bill," replied Fitz.
"And the twins are booming in Diagon Alley, as we all knew they would," added Daisy. "And they live above their store, so you — and by you, of course I mean we — get their room while you're here."
"You mentioned they were gone, when you brought us in here — that makes sense," replied Fitz. "And good for them, as well. They were born to run a joke shop."
"And honestly, I think that's about it on our end — so how about you?" asked Simmons. "Dumbledore said something about someone named Slughorn being more persuadable than he'd expected, but all Mrs Weasley had told Hermione and Ronna was that Harry was doing something with Dumbledore before coming here."
"He took me to convince Professor Slughorn to come out of retirement and take back over as Potions professor," answered Fitz. "Which means we're finally rid of Snape."
"Or does this mean Dumbledore finally gave him DADA?" said Daisy. "Because it's highly unlikely Dumbledore is actually getting rid of Snape like he should, and like always, we need a new professor."
"Oh — I didn't think about that," sighed Fitz. "Yeah, that would make sense — especially after he wouldn't even let Trelawney leave the castle last year, although she at least has made two prophecies, one of which came true, and the other of which both Riddle and Dumbledore have hedged all their bets on so much that the truth of which has kind of become completely irrelevant by this point. But Snape has always been his favorite, probably even more than Harry, so it is unlikely that he's really gone. But even so, I still feel like just having him in a different subject than Potions will have to be better, and it's not like half of our DADA professors so far haven't been evil as well.
"But on a more positive, and definitely interesting note, we're getting private lessons from Dumbledore this year," continued Fitz. "Well, he thinks it's just me, but he'll learn soon enough. Didn't answer what they'd be about when I asked, though he was going to tell me to tell you two about the prophecy before I said you already knew, so I imagine it has something to do with Riddle."
"Maybe we'll finally get some real answers now about what the hell's really going on between Riddle and Harry," replied Simmons. "But more lessons will be fun."
"Of course you'd say that," teased Daisy with an eyeroll, reaching across Fitz to slap their wife.
So before either of them decided to try wrestling the other physically through him, Fitz quickly said, "Oh yeah, and Kreacher's mine now as well, and I can call him any time I want. Maybe the three of us can finally treat him right and bring some measure of sanity back to his life after the turmoil the Order threw it into last year. He's currently working at Hogwarts, but I can tell him to do whatever I want."
"Oh! I forgot about that! Which means Grimmauld Place is yours as well now, right?" said Simmons. "You know, maybe we could have him clean Grimmauld Place the way he wants it cleaned. It still wasn't exactly the nicest place at Christmas in the books last year, and all the cleaning was what Mrs Weasley wanted, not how Kreacher would have cleaned it. And we know Sirius's mum's portrait wasn't actually telling him to clean it before then."
Fitz thought back for a second over Harry's discussion with Dumbledore earlier that evening about Grimmauld Place and Kreacher. "That should work. And if we let him be in control of it instead of someone telling him every little thing to do, it could help him return to his natural state of being a house elf. I'll give him a call in the morning, and we can give him his new assignment — and also make him have to obey you two. But I think that's about it for me, and I was tired before you two got back from your mission, if neither of you have anything more."
"Nope," answered both of his girls, shaking their heads.
"Then bedtime it is," said Fitz, before kissing both of his wives goodnight and settling down in between them to go to sleep.