"How can I forget?" he teases, kissing Aramis lazily and with all the energy left that he can bear, tangling his foot over Aramis as he starts to idly rub his thumb over Aramis' palm, not wanting to do it on Lucie's forehead though he yearns to, but only because he's not sure if he'll wake her, if he does. "We should reupholster, before she gets older," he notes, thinking of all those things and an older daughter, now sitting on it.

With a wrinkle of his nose, he thinks that yeah, they definitely need some redecorating.