For threewaystreet: "JoLa! and Bri and another kid!"

"Dad," Briahna whined from the other room. "Kristin won't stop breathing on me."

Lance didn't bother opening his eyes. "Joey?"

Joey's arm tightened around Lance's waist, and he buried his face against Lance's shoulder. They hadn't gotten this exhausted when Kristin had been in diapers, but now Kristin was five and Briahna was nine and they were both older and neither one of them had really gotten enough sleep since Paul had been born six months before. Afternoon naps had gone from a luxury to a necessity at about the same time that sibling rivalry kicked into full force with the girls despite Briahna being Joey's biological daughter and Kristin being Lance's. "Mmmm?" Joey said, more of an exhalation than an acknowledgement.

"Your children are yelling."

"They're not mine," Joey mumbled. "I sold my share in them to the gypsies last week. Got some magic beans for them. Planted them in the backyard. Expecting the beanstalk any day now."

"Think we can send the kids up it first?"

"Planning on it." Joey turned over and pulled the covers up over his head. "Your turn to go solve the domestic crisis. I did last week's."

"Dammit," Lance said, and pulled himself out of bed. Bitch though he might, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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