It took a bit for Remy to get used to those near misses in the bed, where Rebecca's small limbs would find the most uncomfortable places possible to kick or lean her weight on when she clambered in with her parents.

Now, he misses them.

He misses the warm comfort of Rogue's form snuggled into his, he misses the soft sound of Olivier's breathing from the nursery just off their room, and he even misses Rebecca knocking the wind out of him by landing hard on his chest.

He's counting the days until his return.

Two and a half weeks.

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