"Sure, baby," Lou cut me off, this time making me stiffen. "I think we could go get some milkshakes after. Go and get yourselves strapped in. We're coming."
With an excited squeal, the twins took off, leaving us in the room alone.
"Ya sure?" I asked, running my hand down her spine.
Her head turned on my shoulder, eyes a mix of sad and happy - a combination I hadn't known could exist at the same time.
"I'm sure," she agreed, nodding. "Now stop puppy-dog-eyeing me. I need something fried followed by something else fried followed by something deep fried."
My lips curved up at that.
"What?"
"Nothin'," I said, shaking my head. "Just fuckin' love ya, Lou."
Her eyes went all happy then, a little liquid, soft, a look she had grown not to try to hide over the years.
"Well, Adler... I fucking love you right back."