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Alphaholes

Rue: I’m not sure I can cope with any more interruptions. Seriously, how am I supposed to work around the creche we have going? I can never find my damn PA when I need him, and he always seems to have a baby in his arms!

Silas: We all agreed to be supportive. Or is seeing Monty with Emmy getting you broody, Rue?

Booker: What’s crawled up your ass, Rue? Can’t you cope for an hour a day without Monty to sit on your lap and spoon feed you? Or are you jealous because he’s not sitting on your lap?

Jupiter: Good one Booker! Gotta hand it to you, that was funny.

Rue: Y’all think you're so fucking funny. Jupiter, let's see if you’re laughing when the damn material you need for the fashion show doesn’t hit the designers tables in time. Tick-fucking-tock!

Jupiter: Then I’ll unleash all the high maintenance designers on you, and they’re vicious, let me tell you. They’d give your army buddies a run for their money.

Kodi: Oh goodie, we’re at the threat stage. Picks up the bag of popcorn to watch the show…

Kari: Why do you do that?

Kodi: ‘Cause as Lennon has skipped out to help Monty with Emmy, I need something to entertain me. And it seems you lot are it.

Booker: Tell me, Rue, who took Emmy off for an hour to his bedroom to escape anyone else holding her, forcing me to hunt them down?

Kodi: No way you did that, Rue? I thought you were with me on this. Traitor.

Dad: Kodi, were you not the one singing to Emmy when she couldn’t settle when Booker and Frey were otherwise occupied?

Kodi: Dadddddddddd, did you have to?

Dad: I’m just keeping it real. And Rue, if you’re struggling, then we can talk about it.

Silas worked hard to figure out the logistics for you and the haulers.

And we agreed to the plan together to allow Frey and Booker to work and know that Emmy was close by and being well taken care of, so if that isn’t working for you…

Rue: I’ll cope…

Booker: You’re making it sound like a chore. Emmy is not a chore!

Rue: She isn’t, I’m just frustrated, alright?

Dad: We’ll talk when you get home.

Rue: I’m fine.

Dad: It wasn’t a request.