"Now, I'm the help," he said, faking annoyance. "I knew you were only marrying me because it was convenient," he add with a huff. "And you can't kick me out or you'd have to deal with all of these kids by yourself. You're not that insane."
He wasn't sure why they were bothering with separate beds anymore. More times than not, they were joint so that they could spend the night together. It wasn't even about sex. In fact, the second time that it had happened, it was right after the battle and there was no sex involved, but comfort and silence.
While Charlie cast the spells, Callum stood behind him and opened his wet jeans, peeling them off before doing the same with the underwear. "You need to do this when you get in or you'll get sick. I don't mind." Considering that he was sprawled in just his underwear, Charlie would know that. "I'll get you dry ones; get in bed."