“If we paint him green, wrap him and garland and call him our Christmas tree, we definitely need to get pictures of that,” Zach had a hard time not going along with things that Maddie suggested when it came to Dillon. Especially lately when he was trying his damnedest to make up for being the world’s worst brother there for awhile. “We might injury his twenty year old pride if we post them around, though.” And he might entirely stop talking to them.
Charlie as a mom was still kind of a weird thought. But Zach figured they were living in a zombie apocalypse, so they had all endured stranger things. Plus, he knew his younger sister had always wanted children, so now she was getting that chance. Even if being an uncle was something he'd have to adjust to.
Zach smirked. “Nah, Mads, you’re the princess at best,” he paused for a moment as he turned his attention on Charlie. “And you’re the one that’s delusional, dear sister, if you think you’re going to beat me.” He would never admit to it, but if he made Maddie or Charlie happy he would happily let them win. But he couldn’t let them know he was doing it on purpose, hence the boasting.
“Mads, I think he’s called a kid,” Zach pointed out with a smirk, glancing up to look at his sister. He quirked an eyebrow and stood back up at Charlie’s remark. “You mean you had plans to find Maddie a cage and you never told me that?”