She let him kiss her cheek, absently rubbing it off out of rote, nose crinkled as she watched him with the baby, and almost laughing as the baby sneezed, then remembering herself.
"I don't want dinner. Not from you. Just fix all this. And... do the dad thing. Or whatever. Be miserable."
Her legs curled up under her as she slumped languidly, head resting on the arm of the sofa. Secretly, she just liked having him here, but she wasn't going to admit it. Not when he was going to be so irritating.