Chase relaxed into the hold, his arms going around Kiley's shoulders as he tilted his head to press his nose into her hair once the kiss was done. His eyes traced around the kitchen, as if willing it to go away so they could go back to the hell that was more familiar to them. The return of the underwear topic pulled a snort out of him and he nodded. "Yeah. I mean, hopefully. I think babies kind of do what they want."
He squeezed her before pulling away with a disgruntled sigh. "Alright, I'll....come back around lunch. You don't have to have food by then or anything, but I've got to have a break or something." Provided Marco didn't fuck everything up. Or, hell, if he didn't. He didn't even entierly know what his job entailed. "Message me."