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Jayne loved waking up the kids in the morning. Most of the others complained about having to fight the kids into their morning clothes and getting them to brush their teeth. It wasn’t some sick, twisted pleasure he got from getting them to comply, but rather those cute puppy eyes, the creative, ridiculous complaints, and the bright morning hugs. Those kids were hilarious and also, if they gave Jayne too much trouble, he could just send them to their parents. He had the prime role as the favored uncle on Serenity. Given the choice, he'd have never signed onto a ship with kids, but now, he didn't ever want to leave.
He stopped by Little Zoe's room first. She was the eldest, and if he didn't say hi to her first, there'd be too much chaos to see her at all. He always figured that she'd stay his favorite, but the more he got to know the other kids, the more he realized he was capable of having equally strong, equally powerful, equally loving, but completely unique relationships with all of them.
He knocked softly on Little Zoe's door. She was eleven now, and it didn't feel right just letting himself in. He heard the shuffling inside the room and a few minutes later, Zoe slid the door open, wrapped in a fuzzy pink robe and those bright red slippers that she never took off. She smiled softly at him, then raised on her tiptoes to give him a hug.
"Michael's in here," she said, yawning and twirling one of her braids around her finger. Michael was her three-year-old little brother and he was prone to crawling into bed with anybody willing to cuddle him.
"Is he s
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