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Prettier

Mass finds New York, with four of their children.

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Massachusetts couldn’t find New York.

Now, normally that wouldn’t be an issue– New York is a busy man and often leaves for days at a time for work-related reasons.

Thing is, he had explicitly told the humans not to bother him that week.

But Mass still couldn’t find him anywhere.

He hears muttering from one of the bedrooms, a room they don’t usually check without permission– New York City, Nicki’s room.

He nudges the door open, carefully, but stops. He holds back a snort.

Nicki, Grayson -Boston-, and Cooper -Newark-, he can spot New York asleep on the chair behind them, and covers his mouth.

Little Robin, barely the size of the average 10-year-old, an older make-up kit that used to belong to Trenton next to her, sits in New York's lap as the cities mutter to her with large grins. All three of them are crouched around the chair New York and Robin sit in.

“He’s gonna love it, Dollie.” Nicki grins, crooked and full of teeth.

“Yer makin’ him pretty for the first time in his life.” Grayson snarks.

Cooper just hands her the brushes and paints as she reaches for them, her little face scrunched in concentration.

Mass crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway as she huffs.

“Poppa is already pretty, Grayson!” she says, almost offended– Mass has to hold back another snort, “I’m makin’ him prettier!”

“Poppa’s pretty enough,” his amused voice makes all four heads turn, New York still completely passed out– but Mass can see their fingers twitching.

Robin perks up.

“Daddy!” she says happily, “Look! We made Poppa prettier!”

“I can see that.” he snickers, finally stepping into the room completely. “Though, I think ya did most of the work, Birdie.”

He sees New York’s eyes blink open slightly, watches him study the room for a moment before his arms come up around their daughter.

She squeaks, “Poppa!” as he sits up completely. She’s still grinning, “Poppa, we made ya prettier!”

New York blinks sluggishly, not at all aware as he tries to wake up, “Thank ya, Ro, I look great.”

“Ya haven’t seen it yet, old man.” Nicki snorts.

New York just turns to look at him.

“Hey, Ro.” he says, suddenly, “Why don’t ya make yer brothers pretty too?”

Ro beamed, squirming and kicking her bare feet– the girl hates shoes and refuses to wear them most of the time– “I’ll make ‘em prettier!”

As the three cities suddenly look some form of nervous– Mass doesn’t know why, for her age, she actually did pretty well– New York releases the girl.

She barrels into Grayson first.

As Mass makes his way through the sudden chaos; the boys talking rapidly, like they’re negotiating for their lives and not just trying to stop their baby sister from making them prettier, and Robin ignoring every offer they give as she advances like a car after a mouse– if the mice were nearly a foot taller than the cat.

“Birdie–Ro, ya don’ wanna waste yer make-up, do ya?”

“But I want to!”

“Heeyyy– dollie, why don’t we call Adam and you can make him prettier? Yeah?”

“Adam’s already pretty! He don’t need ta be prettier!”

…

They’d figure that out later.

Mass siddles up next to New York, grinning as their fully-gown, adult sons continue to try and negotiate with their kid sister.

“She did good,” he says, leaning down slightly, raising a brow. “She could learn a bit about blendin’ around facial hair, though.”

New York scowls at him, before he grins; crooked and so, so lovely. “Am I pretty, Edward?”

Mass grins, “So pretty, Tomcat.”

A faint sound of a door opening downstairs, New Jersey’s voice echoing up as the Cities shouting started to die down, Robin sitting on top of Boston’s chest with her brushes and makeup kits, the other two sitting nearby, accepting their fates.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN’ ON UP THERE?!”

“I’m making them prettier, Pa!” Robin answers for them, shouting back down the hall gleefully.

There are footsteps coming up the stairs, and Mass knows Jersey will be there soon– and he still can’t help but snicker to himself.

And as Jersey appears in the doorway, Robin perks up, waving with one hand as the other applies red powder to Grayson’s cheeks.

From Jersey’s expression of confusion morphing into fond acceptance, Robin’s pure joy, and the Cities all looking grim at their prospects, York and Mass start to cackle– leaning against each other as Jersey plops onto the ground within Robin’s reach; obeying the girls grabby hands and demands of ‘Let me make ya prettier Pa!’.

Mass hadn’t been expecting any of…this, and he knows he’ll eventually be made prettier. And still, he can’t help but feel warm inside, a soft, fuzzy feeling as York leans further into him, the others eyes already starting to droop once more.

It’s…nice. He likes it.

And it’s only August, it’s still 1776. He has plenty of time to experience more of it…