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They had booked a family room, the only type big enough to fit three people. In truth, it was one fit for two parents and a kid. The receptionist hadn't even questioned it when they'd come up to the desk. Axel had been pissed.
But he'd mellowed out. He'd been the first to launch himself at the double, starfishing in the centre and claiming his territory with a victorious cackle. Owen had just pushed him aside and climbed in after him. Lashawn had hesitated, unsure, making polite noises about taking the single, but she'd melted when the boys protested and reached for her, and she gladly climbed in too. Owen had put his arms around them both and brought them into his chest, and Lashawn had done her best not to laugh at the scrunch of affront on Axel's face. It hadn't lasted, the Trickster quickly learning that Owen ran luxuriously warm, and so he snuggled up with his cheek on Owen's shoulder to match Boo across from him.
Owen had sighed, relaxed, content; Lashawn on his left, Axel on his right. His friends, his family, his partners-in-sometimes-crime. He scrubbed his fingertips affectionately through Axel's fluffed-up hair, and gave Lashawn a fond squeeze around her shoulders. Then he settled, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

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