"When do we leave for our trip again?" I called to Sebastian when we were alone in the kitchen. We were almost done with preparing the general meal and were taking care of the dishes. I checked the microwave to see if the fish I was warming was done by now.
"In a few days." He shrugged.
"Have you taken your leave from the hospital, doctor?" I smirked, feeling the need to remind him of his profession. I knew he was doing his best at work but these days, I felt like he was being lazy about it.
"Maybe I have." He nudged my waist with his elbow, a little.
"Hm." I chuckled. "Seb?"
"Yes?" He called back without looking up at me.
"What about the children? Where will we leave them?" I made my worry known to him.
"I was thinking Nikita, so maybe we could stay a week on our trip." He said.
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