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Bree had been cooing all day at Ruby and Rosalie, just cooing at how small and beautiful and tiny those little angels were. New babies were a dangerous thing, to Bree Dawlish, and even though Phillip had just been born this past January, seeing her new nieces (and seeing Milo and Rocco be such good big brothers!) gave her that familiar itch that could only be cured by a nine month bump in the road. She would try to suppress it though, giving herself until Phillip was at least a year before honestly pursuing another child. She'd always told herself she'd have three children, and with Scott it was almost as if she'd had one for free. Why waste the desire, hm?

"I've brought pictures," she'd called out upon entering the house, simply over the moon from the visit. Bree didn't have the chance share the photos as her family lined up like good little troops, dressed quite accordingly for a trip to the park? Or something along those lines. Bree's eyebrows rose as Nate gave the orders---instructions for whatever surprise he may have been planning. Bree had definitely not been expecting this, and eyed her husband carefully as she slowly passed by him and up the stairs to their bedroom.

It only took a few minutes to get ready because Emily was quite the fashionista and had managed to pull out of her closet a few choice summer dresses and lay them haphazardly on the bed. Bree picked out a white dress, figuring that it would make whatever surprise Nate had planned even more special if she managed to keep any stains off of her skirt. She descended the stairs and tugged on her hat, standing on the last step to remain at eye-level with her husband.

"Where to, Captain?"