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“Kim?” Billy Cranston called. “Kim?” He meandered through the house trying to find his missing wife.

“Luke?” he asked, poking his head in his son’s room. “Have you seen your mother?”

The boy didn’t even look away from his video game. “Basement!”

Billy frowned at the television screen. “Is your homework done?” came unbidden to his lips as it had so many times before.

The teenage boy groaned and paused the game. Pushing off with his feet he spun the chair around and glared at his father. “Affirmative. My labor this afternoon has been successful. I am currently complete in my assigned homework, and am now pursuing other endeavors.”

“Congratulations.” Billy said dryly, trying not to laugh. He removed himself from the doorway and progressed downstairs, stopping only to remind Katie that brownies were not a form of afternoon snack. Entering the basement he called again, “Kim?”

“In here!” she answered from the laundry room. Billy found his wife, hands on hips, wearing black jeans and one of his large work shirts, giving the evil eye to the piles of laundry. He grinned and approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her tight. Dropping a kiss on her temple he began nuzzling her neck. She sighed appreciatively.

“Bill?” she asked, turning in his arms to burry her face in his chest.

“Mmm,” he agreed, not pausing in his absolutions.

“Bill, answer me this,” she drew back and looked him in the eye. “How on Earth did we wind up FOUR of children as Rangers?”

Billy jumped. “Four? I thought it was only three?! Luke, Katie, and Sam.”

Kim shook her head. “You been out of town this week. Jessie has been wearing red all week.”

“Red?! She’s a red?”

Kim nodded.

Billy made some thoughtful sounds. “How many active Ranger teams is that then? Five? Six?”                     

“It’s only four. I don’t think any of our kids are on the new Astro Ranger team.” Kim sighed and snuggled closer to her husband. Billy could see the worry in her shoulders. He stroked her back trying to relive both of their tensions.

“I wonder what color Aaron will be?” he mused quietly, staring off into space.

“Bill! He’s eleven!”

“So? Justin was twelve!” he said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Kim glared and thumped him on the shoulder. “Don’t joke!” she told, pulling away. She turned away and looked at the piles of laundry. A large pile of red from Sam and Jessie and slightly smaller piles of pink and green from Katie and Luke respectively covered the floor. Billy and Kim’s eclectic mix of pink and blue was pushed to the side.

“I’ll tell you one thing,” Kim told her husband finally. “If they’re old enough to save the world, they’re old enough to do their own laundry.”

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