"Absolutely, sweetie," they reply as they stretch and twist and smile at Ava. "Honestly, we've been at this long enough that we're getting kinda soupy, so it's a great time for an interruption."

They stand up and scoop her into their arms.

Every time the Pirates do this makes her heart melt just a little. She's been cursed with a body that's tall even for a boy, so having them put in the time and effort to learn to lift her is just... Princessly. She feels tended to, and it's perfect. 

It's a quick few strides over to bed, and they get comfy on their side, laying down on their side with their head on the pillow. They fold their left arm across their chest, and grab a handful of the blankets with their right arm and pull them in close to their chin. 

This is the only position they can get to sleep in quickly, but when they take it they can drop off within ten minutes or so. 

"We love you, soup," Ava says. "It's so good to be yours."

They lean down and press a soft kiss to their loves' forehead. "We love you too, precious darlings. So good to have you, and so good to be yours in return. Keeping you forever and always, darlings." 

Soft fingers run through Ava's hair, and they smile tenderly. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, lovely soup. Goodnight." 

Ava closes her eyes, and relaxes into bed. Usually the Pirates join her in bed later in the night; she goes to bed quite early, around nine most nights, since she takes soporific medications and it's the easiest way for her not to be groggy all day long. 

One last forehead kiss, and then they turn out the bedroom light and head out to finish their night.

And within ten minutes, Ava is out like a light.