Family Ties

"For the love of everything, Hector, would you stop!?"
Hector Hadleigh-Morgan put his head back, unable to contain the hysterical laughter that shook his thin frame. "I would but I love seeing your face all red like that, dear."
Simon sighed and shook his head in exasperation. "You should know better than to tease her about this. Or she won't sleep with you for months."
Hector leered. "That's why I have you, my darling."
"And why I have him, too," Katye snapped at her husband and lightly slapped the back of his head. "You're incorrigible. And he's right. I won't sleep with you when you remind me that we're friggin' related. By blood. And not even that far back into the 'family shrub' as you call it." Hector exploded into giggles again while Simon rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Gods. Nolan is so your son," sighed Katye.
"Never doubted it for a second," giggled Hector. "He's got the Hadleigh forehead ridge. Makes us all look like we're descended from gorillas." He paused in his teasing to consider, then added, "Though, I suppose he could have gotten that from either side. Given that--"
"SHUT UP!" Katye slapped her husband with a fluffy pillow, knocking him out of his chair and into a heap on the padded divan. Hector yelped and flailed helplessly.
"Don't look at me." Simon poked through a basket of fruit before selecting a handful of dates and popping one into his mouth. "I just live here."