Your evil plan worked- but it’s just too fucking precious
wynnie-r:
Wyn couldn’t help the tears falling freely at this point. Talking about the past always made her emotional, but especially what Toby was saying now. Add on that the hormones that giving birth brings to the table, and there were so many tears. But when Toby made the milkshake comment it made her laugh harder than it should have, she had to take a minute to stop giggling. “And there I had thought having babies made you soft huh.” She smiled up at him. “I hope they inherit my milkshake choice.”
Looking back down, Wynter looked closely at the other features of inheritance. The one in her arms already looked like she had gotten Toby’s nose. The nurses had stopped poking and prodding, as if either of them had even noticed their existence anymore, and soon it was just the four of them for the first time.
“I wonder if this is what our moms felt like looking at us. Especially yours, with twins.” Wyn couldn’t take her eyes off of their newborns for the life of her, wondering what they were going to be like. “Also, don’t go giving me twins again. That hurt.” She joked.
Pursing his lips he shook his head, “Me? Soft? As if. I’ve never been soft a day in my life,” Toby spoke with a small smirk on his lips. Anyone who knew Toby at all knew he was really just a big ol’ softy at heart. “If they inherit your milkshake choice I’m going to be disgusted. Then we will really know they aren’t my children,” He laughed, his gaze falling from Wynter to the babies once again. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again, “I hope they look like you when they grow up...”
Her soft wonderings broke the stillness of the room now that it was just the four of them. Raising his eyebrows in surprise as she mentioned their mothers Toby felt like he had just been kicked in the stomach. His mother would have loved this. Loved to have been here to see her grandchildren. To see Toby happy and with a woman who loved him dearly. It took a moment for him to gather his thoughts and to breathe again. “I...honestly?” Toby paused once again, trying to find the words as he imagined what it would’ve been like for his mother. “I think that this is so much better than what my mom had experienced. I mean. She was alone. My dad was at some bar down the road when she had us. But the love? And the absolute fucking amazement that we are feeling towards these girls right now? I think she must’ve felt this too. I wish they could be here. Your mom especially- to be able to be by your side. I’m a sorry replacement for her, I’m sure.”
Toby’s laugh was soft and he bumped his shoulder against hers softly, “I’ll try my best not to. You want more already?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
Soon enough there was a knock on the door. It was soft and was quickly followed by a even softer, “Mr. & Mrs. Moore? You have some visitors that just can’t wait to meet the little ones. Is it okay if I bring them in?”
