Paige looked like she was going to be sick.
Aria sat on Ellie’s hip, looking eager and perky and — Chaos, was she over reacting? Even Penelope, who was usually shy and reserved, had found a spot to sit and lean against the otter’s leg. That should’ve been a sign. Her girls felt comfortable around the boy she practically considered her second brother, so leaving the alone with him for a few hours shouldn’t of been that jarring. She’d gone out on dates with Frost since their birth before.
Of course, she’d left her twins with her mother. Her mom was great with children. Ellie… … Elie tended to get overwhelmed. And overzealous.
He almost broke her hip once, when she was 18 and he was 20. Paige chewed her lip. Visions of bloody, matted white fur and crumpled little delicate hoglette bodies came in violent tandem and she was sure for a moment that she would get sick right then and there for even considering to leave he babies alone with him.
Frost, however, was all grins.
"We’ll back in a few hours! That new kung fu movie is playing and it looks so cool —"
"It looks dumb as f— dumb as heck,” she grumbled. No swearing in front of her babies. Frost’s rules.
"— COOL. Paige has bad taste in everything except for men. And by men I mean me," he grinned at Ellie. "Thanks for babysitting! You know how stubborn Paige gets."
"Oh!" Ellie chirped, bouncing Aria on his hip. She giggled and snuggled her chin against his shoulder blade, enthralled with the fabric of his scarf and how it felt between her pudgy fingers. "It’s okay! We’re going to play Candy Land and Paige won’t have to worry about a thing! I watched Princeton’s chao once."
Princeton’s chao wasn’t two baby girls — two baby girls that Paige had fought arm and leg to give birth to.
Frost must’ve finally snapped out of his euphoric daze and slumped an arm around her. He was warm, and he might’ve been reassuring if she wasn’t so sure that she was going to cry.
When they came home, Ellie was asleep on the floor and clutching an empty bottle, surrounded by blocks and rapidly drying playdough. The girls were in the (empty) bath tub.
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