Sarah and Helena being buddies post-canon please?
Sarah snatches up one of the wayward twins, barely remembering to set down her pencil before something terrible can happen (and with babies, something terrible can always happen); she glances around for Helena while the boy in her arms starts getting wiggly.
The other twin (it still takes her a hot second to think of them as having names rather than Orange and Purple) appears at her feet and she scoops him up as well, still wondering why on earth Helena gives them free reign over the place.
She’s about to start calling for Helena when, rounding a corner, she almost trips over her: dead asleep on the floor by the blanket where the boys had been playing - and Sarah, chuckling softly, takes her nephews off to have some quiet adventure somewhere else.
Prompt me?














