@logan-rigby
Davis had decided to give Hazel the afternoon off. They were both completely sleep deprived, walking around in one of those delirious, but happy fogs, but Hazel was definitely suffering the worst of it. The twins were in her room, after all, and she was indispensable in the feeding process in a way that he was not. (Plus, he’d been dealing with sleep deprivation for years now, so he had a bit more experience.) He all but tucked her into bed and insisted she get some sleep, assuring her that he had everything he needed to take the kids out for a little stroll around town.
Armed with a diaper bag filled with more diapers than he could possibly need, two bottles of pumped breast milk, and an assortment of blankets and toys stored in the double stroller, he looked more like he was prepared for a weeklong trip than a walk. It only took five minutes for the gentle rumbling of the stroller to lull Theo to sleep, and it looked like Eloise wasn’t far behind. Davis couldn’t really stopped staring at them, smiling softly as his daughter blinked heavily back at him. His eyes weren’t on the path in front of him, and in his sleep-deprived state, his reflexes weren’t fast enough to stop him from bumping into the person in front of him.
“Shit! Sorry,” he exclaimed, wincing as he heard the start of dueling cries from his kids, no doubt upset with jostling. “Fuck. It’s okay sweethearts,” he cooed, wavering between the two of them before deciding Theo was crying the loudest and picking him up. Turning to the person he’d just practically ran over, he started to apologize over the ruckus, only to realize it was a familiar face. “I’m- Logan?”