"Naww," Laura walked over to the crib, lifting Ulf and pulling him close. "Are you a little snuggler?" She asked, settling in the rocking chair beside his crib.
I continued to pace, knowing Leif would eventually settle. His hiccupped cries already starting to slow.
"For some reason you expect twins to be the same. Same looks, same little mannerisms. And this young, you don't expect them to have personalities. Like, they're too little to be anything but a sleepy little ball of cuteness. But that's really not the case. Leif is my loud kid. Always wailing his desires, letting the world know he's here and he wants everything now. Ulf is quieter. He loves to cuddle, will just relax in your arms and let you hold him without protest for hours." I smiled down at my boy. "Can't wait for them to start talking."
Laura's chuckle was soft and pleasing, my dick jerking his approval.
"Be careful what you wish for," she said, pushing off with one foot and setting the chair to a gentle rock. "My sister's kids are nuts. From the time Arabella could speak she hasn't shut up. And she's sassy. I babysat her and her brother a few months back. Her brother had a fall while I wasn't watching and she immediately told me she wouldn't nark if I gave them candy." She chuckled again, "little scammer."
I found myself smiling, the bone-aching tiredness I'd lived with for months briefly fading. "I expect life will be crazy, but I'm looking forward to it."
Laura bit her lip, tilting her head to one side as she considered me.
"You want to know why I took them on."
She huffed out a laugh, "that obvious?"
"Nah, it's just the same question everyone asks."
I pulled Leif closer, breathing in his baby smell. His little hand reached out, brushing the side of my face as he watched me with big, sleepy eyes.
"When they were handed to me my first thought was no fuc- I mean, fudging way."
Laura dipped her head, but not before I caught a glimpse of her amused smile.
"But then, I don't know. I read the note their momma left me, and I saw their tiny bodies. It had snowed, and I remember thinking, how can I toss them out into the cold?"
I shook my head, shooting her a grin. "They wouldn't have been in the actual cold. The Sherriff was there, and I'm sure they would have called Child Services or something." I looked back down at Leif. "But it was Christmas. And they were screaming and there were no toys for them and I just thought, wow. I need to do something."
"And you did."
I nodded, looking back at Laura. Her eyes were warm with approval, her face tinged with a little pink. In her arms, she held my son, his sweet little body turned into her.
"Yeah, best decision of my life." I admitted, shifting Leif slightly. "Hardest too. And loudest. And messiest. But the best."
"Well," Laura stood, taking Ulf over to his crib and gently laying him down. "I can't help with the loud, but I can definitely help with the messy."
Can you help with the hard too? My cock asked.
Fuck, I'm a bastard.
She grinned at me, a sparkle in her eye. "I spoke to Liv tonight, she told me the name of the episode."
I braced.
" Daddy I'd like to Clean." She chuckled as I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Liv is a nut."
"I love her," Laura declared, coming to me and holding her hands out for Leif. I let him go and she took him to the rocking chair, settling back down. "She's making my dreams come true."
"You dreamed of being a reality TV star?" I asked, eyebrows raising in surprise.
"Nah," she set the chair to rocking, tucking Leif's body close to her. My squirmy kid immediately settled, blinking up at her in surprise.
Oh, so you'll do it for her but not for me. Traitor.
Not that I blamed him. I wouldn't mind being snuggled up to those breasts right now either.
