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[restinglichface]

[One of these days they are really going to have to start putting their feet down on the whole cake for dinner situation. Just not today. And probably not tomorrow.

But soon. Maybe.

Barry rises up with Lena to cross over to the toy box and Lup swoops in to steal his seat, drawing the screaming toddler close to her body, so she can hold Tilla with one hand while the other delicately attempts to pry the girl's fingers from her hair. If Lup wasn't the target of the girl's combo of shrieking, hair pulling, and fierce kicking, she'd be impressed with the strength of her grip.]

Let go of mommy's hair, pumpkin. We don't negotiate with terrorists in this house.

[Lup's tone is impressively calm for the situation, but this has been the reality of their lives together for the last year, since the twins came into their lives. And honestly, even if their daughters spend more time screaming than doing literally anything else, she loves them in a way Lup never thought was possible for her. Her brother has always been her heart, the sole part of her life that she couldn't possibly live without. But now that tiny circle has expanded so much, to Barry, to their two beautiful children. For a woman who has struggled with letting herself be vulnerable enough to love in the past, now she's fully submerged in the feeling, twenty-four seven.

Sure, it would be better if her sensitive ears weren't about to pop with Tilla screaming directly into them, but a pounding headache and a little exhaustion seem fair against all that she's gained.]

Check her crib, hun. Might be tucked into the blankets. [She hopes, or they are going to have to set both babies down and do some real deep diving into that box. Every toy and plaything that they've picked up for the kids themselves just doesn't compare to the amount that's come in from their family. These girls are going to live a very spoiled life.]

[barold]

G-Good idea. I'll go check.

[Because honestly, rooting through the toy box is just a non-starter. No way is he, with his heart in his throat and a baby on his arm, going to find anything in that box before his wife goes bald.

Carrying Lena out of the room on the Quest for the Plastic Offering, he leaves Lup with Tilla in her lap, the little girl still screaming her complaints, holding on to her mother's hair for dear life even as she tries to pry her fingers out of it. She can't withstand Lup's strength, of course - Mom is the strongest in the universe - but as her hair slips from her grasp, it doesn't stop her from balling her hands up in little angry fists, writhing in her embrace.

This is horrible. Everything is horrible! She just wants her favorite toy, is that so much to ask? Tilla's had a long day. Everything hurts from crying so much, cheeks red and raw, big fat tears rolling down her grimacing face, throat scratchy from all her angry screaming. Is it excessive? Probably. But she has so few words to voice her complaint, so what better way to express her frustration than an hour-long shriek fest?]

Look what we found! [Barry's whole face is lit up with relief when he comes back into the room, carrying a Lena who's clasping both the blue snuggle plush and the plastic magnifying glass in her hands. Approaching Lup and Tilla, Barry kneels in front of his wife and props Lena up on his lap, bouncing her expectantly.] Okay, Lena, just like we promised. Wanna give your sister th'toy? Wanna share?

[restinglichface]

[While Barry and Lena slip from the room to find the one true toy, Lup tries to calm her hysterical daughter down in their brief absence, even if she knows the effort is mostly futile. Tilla will either get what she wants or she will scream and fight until she straight up passes out from exhaustion. And knowing their toddler as well as they do, Lup can already make an estimate the girl has at least another forty minutes of constant screaming before she hits that point.

So it's really important her husband track down that toy before they both go deaf and their daughter loses her sweet voice.

Lup bounces the girl in her hands, fingertips tickling lightly along her sides, the woman sticking out a tongue and pulling out her silliest faces. But Tilla wiggles in her grasp and kicks and wails, just entirely unamused that the whole world is so against her today.

Thankfully, Barry and Lena return in record time, Lup turning Tilla around in her lap to face her sister. The screaming twin stretches out a chubby fist and tries to nab her blue snuggle plush out of the other's grasp. Lena looks up at her father, as if to say "Sharing who? I don't know her", but finally leans forward enough to drop the coveted plush, which Tilla swipes up immediately.

Her screaming fit abruptly stops. The girls sniffles, eyes still watery and face still beet red, but the toddler pulls the plush into her arms, nibbles at the corner of it and goes completely silent.

Lup raises her chin to meet her husband's eyes.]

Oh holy shit. Is that what silence sounds like? I forgot.

[barold]

[Lena deliberates whether or not to give her sister one of the toys or just keep both to herself, and Barry scarcely dares breathing in fear of breaking her concentration. Sharing is so important, and sometimes the twins are really good at sharing their toys, engrossed in a shared play-pretend world where dolls are warriors and plushies are dragons to be slain. Who had the doll first doesn't matter - it's the collaborative dragon slaying that counts.

But other times they're stubborn and selfish, hoarding their toys for themselves, throwing a fit if their sister so much as even looks at their pile. It's something they're trying to break them out of. If they can't even share with each other, how are they going to fare at daycare? At school?

Tilla's cries and wails suddenly still, and a hush falls over the room, only interrupted by the girl's quiet sniffles and Lena happily stuffing the magnifying glass into her mouth, drooling all over it. Barry meets his wife's gaze, his eyes wide, his mouth agape.]

It's like I've never heard silence before. [He's stage-whispering, gaze going between Lup and Tilla. A smile tugs at his lips, relieved and exhausted and so, so loving. Tilla really loves munching on that soggy plush.] Quick, get the camera. I wanna remember this sound fer th'rest of my life.

[restinglichface]

[A few moments of near silence pass by them before Lup's flopping back into the chair, sagging against the cushions while she pulls Tilla into a more steady position on her lap. A hand flops tenderly atop the toddler's head, Lup slipping her fingers through her daughter's thick hair, brushing it from her face, before she wipes those few remaining tears away.

Tilla just gurgles at the attention, the sound such a contrast to the giant, hysterical fit she just threw, but even with that plush in her mouth, she sounds happy. Maybe now she'll finally calm down enough to go down for a proper nap.

Once Tilla seems a little more cleaned up, Lup reaches over her lap to brush the hair from Lena's face, fingers affectionately dragging along her chubby cheek.]

I'd say we're friggin' killing this parent thing.

[From her experience, they are pretty much the parents of the century.

It's a few moments of Lup passing her careful fingers over Lena's face and hair before she finally peers up to catch Barry's eye, her expression matching his in both it's exhaustion and in that undeniable look of love that still manages to shines through.]

You wanna nap it up while you can, stud? If the girls go down, I'll come join you. [Punctuated with a wink, because not even an hour long scream-fest is going to keep Lup from flirting with her husband.]

[barold]

[Does he want to nap? Honestly, with as little sleep as he gets these days, a nap sounds really good right now. Half an hour on the couch while his wife looks after the kids is a luxury he doesn't take for granted anymore.

But he just can't take his eyes off his daughters. Happy, gurgling, seated in their parents' laps, playing with their respective toys, looking so pleased and so peaceful. He can't take his eyes off his wife, the love of his life, with their daughter safe in her arms. She looks so in love.

He can't imagine not spending time with them.]

Nah, I'm good. [Barry runs a big hand over Lena's hair, gently petting her curly, silky strands, tucking her locks gingerly behind her little pointed ears. Then he reaches for Tilla, stroking her chubby cheek, still red and raw from crying. Her dark eyes meet his. She burbles, giggles around her plush, eyes crinkling at the corners with a happy smile.

Barry's heart completely melts. He doesn't want to miss a second of this.]

I wanna spend time with my beautiful girls.

[His hand falls to rest on Lup's thigh then, squeezing, gently stroking. He'll nap when the babies do. For now, he wants to hang out with his family.]

[restinglichface]

[Both Lena and Tilla's eyes slide to look up at their father in unison, gurgling and drooling over their toys, momentarily content with the world now that they both have exactly what they wanted. And Lup's gaze follows after, the woman's grin softening into a warm smile, affection lingering in the way she looks at him. It's the same look she reserves for their girls, all fond and loving and vulnerable in a way that's still so new to the elf.

She just never knew her life could be so full of love, but now that she has it, Lup can't even begin to imagine a second without hear heart feeling so full.

Even though Lup knows he needs the rest, Barry turns her offer down for the chance to spend more time with his family, her free hand resting over his while she strokes through Tilla's thick hair, pulling it back and out of her face. She leans down closer to the girls, playfully lowering her tone, tipping in to press a quick kiss to her daughter's chubby cheek before she's speaking.]

Hear that, girls? Daddy's feeling sentimental and wants to drag us all in for a big, ol' cuddle pile. How's that sound? Think we can fit him into our busy schedule?