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witticasterThe first few moments at home with the twins. Woolfverse, in case you didn't notice. Insert why-can't-I-write-the-things-I-need-to whining here.
The twins arrived at their new home (if this trial period went well) at two in the afternoon. Tharkay and Will each set one in the hastily purchased bassinettes and found themselves lined up side by side in front of the children, who were blinking sleepily at their surroundings.
"What..." Will asked hesitantly, his voice low. "What do we do now?
Tharkay was not entirely sure himself, besides possibly staying right there to make sure the twins didn't suddenly die on their watch, and so he was almost relieved when one of the babies began to cry. (The triumph that came of knowing what next to do--stop it from crying--immediately dissipated when the other one began to make tearful noises as well.) "I think," he told Will dryly, "we feed them."
Which, it turned out, was far more easily said than done.
"That is not very dignified at all," Tharkay said, looking down at the infant awkwardly positioned in his arms. Its response was only another wail. "I wish you would stop that."
"You're supposed to rock them a bit, I think," Will offered from across the room, where the other one had settled into calmly sucking down formula.
Tharkay attempted to rock the child the way he'd seen others do with their own children and only succeeded in jostling it into noisier sobs. He nudged the bottle towards its open mouth only for it to turn its head away. "Which one is this, again?"
"The girl."
"Hm." He and Will were really going to have to give them names once they quieted.
"Maybe she's not hungry." How this was coming more easily to Will, Tharkay was not at all sure--he'd thought they were starting out with similar levels of familiarity with small children. "Does she need to be changed?"
For a moment, Tharkay's mind was filled with the vivid mental image of returning to the lawyer and asking for a new child, as this one was determined to deafen all of them. But common sense caught up to him, and he attempted to check her nappy. "I don't think so." He frowned at the girl. "Maybe she's taken up crying as a hobby."
"Lord, I hope not." Will blanched, setting aside his bottle, the boy having apparently finished his meal. "She's got to want something, shouldn't she?"
"Maybe we should switch children for a while," Tharkay said, trying not to wince when she began an especially piercing howl. The very moment she paused for breath, the boy spit up all down the front of Will's button-down shirt. Will groaned, and Tharkay amended his previous statement. "On second thought, I like mine better."
The twins arrived at their new home (if this trial period went well) at two in the afternoon. Tharkay and Will each set one in the hastily purchased bassinettes and found themselves lined up side by side in front of the children, who were blinking sleepily at their surroundings.
"What..." Will asked hesitantly, his voice low. "What do we do now?
Tharkay was not entirely sure himself, besides possibly staying right there to make sure the twins didn't suddenly die on their watch, and so he was almost relieved when one of the babies began to cry. (The triumph that came of knowing what next to do--stop it from crying--immediately dissipated when the other one began to make tearful noises as well.) "I think," he told Will dryly, "we feed them."
Which, it turned out, was far more easily said than done.
"That is not very dignified at all," Tharkay said, looking down at the infant awkwardly positioned in his arms. Its response was only another wail. "I wish you would stop that."
"You're supposed to rock them a bit, I think," Will offered from across the room, where the other one had settled into calmly sucking down formula.
Tharkay attempted to rock the child the way he'd seen others do with their own children and only succeeded in jostling it into noisier sobs. He nudged the bottle towards its open mouth only for it to turn its head away. "Which one is this, again?"
"The girl."
"Hm." He and Will were really going to have to give them names once they quieted.
"Maybe she's not hungry." How this was coming more easily to Will, Tharkay was not at all sure--he'd thought they were starting out with similar levels of familiarity with small children. "Does she need to be changed?"
For a moment, Tharkay's mind was filled with the vivid mental image of returning to the lawyer and asking for a new child, as this one was determined to deafen all of them. But common sense caught up to him, and he attempted to check her nappy. "I don't think so." He frowned at the girl. "Maybe she's taken up crying as a hobby."
"Lord, I hope not." Will blanched, setting aside his bottle, the boy having apparently finished his meal. "She's got to want something, shouldn't she?"
"Maybe we should switch children for a while," Tharkay said, trying not to wince when she began an especially piercing howl. The very moment she paused for breath, the boy spit up all down the front of Will's button-down shirt. Will groaned, and Tharkay amended his previous statement. "On second thought, I like mine better."
