Babies, lot’s of babies.
No spoilers really, just tons of hcs (again)
Karen tilted her head over to her son, Duncan, who seemed very intrigued by the bundle that was swaddled in her hands. "Would you like to hold her, Duncan?" The blonde woman offered her son a gentle smile.
Duncan's eyes seem to widen into two big, blue saucers as he nods eagerly and scrambles to position himself. The little boy holds his arms out as Karen carefully places the squirming baby into his arms. As if on cue the boy's eyes widened. “She’s so small,” he commented, leaning closer. “She looks mushy.”
Karen stifled a laugh, her eyes scanning as Duncan leaned back cradling his baby sister close. “We’re keeping her, right?”
Karens’s brow raises. “Why wouldn’t we?”
Duncan shook his head as his lips curled upwards into a small smile.
“Ya wanna give her back?” Frank questions, and Duncan’s head snaps up and he shakes his head holding the baby tighter. “No, she stays here!”
“With you?” Karen’s tired voice asks her lips to pull into a soft smile.
“Yes!” Duncan exclaimed, he scoots closer on the edge of the bed until his back hits the wall and he lets out a surprised sound and Amy gurgles in response.
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“Is she real?” Amy’s hushed voice whispers her hands on her old brother’s shoulders as she peeks over his shoulder to the baby in his arms.
Their baby sister, fittingly named Laura due to Frank, their father stating she sounded like his older sister trying to play a lyre and failing miserably. Amy’s head tilted to get a better look at the infant, her two ponytails swinging into her face and around as she moved.
Duncan let out an amused chuckle as he craned his neck to look at Amy and he turned around and her hands pulled back as she slipped onto the bed. “Of course, she’s real.” He responded and Amy blinked looking down at Laura seeming deeply fixated in her thoughts.
“Do you wanna hold her?” Duncan’s arms are still firm around Laura as his arms extend out offering her to Amy and her blue eyes widen into saucers at this.
“Really? I can hold her?” Amy’s lips part and she scoots back onto the bed feeling her stomach churn. “What If I drop her?”
“You won’t, just sit back.” Duncan assured.
“I don’t know -“ Amy mumbled but her lips quickly closed as the weight was placed in her arms. She sits awkwardly until Duncan unfolds her arms and directs her to support the head and Amy stares down.
“She’s heavy,” Amy stated.
Karen chuckles as she listens to the conversation she Leans her head back, sinking into the pillows. “You were heavy as a baby, too, Sweetheart.”
Duncan nodded to Amy’s unamusement as she glared daggers at him. She adjusts the blanket gently and Laura’s tiny hand slipped out from being swaddled in the crisp, white blanket. Her hand bawls up around Amy’s finger.
“Look at you,” Karen’s lips curve upwards into a smile as she peers at Amy and Laura. “You’re gonna be a great older sister.”
“Momma?” Amy tilted her head, squinting down at Laura.
“Yes, Sweetie?”
“Why does she look like that?”
Karen, pauses, taken aback. “Like what?”
“Like a potato.” Amy states as she moves her hand around, Laura's grip not slipping.
Duncan practically snorts at this. “You know what you looked like?”
Amy’s cheeks puff out. “What?” She questions, eyes darting from Duncan to Laura who babbles.
“Mashed potatoes.” Duncan states.
“I did not,” Amy argued.
“You did, too.”
“No!”
“Okay, mushy.” Duncan responded.
Later that night to Duncan’s amusement, mashed potatoes with steak is what they had for dinner that night. Amy had already practically devoured her steak with only a few pieces left and the mashed potatoes to go.
Duncan turns to his younger sister with a smirk forming on his face. “Amy?” He asks leaning in closer towards Amy’s and his arm wrapped around her shoulders the fabric of her blue and pink jacket.
“Huh?” Amy acknowledges Duncan.
“Do you want some of my mashed potatoes?” Duncan questions, letting it linger in the air.
“No, I still have a l-“ Amy’s interrupted by the repeated jabbing of the spoon into her cheek.
“Duncan!”
“Sorry, Mushy.”
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Karen laid back into the back into the stack of pillows, as she peered at her Husband holding onto their newborn.
Frank smiles down at Daisy and a small hand pulls at the bottom of his shirt. The hand belonged to Laura, her eyes wide as she beamed up at him.
“Can I hold her? Can I? Can I?” She bounced on her heels as she repeated the question repeatedly. “Duncan and Amy already got to hold her!” And all the words rush out as if a massive gush of air. Sometimes Frank wondered how Laura could speak so fast and for so long without stopping to get air.
Children, he guesses.
“First, sit your butt down.” Frank directed and Laura turned around practically leaping into the chair she crawled into and she held her arms out, legs kicking out and back in against the chair in excitement.
Frank gently slips Daisy into Laura’s arms and her grin spreads ear-to-ear almost instantly. She’d been eagerly awaiting the arrival date of her baby sister - she was finally going to be a big sister and she wasn’t the baby of the family anymore despite what Duncan and Amy said she’s still very much a baby - shouldn’t Amy agree with her? She’s still a baby to Duncan too.
“Be careful,” Karen warns gently. “I know you’re excited but let’s not drop her.”
Laura nodded in agreement. “I won’t drop her! Remember, I’m a big girl now?!”
“Oh, we remember alright,” Amy murmured, earning a glare from Laura and Duncan’s muffled laugh.
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