❪ parenthood, they say, never gets any easier just that you learn more tricks to the trade.
though, eddie at times wonders if he'll never figure this shit out if his kids keep throwing fast balls at him. he's got richie, thankfully because god only knows where he'd be without him. he can hear richie moving around and getting other things together to start the day while he sits on the floor of one very pink, very princess accented room trying to properly braid the hair of their oldest. amelia was six, almost seven, now and easily still as vocal and animated as she had been as a baby but is currently half-asleep in his lap and barely hanging on with eyes just barely open as eds gently weaves her hair into her favorite style.
somewhere in the background, he can hear their three-year-olds giggling which can mean one of two things and (without missing a beat) he turns to see that they are indeed stripped out of their clothes once again. eddie can only sigh and move to stand thinking that they must get that habit from richie. amelia, thankfully, doesn't put up a fight in her sleepy state as he picks her up into his arms. ❫
Okay, you two, come on with me before I super glue your buttons shut.
❪ all he gets in response is unified giggles as they, in unison, each latch onto one of his legs and he in turn drags himself along from amelia's room toward the living room. ❫
Rich! Could you finish Amelia's hair while I get these two back into their clothes again.
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❪ parenthood, they say, never gets any easier just that you learn more tricks to the trade.
though, eddie at times wonders if he'll never figure this shit out if his kids keep throwing fast balls at him. he's got richie, thankfully because god only knows where he'd be without him. he can hear richie moving around and getting other things together to start the day while he sits on the floor of one very pink, very princess accented room trying to properly braid the hair of their oldest. amelia was six, almost seven, now and easily still as vocal and animated as she had been as a baby but is currently half-asleep in his lap and barely hanging on with eyes just barely open as eds gently weaves her hair into her favorite style.
somewhere in the background, he can hear their three-year-olds giggling which can mean one of two things and (without missing a beat) he turns to see that they are indeed stripped out of their clothes once again. eddie can only sigh and move to stand thinking that they must get that habit from richie. amelia, thankfully, doesn't put up a fight in her sleepy state as he picks her up into his arms. ❫
Okay, you two, come on with me before I super glue your buttons shut.
❪ all he gets in response is unified giggles as they, in unison, each latch onto one of his legs and he in turn drags himself along from amelia's room toward the living room. ❫
Rich! Could you finish Amelia's hair while I get these two back into their clothes again.