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A childish giggle shrieked through the ED, startling Princess from her charting. Well. Gossiping with Perlah, but same thing.
“Abba! Down!”
“Are you going to run?”
“Yes!”
“Then no, I’m not putting you down. Thank you for your honesty, though.”
“You’re welcome, abba!”
Princess finally spotted them, coming in from the ambulance bay doors. She tried not to laugh at the growingly familiar sight of Robby with their two babies attached to him: Nim dozing and strapped in a carrier to Robby’s broad, safe chest and Orpah dangling from his large hand by his grasp on her overalls. While their three-year-old did look adorable in her overalls, they put her in them specifically for this scenario.
“Mama! Mama help!”
“You know mama won’t save you.”
She struggled for a few more seconds before falling limp, her arms and legs and even her head dangling in defeat, her dark hair tumbling in tangles around her head. Her entire body heaved with a sigh.
“Poor baby,” Princess said to Perlah with a laugh.
And then Robby heaved their little girl up until she was the same height as him, lifting her only from his grasp on the back of her overalls. Her mouth went a little dry at the show of strength. She kind of wanted to foist her kids off on Perlah and pull him into the on call room so he could put another baby in her. Never mind the fact that she’d just had Nim barely two months ago.
And then Orpah caught sight of her and her daughter absolutely beamed. “Mama!” she shrieked, squirming in Robby’s grasp. “Mama! Mama!”
“Hospital voice, Orpah.”
Orpah pouted, but quieted, happy feet tippy-tapping the floor in her happiness as Robby looked around before setting her down. She ran—as fast as any three-year-old could run—arms outstretched for Princess as she crouched to be on her daughter’s level.
Except Orpah stopped, eyes wide, just a few feet away. “Ew!” she exclaimed, stumbling back a bit. “Germs!”
Oops. They had taught her that if they were wearing scrubs, she had to wait until they showered before cuddling. Princess sighed. She would kill for some cuddling with her baby. Instead of showing her disappointment, Princess smiled and crossed her arms over her knees and asked, “What are you doing here? This is a nice surprise.”
“Abba said—Abba said—” Orpah hid behind Robby’s knees after he approached. He settled his hand on her head and she clutched at his pants. “We was at the park! And abba said—said we should bringed you lunch.”
“You brought me lunch?” Princess perked up. She’d just been planning on grabbing a sandwich from the cart. “That’s so sweet of you, baby. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome!” She was so sweet, beaming up at Princess with pride. “Abba let me help!”
“Oh really?” She looked up to see Robby grinning at her. “Well. Let me ask my boss if I can take a quick lunch break to eat with you, okay?”
Orpah nodded, nearly giving herself whiplash. “Okay!” She reached her hand up, and Robby obliged and placed a cheerio in her hand from the pouch hanging off his belt loop. She was being good and hadn’t run off yet. The bribes worked most of the time. When it didn’t, they brought out the leash.
Orpah did not like the leash.
Which was tough luck. It was to keep her safe, since bending down to take her hand hurt Robby’s back too much and until recently Princess had been pregnant with Robby’s sasquatch baby. Both babies had been behemoths of epic proportions. And Orpah was already tall for her age. The leash had been more than necessary.
Shaking her head fondly, Princess stood, quirking a smile up at her husband. He placed a large hand on Nim’s head to cradle him as he bent down to give her a kiss. “Think you can put in a good word with the boss? Get me a lunch break?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can convince him.” He smiled into the kiss, and she heard him shuffling in the cheerio pouch. She pulled back just in time to see him hand Orpah a few more cheerios without looking. “Hey, Tim!” he called out behind Princess. “Can I borrow Princess? Orpah made her a special lunch.”
“I guess,” Tim huffed with a laugh. “Take a thirty. I’ll try not to need you.”
“Thanks, Tim!”
“Thanks, Tim!” Orpah echoed, little legs hurrying after Robby as he guided his family to the break room.
Princess washed her hands and watched fondly as Robby picked Orpah up to help her wash hers. Little Nim was still sleeping away, tucked close to Robby’s chest. He probably wouldn’t wake while they ate, which was a little disappointing. She loved his big, beautiful, curious eyes. The way he lit up when he saw her. His sweet, gummy smile. Orpah, too, had been similar. Just as sweet and beautiful.
They made hella cute babies, in all honesty, Princess thought as Robby helped Orpah into the chair.
… Maybe she could convince Robby to give her, like, ten more.
Robby shot her a confused look. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Not looking at you like anything.”
“Yeah, okay.” But he knew her, and he smirked, obviously checking her out as he pulled out their food from his backpack. “Now. Orpah decided the ingredients and helped put it all together.” He gave her a look, as if to tell her to prepare herself.
Oh boy.
Orpah looked very pleased with herself as Robby pulled out each bundle, carefully rolled in cling wrap. Each had a piece of masking tape and shaky sort of letters. Princess was pretty sure that the one Robby handed her was covered in a bunch of P’s for her name in purple sharpie. Robby had green R’s and Orpah had pink O’s. Orpah wiggled in her seat and sat patiently as Robby unwrapped her food for her.
Oh. Wraps? Oh boy. Princess was in for a treat.
Orpah loved to help make wraps. It was always a mess and a half, but it made their little girl happy. She also just loved to… throw ingredients into the tortillas. One time, they’d ended up with dessert wraps with fried chicken, chocolate sauce, and almonds. It hadn’t been terrible. It had, weirdly enough, hit a craving she’d had while in the later stages of pregnancy with Nim. Robby had done his best to choke it down. They weren’t exactly in the business of hurting their daughter’s feelings by refusing something she’d made them.
Princess took a quick peek in the guise of readjusting the tortilla. Grilled chicken from last night’s leftovers. Spinach. Dijon mustard. Mayo. Pickles. Almonds. Craisins.
“Huh,” said Princess, nodding with an upside-down smile. “This looks really good, Orpah. I can’t wait to try it!”
Orpah beamed, face already messy with mayonnaise and shredded cheese. Robby picked a little at his, looking unsure. Princess wondered what Orpah had put in his to get that reaction.
When three craisins popped out and tumbled onto Nim’s head, Princess snorted, covering her mouth to try to keep her food in.
“What?” Orpah pouted, legs kicking as she munched on her wrap.
“Abba’s being silly,” said Princess, laughing harder as another craisin spilled from the wrap.
“There’s so many,” Robby muttered, frowning at the tortilla, trying to figure out how to eat it without spilling more food on their son.
Orpah finished first, babbling about the park as they continued eating. Robby only spilled a few more craisins and only dribbled a few drops of Dijon mustard onto Nim’s bountiful hair. Robby just sighed, muttering about how he needed a bath, anyway. Princess was surprised at the wrap. It wasn’t terrible. Not her first choice, but she would probably try to recreate it sometime.
And then Robby pulled out the crinkle cookies. Princess snatched one of the baggies with what she assumed was her name scribbled over it in purple sharpie. Orpah laughed as Princess tore open the bag and stuffed a cookie in her mouth. She moaned, head tilted back and eyes closed as she let herself bask in bliss.
When she opened her eyes, Robby was staring at her, face red. Orpah was babbling around her own cookie.
Princess shot him a glare. They needed to behave.
“Abba! More park?” Orpah asked once she was done with her cookie. “Pleeeaaassseee?”
“It’s nap time soon,” he reminded her. She was already rubbing sleepily at her eyes after Robby had helped her wash her hands and face. “We are all taking a nap. Even me.”
“Can I sleep with you?”
“Of course.” Robby frowned down at Nim’s messy hair. “After we give your brother a bath.”
Orpah giggled. “Silly abba!” She hopped down, hopping from tile to tile in her own little game as they cleaned up lunch.
Nim cooed from Robby’s chest. Princess moved close—still keeping a careful distance away, but getting in his eyesight. He smiled, gummy and bright and beautiful when he saw her. “Hi, Nim!” she said softly, brushing his soft cheek with the back of her finger. It was all she could allow herself before she took a shower.
“Nim!” Orpah cried, bouncing over to Robby and tugging on his pants. “Abba! Up! Pleeeaaassseee.”
“Just a second.” Robby laughed, hoisting the backpack over his shoulders and over the baby carrier, then crouching down so Orpah could climb onto his hip. She was already babbling away at Nim who was cooing and wiggling back in response. Or, well, in as much of a conversation as a two-month-old and a three-year-old could have.
Fuck. That was hot, Robby holding both their children with such ease. Princess swallowed as he stood easily, looking so fondly at their babies that Princess really needed him to fuck her about it.
Robby caught her hungry gaze and smirked. “Behave, Princess,” he murmured against her lips.
“If you’re not careful, we’ll have a third on the way,” Princess muttered back.
Robby threw his head back and laughed.