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Chris being stressed about a Fresh Love drop is what's got him up late tonight. They'd only been in Boston a few days, so it's too early to turn around and leave, but his team's just not understanding the new design, and frustratedly, he leaves for the kitchen, in search of a natural calmer, a mini pizza.
So what if he was hungry? Sue him. He's halfway into cooking, and scrolling through his phone, when something clinks in the sink. He looks up at the sound, seeing no one, before he hears a whimper behind him.
When he turns towards the whimper, he almost jumps a foot in the air. Baby stands there, clad in the footie pajamas Nick had struggled to dress them in, with their arms crossed.
"Jeez, kid, way to give me a heart attack." He murmurs. "You are supposed to be asleep."
Supposed to is the key word, but no matter who's bed they're sleeping in while in Boston, they can never longer than a few hours. None of the brothers can wrap their heads around why, but it leads to a lot of tears from the littlest Sturniolo. When the microwave beeps to signal it's done, he grabs a Pepsi and cracks it open, setting it on the counter.
"Who were you sleepin' with?" He murmurs, trying to remember who did bedtime. "You fell asleep with Matt, yeah? Let's go put you ba-" he's stopped by baby, who's opened their mouth, a silent demand for food.
"You want a bite?" Chris rips apart his mini pizza, going for the soft center. "Just one, then we're going back to bed." He passes a small bite of the food to the baby, and doesn't get to warn them it's hot, before they burn their mouth.
The brothers have always waited for food to be cooled before feeding them, so to have this super hot, fresh out of the microwave food in their tiny mouth, causes them to tear up.
Chris can see them struggle to figure out what to do, tears quickly falling down their face, and moves quick. "Open up, I'll fix it, let me in, kid." He takes the mildly warm food from the baby's mouth, and tosses it in the trash, before scooping the youngest member of their family up.
"I know. That was surprising, yeah? Do you want another bottle? I don't think the first one worked very well." He whispers, working to make a bottle with the supplies they'd unpacked earlier in the week.
They're nodding in Chris's arms, as he mixes a bottle. Matt, who must've woken alone in his bed, comes down.
"Oh, thank god. I couldn't find- are they okay?" Matt rambles.
"Kid burned their mouth. I'm hoping another bottle will calm them down enough to sleep again." Chris explains.
"Burned their-" Matt looks over at Chris's food. "Chris, you didn't."
"They were hungry." The younger deflects.
"That's why they have baby okay snacks, like Cheerios-" Matt starts, getting cut off by Chris quickly.
"Don't act like you don't give the kid pasta all the damn time." Chris murmurs, shaking the formula with one hand. He's rubbing the poor baby's back with the other, before Matt takes them into his arms. The middle brother settles the toddler, letting them eat. They're calm now, a little drowsy, as they wave goodbye to the youngest triplet.
With the kitchen now empty, he gets to enjoy his food and drink, before eventually having to face his team again, but in this moment, it's paradise.