((Contains reference to adult situations.))
It had been almost six months since Miranda and Rufus had become grandparents - almost six months and Miranda was still walking on air. And why shouldn't she" She'd been robbed of her own happily ever after for so long, it seemed only the more sweeter for the waiting, and it filled her heart with joy to see her Bethany fulfilling her own dreams. Right at the moment, though she was laughing her fool head off at the sight of Rufus trying to juggle two wiggling babies, both of whom needed changing. "Any time you need rescuing, just say so, my love," she teased, unable to wipe the smirk from her face.
Rufus, despite his inherent tendency to panic when left alone with his grandchildren, seemed determined to at least cope, however. "Yes, yes, thank you, darling," he grumbled, rolling his eyes at his laughing wife. He had Evy on one shoulder, wailing into his ear about her dirty diaper while gumming on his collar, and Brody on the changing mat, halfway through his own change. "There's nothing stopping you from pitching in here, you - Oh, for goodness ..." And the reason for that interruption' Brody had just scored a direct hit on his grandfather's shirt with a perfectly aimed spray of widdle.
Which, of course, only made Miranda break into another hysterical fit of giggles. She wasn't laughing at him exactly, though she couldn't help but find the situation amusing. "Just say when, dear," she remarked, insisting that he ask for help before she rescued him. This was a situation she was confident she'd have no problem tackling, unlike him who had very little experience with little people. She flipped another page of her fashion magazine, while humming a tune to herself, as if she didn't have a care in the world.
The only problem there was that Rufus was just a little bit too stubborn to admit that he needed help. If he could handle supernatural just about anything, then he should be able to handle two small people, in his opinion. With one hand holding the clean diaper over the freely peeing Brody's nether region, he reached for a fresh diaper, only to feel Evy slip, making a grab for her before she hit the floor. Feeling ever so slightly defeated, he sighed reluctantly, re-thinking the situation. "You realize you get to do both feeds for putting me through this, right?" he threatened his wife.
"Hmm, methinks someone's forgotten that I've already done over twenty years of childcare. You have a lot of catching up to do, my darling," she teased back, unflustered by his threat. "Besides, there's no better way to learn than from experience. Isn't that what you tell your students?" Flip. There went another page of the magazine, that she wasn't really paying much attention to anyway.
His eyes narrowed, promising retribution at some point for her putting him through all this. "You, angel, are skating on thin ice," he informed her affectionately, turning his focus onto his immediate problem. Evy ended up propped between his thighs where he knelt on the floor, leaving both hands free to finish up with Brody. With a slightly smug look in his eyes, he aimed the now clean boy in his grandmother's direction and let go, watching the clumsy crawling for a moment or two before finally laying Evy down and starting on her.
"And what exactly are you going to do about it, Rufio' Spank me?" she asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. They both knew that wasn't much of a threat and that there wasn't really much he could threaten her with, except perhaps withholding sex, which was nearly impossible for them both. "Shall I fetch you a clean shirt?" she asked innocently, as she set the magazine aside to catch the crawling boy once he arrived at his destination.
"No, I think I want to smother you in a fond embrace before I change, thank you very much," Rufus told her firmly, bent over the finally quieting Evy as he wiped, swiped, and covered up the wriggling baby girl. "Because your grandmother deserves to be just as covered in boy wee as I do, doesn't she" See, Evy agrees with me."
"Evy doesn't have a clue what you're talking about, darling," she reminded him, sweeping her grandson up off the floor as easily as if he weighed nothing. She wasn't about to get smothered in baby widdle, her husband's final threat finally causing her to take action. "How do you feel about feeding them dinner later?" she inquired mischievously. "I think they're having peas."
Tucking Evy between his knees again, Rufus cleared up the debris left behind after his adventure in diapering as he answered. "I will only feed them if you promise that I am not going to be changing them again. Tit for tat, woman."
"Oh, Rufus, you know I'm only teasing you," she told him at last as she took her charge with her into the bedroom to fetch her husband a clean shirt. You could be sure it would be designer, but something casual and comfortable. "It's not my fault Bethany had twins, you know," she called from the bedroom, though it kind of was since twins ran in the family.
"It runs in your family," he pointed out, finally regaining his feet with a gurgling Evy on his hip. He looked down at his soggy shirt with a sigh. "And I'm sure the lack of inbred manners is from your side, as well," he added in amusement, following his wife into the bedroom. "No child from my side would dream of going to the toilet on their patriarch."
She couldn't help but laugh at his remark, even as she pulled a clean shirt from the closet, Brody nestled easily against one hip. "Yes, I'm sure the poor boy knew exactly what he was doing when he decided to hose you down," she remarked, both of them knowing how ridiculous that was. "I'm sure it never occurred to you that the cool air might have done it."
Once she had the clean shirt in hand, she crossed the room to where he was, swapping the shirt for the other twin, one easily balanced against each hip. The older the twins got, the harder it was going to be keeping up with them, but for now, they were still fairly immobile and manageable. "I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt regarding your remark about their lack of inbred manners," she warned him.
Handing Evy easily over to her, Rufus chuckled, pulling his wet shirt off over his head. Despite what certain members of the family insisted on calling his advancing age, he was still a remarkably fit man, with a musculature that many men half his age would have killed for. The wee soaked shirt went straight into the laundry basket before the clean one was pulled on. "My dastardly plan has worked, I see," he grinned at his wife. "Someone has no hands left."
If she'd had her hands free, it was likely she'd have distracted him for a little while from putting that shirt back on, but with both arms full of twin babies, that just wasn't possible right now. "And what exactly does that mean?" she asked, arching both perfectly-plucked eyebrows at him. She trusted him about as far as she could throw him, which obviously wasn't very far, if at all. "You have that look on your face, Rufus," she said, taking one step backwards.
His grin turned into a smirk as he advanced on her, knowing as well as she did that he wasn't going to do anything that would endanger the babies that were curled against her shoulders. "And what look would that be, my angel?" he asked innocently, pouring on his most charming smile as he looked down at her.
It had been almost six months since Miranda and Rufus had become grandparents - almost six months and Miranda was still walking on air. And why shouldn't she" She'd been robbed of her own happily ever after for so long, it seemed only the more sweeter for the waiting, and it filled her heart with joy to see her Bethany fulfilling her own dreams. Right at the moment, though she was laughing her fool head off at the sight of Rufus trying to juggle two wiggling babies, both of whom needed changing. "Any time you need rescuing, just say so, my love," she teased, unable to wipe the smirk from her face.
Rufus, despite his inherent tendency to panic when left alone with his grandchildren, seemed determined to at least cope, however. "Yes, yes, thank you, darling," he grumbled, rolling his eyes at his laughing wife. He had Evy on one shoulder, wailing into his ear about her dirty diaper while gumming on his collar, and Brody on the changing mat, halfway through his own change. "There's nothing stopping you from pitching in here, you - Oh, for goodness ..." And the reason for that interruption' Brody had just scored a direct hit on his grandfather's shirt with a perfectly aimed spray of widdle.
Which, of course, only made Miranda break into another hysterical fit of giggles. She wasn't laughing at him exactly, though she couldn't help but find the situation amusing. "Just say when, dear," she remarked, insisting that he ask for help before she rescued him. This was a situation she was confident she'd have no problem tackling, unlike him who had very little experience with little people. She flipped another page of her fashion magazine, while humming a tune to herself, as if she didn't have a care in the world.
The only problem there was that Rufus was just a little bit too stubborn to admit that he needed help. If he could handle supernatural just about anything, then he should be able to handle two small people, in his opinion. With one hand holding the clean diaper over the freely peeing Brody's nether region, he reached for a fresh diaper, only to feel Evy slip, making a grab for her before she hit the floor. Feeling ever so slightly defeated, he sighed reluctantly, re-thinking the situation. "You realize you get to do both feeds for putting me through this, right?" he threatened his wife.
"Hmm, methinks someone's forgotten that I've already done over twenty years of childcare. You have a lot of catching up to do, my darling," she teased back, unflustered by his threat. "Besides, there's no better way to learn than from experience. Isn't that what you tell your students?" Flip. There went another page of the magazine, that she wasn't really paying much attention to anyway.
His eyes narrowed, promising retribution at some point for her putting him through all this. "You, angel, are skating on thin ice," he informed her affectionately, turning his focus onto his immediate problem. Evy ended up propped between his thighs where he knelt on the floor, leaving both hands free to finish up with Brody. With a slightly smug look in his eyes, he aimed the now clean boy in his grandmother's direction and let go, watching the clumsy crawling for a moment or two before finally laying Evy down and starting on her.
"And what exactly are you going to do about it, Rufio' Spank me?" she asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. They both knew that wasn't much of a threat and that there wasn't really much he could threaten her with, except perhaps withholding sex, which was nearly impossible for them both. "Shall I fetch you a clean shirt?" she asked innocently, as she set the magazine aside to catch the crawling boy once he arrived at his destination.
"No, I think I want to smother you in a fond embrace before I change, thank you very much," Rufus told her firmly, bent over the finally quieting Evy as he wiped, swiped, and covered up the wriggling baby girl. "Because your grandmother deserves to be just as covered in boy wee as I do, doesn't she" See, Evy agrees with me."
"Evy doesn't have a clue what you're talking about, darling," she reminded him, sweeping her grandson up off the floor as easily as if he weighed nothing. She wasn't about to get smothered in baby widdle, her husband's final threat finally causing her to take action. "How do you feel about feeding them dinner later?" she inquired mischievously. "I think they're having peas."
Tucking Evy between his knees again, Rufus cleared up the debris left behind after his adventure in diapering as he answered. "I will only feed them if you promise that I am not going to be changing them again. Tit for tat, woman."
"Oh, Rufus, you know I'm only teasing you," she told him at last as she took her charge with her into the bedroom to fetch her husband a clean shirt. You could be sure it would be designer, but something casual and comfortable. "It's not my fault Bethany had twins, you know," she called from the bedroom, though it kind of was since twins ran in the family.
"It runs in your family," he pointed out, finally regaining his feet with a gurgling Evy on his hip. He looked down at his soggy shirt with a sigh. "And I'm sure the lack of inbred manners is from your side, as well," he added in amusement, following his wife into the bedroom. "No child from my side would dream of going to the toilet on their patriarch."
She couldn't help but laugh at his remark, even as she pulled a clean shirt from the closet, Brody nestled easily against one hip. "Yes, I'm sure the poor boy knew exactly what he was doing when he decided to hose you down," she remarked, both of them knowing how ridiculous that was. "I'm sure it never occurred to you that the cool air might have done it."
Once she had the clean shirt in hand, she crossed the room to where he was, swapping the shirt for the other twin, one easily balanced against each hip. The older the twins got, the harder it was going to be keeping up with them, but for now, they were still fairly immobile and manageable. "I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt regarding your remark about their lack of inbred manners," she warned him.
Handing Evy easily over to her, Rufus chuckled, pulling his wet shirt off over his head. Despite what certain members of the family insisted on calling his advancing age, he was still a remarkably fit man, with a musculature that many men half his age would have killed for. The wee soaked shirt went straight into the laundry basket before the clean one was pulled on. "My dastardly plan has worked, I see," he grinned at his wife. "Someone has no hands left."
If she'd had her hands free, it was likely she'd have distracted him for a little while from putting that shirt back on, but with both arms full of twin babies, that just wasn't possible right now. "And what exactly does that mean?" she asked, arching both perfectly-plucked eyebrows at him. She trusted him about as far as she could throw him, which obviously wasn't very far, if at all. "You have that look on your face, Rufus," she said, taking one step backwards.
His grin turned into a smirk as he advanced on her, knowing as well as she did that he wasn't going to do anything that would endanger the babies that were curled against her shoulders. "And what look would that be, my angel?" he asked innocently, pouring on his most charming smile as he looked down at her.