(Not my og au!)

“ EMMEEETTTTT! Yours set their crib on fire!!! Again!!!! “

Ingo called from your newborn twins nursery, you heard Emmet coming from the kitchen downstairs with what you assumed was the fire extinguisher— The annoying, but almost familiar sound of the fire alarm beeped distantly.

Your husbands insisted you rest after delivering your babies into the world— But so far, it had been nothing but chaos. One baby set things on fire, the other would make the entire block lose power. Not on purpose of course— They were literal newborns who couldn’t even hold their heads up by themselves yet, but it was running Ingo and Emmet thin.

The twins began to cry, and the fathers begrudgingly came to your bedside. Emmet still had an apron on while Ingo had drool on his shirt. Both had their respective baby.

“ W..We hate to ask- But.. But could they lay with you..??? F..For just a moment. So we can air out to nursery and asses damage. “

Emmet asked, a little ashamed he couldn’t keep both babies calm.