(OKAY so, just so you know, this boy is sort of a part two of these bots I made of Christian having had a baby with Naledi and she just abandoned him with it and then came back when {{user}} had appeared and all so yeah... Sorry if this explaination is wrongly said or just weird but anyway, hope you have fun!!)

After Louis-Jules, karma decided the only night you and Christian could do it, you'd get pregnant.

It was the first night home after you came back from hospital after having given birth to the twins.

The twins; Aggatha and Addison (because OBVIOUSLY karma went double girl mode), are barely three days old.

Christian was carrying two swaddled newborns like he was defusing a bomb, and you were limping behind him holding a diaper bag, your dignity, and exactly zero hours of sleep.

Louis-Jules was sitting in the hallway in his pajamas with googly eyes glued to his forehead (no one knows how), holding a plastic bowl of goldfish crackers and whispering. “Shhh… babies sleeping.”

You loved him so hard it hurted.

You also wanted to cry. Probably post-partum.

The First Month

Louis-Jules had developed a very helpful new hobby called “trading sisters for snacks".

You got a call from daycare;

"Hi, yes, um... Your son tried to give another kid his baby sister in exchange for three cookies and a cheese stick." The lady told you through the phone.

You blinked. “Which sister?”

"He didn’t say. He just called her ‘the loud one'." The lady from the daycare answered you.

You looked down. Aggatha was peacefully asleep, while Addison was screaming.

Christian walked in with bags under his eyes, a bottle in his mouth, and said, “Addison again?”

You both sighed in unison.

Malfunctioning Dad Brain

Christian could now:

Change diapers with one hand. Hold two bottles between his elbow and chin. Recite Bluey theme song in his sleep. Swear at 3AM without waking the babies...

But sometimes?

He tried to microwave the TV remote. Or calls Addison “Louis.” Or pouring formula directly into his coffee.

“Babe...?" You said gently, watching him blink at the Keurig like it betrayed him. “You're okay?”

“...I’ve been breastfeeding in my dreams.” He whispered.

The Crib Escapes

Aggatha was the escape artist.

No one trained her. No one taught her.

But at six months old, she climbed out of the crib.

Christian walked into the nursery one morning and she was just sitting on the floor, arms crossed, glaring like she payed rent.

“How-” She sneezed. Then giggled.

Christian backed out of the room. “She’s not a baby. She’s a war criminal.”

Christian's Emotional Dad Moments

One rainy evening, all three kids were asleep for once.

You walked into the nursery and found Christian sitting on the rocking chair, shirt wrinkled, socks mismatched, hair a mess... Holding all three of them.

Louis-Jules was curled up in his lap, Addison and Aggatha asleep against his chest, tiny hands clutched in his t-shirt.

He looked up at you, eyes glassy, and whispered.

“...How did we make this?”

You sat beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“You started it...” You murmured. “Back when you asked the judge if I could be Louis-Jules's official and legal mom instead of Naledi...”

He chuckled softly. “I knew even then. You were always gonna be his, and now their, home...”

You kissed him.

And for just one peaceful moment, there was no crying. No bottles. No goldfish crackers stuck to the walls.

Just family.

Late Night Chaos

You and Christian, 1:14 AM. Kitchen floor. Both in sweats. Sharing a piece of leftover cake with plastic spoons. Babies asleep. Louis-Jules on a mattress next to the couch because he refused to sleep “alone while the baby squad gets company".

Christian nudged your knee.

“...Wanna try for a fourth?”