Diego Hargreeves (
knife_bender) wrote2023-11-28 06:59 am
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75 Godiva Street | Late Morning
It had been a long and sleepless, but satisfying, 4 weeks with the twins at home. They were turning a month old on Friday, and Annie and Diego finally decided it was time for them to be introduced to the rest of the world. Diego would miss their little family bubble they had for a month, but he had to admit he was looking forward to talking to adults again.
They had sent texts out to various people inviting them over if they so wished (he was not about to force people to see his children), and ordered a pizza now that they were done with the healthy food Donna had supplied them with. The twins were dressed in cute outfits that they probably wouldn't put up with a couple months from now.
Of course Maggie immediately spit up on her little dress but he figured people were gonna have to get used to that like he had over the last couple weeks.
[Open post, if you think you got a text you did]
They had sent texts out to various people inviting them over if they so wished (he was not about to force people to see his children), and ordered a pizza now that they were done with the healthy food Donna had supplied them with. The twins were dressed in cute outfits that they probably wouldn't put up with a couple months from now.
Of course Maggie immediately spit up on her little dress but he figured people were gonna have to get used to that like he had over the last couple weeks.
[Open post, if you think you got a text you did]
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Oh, no, her precious breakable kids. For the first time ever, Annie saw a benefit to the whole Compound V thing -- she'd never once worried her mom by climbing a tree. (Unless a dress was in danger of dirtying.)
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Mostly because he'd give some child a concussion nailing them in the head with a ball.
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Annie's dodgeball advantages had even mostly just been good -- like, normal-good, not Diego-good -- aim, and a lack of bruises.
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And by 'league,' she meant Diego and Steve. Maybe herself once she was back on her feet. And then surely there were other weirdos who, like, took this kind of a thing as a class over the summer, right?
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Like, he was grateful for the adult conversation now, but he was still Diego.
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At least, in her experience.
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For some reason.
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