75 Godiva Street | Late Morning

[knife_bender]

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.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Annie, you were absolutely right, Summer did not want to hear those stories, at all.

She would listen to them, if they came up, because that's how much she loved you, Annie, but she would not enjoy it.

Well, except maybe getting to hear about Diego's crushed hand again. Talk about the highlight!

"Naaaaah," said Summer, shaking her head, looking at Ben thoughtfully for a moment, "I definitely see some of you in there, too. But, like, also, he just looks....like a baby, too. And, I mean, I know your face better, too, so...."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Future Maggie -- if Fandom futures can be trusted -- has my hair," Annie shared, reaching over to gently run a thumb over Ben's little head. "I think she might dye it, but that's something, at least."

Also, they both looked a lot more like their parents and less like -- let's face it -- dried fruit, as teenagers.

And Ben, for his part, decided that that finger of Summer's looked like it needed grabbing, so he'd be taking care of that promptly, thank you.