Girls.
Violet, and Susan.
And now it was time for them all to go home, get the babies settled in and check in on Helen and Sammie - who'd practically become part of the whole family.
"Honey," said Ambrose, cradling Violet, "I'm starving."


Virginia rolled her eyes as she walked away with Susan in her arms.

"Brosie," she said through gritted teeth, "I've been through a few hours of crippling labour, I'm exhausted and stinky. Suck it up."

Ambrose still hadn't forgiven her for pulling that stunt with the bicycle, but he was prepared to put it aside and made a vow to keep an even closer eye on her. This time, when they got into the taxi, Virginia did not complain about the carbon footprint. Maybe that's because she was still pretty exhausted from having the twins.
They got home only to find Helen getting a phone call. It was a long lost 'Auntie Francine' (from Helen's side of the family) who thought it would be fun to give the twins a pair of creepy looking dolls. Aunt Francine was a notorious oddball anyways.

Just to humour her, Ambrose and Virginia decided to put the dolls in the cribs, just to keep each girl happy. However, this had a mixed reaction from the twin babies.

For Violet, she was fast asleep and didn't mind her toy's company.

For Susan however, she was just a little bit afraid of it, so much so that she could not sleep for the longest time. just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Almost looking as though she was waiting for it to come alive or something......

Anyways, they were happy to see that Sammie had done his job properly and had kept Helen happy, hunger free, stink free and overall amused and content.


In the next update:
Progress on construction