Michael: Michael stepped into the house and sighed as he met eyes with you. It was a madhouse. Michael had thought you were being dramatic, but as soon as he heard the screaming, he knew you were serious. "I can't get them to stop," you sighed. "You're up. I'm out," with that you grabbed your keys and left, having a doctor's appointment to make. Michael sighed and headed upstairs, where he could hear four year old twins Isaac and Hannah fighting with their cousin Jake.
"We're not the same! We're different!" Hannah shrieked at the six year old.
"You guys look the same," he said. "And you're the same age. So you guys are the same," he giggled.
"But I'm a boy and she's a girl! We're different!" Isaac insisted, stomping his feet.
"I can't even tell a difference between you two," Jake replied seriously. "I think one of you is real and one of you is fake."
"We're both real!" Hannah shrieked, eyes filling with tears. "We're both real, Jake! You're a meanie!" Michael took that moment to walk in, and his kids turned to look at him and immediately ran to him, upset.
"Tell Jake we're real!" Isaac begged, clinging to his dad's legs. Michael sighed and rubbed his face, trying to assess the situation. However, Hannah took that silence as a bad thing and began to cry harder.
"One of us isn't real!" she wailed. "Daddy! Why aren't we real?!" Michael sighed and sat down between them, pulling them into his lap. Jake ran off, but Michael could deal with him later.
"You both are very much real. Jake's just being mean and teasing you guys. Neither one of you is fake and you both are very, very different. I promise," Michael hugged them both, taking turns kissing them on the head.
"What if people always think we're the same?" Hannah sniffled sadly. "We'll never have friends!" she fretted.
"Yes you will," he promised. "You guys are going to have lots and lots of friends," he smiled, nuzzling her cutely. "Stop crying, my love. Everything's fine,"
"Why is Jake so mean, Daddy?" Isaac frowned, taking his shirt and using it to wipe his eyes. Michael sighed.
"I don't know about that yet, but I'm going to go find out here in a minute once I'm sure you two are squared away."
"What does that mean? We're not squares!" Hannah giggled. Michael smiled.
"I know, it just means I'm going to make sure you both are okay and know that everyone loves you very, very much and that you both are real. Do you understand that?" Michael asked. Both his children nodded and he nodded right back, kissing them again before standing. "Good. You guys play here while I go find Jake, yeah?" He watched as the twins ran off to play with Legos, and then he went to find Jake.
He didn't have to go far - Jake was sitting on the stairs, knowing he was in trouble. "Hey, Jake. What was that all about?" Michael asked quietly as he took a seat next to his nephew. Jake shrugged, but Michael gave him a warning look that made him start talking.
"I don't know! I just wanted to see what it was like to be mean on purpose," he mumbled. "I shouldn't have done it, I know. I'm sorry," he frowned up at his uncle. Michael sighed.
"Well, it's not me you should be apologizing to, is it?" he replied simply, deciding to not even breach the "see what it was like" and instead reminding himself to tell Ashton of it later.
"I know. I'm going," Jake whispered, standing and retreating back to the playroom.
Calum: Kayla and Nebraska were shut away in Nebraska's room, but Calum could hear their giggling down the hallway. His three year old daughter had begged him to let her have Kayla over for a sleepover, and Calum was finally able to make the schedules match up.
So he had two young girls, hyped up on pizza and sugar, laying in Nebraska's bed watching a Disney movie in their pajamas. Calum was sitting in his office and writing a few emails, wanting to stay close in case he was needed but not wanting to intrude.
Awhile later, the noise all died down and Calum headed down the hall to check on them, smiling as he walked in and found the two girls fast asleep on the bed, Nebraska clutching her baby blanket in her hands. Kayla was splayed out across the remainder of the bed, and Calum smiled, turning off the TV and lights before he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Calum made sure the house was locked up before he turned in for the night, falling asleep on his bed with his clothes still on.
The next morning Calum awoke to the bed creaking, and he opened his eyes to see Nebraska crawling up beside him. "Hi sweetie," he mumbled quietly, reaching for her and cuddling her close. "How'd you sleep?"
"Kayla has to go home now, Daddy," his daughter replied sadly, laying down and covering her face with the little blanket.
"What do you mean, 'Bras?" Calum yawned, propping his head on his hand.
"She made fun of my blanket, Daddy. She said it was old and needed to get thrown away because I'm too old for it," Nebraska frowned, her hand clutching tighter to her blanket. Calum ticked his tongue on the back of his teeth, reaching out and smoothing her hair down.
"Well Nebraska, Kayla's wrong. She can't tell you anything about your blanket," Calum cleared his throat and laid back, pulling his daughter with him. "That is your blanket and you can keep it as long as you want."
"You don't think that I need to get rid of it?" she asked quietly. Calum looked down at his daughter with her big eyes and worried lips and shook his head.
"No baby. I think your blanket is really cool and I think you should keep it as long as you can," Calum smiled, poking her nose playfully. Nebraska giggled and hid her face behind the blanket, and Calum laid with her for a few moments before looking up and seeing Kayla in the doorway. "Hi, Kayla," Calum smiled.
"Nebraska I'm really sorry about what I said," Kayla replied in lieu of a greeting to her uncle. "It was really really mean." Calum watched as Kayla climbed up onto the bed and sat across from her cousin.
"It's okay," Nebraska replied quietly as she looked down at the blanket in her hands. "I forgive you," she smiled at her cousin. Calum watched quietly with a smile, also kind of glad that he didn't have to lecture anyone this early in the morning. Instead, he stood up and stretched.
"Well, how about we get some pancakes made up, huh?" Calum grinned, watching as the two girls shrieked happily and ran from the room
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