#threads.liam

"I know I probably sound a little bit biased, but our mixed genetics? Top tier. Those babies are good looking little geniuses, they're gonna be freaking unstoppable," Lennon stepped up behind Liam, wrapping his arms around his best friend's waist and resting his chin on the other's shoulder with a grin. "Onyx crawled backwards today. Crawling forwards is, like, just around the corner, I can feel it." The other twin had been crawling for almost a week now, which was funny to Lennon. He hadn't really thought about the fact that the twins wouldn't be doing the exact same thing at the exact same time. And he was a little nervous about when they were both mobile, because that realization came with the new one that the twins were likely going to be moving in different directions. "How are you doing?" He asked after a silent moment or two, leaning his head so it was his cheek on Liam's shoulder, eyes searching his expression.

Lennon was lighting a candle when he felt new eyes on him, and he turned to see Liam entering the room. Grinning, he shook out the match he'd been using, and dropped it on the surface next to the candle. "The twins are fed, clean, and in a safe space," he said, pointing at the playpen he'd set up with some of their favorite toys, both infants happily slobbering and cooing away. "You've got my undivided attention for as long as you'll have it," he added, opening his arms to the other.

It wasn't like Emrys was known for being a big ole softie. In fact, he was pretty sure nobody had ever entrusted him alone with small children. He wasn't really a responsible adult. Hell, he wasn't even a responsible child. He was one of the most irresponsible people he knew, even he could admit that. But when he saw the little crawling thing on the ground when nobody else seemed to, he couldn't just leave it there.

"C'mere, you," he mumbled, scooping up the small child, who giggled and cooed as if nothing could hurt it. Emrys wrinkled his nose as he stared at it, though he knew it looked familiar. It was definitely a commune baby, one of the twins that belonged to those ghost hunters, or whatever they were.

Thankfully, it didn't take him long to find Liam, maybe fifteen minutes altogether. And he poked him in the shoulder to get him to turn around, nodding pointedly towards the baby he was holding. And holding awkwardly, at that, both hands supporting the thing's heavier lower half while Onyx' hands waved about and he laughed at whatever the hell he thought Emrys was doing that was so funny. "This is yours, right?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the other.

Lennon loved festivals like this, he had his whole life. He remembered his sister helping him dress up like a knight for the renaissance faire when he was only seven years old, and he remembered how proud he'd been to strut down the street in his costume in broad daylight. He'd always liked dressing up.

On some level he knew he could've dressed up for this. Even with his belly, heavy and round, he could've worn some sort of tunic and made it work. Maybe walked around with a novelty mug, pretend to be a medieval drunkard or something. But instead, he hadn't even tried. Lennon had just glared at Liam, let himself feel jealous about the showmanship he presented, and then used a rubber band to keep his jeans closed under his stomach. "Why does it have to be so hot today?" He complained, hands moving as he spoke, and making a face at Liam. "I'm gonna melt, dude."