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She then ushered the kids into the kitchen, which she turned into a game of "spot the kitchen" because she had no idea where it was.
Lucas, pulling on the hem of the robe, led the way again. She carried the baby in her arms, who had awakened dramatically hungry, while Princess C held onto the belt dangling down the front of the bathrobe as if Dakota would fly off into oblivion if she let go.
The first order of business was to look up instructions for making a baby bottle online. Both Lucas and Princess C were extremely helpful in showing her where baby Daisy’s feeding bag was, which their mother had packed the night before.
They had basically arrived with a slew of toys their mother had packed for them as well. Logically, she supposed the transition from living with their mom to their new dads… who were also their uncles... was made a little easier with the familiarity of their old things.
Her heart broke a little for them, but then she remembered how it was clearly obvious that their new dads would move planets around for them. In that respect, they were the luckiest kids around.
It took her three tries to get the exact measurements she needed to make the bottle.
But by that time, Lucas and Princess C were ready to keel over from dire hunger also, so before she started to feed Daisy, she quickly found a box of pop tarts, stuck them in the microwave for a few seconds, and then told them to count to 100 before they could eat because it might be too hot.
Look at her being somewhat maternal and remembering that they were little and would probably burn their little tongues.
"Pop tarts!" Princess C exclaimed.
"Just this once," Dakota said. "I’m sure you’re supposed to be eating kale or something like that."
That done, she sat down on a chair, propped her phone against a fruit bowl, and watched a video on how to feed a baby a bottle.
Lucky for her, Daisy was hungry and took the lead.
Their day passed in a blur of chaos and destruction.
Although she did surprise herself.
First, she hadn’t lost a single kid in their huge-ass house.
Second, their lunch had been way more nutritious than pop tarts.
Okay, so maybe she had gotten them to eat only two vegetables, but it was a start.
She'd try to persuade them to add something green to the French fries and ketchup they'd all eaten today. They were really picky eaters. If she couldn’t get them to eat their greens, she was going to make them drink them.
Eww for them.
In the meantime, she had managed to call Raven, not only to update her on the latest strange turn of events in her life but also to pack her some clothes and toiletries and bring them to her, as she was now responsible for three children and had no intention of leaving the house with them.
Raven, who had been a darling, dropped off her bag and then quickly had to leave for work.
She swapped the robe for proper clothes then remembered her wet clothes from earlier that day and collected them then shoved them into the washer for a cycle. All done with three kids in tow.
She sighed in relief when a cleaning company dropped by and cleaned the entire house. But that didn’t last long.
Her Merry Band of Chaos Creator, aka the kids, seemed to gravitate toward the living room, where she had met them for the first time, so she made a point of clearing out all of the alcohol first. She wasn’t taking another chance with that again.
Princess C kept sneezing and sniffling and complaining she was cold, but it was because of the air conditioning, and Dakota had to turn that off and open the doors to let in the little breeze the very hot day offered.
Princess C also cried for ten minutes straight because she discovered her shadow and didn’t like it very much. Dakota had to cover the floor with a duvet and pull said duvet with Princess C on it whenever she wanted to move.
Dragon Slayer knocked over two vases and a statue in the midst of one of his battles. She fed him the idea that instead of being a dragon slayer, he should be a dragon king because she was afraid there would be nothing left of their house, which was so not childproof.
Who wouldn't want to be the Dragon King? She told him he deserved the title. He’d been in battle for so long, he could retire now.
He bought into the idea and took up painting.
On the walls.
