Donald Davenport sat at his desk in his basement lab eyeing the moderately sized stack of childcare books staring back at him. He had no idea what he had got himself into. Just one month earlier, Donald had stumbled upon three young children in Douglas's, his own brother's lab. Just one month, since Donald kicked his brother out of Davenport Industries for conducting illegal and unethical experiments. Just one month, since Donald had last seen his brother. He missed him deeply.
Davenport turned his attention to the three children that now occupied his lab. The eldest, who was three years old, was named Adam. Bree, was two years old and the only girl. And then there Chase who was the youngest, and only fifteen months old. Each of them had a bionic chip implant in their necks, curtesy of Douglas. Donald was still trying to make sense of this.
"Dee!" A small voice screamed, pulling the inventor out of his thoughts. He was still getting used to the fact that the young kids couldn't quite say Davenport.
"Dee!" The voice screamed louder. Donald walked further into his lab to find that the source of the noise was coming from Adam. The oldest boy was laying sprawled out on his back on the floor.
"What is it Adam?" Davenport questioned furrowing his brow in curiosity.
"I'm bored..." The three year old answered putting much emphasis on the second word.
"Oh. Why don't I put on some cartoons for you then?"
Adam's face morphed into a smile. "Okay." The boy ran ahead into the game room and Donald came in after him.
Davenport sat on the couch next to Adam and turned on Looney Tunes, his favorite show as a child. The young boy's giggles were enough to put a smile on Donald's face.
A few moments later, Donald could hear the pitter-patter of little feet entering the room. They belonged to Bree. She was carrying her plush doll, aptly named 'Dolly'.
"Hey Bree." Donald greets as the two year old walks into the room. "Do you want to watch tv with us?"
"Yah." She responds turning her gaze over to the television.
"Okay come here." Donald picks her up very carefully, almost as if she was fragile and delicate, and sets her down on his lap.
Suddenly, a cry echoes through the lab. Donald instinctively covers his ears. 'What now?' He thought to himself.
"I'll be right back guys." Davenport puts Bree on couch next to her brother and gets up to address the crying.
The crying gets louder as the young inventor nears the area where the capsules were. Chase was standing up, leaning against his capsule, and screaming his head off.
"Looks like you woke up from your nap." Donald sighs, opening Chase's capsule, taking him out, and holding him for a bit. The crying started to die down into little whimpers at a time. Donald takes him into the game room.
Davenport grabs the box of wooden blocks he had bought for the boy last week.
"Here, you play with these." Donald sets the youngest boy on the carpet next to the blocks.
"Bock!" Chase shrieked, grabbing a red block and proceeding to put it in his mouth.
"Yeah, that's right." Donald cracked a smile and sat down on the floor. He looked over at Adam who was engrossed in the tv, draping himself over the couch. Bree had grabbed a coloring book and began to scribble in it. Maybe raising children wouldn't be so bad after all.