The gentle silence is broken by loud crying and constant movement in your arms. It jerks you awake. Looking down you see the little bundles desperately trying to get away from the yellow one. Then the smell hits you. It seems the yellow one has soiled herself and now sits in its own filth with a look of dread on her face. "Great" you mumble as you remove the eletic blanket and walk briskly to the bathroom. You ponderd using the sink but decide to use the tub instead. That way you'll have more room to work. You grab a nearby basin to put them in while you toss the towel in a nearby hamper and begin running the bath, much to the displeasure of the bundles. You only fill the tub enough so that it forms a puddle. After checking the temperature you look back to the basin and to your horror it seems like they've all...used the bathroom. Your eyebrow twitches but you relax, reminding yourself that they're essentially babies.
So after a quick mood check you place them all into the tub and watch the scene pay out. The orange and blue ones are chasing each other around the tub making what sounds like happy chirps. The pink one is simply rolling around in the water, somehow its mane, well I guess you could call it that has become poofy. The purple one is just staring at the tub walls as if she is examining them. You can tell the white one is a diva as she sits calmly while washing herself. But the yellow one is just sitting there with its head down. Trying to touch her only makes het whimper and shiver, So you give it it's space. Honestly watching these things reminds you of her. How you used to wash her in the tub. Your heart wretches and you place a hand over your mouth to suppress a sob. You remind yourself that was a long time ago and you need to stop behaving in such a way. You quickly leave and return with fresh towels and to your surprise the yellow one is reaching for you.
Well not you the bunny towel you mistakenly grabbed. But if thats what she wants, fine. You pick her up first and dry her only a little. She seems to be content with snuggling the towel so she'll dry herself. The other ones become seemingly jealous of the yellow one's unexpected gift and begin puffing their cheeks and refusing to let you dry them. But you're a smart man. You leave and return with colored towels, one for each of them. You chuckle. Now they're happy. Each of them have their own color coded ones. Then you glance at the clock and your eyes go wide. "Its...3...am" you say disbelivingly. You gather them all up and take them to your bedroom. Placing them all in a little circle and wrap yourself around them and they fidget slightly. If you know infants they'll fall asleep again and you're right. One by one they fall asleep. "Its too damn early for this" you mutter before knocking out yourself.
