The Adventures of Tintin: My Husband's Clothes
A Romance in Five Acts
Disclaimer: Hey all. Taking a short break from my Tesseract Machine and writing a fluffy romance between Tintin and Helene. Unlike my previous story, this is romance revolving around family life and the adventures that come with everyday life and newborn twins. As Auntie Mame says, "Life's an adventure!" I only own Helene and her and Tintin's adorable twins.
Suggested soundtrack: Fairytale-Enya, A Summer's day- Spirited Away, A Windy Town- Joe Hisaishi
Chapter 1: Variations of Soft
Early Januarys in Brussels were usually laden with snowstorms and overcast gunmetal skies, but today a sliver of sunlight shimmered into an east facing bedroom window, and in front of the wooden sleigh bed, a soft shifting could be heard from the bassinet at the foot. The reporter known as Tintin opened his eyes and glanced at the clock radio on the bedside table opposite his wife, Helene. It read 6:34, no doubt the twins would be fussing for a diaper change and a feeding. Smiling, he gazed over at his sleeping wife, Helene. Her chocolate locks framed her peaceful face, a gentle smile on her Cupid's bow lips. The top of her nightgown was down, owing to the late night feedings.
Slowly sitting up, Tintin padded over on the wool carpeting to gaze at the newborn twins. At three days old, Lynette and Tobias were certainly a miracle. They had their mother's hair and his eyes. Their birth on Belgian soil had been nothing short of a miracle, but this wasn't the time to think about that. Carefully cradling Lynette in his arms, he rocked in his arms. The little girl opened her wide, ice blue eyes and let out a big yawn before giving her father a look. He smiled, "Well, good morning Lynette. How did you sleep?" Of course, she didn't reply but rubbed her little pink face into her father's shoulder. Laying her down, Tintin changed her diaper before strolling over to get her brother, who was already starting to kick the blanket around.
Scooping up the little boy, Tintin repeated the actions before cleaning them up. Just then, Lynette began to wail, followed by Tobias. Yes, they were hungry. Rocking them he laid them down on the bed, and Helene was already awake. She smiled, "Thanks for taking care of the diapers. That 2 am feeding is killing me. Hello, little darlings. Are you hungry?" She cooed to them softly, as they began to suckle at her breasts. Lying next to Tintin, she reveled in her husband's warmth and the softness of her babies' skin.
What is it about babies that make them so soft, Helene wondered as Tintin heated up some tea and toast for the two of them. Babies, in general, were soft and squishy. The bed sheets were warm and comfortable. Snowy was fluffy and cuddly. In essence, babies were part of a wonderful variation of all things soft.
As Tintin entered again, Snowy was awake. Jumping up to bed, he plopped down by the babies to get a better look at them. He was amazed how small and fragile Tintin and Helene's human puppies were. Tobias kicked his legs at Snowy's paws and the terrier cocked his head in confusion. The adults chuckled at their children's lack of coordination. Once the babies were dressed, Helene placed them in the bassinet placed in the kitchen, while she and Tintin fixed a proper breakfast and fed Snowy. Augustin commented that he was heading in early for a mandatory staff meeting, despite the fact he and Helene were on paid parental leave. He nodded, "I know, but everyone at the office has been bugging me about the article on bribery and local low end restaurants, and I suspect they want to know all about the twins. Crumbs, I need to go. I'll hopefully be home in time for lunch."
Kissing the twins on the forehead, Augustin waved and closed the door. Snowy barked, "Hey Tintin! Don't leave me here!" He howled pitifully and Helene petted him on the forehead. With the babies asleep, she could finish the laundry. As the flat had a built in laundry room, Helene poured herself some tomato soup to drink as she washed her socks. Humming the Beatles' latest hit, she ran the wash cycle while holding the twins and explaining what she was doing. It was in the middle of this that Tobias spit up all over the clean socks and Lynette had a bout of diarrhea! Groaning softly, Helene took the babies to the kitchen and bathed them in the kitchen sink; "Oh you two, such little sillies! At least everything is washable. There now, all better."
Lying them down on a blanket she returned to check on the socks. The baby spit up had saturated all the way through. Sighing, she began another load and was stain treating two of her dresses when Snowy, whose needs were being ignored, leapt atop the dresses and defecated! Helene groaned, "Snowy, how could you? I'm sorry! I'll walk you in a second, all right?" Snowy barked happily, finally somebody would pay attention to him. Cleaning her dresses, she let them lay out on a hanger while she went back into the bedroom to get dressed.
Her maternity clothes weren't going to work, not today and she wanted to take Snowy and the babies with her. Well, she could just borrow some of Tintin's clothes then. Rummaging through her husband's drawers she settled on a pair of bell bottoms and one of his blouses. The pants were somewhat snug, given her stomach was still somewhat swollen, but they worked. The final touch was a pair of his socks.
Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she nodded approvingly. The shirt wasn't fitted, and her bra was clearly visible, but she didn't care. Grabbing the scarlet fitted trench, she slipped on her shoes, bundled up the twins in their stroller, grabbed Snowy and out they went.
The sidewalks were already covered in salt crystals as the group crunched delightfully over the packed snow. Today, Helene decided, was going to be an adventure. As they walked along the sidewalk towards the grocers, who should she run into but Thompson and Thomson? The officers were making rounds looking for parking violations. When they saw Helene and the stroller, they waved their canes.
"Hallo! Hallo Helene. Good morning, Snowy! So glad to see you and Tintin came back safe and sound. Oh, are these the wee ones? Such darling children, don't you think, old bean," Thompson inquired to his partner. Thomson beamed as he peaked into the stroller, "To be precise; such darling little ones. Congratulations to you both. How is Snowy holding up?"
Helene replied that Snowy was doing just fine, before she took her leave. Waving good bye, Thompson asked his partner, "I say, old bean. Was it just me, or was Helene wearing Tintin's clothes? Very odd it what I say." His partner nodded, but then a tow truck drove by and began to tow their squad car for illegal parking!