Anon prompt: tamsin being a panicky and overprotective mom (:


"Do you think they'll be okay?", Tamsin says with panic on the edge of every word. "I mean, do you think we left enough diapers? And formula, did you stock up on formula? What if Espen gets sick? And what about Ethan, who's going to read Ethan a bedtime story?"

Lauren chuckles at her wife, always amused by the overprotective side that only came out when they had to leave their boys for a night or two. Or when they drop them off at school or daycare. Or during hockey matches. Or when they took them to the playground.

Okay, Lauren thinks, so maybe Tamsin has made a habit of being a little bit of a worrier.

"Dyson will read him a bedtime story", Lauren says as she leans across the center counsel and places a gentle kiss to Tamsin on the cheek as she drives. "And yes, there's plenty of diapers. And formula. And I left all the emergency numbers on the fridge. He's 2000 years old, I think he can figure it out Tamsin."

The valkyrie sighs, knowing that Lauren was right. She always got like this when her and Lauren went out of town – once they arrived at the restaurant, though, she knew she would settle down. Or at least she would be able to keep her crazy internalized for a while.

"I just don't know if he's the best babysitter, doc. I mean last time he took Ethan hiking the poor kid ended up with poison ivy, and –"

"And last time you and Ethan were playing hockey he had to get stitches", Lauren interrupts as she places a reassuring hand on Tamsin's thigh. "Dyson always watches the boys. It's been 5 years, hon, I really do think he can handle one more night of babysitting."

Tamsin pouts and sends Lauren a side long glance.

"He's going to eat all of our cereal again."

"So we'll buy more!" Lauren laughs at her wife's protruding lower lip and the truly pathetic whimper she lets out. "You're such a big mushball sometimes, officer. Better not let that get out to everyone at work."

"I'm not a mushball", Tamsin defends, "I just want to make sure the boys are okay. And that there's cereal for me when we get back in the morning."

As if on cue, Lauren's cellphone rings. She tolls her eyes in Tamsin's direction before looking to the called ID.

"Dyson is calling", the doctor says quietly. Tamsin immediately pulls the car to the side of the road and snatches the phone out of Lauren's hand before she can even greet the wolf.

"I swear to Odin, Dyson, if a single hair on either of my kid's heads is out of place I will turn this car around and personally feed your wolf junk to a pack of Lupercuses."

Lauren flinches with her wife's every word, and watches with worried eyes as Tamsin mutters quiet 'okays' to Dyson before hanging up and tossing the phone back in to Lauren's lap. Without another word, the valkyrie pulls the car back out on to the highway and resumes driving in silence.

"Well?", Lauren questions. "Is everyone okay?"

Tamsin offers Lauren a sheepish grin before shrugging.

"You got a package. He wanted to let you know he signed for it and it's in the study."

Lauren's laughter could probably be heard by anyone in the surrounding areas. The valkyrie knew there was no way either her wife or Dyson were ever going to let her live that down.