(A/N): Yeah I got sick of this chapter being useless and messing up the flow of things. So now it will be drabbles! The twins will vary in age with in these but they will never surpass the age of 4. You can kind of tell by the maturaty of their sentance structure. Other than that, don't worry to much about it. For the most part they're two going on three. A thanks goes out to Heart of Friendship (she just keeps getting mentioned huh) because she wrote some of these.

Horror

I fumbled around irritated at having to dig around in my pockets, looking like I was groping myself. When I was certain they weren't there I turned my attention to the break table. 'Crap.' Practically everything imaginable was piled onto that one surface. Did my co-workers have to be so sloppy? Sure, I did nothing to help prevent the mess but right then I was on a mission and passing the blame worked. "Uh-oh. Daddy can't find his keys." I said in a slightly sing-song voice. I was falling into the pattern of talking like that because it seemed as if the twins were always around and they knew that tone meant I wanted something from them. However, I didn't have that as an excuse at the moment and the heavy chuckles from behind me reminded me of that.

"It's okay, I've got daddy's keys right here." One of the men, Frank, said lifting the glistening objects from his breast pocket and mimicing my tone. I had handed them to him earlier for safe keeping I quickly remembered.

I nodded curtly then swiftly trying to save face, took the keys with an acknowledged smirk and said, "That's right. I am your daddy." Before walking out leaving the hoots and howls of everyone behind me as I ran to clock out. 'I think that is possibly the scariest thing that has ever left my mouth.'

Silence

Something had to be wrong. I had put them to bed at eight and it was now eleven. Three hours and the house was still quiet. "Ah if only it could last all night." I whispered to myself as I snuggled down into the couch cushions. I was stretched full length, feet hanging off the edge and enjoying every moment of my solitude. The silence! A content smile crept across my features.

----30 minutes later-----

There was a tug at my hair; light and even timid. "Daddy?" Erin asked softly.

'Well so much for that.'

Are You Challenging Me?

I watched with a bored face as the water finally began to boil. I reached over to my left and grabbed the spaghetti, preparing to dump it in. For all my show it looked as if that particular pot of noodles was the sole important thing in my mind. Not so, I have other priorities.

Ayden had let out a short but loud burp from his seat at the table where he sat idly coloring. I whipped my head around with a snap and pointed an accusing finger at him, "Are you challenging me?" I demanded in an overly deep voice.

Ayden looked up from his scribbles, an expectant grin plastered on his face. Even Erin, who was sitting in the floor with three of my pots and a pan scattered aimlessly around her, turned her attention swiftly to me. This game was a common one and I must say, probably not one that would be socially approved. But I had to assert my dominance and no code of etiquette would stop me.

I could have bet ten dollars the house shook when I belched back. If not, then it at least quivered a bit from the fit of giggles coming from the twins.

Traps

"Hey Erin honey, come here for a minute." I called to her from the living room.

"Huh?" She came trotting into my line of vision, curls a bounce. "What, Daddy?"

"Where is your brother? He's being awful quiet and that's never good."

"I don know." Came her simple answer. This was troubling. Usually it was like those two had a psychic link, always knowing were the other was.

I got up and called out to him, heading down the short hallway and opening every door, closet included. Nothing. I called again and then Erin excitedly tugged on my leg. "I ear im!" She said firmly.

"Where?" I heard nothing.

"Come'n!" She squeaked, dashing off and darting into the kitchen. The kitchen?

I followed her but I still heard nothing. "Ayden!" I called again, and this time I could make out his faint sobs. 'Oh lord! Where is he?!' I wasn't panicking yet I was coming ever so close.

"I tink he in there." Erin pointed at the refrigerator. I looked at her skeptically, but only for a brief moment. They had been known to do weirder.

I opened the white handled door and there he sat, right between the mustard and the Kool-Aid with tears running down his cheeks. I couldn't help but laugh at this point as I helped him out. Then the father in me- I'd been seeing him a lot lately- kicked in. 'He could have suffocated in there!' I waited till he'd stopped hindering my air flow by hugging my neck before pointing a stern finger at him. "Don't ever let me catch you doing that again!" I turned to Erin, "That goes for you too missy." I went ahead and threw that out there knowing their tendency to want to mimic one another; even after seeing the consequences.

Erin nodded and I turned my attention back to the death trap of a kitchen appliance. 'I'm going to need to find a way to keep that thing shut. They might not climb back into it but now that they know they can open it the food will be bad within a week were they'll never let it close!'

In the Storm

I wasn't aware of the thunderstorm that raged out in the summer night. I couldn't have been aware because I was asleep! Well, I say that now. I was forced to become aware of it in the form of incessant prodding by little hands. I grunted, trying to force the stabs that were originating at my sides to the back of mind and I turned over.

"Daddy," my sleep fogged mind was clearing. I heard Erin's voice cut through my haze, and those pokes had found my back!

I grunted again and that's when it happened. A flash of light played across my closed eyes and a deep groan of thunder ripped the air. My eyes flew open and I turned around to see Ayden and Erin at the side of my bed, prepared to prod me again with their fingers. I scooted over, not even fully awake and they climbed in.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Ever since they'd gotten their own beds they'd come to me in the face of a thunderstorm. I was asleep again within minutes both of them embedded in my side.

Sephiroth, the fighter of storms…

Annoyances

I grunted; I messed up the combination for the second time and had to spin the lock to start again. 'Trouble, trouble, trouble.' I complained inwardly as I worked.

Finally there was a winning click and I pulled the lock off, untangling my old bike chain from the refrigerator door and the cabinet drawer. 'You know, there are easier ways…' I decided, gladly tossing away my previous makeshift child proofing device.

Relaxation

Little kids can be cute… but it's not often. Usually this is because small children rarely want to sit still, so any slow going bonding time is immediately realized as nonsense. Try to watch a movie with them about talking sea creatures and four minutes later they have out the building blocks, wanting you to play with them. I've also come to the conclusion that nap time is nonexistent except for the brief mentioning of it whenever they talk of daycare and Mrs. Yuffie.

However, there is hope. My tip for all those out there forced to be in continuous contact with a child under the age of seven: patience. Eventually all the games involving you chasing them around the house will eventually begin to tire them as well. It is then that a reward can be reaped.

I paused my inner monologue of sounding like a self help voice to enjoy the situation once more just incase it was a ruse suddenly about to end. The television was on and for once not busy broadcasting toddler shows. The sun was just going down and the phone was ripped from it's wall jack. Ayden way laying on my chest and Erin was tucked in the crook of my arm and the couch. Both were almost asleep and most importantly, still.

I could actually enjoy the moment fully. Could finally just relax.

Cat

"Can 'e keeps it?" Erin's voice cut through as she tugged on my pants.

Those were the first words I heard as stepped into the building to pick up Ayden and Erin from daycare. And I knew, somehow, that those words didn't foreshadow anything good at all. I looked down at the girl.

"Keep what?"

"The titty!" She pointed at her brother who was holding a small gray kitten in his arms.

"Daddy, can 'e keeps it?"

Yuffie who was by that point at my side laughed nervously, "I told them that whoever's parent wanted could take the thing home. We came across it at recess."

My eye twitch; I should have known it had been her idea. I laughed nervously. I wasn't prepared for an animal just yet, but kids…I sighed. No, we couldn't have an animal just yet.

I shook my head, "No, we can't keep the cat."

That's how I found myself driving home, accompanied by the mutterings of a duo of three-year olds. I sighed, my temples beginning to twinge. Those two were old enough to learn that whining no longer cut it. I was beginning to tire of their sadness as well. These kids have way too much control over me.

"I'm sorry we couldn't keep the cat, but it worked out okay! C'mon imagine if we had cat…We'd have to buy a litter box that would have to be cleaned every other day and then we'd have to take the cat to the vet, and feed it. If we had the cat to take care of then I wouldn't have as much money to take you cool places!"

Well, that quieted them, but as I glanced into the back via the rear-view mirror I realized I'd made a mistake. They stared at my head blankly. I groaned; they were too young to reason with and I'd just confused them. I gritted my teeth, awaiting the questions sure to follow.

"Daddy?"

Yep, they were coming alright. I put on a fake smile.

"Yeah, Ayden?"

Obsession

I quickly towel dried my hair and hurriedly pulled it into a pony-tail. I still had plenty of time to get to work and drop them off, but I rather liked the thought of being early then just on time or late.

After pulling on the rest of my clothes I opened the bathroom door, the usual chatter of children greeting my ears.

"Ayden, Erin, do you have your clothes on? Daddy's ready to take to daycare!" I called stepping into one of my work boots and making quick works of the laces before continuing on to the next shoe.

I heard shuffling, but any answer I might have been given was drowned by my laughter. My gaze was centered on Ayden. He was wearing a pair of his jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of small work boots Aeris had bought him for Christmas.

He was dressed exactly like me, and along with that he had a small, blue construction hat, one that come with some toy set I had bought him, to top it all off. I was laughing in pride.

"Look it, Daddy! I look just like you!" He grinned once I gestured for him to step closer.

"Well, aren't you handsome!" I smiled, my laughter dying off, but the warmth from the gratification still lingering.

Precious Treasure

This wasn't happening…

I glanced around myself frantically as I stood in the freezer section of the super store. Ayden seemed to notice my worry.

"Daddy, what wrong?"

Turned quickly to him as he sat in the buggy seat, "Have you seen your sister?"

"She not sitting on bottom no more?"

I shook my head. His face seemed to screw up in thought, but he didn't seem to find anything useful.

"I guess she lost." And there came my comforting thought.

I sighed, 'Calm down, she's probably fine. I bet she stayed in the toy aisle.' It didn't happen often that a kid was abducted, but it could happen and instantly I had the worse case scenario playing in my head. What if-

"Is there a Deff-y Woth in the store? Please pick up your child at the check-out. "

I was off like a mad man. I was zooming down aisles, not caring if anyone thought was nuts. Ayden seemed to be enjoying the fast ride, though. I heard his giggles in the back of my mind. I glanced down every check-out line and then I saw her.

I dropped to my knees once I had gotten there and hugged her, "Don't you ever do that again! I thought something terrible had happened to you!"

"Tee I told you going to the manjer was a goods idea."

I glanced up and saw that silver-haired boy I'd come to know was Riku standing there holding his mom's hand. I smiled, though. "Thanks."

The little boy nodded. I turned to Erin.

"Where were you?"

"Toys."

I should have known. I hugged her tightly again and picked her up. I placed in the buggy with all the items I was going to buy. "From now on you're staying in here when we come to the market. You have no idea what could have happened to you." I felt stupid; I'd lost my kid in a supermarket. That just screams I'm irresponsible!

I pushed the buggy away, glancing at Riku's mother with a grateful nod. She smiled warmly, "It happens, don't beat yourself up over it." I nodded, but that didn't make me feel any better.

"Let's go. I'm ready to go home."

Words

I sighed in content at the sounds of playing coming from Ayden and Erin's room. I had at least ten minutes of alone time before I'd be interrupted. I quickly extracted a book from the drawer on my nightstand. Catch-22. I opened it to the chapter I had left it off on and began to read, ignorant to the fact that I was going to be undone within moments by the words of a child.

I had been reading for a total of five minutes when Ayden's head appeared in the peripheral of my vision.

"Yeah?" I questioned not turning my attention away from the book.

"Daddy, can me and Erin have anymore brother's and sisters?"

The book fell right out of my hands. I went wide-eyed and looked at Ayden who peered back innocently.

"Why?"

"We want more kids to play with…and Twacy's getting a little sister. Can we have one?"

What could I say? I blinked, "I'll think about it."

Ayden smiled and ran from the doorway. I picked up my book. Had I given a good enough answer? I hope so… Either way, the idea will probably be forgotten by him within the hour.