Apologies for not updating last night! I had an early start at work this morning and needed some sleep! D: I am open to requests again for these one-shots if ya'll still interested, just give me a shout and I'll do my best!

Last bit of the Reyisa babysitting chapters!

Quarter past seven, they had a new problem.

Chuck could crawl.

Louisa had tried to get him to stay sitting in one place- that made it easier, right?- barraging him with toys and stupid noises, picking him up each time he tried to move away. But when he started to cry, she was quick to set him back down again, throwing her hands up in innocence. Reyna was sat at the table, trying to hurriedly finish her paperwork in case Chuck clocked it and wanted to eat it. The tot settled for crawling under the table and sitting on her foot, chewing on the hem of her cloak.

"Wow, Athena's aegis is baby-proof." Louisa laughed nervously.

"Baby-satyr-proof." Reyna corrected. "That's even better." Her cloak did not relent to his satyr teeth, so he spat it out and crawled on. Louisa followed after him anxiously, itching to put him back where he had been, but not daring to pick him up again. She darted ahead of him each time he saw an open door, sealing him into the main room, much to his displeasure. He wailed, sitting back on his diapered bottom with a soft thump, kicking his legs once more. Louisa crouched, hugging her legs, three feet in front of him, her expression intermingled with panic, worry and a major WTF.

Chuck wriggled and griped, eventually managing to turn himself around. He crawled back to the table, deciding to chew on the leg of Reyna's chair. "Hey!" She protested. "That's mahogany!" Louisa snorted. "What?"

"Nothin', nothin'." She shook her head. At Reyna's glower, she started and began scrambling through the cascade of baby items. She dug up another tin can from somewhere, waving it about in the infant's face. "Eat this, not the chair. I can replace a tin, I can't replace Reyna's chair. Too expensive."

"It's your own fault you're broke."

"Is not!"

"You tried to buy skateboards for jellyfish, Lou."

"I thought it'd be awesome!"

"Can't skateboard underwater, Lou."

"Not with that attitude, ya can't, Reyna." She stuck her tongue out. Reyna did likewise, returning to her paperwork. She felt Chuck's tiny hand batting her shin, heard his gibberish. "No, eat the can, eat the can. Stop eatin' Reyna's stuff or she'll kill me."

Twenty to eight, problem number three.

With teeth marks on most of the surfaces, Reyna's armour and Louisa's hands- those hurt like a bitch- Chuck seemed to have tired himself out. He was whingeing and grumbling, rubbing at his eyes, and complaining. Reyna was on YouTube, Louisa huddled next to her, trying to figure out how to put a grisly baby to sleep.

They tried swaddling him- he chewed on the blanket.

They tried playing lullabies from Reyna's phone- he cried more.

They tried feeding him- he spat it out.

They tried rocking him, walking around with him, laying him on the sofa and patting his back, bribing him when things got a bit desperate and then- in sheer panic- suggesting to drug the child into slumber.

"Please never become a parent." Reyna said, pulling on Louisa's arm.

"Oooh, I don't plan on it. Go ta sleep." She ordered. Chuck sniffled, bottom lip trembling. He flung his arms free of the blanket for the millionth time and Louisa swore colourfully in Latin. "This is the last time I'm doin' a favour for Coach."

"Well, you now owe me a favour and that's worse."

"I'm sorry I dragged ya inta this, Rey-Rey, but I didn't know what else ta do."

"Uh, Hazel? Frank? Literally anyone." Louisa wrinkled her nose.

"Ain't seen ya all week though." She mumbled, fidgeting with her hands. Reyna's protest died on her tongue, silenced into mulling over Louisa's words. Chuck filled the silence for her.

"Ba-ba-ba-ba." He said, swatting at the air. "Ba-ba-ba-ba." He had been doing this for a while- they had just chalked it up to goatly bleating or the baby-satyr equivalent of baby chatter.

"Wait a second…" Reyna sat up a little straighter. "He's not bleating."

"What?"

"Bleating sounds different. He's… listen." Louisa did, brow furrowing. Reyna stared at her. Surely 'ba-ba-ba-ba' meant something? "Do… do you think it's, like, a toy or something? Maybe he can't get to sleep without a toy or…" Louisa was on her feet, scanning the wreckage of the bag Coach and Mellie had so carefully packed. Reyna stayed beside Chuck, making sure he didn't roll off the sofa.

Louisa tossed soft toys her way each time she found one- little animals or hand-stitched monsters and heroes. They had gone through what felt like a whole barnyard of these things before Chuck stopped 'ba-ba-ba-ba'-ing. He squealed and kicked his legs when Reyna caught the next one.

"Ba-ba-ba-ba!" He demanded excitedly, grasping at the air with his chubby fingers.

"Which one is it?" Louisa queried.

"Um, I think it's a cloud nymph." Reyna pressed it into the child's grasp and he clutched it with all the caring ferocity a child his age could do. Louisa returned, leaning over Reyna to adjust the blankets around him, building a wall with more blankets and cushions, so he didn't fall. Within the minute, Chuck was asleep.

Reyna and Louisa inched away as carefully as they could, not breathing sighs of relief until they were out of earshot in the kitchen.

"I am never doin' this again." Louisa said firmly, dropping her head on Reyna's shoulder with a sulky huff. Reyna patted her back.

"And you are never making me do this again, either."

"Deal." Louisa agreed and they shook on it. "Babies are horrible."

"They are." Reyna nodded. Louisa sighed, shifting slightly to fiddle with the straps of Reyna's armour. "What are you doing?"

"Praetor hours are over, get ya armour off."

"And be chewed to pieces like your hands? No, thank you." Reyna turned her nose up. Louisa pouted, not relenting on the armour. Reyna sighed. "OK, OK, I'll do it. You just want a hug, don't you?"

"I deserve one."

"Yes," Reyna agreed, unbuckling the straps, "one tight hug right around your throat."

"If ya offerin'…"

"No, you are not leaving me with baby-duty." Reyna quickly wriggled out of her armour. Louisa grinned and crashed into her as soon as she armour-free, bear-hugging as she always did.

"You're too good ta me, Rey-Rey."

"Not sure why. You're a pain in the ass."

"Aww, thanks for noticin'."

"Ugh, you owe me dinner."

"OK."

"For a week."

"Weekdays."

"And weekends."

"With dessert?"

"And starters!"

"Ah, damn. I really am broke now."

"Get used to it." Reyna smirked, kissing her cheek.