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Babies sob, babies cry; It's up to us to know why

But it's harder than it looks

Mum has no clue; Dad doesn't know what to do

Twins are such trouble, who knew?

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May 1st, 1978.

It had been exactly one month since the twins were born. One month since the boys got the shock of not one new brother but two. About three weeks since they were first welcomed into the home they would grow up in. Three weeks since Percy asked his father, tearfully, if he'd have to give up his room. But that was three weeks ago. By now Percy was slowly but surely getting used to the idea of two younger brothers. He didn't demand them taken back to the hospital, at least.

It would've been a lot easier for him to warm up to his little brothers if they hadn't cried every single night since first arriving.

"Mum! They're at it again!" Bill said, bleary-eyed and standing next to his parents' bed. He spoke above the loud wailing from down the hall.

"We know, Bill, we know." Arthur replied with his face under his pillow.

"You go this time." Molly murmured.

"I went last time. Besides, I've got to get up early for work." Arthur said.

"I do everything else around this house! Taking care of three growing boys and two newborns! You can at least do this for me!" she glowered at her husband lying next to her.

"So long as one of you shuts them up, we don't care!" Charlie's voice yelled.

"Language, Charlie!" Arthur yelled back. He sat up and pushed his messy hair back. "Fine, I'll go see them."

Just as he left the bedroom Bill called out behind him, "And Percy's not in a good state, either!"

Questioning his sanity as to why he agreed to 'try for a girl' again after getting three sons, Arthur entered the nursery. Its light blue walls were grey in the dark and the window cast the shadows of two wriggling figures in cribs. They were practically screaming bloody murder.

Arthur hurried over to where the cribs were, standing side by side. Both the babies were crying, as always. He picked up the one on his left, Fred, he thinks, and gently rocks and soothes him. Fred's eyes drooped and his crying began to quiet down. Fred had finally stopped and was in his crib, Arthur picked up the still crying George. But as his crying slowed Fred started all over again, as always. Arthur groaned. He was still left with two wailing babies. He stayed up for an hour rocking and soothing them until they both fell asleep.

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"I'm dead on my feet." Arthur said at dinner the next day.

"I would've thought you'd have gotten used to it by now." Molly replied before using her wand to clean up the mashed corn baby food that George spilt. Dinner was always a noisy time in the Weasley household and only got noisier over the years. Talkative boys, a whining two year old and a pair of twins added up to a lot of decibels.

"It's only gotten worse. Today I was talking with Perkins about at charmed microwave when I said to him 'It's alright, daddy is here.'" He flushed red at the memory. "I was so tired I couldn't think straight!"

Molly nodded. "It wasn't easy with the other boys but it's twice as hard with two of them. But we'll just – PERCY WEASLEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE BEETS?"

Percy froze with his fork laden with mashed beets halfway to Fred's cheek. "He flung it next to my seat and some of it splatted on me. I was just giving it back to him!"

Molly fumed. "You do not feed your brother food off the floor!" She flicked her wand and the mashed beets were in the garbage.

"But he throwed it at me!" Percy whined.

"He's a baby. He doesn't know better. And he didn't mean to get food on you." Molly replied.

Percy said, "Why do I have to sit next to him anyway? I wanna sit next to Bill and Charlie," he looked angrily at the gurgling child, "not with the babies!"

"Hey, it's worse sitting across from them. It's easier for them to chuck stuff at you that way." Bill pointed to the baby food splattered on the table in front of him. "They've got good aim but weak arms."

"Bill!" Arthur said, "Your brothers don't mean to hit you! They're young and don't know better!"

"Yeah, yeah. You've said it before. But I see the way those two look at me before flinging something else towards me."

Just then Charlie yawned loudly. "Manners!" Molly reprimanded.

"Sorry, mum. But I haven't got any sleep." Charlie rubbed his eyes. "Those two kept me up all night."

"They kept me up, too." Percy added, "I was dreaming about a big room with lots of shelves when they I got waked up by them!"

Arthur said, "Molly, we need to solve this. I can't function at work and these boys need their sleep."

Molly, who was wiping George's mouth, simply replied, "We'll figure it out tonight."

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Same time, same place, same two crying babies. This time, however, the whole family gathered around their cribs. Percy had his fingers in his ears to block out the noise and Charlie looked at them anxiously.

"They're so loud when they cry." Bill said, "Maybe because there are two of them."

"Well, we're here and they're crying." Arthur turned to his wife. "What do you suppose we do, then?" Molly gave him a look in reply.

"Who's who anyway?" Charlie asked.

Molly picked up a baby and rocked him back and forth. He quieted down almost immediately. "This is George. He calms down faster. But when his brother starts crying he will, too."

She placed him back down and picked up the other twin. He was moving his fat little arms and crying loudly. He only got a little quieter when Molly rocked him. "This is Fred. He's the loudest crier and usually cries first."

When his crying got to a reasonable level she placed him back. Charlie smiled in relief and Percy took his fingers out of his ears. But the two whimpering babies squirmed and began crying all over again.

"This always happens! They won't stop!" Percy clamped his hands back over his ears.

"Maybe they're hungry!" Charlie reasoned. "Isn't that why all babies cry?"

Arthur shook his head, "That's what we thought so too, until the just stopped drinking and kept on crying. It's something else!"

Bill turned to his mum, "Do something! Anything! Just make them stop!"

Molly's looked worriedly at the twins. "We've done everything we could ever since this first started! I don't know what else to do!"

"Everything?"

"We've fed them, changed them, changed the sheets, sang to them, read to them, and anything else we could think of! But they don't stop crying until many hours and sore arms later!"

By now the two new Weasleys were squirming and crying so loudly that Percy, in desperation and anger, cried out "Just push them together or something!"

Arthur looked down at his son, shocked. "What did you just say?"

"Just push them together. If they squirm around enough, one of them might hit the others off button and turn them off!"

Ignoring that last part, Arthur turned to his wife and said, "That just may work. Put them in the same crib and see what happens."

Molly gave him a confused look. "You don't actually think that they'll find the off switch or something, do you?"

Arthur gave her a pleading stare until a bulb turned on in her head. She lifted George out of his crib and placed him in Fred's. The family held their breaths. For a while they just kept crying but they soon seemed to notice each others presence. The crying dimmed down and the squirming stopped. Soon both boys were silent, their eyes closed and fast asleep.

Molly looked at her two boys. "It worked." She said in awe.

"It actually worked." Bill looked first at his dad then to Percy. "Your idea actually worked."

Percy stared at the crib, wide-eyed. He said softly, "So there really is an off-button."

Arthur chuckled quietly and patted his son's hair. "No, there isn't one. But they still fell asleep."

"That's all it took," Molly murmured with tears in her eyes, "the comfort of their twin lying next to them."

Arthur wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders. "It's their twin bond. They're a comfort to one another. That's all it took." He wiped a tear away from her eyes and told them, "Let's go, back to bed now!"

Bill and Charlie followed their parents, relieved at the silence, but Percy stayed behind. He stood by the crib on tip-toe and looked at his brothers. They were fast asleep lying close together.

"All they do is cry, eat food, throw food, barf and now sleep. They're no fun at all." He gazed almost longingly at the nearly touching heads, "But at least they've got each other."

With one last look he crept out of the room and back into bed.