Rating: M (Paul says a bad word!)

Genre: Marshmallow Fluff

Pairing: Paul & Quil; Kiara, Callista, and Levi Uley; Jared Jr. & Anna Cameron

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Prompt: Puppies! A whole big pile of Golden Retriever puppies playing with their mama.

"I can't believe you talked me into this, Ateara."

"Come on, man. They're just kids. They don't bite." Quil rolled his eyes as he watched Paul survey the scene before him, brow raised and nose crinkled in disapproval. Bedlam reigned, as five children under the age of six ran around Sam and Emily's playroom.

Narrowing his eyes at Quil, Paul crossed his arms over his chest. "I spend my days ripping apart vampires and burning the pieces. What part of that translates into babysitter to you?"

"And what do you think I do all day? Throw bloodsucker tea parties?"

"I'm just saying, you should've picked someone else for the job."

Quil sighed. "Look, the girls wanted a shopping trip to Port A, and Sam and Jared couldn't get time off to babysit. You try saying no to Emily, especially when she's holding a plate of muffins and making that sad face."

"Pussy."

"Dude, watch your mouth!" Giving Paul a shove, Quil glanced around to make sure none of the kids overheard. "Remember what happened to Jake and Embry after Jared Jr. spent the afternoon with them and started spouting the F-word?"

Shoulders slumped, Paul huffed. "All right. What do I have to do?"

"Unca Paw! Unca Paw! Come pway pwincess wif me!" Cheetos-coated fingers wrapped around Paul's leg, leaving a trace of electric orange in their wake.

Groaning, he attempted in vain to dust it off. "Thanks, kid. I just bought these jeans."

Quil grinned. "Looks like you're playing princess with Kiara, bro."

"No way."

"Well, you can always change Levi's diaper instead … " The two simultaneously grimaced at the stench emanating from Levi's backside as he toddled past them.

"Nope. You're on poop patrol," Paul said, rolling up his sleeves. "I'll handle the girls and Jared Jr."

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, Quil picked up Levi and carried him at arm's length to bedroom. As he grabbed a wad of baby wipes, a rousing chorus of giggles from the playroom made him jump.

"What the …?" Quil shook his head and continued his task—until the giggles gave way to piercing shrieks and a booming crash. He sighed. "Come on little man, let's go see what trouble your Uncle Paul is getting into."

As he approached the playroom door, Quil stopped short and gasped. Paul lay completely immobile on the floor. Kiara sat cross-legged on his chest, carefully smearing gloss onto his lips, while her twin sister Callista rested on his legs, dutifully painting his toenails. Jared Jr. sat on the rocking chair, watching with wide eyes as his sister Anna tied a bow in Paul's hair.

There was another round of giggles, the loudest coming from Paul himself.

Quil cleared his throat. "You always said you were good with chicks, Lahote. I had no idea this was what you meant."

Startled, Paul shot him a glare. "Not. A. Word. To anyone, Ateara. I mean it."

"Don't worry … my lips are sealed." Grinning, Quil attached the photo to his group text and pressed "Send."

A/N: If you want your heart to squeal with glee, get on over to Tricky Raven and read this week's drabbles. They are beyond adorable. And much needed, after last week's darkness.