"Greydon, wth is this!" Victor glared.
Grey shrugged, "Looks like Remy, some white haired guy and uhm a blonde. What am I supose do with them?"
Victor growled and picked up the phone, "Jimmy, wth!"
"Grey agreed to babysit, pay him when I get back, bye," he hung up quickly.
Victor stared at the phone, "I'm gonna kill him! And who told you that you could babysit!" he glared at his son.
"Well I needed the ...babysit?"
Remy was crying , scratching at the door like a lonely puppy, "Mommy!"
"Whats wrong with them?" Grey covered his ears.
Pietro smiled and grabbed at Victor's vase. Vic picked him up and tossed him to the side of the couch, making hims cry. Lonnie just looked at both of his friends crying and sniffled, bottom lip quivering he began to cry.
"Greydon Creed you'd better fix this!" Victor glared.
Grey looked through the bag, "Uhm...I don't know why they're crying," he pulled a diaper out of the bag, "Uhm..."
Victor stared. He was gonna kill that boy.
"So, what are we doing?" Piotr asked.
"We're getting some drinks, and seeing a movie, or whatever," Logan pulled the car over.
"I'm not 21 yet."
"And?" he handed him a beer and relaxed. Col shrugged and took it, "See, this is the life of not having toddlers."
"Does your nephew/brother know how to take care of toddlers?" Col asked.
"Lets just say he's my nephew to reduce confusion. And I don't know and I don't care."
"You'll care when you go to pay you," he told him.
The three continued to cry as Grey looked through the bag.
Victor glared at the tv, turning it to full volume. Sadly he was still able to hear them, "Grey, shut them up!"
"I'm trying!"