Page 43 of Fire in Cabin 27
Look what you started, mate.
I love you both anyway.
And just like that, the argument was over.
“I love that the tops of their dressers are removeable changing tables. Very clever, Ky.”
“Very clever indeed. How about the diaper shelf that will be fitting for toys later.”
“Dual purpose furniture that grows with them. Absolutely genius.”
He’s surprised by our level of genius.
Evidently.
Knock it off, you two. Take the compliment for what it is.Juni rolled his eyes.
“Look at the cute tiny hangers I found,” Juni held one of them up. “Pink for our princess and blue for our prince.”
“Poor Kalliope’s room is gonna look like someone threw up Pepto Bismol all over it.” I cringed as I imagined it.
“Nope ‘cause there will be lots of shiny, sparkly pinks in there too. At least we’ll have time to paint both rooms while they’re sleeping in ours.”
“You don’t want to keep them together when they graduate to the cribs?”
Juni paused and thought about it then resumed folding. “No. I think it’s best as soon as they’re out of the bassinet to be in their own rooms. Then if one wakes up the other can still sleep.”
“Hopefully your theory pans out.” I had a feeling with them not only being twins, but dragon twins, they had a connection of their own, and what one felt, so did the other. Screams and fussing included.
Socks, clothes, and such were placed in the dressers, while the fancy outfits Juni insisted upon buying for them hung in the closet—on their respective color hangers, of course.
“I’ve looked at toys online and found a few for babies and toddlers, but could you make them rocking horses?” Juni asked.
“Great idea. Speaking of which, I finally finished all the rocking chairs. Want to help me set them up?”
“Yes!” Juni squealed. “I can’t wait to rock the babies while they’re nursing. Basically, I can’t wait to hold them period.”
“Me too, sweetheart. Let’s go set up the old people chairs so we can sit outside with them and enjoy this gorgeous weather and scenery.” Raising a child here beats the city life, at least to this dragon. My fondest memories were here and now my kids would be too. Though summer was nearing the end and the rainy season was upon us, the roof over the porch would protect us from the wet for the most part.
We set the first two rockers on the porch and Juni started poking around. “What’re you thinking, darlin’?”
“I’d like to add some plants, maybe a garden when the kids get older, but definitely some hanging pots of flowers for a pop of color. What do you think?”
“I think you should get your butts over to my greenhouse and pick what you want.” Mom said as she came around the corner.
“Yay!” Juni cheered. “I’m so excited. Can we go now?”
“Why don’t you come with me, Juni bug and we’ll make a few baskets while Kyson whittles away.”
And I did just that, until my brother called out to me.
Keegan’s egg just cracked.
I nearly ran over there when it hit me to check on ours.
Up the stairs with the speed of my dragon I went and there they were, nestled together, the tiniest crack on the top of Kael’s egg.
Mate, get home. Kael’s egg has a crack.
