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Donaghan Tremlett is attempting to be a dad (rhythmicfingers) wrote in wished,

Don’s grin was apologetic when he looked at Orsino. He seriously hadn’t planned on coming over with the triplets though he wondered if he’d believe that. More than likely Orsino would think he’d done it on purpose. Other times he would have, but today he’d honestly been looking forward to just getting together with Thrusty and drinking some and going through his stuff while they talked. Or something. Anything that didn’t involve little kids was sounding like absolute heaven to him. It was also sounding like a crazy dream that would never occur. He might have to cry.

“Who’s who?” Don asked distractedly as he moved into Thrusty’s place. He glanced back at him and saw him looking at the kid he was holding and held back a laugh. “You’ve got the little thief there. Better watch it or you might end up missing something.” He did wonder how he ended up getting his sticky little hands on some of the things he did.

Now though Don’s full attention was back on the two he was holding and the baby bag. Carefully he sat them down while just letting the baby bag thump onto the floor. “Stay here with me and be good,” he muttered sternly, giving them a look before he crouched down and started rifling through the bag. “Got to find the pen...” He gave a triumphant “Ah-ha!” when he located it and pulled it out, drawing his wand at the same time. Magic was lovely when packing a baby bag. A quick spell and it was back to its normal size and set up in Thrusty’s front room without any fuss. “In you go, you little buggers,” he said, picking up the two with him and swinging them over the rails and setting them inside.

“You can bring him over here and put him with his brothers,” Don said, facing Thrusty for only a moment before crouching back at the bag again, pulling out toys and enlarging them just as quickly and putting them in the pen. He’d almost brought the training toilet with him before he decided it’d be easier to just forgo it and take them to the bathroom if one of them said they had to go. Would Orsino mind? “Uh, just so you know, we are working on potty training them, so... If you hear one of them mention having to potty, just let me know?” And if he smelt one, well Don would deal with that too.