BOBBY'S POV
Fairy lights twinkled in the tree canopy above creating a shimmering rooftop over the neat rows of white chairs. Bobby watched on as Henrik's nieces threw flower petals of all different colors shapes and sizes onto the pathway running down the center, making a kaleidoscope effect on the ground as they skipped happily up the aisle.Senna made a little happy cooing sound against his shoulder as she sucked on her dummy teat. "Shhhh wee one," he whispered against the downy softness of her dark silky hair as he kissed it. She smelled delightfully of baby. A smell he never realized existed, but now couldn't get enough of.
Scarlet was being held by Henrik's sister sitting next to him. She smiled toothlessly at him as he made a funny face for her. God he loved these little girls! He hadn't any idea what unconditional love had felt like until they entered his life.
The past year since the girls had been born had been a whirlwind, and it all tumbled through his brain as he watched Lucas accompanying Chelsea down the aisle walking toward Henrik and the priest.
After spending 3 weeks at hospital in the NICU and then graduating to the Special Care Nursery for another 2, the girls finally had met all the parameters needed to be released.
The twins were still small for their age... at their adjusted age 12 month check up last week they'd come in at a respectable 5th% height and weight. Not too bad for bairns brought into the world almost two months early. Senna, the bigger of the two at birth had been overtaken by her 1 minute younger twin and now sat at just 7.6 kg to Scarlet's 7.8kg.
They still had a bit to catch up to other 12 month old's though. As preemies, they were doing what full term babies were doing at about 10 months... so they were gaining ground. Regardless, they were happy and healthy which was all that mattered.
Bobby rocked Senna against him, lulling her to sleep as the harp music played softly in the background. He marveled at how perfect she and Scarlet looked in their bonny little pink dresses covered in butterfly embroidery... it was like holding a baby doll.
Her quietness now was a far cry from her activities this morning when she and her twin had been crawling at breakneck speed around his new Edinburgh flat. He'd been in stitches watching as they pulled themselves up on any surface they could reach, only to plop back down on nappy-padded butts and smile toothlessly at each other.
They were quite the pair, these two... so close they even held hands and cuddled up to one another while they slept. Bobby's mind flashed back to the first days home with them how they'd cry and cry when placed in their separate cots. He felt a sense of pride remembering it was he who suggested they try placing them together which immediately solved the problem.
Figuring out just how to work the whole 'shared parenting' thing had been.... interesting. In the end it was decided that it would be less confusing to keep the girls together as a unit wherever they went – whether it was to Bobby's place or Skye and Henrik's. They had drawn up and agreed to what was essentially shared custody of both girls, which meant that both residences were considered the girl's 'home' and both guys were called their daddy... though just by the different words Patois and Pappa.
Just because he was a dad didn't mean he had to be fully domesticated though... that was Henrik's gig.
While he WAS seeing a therapist to work through past hurts and be a better person from it... Bobby had no intention of becoming someone else. Thankfully Skye didn't expect some sort of perfection from him... he WAS a musician after all in a punk band that had risen quickly to popularity once they'd released their first album 5 months ago.
Let Henrik be the vanilla parent... HE was the fun one! Bobby smiled to himself at just how polar opposite their parenting styles were, and yet the Yin/Yang just... worked. It wasn't traditional by any means but as long as they put the girl's needs first they figured the rest would work out.
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