Three days later, it was Blaire's birthday. They were going to be celebrating at the farm. It was going to be the first time that anyone outside of their household will see the twins. The twins were calm all day except for when they needed diaper changes or a feed. Hortense was breastfeeding the twins. She was going to do it for a year. She wanted to bond with her children.
Hortense and Quackmore were jolted awake by the twins. The twins were in the nursery. They got up and went to the nursery. "Why don't you get yourself ready to feed them and I'll hand them to you after I change their diapers," he said. "Alright, thank you," she said. She relaxed into the rocking chair and got ready to breastfeed the twins. She unbuttoned her pajama top just enough that it exposed her breasts. She waited for the twins to be in her arms.
Quackmore placed the twins into Hortense's arms and they latched onto her breasts. Donald hungrily sucked on her right breast while Della hungrily sucked on her left breast. "I'm going to go take care of Blaire. I'll be back in a little bit to check on you and the twins," he said. "Alright, I love you," she said. "I love you too," he said. She just sat in the rocking chair with the twins in her arms as she fed them. It was hard to feed them. She wasn't used to feeding twins. While she was carrying the egg, she didn't expect twins to hatch out of the egg. While they were waiting for the hatching of twins was when her breast milk was really coming in. She was luckily producing enough milk for the two of them. She wanted to be able to breastfeed them both for a year. She breastfed Blaire for about a year. Hortense wanted to be a mom and spend time with her kids. She wanted to hold them and cuddle them and love them. They were going to be a happy family even if Hortense and Quackmore had anger issues and they passed the anger issues onto their three kids. Hortense was most afraid that the girls were going to pick on Donald.
Blaire soon woke up. Quackmore woke her up. The little girl was three years old and she was excited for her birthday party. Hortense was still feeding the twins. She wished that Quackmore had waited to wake Blaire up. He was a great dad and all but she wanted to still spend time with Blaire as well even though she had to nurse the twins for a year.
She soon burped the twins and took them downstairs. They were asleep again. They were newborns and they needed a lot of sleep. She put the twins down in the bassinet next to the couch in the living room. A little mass tugged on her robe. She looked down and saw Blaire holding her leg. She picked Blaire up and balanced her on her hip and gave her a quick kiss. Blaire was an absolutely perfect little girl for her parents. Blaire cuddled up into Hortense's arms.
"Hey baby girl. Happy birthday," Blaire said. "Thank you mommy. I love you mommy," Blaire said. "I love you too baby girl," Hortense said. Hortense took Blaire into the kitchen where Quackmore was making breakfast for everyone. Blaire was bouncing up and down on Hortense's hip. "Daddy, daddy," Blaire said. "What princess?" Quackmore said. "I love you," Blaire said. "I love you too, princess," Quackmore said. He finished breakfast as Matilda finally came downstairs dressed. Matilda was carrying a bright and cheery wrapped box. "Present!" Blaire shouted. "You can open it after breakfast," Matilda said. Matilda gave her a kiss.
After breakfast, Matilda gave Blaire the present that she had. Blaire eagerly unwrapped the present from her aunt and any other present from anyone else during the day. It was the little girl's birthday after all. Blaire loved all her toys that she got. She mostly got stuffed animals for her birthday. There was even a birthday cake for Blaire. She was happy to be the birthday girl.
"Oh, they're beautiful you two," Elvira said to Quackmore and Hortense. The twins were asleep in Hortense's arms. "Thank you," Quackmore said. "How did they survive if they were in the same egg?" Daphne said. "The doctor did everything in her power to help us make sure that the twins survived in their egg together," Quackmore said. "Yeah and they survived," Hortense said. "What did you name them?" Daphne asked. "We named our son, Donald, and our daughter, Della," Hortense said. "Awe, those names are so perfect for them," Elvira said cooing over the two babies, who were still asleep in Hortense's arms. Della then started to wake up from the nap.
"Blaire, I've got a special present for you," Scrooge said. "What?" Blaire said, looking up to her uncle. He knelt down and revealed that he was holding a puppy in his arms. "A puppy!" Blaire said excitedly. "I thought you wanted one since your last puppy died," Scrooge said. "Thank you Uncle Scrooge," Blaire said. "You're welcome lassie," Scrooge said.
"Scrooge," a flustered Hortense said. He looked up to his youngest sister and yelped in surprise to see the angry look on her face. The two went into the kitchen. "Scrooge, why did you get us a dog?" Hortense said. "Blaire wanted one since your last dog died," Scrooge said. "I know, but with the twins being three days old and Quackmore and I working all day and with us trying to potty train Blaire and now we have to housebreak a new puppy. It's just a lot right now Scrooge," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't think that you'd be so angry about it," Scrooge said. "That's the problem, you never think about the consequences of anything," she said. Quackmore came in and took Donald from Hortense and left the kitchen. "Hortense, I didn't mean for you to get mad over Blaire getting a puppy for her birthday," he said. "Scrooge, Quackmore and I have three kids under the age of five, how are we supposed to take care of a dog too?" she said. "You two will figure it out, I'm sure," he said. "Scrooge, you clearly don't know how hard it is to take care of a child or a dog since you've never had either one," she said. "Clearly I don't know," he said. "WE DON'T HAVE ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD, YOU KNOW! QUACKMORE AND I CAN BARELY AFFORD TO RAISE A FAMILY. HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO RAISE A DOG TOO?" she shouted. "How am I supposed to know the struggles of parenthood? Look at me, I'm not even a parent myself," he said. It was true, he wasn't a parent, but he had often looked after his young niece a few times, but she mostly slept the entire time. He thought parenthood was easier than going on any of the adventures that he went on.
That night, Blaire was sitting on the couch with her parents after the twins were in their cribs until they needed to be taken care of. "Did you have fun today, princess?" Quackmore asked. "Yes," Blaire said. "Even if everyone was paying attention to your brother and sister?" Hortense said. "Yes," Blaire said. Blaire started to rub her eyes. "I think it's time for bed," Hortense said. "I'm not tired," Blaire said. "Yes, you are tired, princess," he said. "No, I'm not," Blaire protested. Blaire started to cry a little. "I'll go put her into bed and you go check on the twins," Quackmore said, picking Blaire up from the couch. "Alright," she said. They both went upstairs to do what needed to be done. Quackmore got Blaire bathed and ready for bed.
Blaire was asleep in his arms before he reached her room. He gently placed her into her crib. "I love you princess," he said as he tucked her into bed. She didn't wake up due to being placed into her crib. He placed her favorite teddy bear next to her. She grabbed the teddy bear and held it tightly. He loved his little girl. She had gotten a new bed for birthday. She didn't need a crib anymore because she was three years old. She was still his little duckling though.
He went to check on Hortense. She was in the nursery feeding the twins. She looked up to him as he came into the room. "Is she asleep in bed?" she asked as he came into the room and came over to her. "Yes, she's asleep," he said. He went around behind the rocking chair and pulled the curtain closed, then he turned to Hortense who was holding the twins. He started to rub her shoulders gently. She leaned her head back to the chair and looked up to her husband. "How are our twins doing?" he said. "They're doing pretty good," she said. She looked at the twins who were still feeding from her breasts. He looked over her shoulder at them as well. He couldn't wait to be able to sit down with them in his arms. He was an involved father with Blaire. He wanted to be an involved father with his twins. He helped with the twins where he could. He helped change their diapers, burp them, and help put them down in their cribs.
