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Baby sitting havoc

The day had started off simple enough. Adam and Y/N had been lounging around the celestial palace, casually debating whether to spend the day making music or starting a new food war. But then, the door had slammed open, and in marched two small, very energetic toddlers—Baby Lute and Baby Vaggie, both mischievous little angels with their tiny wings fluttering in excitement.

Of course, they'd been assigned to Adam and Y/N for babysitting.

Adam stood at the center of the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at the tiny, hyperactive duo. His ripped black leather jacket was still intact, but a few frosting stains had lingered from the previous baking disaster. His golden wings flickered behind him, glowing faintly as he tried to maintain some semblance of authority. At 9 feet tall, he seemed towering and intimidating, but Baby Lute, with her mischievous grin and tiny black and white wings, looked up at him and gave a giggle.

Y/N, on the other hand, was seated on the couch in the living room, in her oversized hoodie that had a symbol representing Eden on it, her pink wings glowing as she tried to wrangle Baby Vaggie, who was bouncing excitedly on the couch beside her. At 7 feet tall, her presence was just as impressive, but the chaos was clearly winning out.

"So, what now?" Adam sighed, tossing his fluffy brown hair back dramatically, one wing flicking like an irritated cat's tail.

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" Y/N asked, casting a glance toward the two babies.

"Of course it is! How hard could it be?" Adam said with an exaggerated shrug. "They're just babies. How much trouble could they possibly cause?"

At that exact moment, Baby Lute toddled up to Adam, grabbed a handful of his jacket, and yanked. "Play! Play!" she squealed, her tiny pink wings flickering with excitement.

Adam groaned, flicking his wings in irritation. "Kid, seriously," he said, lifting the tiny angel off the floor and holding her up at arm's length like she was a small, squirming animal. "I'm not a toy!"

But just as he said that, Baby Lute kicked out her tiny feet and made contact with Adam's face, causing him to stumble back in shock.

Y/N, who had finally managed to corner Baby Vaggie, let out a laugh. "You're getting attacked by a tiny angel!"

Adam, now wiping frosting from his face after yet another cupcake-related mishap, turned to her and rolled his eyes. "This is why I don't babysit. My hair's a mess, my jacket's ruined, and now I'm covered in baby kick marks."

Y/N, now out of breath and looking even more chaotic than her usual self, tried to help by scooping Baby Lute off the counter. But as soon as she did, Baby Vaggie grabbed the jar of sprinkles and managed to unscrew the lid. The sprinkles exploded everywhere, dusting the kitchen like it was snow.

"Well, this is anarchy," Adam groaned, watching sprinkles rain down from the ceiling.

"Are we sure we're supposed to be babysitting these two?" Y/N asked breathlessly, her wings fluttering as she tried to dodge the flying bread.

Adam crossed his arms, his wings flicking in frustration. "Look, we're archangels. We can definitely handle this."

At that exact moment, Baby Vaggie grabbed the loaf of bread and tried to shove it into the microwave, which was already overflowing with sprinkles.

"No, Vaggie! No microwave!" Y/N yelled, diving for her before it could get worse. "Adam, help!"

Adam, who was already trying to grab Baby Lute from where she was attempting to scale the kitchen cabinets, groaned. "I swear, this is just as bad as the cupcake disaster. Worse, even!"

Then, with one last look at the messy kitchen—frosting, sprinkles, and bread everywhere—Adam sighed, his wings drooping in exhaustion. "Fine. We're done."

Y/N, now dripping with frosting and covered in sprinkles, looked at Adam and burst into laughter. "Yeah. We're never babysitting again."

Adam, his golden wings still drooping, nodded. "Agreed. Unless, of course, we decide to redecorate the palace."

She gave him a sideways look. "Adam, you're not redecorating with these two."

"Fine," he huffed, glancing at the toddlers who were now happily chewing on a loaf of bread together. "But next time, we hire someone."

"Deal," Y/N said, collapsing onto the couch in a fit of laughter.

And as Baby Lute and Baby Vaggie kept eating their bread—undisturbed by the chaos they'd left in their wake—Adam and Y/N could only watch, exhausted, knowing that this was one babysitting adventure they'd never forget.

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Another one done, enjoy. I have more possibly wholesome ones coming.