Ti Amo, Will

Nico Buys Diapers

A/N: I know you might've wanted an update on the Royals AU, but I'm still sorting some things out. Like what's going to happen at their meeting in Will's room?

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So this is about Nico going to the store with his little girls. He has two, Bianca, who is 5, and Zoë, who is 3. Will is at home with the baby boy, Charlie. Nico isn't usually the one shopping.

All Nico's POV

I have Bianca wrapped around my leg while I drag her about the store, and Zoe is sitting up in the cart.

"Bee, honey. Will you please sit in the cart with your sister?"

"NO! I WANT APPLEJACKS! GIMME!!!!!"

The other mother in the store was shooting me apologetic glances. She had three boys with her, sitting in her cart, messing with all the stuff she was buying.

"Bee, please honey, just come sit in the cart and I'll buy you some Applejacks."

"Promise??" She looked up at me with hopeful eyes.

"Promise." She extended her arms and let me lift her up and set her in the cart. She gave Zoë a kiss on the cheek, which I thought was really cute.

I walked over and pulled some Applejacks off the shelf.

"See, Bee? I promised I'd get you some." I didn't think it was the best idea for me to be the one shopping when I was a big softie around the kids.

"Thank you, daddy! Dad wouldn't have gotten them." She smiled slyly, like she knew she could get anything from me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Twinkwe twinkwe wittle star, how I wondew what you awe!" Zoë started singing... Or shall I say yelling. She still couldn't pronounce her l's and r's. It's cute.

Now Zoë was screaming random gibberish at the top of her lungs, kicking her legs up and down in the cart.

"Zoë, darling, please be quiet. We're in a store. I need you to be quiet, please." I put a finger to my lips and made a shushing noise.

Zoë quieted, whisper singing twinkle twinkle little star. That was much better.

I headed over to the baby department to look for diapers.

Here's the issue. I don't normally do the shopping, so I'm not quite sure which diaper brand to get. Zoë and Charlie use different brands, and Zoë is being potty trained, so I don't know how many I should get.

I reached for my cellphone, which is normally in my pocket, but Zoë must've somehow stolen it. She was banging it against the cart.

"Zoë! Zoë, don't do that with daddy's phone, please!" I snatched the phone out of her hands, and she looked at her empty hands, and immediately started crying.

"No, Zoë! Don't cry! Please don't cry!" I plucked her out of the cart, and held her. That wasn't helping. I handed her my phone back, and the tears stopped as soon as they had started.

I put her back in the cart and let her play with my phone. I just needed to call Will.

Eventually, Zoë must've lost interest, because she dropped my phone from the cart onto the floor. I picked it up, and sure enough, there was a small crack going all the way up the phone.