Razzbowski Imagines

(Part Three of Previous Imagine [Not Sad])

(Y/n)'s POV

     The house was quiet, even though we had three guests over. I enjoyed it. The silence didn't ever seem to happen since the twins were born and the wedding was being planned.

     Yes, you read this correctly. Twins. Joshua and Josephine, the two most beautiful children to have ever been born. And currently, Rhys is putting them down for a nap. When I found that we were having twins, I literally screamed with happiness. Rhys just awkwardly yelled and hugged me. He often does that when he's happy.

      Anyway, about Josie and Josh, they're seven months old, and Josh is already growing the cutest little tuft of almost-black hair, like Rhys's. Josie is still remaining pretty hairless. They're both so smiley and happy all the time. Except when they're not getting fed on time. Then it's a little more dicey.

     The wedding was in a week, and I didn't know how much stress would affect me... yet. I was just waiting patiently and calmly to get married to the man of my dreams.

     So here I am, sitting on the couch in the living room. Lewis, Ryan, and Baz sit around and next to me, scrolling through their phones. Rhys returns with a tired look in his eyes.

     "Was is Josh again?" I ask, standing up and giving him a peck on the lips.

     "He wouldn't let go of my hair. My scalp feels like it's going to fall off."

     "Just like you and (Y/n) on the night they were made?" Baz butted in mischievously.

     I gasped, then laughed. "You bet."

     "(Y/n)!" Razz breathed.

     "Oooh, sounds like Razz's got a hair kink!" Lewis said teasingly.

     "It must run in the family," Ryan added.

     "Oh my God, you guys! You're getting worse than I am with the clever innuendos! I do not have a hair kink!" Razz said, throwing his hands in the air. "And my son doesn't either."

     Everyone laughed loudly.

     "Back to business, guys." Everyone quieted down. "So instead of a bachelor and bachelorette party, we're all going to eat together. After that, we're going to go to the beach for party games. Deal?" Rhys said seriously.

     "Deal," the small crowd repeated.

     "My girls are already going to or at the restaurant, it looks like," I said, glancing at my phone's messages.

     "Will's going to be a little bit late, his flight was delayed by an hour," Lewis said.

     "Good, as long as it wasn't cancelled. The babysitter should be here any second, too. Get ready to leave soon, boys." Right on queue, the babysitter we hired knocked on the front door. Rhys trotted down the steps to answer it.

     "Hello, Mr. Teare-Williams!" a girl's voice greeted.

     "Hey, good to meet you, Fey!" Rhys replied. "Come with me, and I'll give you a tour of the house and tell you what needs to be taken care of."

     Rhys walked up the stairs with Fey. She was dark-skinned with very curly hair. She was smiling excitedly behind Rhys, clutching her small white purse tightly.

     As Fey and Rhys walked around the house, I sat next to Lewis. I heard bits and pieces of Rhys's tour, including a somewhat lengthy explanation about the soundproofed walls of the nursery. Rhys and I made it soundproofed so that we didn't have to worry about guests being too obnoxious, or so that we could have our own little dance parties in the living room without having to worry. (We don't really have dance parties, but Rhys is overly energetic sometimes and really likes to yell.)