Ruffled ~ H.S

Sixty-One

A/N: Ugh, I know it's been SO LONG since I last updated this book, but it's back!! Sorry for the wait, but I just really wanted to finish my other fanfiction 'Protector' because it was so close to completion. But now that that's done, this book will receive updates once more!!

Time passed by like a comet. The twins kept us so busy that it felt like they had turned three weeks old before me or Harry even knew it. And it had been a long three weeks, too – even though me and Harry were slowly getting the hang of the baby thing, and even though we both loved our babies to bits...we still struggled with a lot of things.

First of all, double babies meant double work. Even though Harry basically gave himself paternity leave and never left home even once to go to the office, I still felt like I'd hardly gotten to spend any time with him – since both the twins always seemed to need both of us at the same time, all the time – and even if we manage to steal a few moments to be in each other's company, we'd get called away by at least one of them all over again.

And then there was the process of getting to know the twins. Finding out what they liked and disliked, finding out the types of things that kept them comfortable and the types of things that bothered them...and just trying to determine what their personalities are like as a whole.

What it seemed like so far, was that despite being twins, they actually seemed really different from one another. With Adam, for example, he's actually quite easy to look after – he sleeps a lot and sleeps well, and he feeds well. The only problem we really have with Adam is that he dirties his diaper a lot. Like, a lot. He often ends up peeing right through his clothes – so we sometimes end up changing his clothes quite a few times each day. And when he poops, we actually have to add a bath to that – because he makes an absolute mess of his diaper when he poops.

But, when it comes to Hazel...Adam's excessively dirty diapers are literally nothing.

Hazel was way more difficult to look after. She has a lot of trouble sleeping on her own, and after feeding, she spits up a lot – that we often have to change her clothes several times a day, as well. Not only that, but she can hardly go through a single diaper change without crying – and Harry guessed that it might be because she doesn't like the feeling of cold air against her skin. So whenever Hazel needs a diaper change, both of us actually need to be there – so that while one of us changes her diaper, the other can try to distract her from that uncomfortable feeling and ease her crying. And she also seems to have this urge to suck something to feel comfortable (she's always at her quietest when she's feeding), and because I can't constantly let her suck on my breast in case I overfeed her, we usually have to offer her our fingers or knuckles for her to suck on until she falls asleep or has satisfied her need to suck. And even though she's only three weeks old, she's already showing signs of becoming a very clingy baby.

When it comes to Adam, it seems like he's still in the process of forming a real attachment to us – because he only needs to see us passing by every now and then, and that gives him enough consolation that we're here if he needs us. But Hazel...Hazel's behaviour, whenever we leave her sight, is already looking reminiscent of early separation anxiety. When she can't see us...it's like she thinks we've gone and left her forever.

She seems to get especially upset when she can't see Harry. Most people would think that she's far too young to even register that Harry is her father, let alone form an attachment to him – but Hazel is definitely proving all of those people wrong. Because if she watches me leave the room, she begins to sputter and cry for a little while before she eventually begins to calm down...but if she catches Harry leaving, it turns into a full-on banshee wail that lasts for ages and ages – and she doesn't stop until Harry comes running back to her to assure her that he's not going anywhere.