𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐌. dobrik

li. the twins!

༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐌 !
ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴs!

                  THE DOBRIK FAMILY of four had decided to take a few month break and head to chicago. it was autumn and the kids – isla and lukas – had yet to experience proper autumn, since los angeles did not go through all the four seasons the same way chicago did. which was definitely something that both daisy and david miss, and also didn't miss, about their respective childhood homes. the decision of whether or not they would move to minnesota to the middle of nowhere, where daisy was from, or chicago, which was definitely not the middle of nowhere, was oddly easy ... perhaps also the thing of that they had family in chicago and unfortunately there was no longer much family in minnesota had factored into the choice. as well as the still painful idea of going to her childhood home and seeing the church, where they had had to go to for the funerals of both of her parents, was too hard for daisy.

daisy dobrik, now a dark haired brunette and almost nine months pregnant — the twins' due date was on supposed to be on the tenth of november, but since they had booked a c–section for a bit earlier, on halloween — , was also pretty much a complete emotional mess. her pregnancy with lukas had been a bit scarier than the one she had with isla, so to say her emotions and nerves were high with the third pregnancy she was going though was an understatement. david doesn't think he can recall a day, where daisy hadn't cried during the third trimester — whether it was there being no mint chocolate chip ice cream, her current craving, in the fridge, or something adorable that isla and lukas did that day ... it really borderlined from something as small as not having something she craved in the kitchen to watching their wedding video, over and over again.

         " david, "     daisy pokes at her sleeping husband of a little over half a year,    " david. "

david swats his wife's swollen fingers away from his face in his sleep, he was so used to daisy poking at him during the night that he had managed to get really immune to waking up, and turned his back towards daisy. the twenty–nine year old had thought it was a smart decision to take both isla and lukas to work that day, work that consisted of him planning his first season of his late night talkshow for nbc ... boy was he wrong. taking two kids — both under the age of four — was definitely not as easy as he had expected.

        " david, we need to leave in thirty minutes, "    daisy whispers and she tries, note the word tries, to lean down and press kisses onto her sleeping husband's face. but the humongous belly — that david and the kids said was beautiful — got in the way and that left daisy to just huff.    " lovie, you need to wake the kids up. "

        " we have to leave at five forty, it can't be that early yet ... "    david groans into the pillow now and his wife just rolls her eyes.  

        " oh but it is, dave. you need to get isla and lukas to the car, and wake them up and make sure they have everything they need to go to your parents house, "    she says and she's now pinching at his cheek, which makes him get up and see the time off of his phone — it was, in fact, five nine in the morning.     " and i really want to put on mascara and a little bit of concealer ... you know for the pictures. "

david just groans and turns around to look at daisy, who's just staring down at him with a knowing grin. daisy had not slept more than thirty minutes that night, too nervous and excited for the birth of her two kids and had sat there in their kingsized bed reading a book with her red reading glasses that david always mocked. he smiles at the sight of his very pregnant and very beautiful wife in her grandma reading glasses — and he smiles at the thought of them becoming parents to two gorgeous, and still genderless, children that day.     " i love you, bub. "