dolan twin daddy imagines - 2

night routine//g.d

AN// i got a request for them to have like one of those, family vlog channels and film morning and night routines. so i thought id do the morning routine for e's family, and the night routine for gray's :) i also know the twins have said that they wouldn't really film their kids or put them on camera, but this is just if they were to have a family channel (: i feel like im getting worse and worse at this, i dont know, im just not liking anything ive been writing this past week. i hope you are? i dont know, im sorry, im trying :/

(third person pov)

"Where the fuck did everyone go?" Grayson asked, holding the two-year-old to his hip, right before he turned his camera on. Y/N frowned. "Sorry, where the heck did everyone go?"

"I don't know, Gray, you know this type of video never works out for you-"

"But they want it!" he exclaimed, an arm thrown up. Y/N sighed, shaking her head.

"Da-ddy," Khloe sang. She tugged at the ends of his hair as he started the camera.

"Let's just begin, hm?" Gray asked as y/n walked away, calling for the twins. The two-year-old giggled, turning in his arms. He sighed, trying to hold her still while he started recording. "Hi," he managed, as Khloe pressed her hand to his face, her tiny ring scratching his nose.

"Hi, hi, hi," she giggled, pulling her hand away and waving at him.

"At the camera, princess." She turned away from it, looking around, down from his shoulder. "Well, we're doing a night routine thing today."

"Rou-rine!" she laughed, head against his neck. He smiled.

"That's right, routine." He sighed, walking out of her room. "E's doing a morning routine- if he remembers, I don't know, I'll remind him but no promi-"

"Dad!" Gray looked down at Keith, holding up a deflated basketball. "Kel broke it, dad!"

"I'll pump it up after dinner, yeah?" He nodded and ran back out, y/n following him with a sigh, trying to round both boys up for a bath. "We start with- what do we start with, princess?"

"Bed time," she said, pointing outside. The sun was starting to set. Gray chuckled.

"That's last, what do we do first, baby?"

"Bathtime?" she asked. Gray nodded.

"Exactly." He walked with her in his arm, camera in the other, to his shared bathroom with y/n. "Y/N normally bathes the twins, and I do her and then Katherine sometimes needs help, if she's washing her hair if not, she takes a bath on her own," he told the camera. He set it down, sitting Khloe on the closed toilet seat in front of it.

"Tow-s, daddy?" Gray nodded, turning to grab her little blue towel and setting it on the counter. She pushed a finger down into her fist. "Then, bu-bs."

"Bubbles," Gray informed the camera, reaching to his cabinet for her tear-free bath bubbles. "Then- one more thing, angel." She thought, one finger still left up.

"Ducky!" she yelled. Gray laughed and nodded.

"And bath toys." He started the water and turned the camera off for just a moment, getting her out of her clothes and into the tub before he grabbed her PJs to change into.

He turned the tub back on to show him pouring in the bubbles and she squealed, watching the tub foam up. "Bu-bs, daddy!"

"I can see." He sat down in front of the tub to fit the frame and stretched out his legs with a groan. "Well, that's that. We have bathtime-" He was cut off by a shriek from Khloe. "What's wrong?"