Fun Comes In Small Packages

"Molly! Don't chew on that!" Cece spoke, as she got the pencil out of her mouth.

"John, I told you to not play with your baby food." Cece scolded the baby that had flung his bananas everywhere.

"Mycroft! Stop hitting Sherlock with an umbrella! Or you'll get no cake!" Cece raised her voice at Mycroft, which had made him stop.

Greg and Moriarty had been put in their cribs to sleep while the other four caused mayhem.

"When will I ever get help?" Cece huffed as she flopped herself onto the couch.

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Amber scurried after Niall, him being the baby that had learned he was able to take his own diaper off.

Lying on the couch were the two closest brothers hugging each other. That's the usual with Harry and Louis.

Liam sat with a baby book upside down in his lap, being the calmest of the bunch.

Amber knew that very soon she would be greeting another to the jumble.

"Just let me find another person to help me." Amber groaned, as she slumped onto the soft carpet in her small flat.