Characters: Meriel, Nosy, Ianto, Twins.
Summary: Meriel is full of wonder at how tiny her brother and sister are.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 198: Tiny at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Tiny hands, tiny fingers, tiny noses, feet and toes, and impossibly small rosebud lips pursed and making vague sucking motions. Meriel was enchanted with the twins, at least when they were sleeping. When they were awake, demanding to be fed or changed, it was a different matter. Then they were so ridiculously loud for such tiny little things, but they couldn’t ask for what they wanted, or tell anyone what was wrong, they were far too young for that, so they just cried. A lot.
It wasn’t so bad for Meriel herself, her bedroom was on the floor below and with the door closed she couldn’t really hear her baby brother and sister crying in the night, but she thought it must be awful for daddy and taddy, with the nursery right next door to their bedroom, and the twins waking them up several times a night. Nosy helped a lot, sleeping in the nursery most nights, and Meriel missed her fluffy friend, but it usually stayed with her until she went to sleep, and always came back if it sensed her waking up.
Nosy couldn’t help much with the feeding and changing though. Perhaps when the twins were older and could their own bottles, then it would be able to help out more, but mostly it was up to daddy and taddy to do everything, although when Meriel wasn’t at school, or playing with her friends, she was happy to feed one baby while one of her parents took care of the other. The babies would suck on their bottles, and sometimes whichever one she was holding would stare up at her with big blue eyes, and grip one of her fingers with their tiny hand.
Sometimes, if they were tired and couldn’t sleep, the twins grizzled and fussed, wanting to be held and rocked, and Meriel could do that too, singing lullabies. Rocking a baby was something Nosy could manage too, to give her daddies a break. But Meriel would absolutely NOT change nappies. Babies were incredibly stinky.
“Was I ever this tiny?” Meriel asked her Taddy as they fed the babies. Daddy had been called into work to help with something, so Taddy was grateful for an extra pair of hands.
“Not quite so small, there was only one of you, so you had more room in your daddy to grow, but you were very, very little, and just as helpless as these two. Your daddy and I took turns feeding and changing you, and Nosy used to rock you to sleep. It hardly ever left your side, completely devoted to you.”
“Was I as noisy and stinky as the twins?”
“Hm, not as loud, you were a quiet baby, but you were every bit as stinky. It’s just that two babies are twice as stinky as one.”
That made sense.
“They won’t be this tiny or this stinky forever though,” Taddy said. “In a few months they’ll be crawling, and that’s when the fun really begins.”