Author: The Magic Rat
Word Count: 669
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Summary: Loz is entrusted with his first responsibility.
Author’s Notes: Just a silly fluff-fic for anyone in need of fluff.
“I think this is a ridiculous idea,” grumbled Genesis, allowing Angeal to bundle him into a long winter coat.
“Yes,” said Angeal, “and if somebody adorable and pregnant with triplets wasn’t spotting blood from his unmentionables and if Baby was home and Zack wasn’t in the hospital we would have other options, wouldn’t we?”
Genesis looked at his husband from over his shoulder. “If someone big and handsome doesn’t stop baby-talking me he is going to get a punchy-wunchy in his nosy-wosy.”
Angeal was undaunted. He wrapped Genesis into a coat and picked him up, then looked to Miki, who was standing beside the only adult who had been available to watch the kids while he took Genesis to Healin for a check-up; Loz.
“We will not be gone long,” said Angeal.
“Is Auntie Genesis okay?” asked Miki.
“He’s fine,” said Angeal reassuringly. “He’s just being difficult.”
“I’m a delicate and special snowflake,” said Genesis.
“We won’t be gone long,” said Angeal. “There are phone numbers on the fridge, there are snacks, we will be back as soon as we can.” Angeal looked to Loz. “We are trusting you,” he said slowly, significance infusing each word.
Loz was simply thrilled to be helping. It meant, more than anything, he was a trusted and valued member of this enormous and happily dysfunctional family. It couldn’t possibly be because Angeal simply could not find anyone else.
“I’ll be good!” he said. “I’ll make sure everyone is fed and in bed and homework done and…”
“Good, that’s good,” said Angeal, distracted by Genesis’ obvious discomfort. “We will be back home as soon as we can.”
Angeal left. Loz and Miki watched through the window as Angeal bundled Genesis into the truck and drove off as fast as he could. They would be back in five hours with an “all-clear” from Dr. Gaywell and medication to stop the unwanted cramps, the triplets still dreaming inside their mother’s body. In the meantime, Miki looked up at Loz, sensing from him the very same playful and brainless innocence she read in her classmates and friends.
“Wanna feed Skittles to Ralph and see what colours come out when he barfs?”
“YEAH!” enthused Loz. “Then can we use watercolours to paint Satin?”
“Okay! But first I wanna make peanut butter and chocolate chip sandwiches. Then we can teach Edgington to ring the doorbell.”
“Why would we do that?” asked Loz.
“Well what if she gets stuck outside?”
“Aw that’s dumb,” said Loz. “Her beak is too big to press the button! Teach her to knock!”
“Okay! Gee Loz, you’re the best babysitter EVER!”
“Thanks!” said Loz proudly. “You get the Skittles. I’m gonna put all the plums we harvested earlier into the tub to make jam.”
Forty-five minutes later, Sephiroth arrived home, and was greeted enthusiastically by a tie-dye peacock, just as he heard the distinctive noise of Ralph the Wonder-Amphibian throwing up on the rug. Sephiroth picked the bird up, and looked to the gigantic form on the porch.
“Why is Edgington standing on the porch hammering on the door?” he asked himself wearily.