15545/No Parents Were Hurt

No Parents Were Hurt
Date of Scene:	03 August 2023
Location:	Gothic Revival Manor
Synopsis:	Micola and Pietro have a chat while it's quiet. That won't last for long!
Cast of Characters:	Micola Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola and Pietro had been settling into being parents in good strides. Except when Micola was low on sleep or hungry. But she didn't take it out on anyone and she was asking Pietro for all his patience. She didn't have a father growing up, so she wasn't sure how fathers did things. This was a new experience that she got to watch while Pietro was now a father to the twins.

The blue haired woman had put them in their crib that was on the first floor while she was cooking dinner. It was something she wanted to get back into and it was easy to keep an eye on them with the doors to the kitchen open and in view of the sitting room in the big old house.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
The bonus, or problem with his metabolism, is the reduced amount of sleep he needs. Pietro was able to take more turns caring for the girls, to allow Micola to get more sleep. Both for her body to mend, and her sanity. Besides, he could watch them in his accelerated perception, and spend so much time admiring and fawning over their every little move.

Micola was doted upon also, the man all too smitten with her as well.

He was at the counter, looking to see if she needed a hand with dinner as their daughters snoozed. "You did so well in making them." He grins over to her.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola was a bit envious that Pietro didn't need to sleep as much, but there was also him having to slow things down that she knew he disliked sometimes. She was focused on the last little touches for dinner when he spoke and that made her look up to him, a warm smile on her face, "You helped with them as well." she muses to that. "And they both have your hair color." she teases him.

"How have you been doing? I know it's a big change and all. They'll be growing like weeds before we know it." she chuckles to him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
There's a slight frown at that. "I am hoping they don't get teased too much for it..." He comments, shaking it off. "They are beautiful. I am constantly in awe of them and their tiny fingers and toes." Pietro smirks. He starts geting out plates and silverware, quiet and quickly.

"I am all right. I am still nervous. These tiny wonders we have in our care... it is monumental." He comments. "And they will grow into beautiful women, like their mother." A pause. "How are you doing, Micola?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"I don't think they will get teased about it. Or well, if they do we can talk to them. There is nothing wrong with their hair and I was quite hoping they would get your color." she admits to him. "They are tiny, for now. Wait until they are teenagers wanting to borrow cars and bringing home dates." she muses to that as she adds the last few ingredients to the beef and rice stew she was making.

"Comfort food seems to be a big thing right now." she admits. "Mom keeps making food and putting it in the fridge. I don't know what I'd do without the two of you." she tells him. "I mean, I'm OKAY looking." she jokes about herself a little. She'd been living in sweats and t-shirts since she came home.

"I'm healing. It's all very new, but I think we'll be fine." she smiles softly to that. "They've got doctors appointments tomorrow. Mom was going to go if you were not feeling peoply." she tells him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro listens, smirking just a touch. "I think so long as they share our features, they will do all right. Even though I am biased and think you are far better looking." The man winks. A shake of his head. "Do not rush them to teenagers, please. I can only imagine the trouble they may be for us." A wry grin at that.

"Comfort food is exactly that. Plenty of what you need, to help you mend and be sated." Pietro grins. "And your mother is a saint. She is positively beaming at the newly-acquired grandmother status."

A nod. "I will go, she is welcome as well." A grin. "I will suffer people, to be with my family."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a soft smile to that, "I think they will." she nods to that. Soon pots are being moved to the center island and she is dishing out things as they speak. "I fed the girls before I started cooking, hopefully they'll sleep through dinner." she tells him quietly as she looks past him to where they are sleeping comfortably together. "You've felt alright when you've been in the nursery at night?" she asks him.

"Oh yes, my mother is over the moon with being a grandmother." she grins to that. "I'll see if she actually wants to take a break on her day off. She can come and grandma all the time when she retires." she chuckles to that.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
There is a bit of an eyebrow arch as she mentions the nursery at night. "Yes, a bit of a chill every so often. I suspect you might have some knowledge of that, though." He smiles to her, setting out napkins next. A look over to where the girls are sleeping. "I think they are resting well, at least long enough for us to enjoy dinner."

He chuckles at the mention of her retiring. "Do we have room for her here?" He wonders, half-joking. "She will want to spoil them even more."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a look to him and there's a soft smile, "Aster has been watching over them sometimes. When she's not patrolling the grounds. She seems to be rather attached to things around here, but never came inside until we brought the girls home." she admits to him. "She's not a threat, sadly I don't know what I can do to help her cross over either." she frowns to that.

"But that is a situation for another time. Let's eat before things get cold and they wake." she muses to that as she settles down at the table to prepare to eat.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A nod and a slight smile in understanding. "Perhaps it is taking care of a family here, that might help her?" He guesses, though it's no where near his areas of expertise. "I hope she understands that I am going to be in there often." A slight chuckle. "Father's prerogative."

He slides her chair in, taking a seat beside her so they can both watch the door to where the twins are resting. "Let's. And enjoy it - quiet meals may be a thing of the past all too soon."