Diego Hargreeves (
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fandomtownies2022-04-02 07:04 am
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Trooper Station | Saturday
Diego was exhausted. The last thing he wanted to do was go to work, but he figured he and Annie could use a little time apart after this week. Even the most disgusting of couples needed space sometimes.
So he was at work. He was not doing any work, but he was there.
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So he was at work. He was not doing any work, but he was there.
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guess who showed up?
And she should have remembered, and she also probably should have warned him sooner, but she'd been exhausted and was actually sleeping instead of running around the island when she'd heard puttering in the kitchen this morning. It was a miracle she'd managed to get that much fired off to him with two excitable teenagers chattering at her.
Though, at least, the more excitable of the two had gotten ahead of her, rendering that warning text useless, and was proudly striding over to Diego's desk with a pair of coffees.
"Hi Dad!"
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"Whoa!" It was only thanks to his weird supernatural grace that he didn't fall out of his chair. "You're back."
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Mom almost seemed like she had a limp, so whatever they'd gotten into must have been kind of serious.
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"Why do you guys keep walking into random portals?"
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To be fair, they usually had one or both of their parents, or at least an uncle or their aunt with them. It was just kind of a hazard of being a Hargreeves.
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"Surprise," Annie offered dryly when she walked in with Ben, eyes immediately going to how Autumn had taken her usual seat. "Autumn, you could have spilled all the coffee running ahead like that."
But also it was kind of cute how much energy she seemed to have. Even if the kids didn't have her powers, stuff like that made sure Annie saw herself in her children.
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Though 'I spilled coffee running to see a young version of my dad' was maybe not, like, the coolest reason to have badass scars.
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But also, yes, she absolutely wanted to have these kids. She was so tired (and this coffee had so much espresso), but it was taking all her willpower not to just sit and stare at the twins and marvel at their existence and how distinctly they were their kids, even if just for a weekend.
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It was entirely possible that the twins were popular with their extended family because they were fun, not because they were exceptionally well-behaved.
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Now they were just asking for, like, a kid she'd had with Luther in some universe to turn up next year.
"Are you guys the same kids who visited us last year?" she wondered. They looked the same, and they acted the same, but Annie was now familiar enough with the multiverse to know that that didn't mean a ton.
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This pair had double the aunts and uncles. Fun!
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Also, notably, these twins had not mentioned their favorite cousin, Tim.
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"...do I still have long hair?" Important question.
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(Did it give her a little, weird thrill to say 'your dad' like that? Maybe a little. She wasn't ready for them to have babies tomorrow or anything, no, but this was -- it just felt really nice to have this preview of their future. Potential future. Whatever.)
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Mostly because he knew his dad kept it that way for their mom. Nasty.
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She wasn't going to specify how, no. Paradoxes.
"Can I take a picture for our parents?" Normal questions. Also kind of a genuine question, because she was pretty sure the paradox thing only went one way? Right?
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He wasn't a wolf man, for one.
"But only if your mother is okay with it." Look at him. Natural parent.
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She strongly suspected she and Autumn got their hair dyed together, even if it hadn't been explicitly mentioned this year. No way she didn't still have those grays the other twins had told her about, and she could tell her daughter probably wasn't a natural blonde even if she wore it well.
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She was aging gracefully!
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Also, she had no room to talk, considering she was something of a daddy's girl herself.
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