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Nov. 29th, 2013 12:49 pmOne baby. That was what Eugene signed up for -- okay, well, maybe not signed up for since he and Rapunzel hadn't expected to get in the family way only four months following their marriage -- but he'd been expecting one baby. One baby. Rapunzel's pregnant belly had been big, but it hadn't looked big enough to hold more than one occupant. And yet, after he's handed his son -- they're naming him Heinrich because that was Rapunzel's grandfather's name, even though Eugene just knows the poor kid will get teased by Heinie one day -- full of pride because look at that handsome boy!
He's told by the midwife that there's one more. What. One more what? One more baby, Your Highness. One more baby? There's another baby in there? I thought we were supposed to get just one!
Apparently not, and thirty minutes later, Eugene and Rapunzel have a daughter -- Eugene's got enough wits about him after the confusion to suggest Emeline for a name, and there they now have their daughter, Emma. So now Eugene's holding both baby Emma and Ricky (because he will call his son Heinie in a cold day in Hell) while Rapunzel rests, tired from a twenty-six hour labor. Eugene spends the hour Rapunzel sleeps watching the newly born twins sleep in their bundles of blankets inside Rapunzel's old bassinet that Eugene's mother-in-law had brought up before Rapunzel's labor even started. He notices that Ricky looks more like his mother while Emma takes after her father. Whereas Emma has her daddy's eyes and nose (Eugene pities the palace portrait painter for the future portraits he'll be painting of Eugene's daughter) Ricky has Rapunzel's mouth and cheeks. He reminds Eugene of a squirrel actually, and Eugene would laugh at that if it weren't his own son.
He hears a stirring sound from the bed and knows it's his wife. He leaves the bassinet's side to go to her, sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand up to the wild mess of brunette hair that can only be Princess Rapunzel of Corona.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Eugene says softly. "Get enough rest?"
He's told by the midwife that there's one more. What. One more what? One more baby, Your Highness. One more baby? There's another baby in there? I thought we were supposed to get just one!
Apparently not, and thirty minutes later, Eugene and Rapunzel have a daughter -- Eugene's got enough wits about him after the confusion to suggest Emeline for a name, and there they now have their daughter, Emma. So now Eugene's holding both baby Emma and Ricky (because he will call his son Heinie in a cold day in Hell) while Rapunzel rests, tired from a twenty-six hour labor. Eugene spends the hour Rapunzel sleeps watching the newly born twins sleep in their bundles of blankets inside Rapunzel's old bassinet that Eugene's mother-in-law had brought up before Rapunzel's labor even started. He notices that Ricky looks more like his mother while Emma takes after her father. Whereas Emma has her daddy's eyes and nose (Eugene pities the palace portrait painter for the future portraits he'll be painting of Eugene's daughter) Ricky has Rapunzel's mouth and cheeks. He reminds Eugene of a squirrel actually, and Eugene would laugh at that if it weren't his own son.
He hears a stirring sound from the bed and knows it's his wife. He leaves the bassinet's side to go to her, sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand up to the wild mess of brunette hair that can only be Princess Rapunzel of Corona.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Eugene says softly. "Get enough rest?"
