"You're very welcome," Simone said. She smiled, seeing how quickly Jessie had taken to caring for Caprice. He was doing a good job, she thought. While he tended the baby, she and Edward put away the leftovers and cleaned up the kitchen, and Edward took out the rubbish. Anise and Ginger took their purchases downstairs to put them away, and they got their showers and settled in with books to read to unwind.
Angus fed both newborns, and Marcus helped to get them bathed and into fresh clothes for the night.
"Angus, did you have anyone specifically arranged to pick up the boys tomorrow later afternoon?" Marcus asked him as they put the babies in the Moses basket together.
"I didn't specifically ask anyone. I know Ruby had thought about asking someone but I don't know if she ever did. If she didn't, it isn't a big deal to go to Kings Cross to pick them up," Angus said. "Besides, so much has changed in just a few days time that I wouldn't be surprised if everyone didn't need just a bit ore leisure time and sleep, including you. You've been up practically around the clock with me."
"Hardly," Marcus laughed. "Perhaps right at your surgery, but that's been some days now. I sleep when you do. As for the boys, I'll do some checking with Jack and Jessie between now and morning to find out if anyone is still planning on picking them up.
"And, I have the small matter of a damned Hogwarts cake to do too, and I'm completely out of time," Angus sighed.
"I'm certainly not a chef, but with Yu's help, and if you ask Nicky and Zoe to help, the three of them might be able to knock it out for you before the boys get here. The steak supper can all go on the grill outside. I've see you do it before."
"Well, yes, baked potatoes, steak, and asparagus can all be cooked on the grill. That might work, but we should be buggaring off to Tuscany either tomorrow night or by first thing the next morning. There's so damned much to do there too."
"I can help you with the packing. You aren't going to need a whole lot since you have clothes there. This trip, I think you should simplify where you can. The pack isn't coming, so it's only going to be those of us who are already here," Marcus said, "and there isn't a one of them that doesn't know how much you've had on your plate already. They'd be fine with cold sandwiches and cans of soda, actually. I think you should change your perspective just a little. This isn't about entertaining two dozen people. This is family--your family--coming together to support and help. Delegate where you can. Your focus doesn't need to be on them. It needs to be on the girls and on Dennis. Sit--just for a minute." Angus obeyed, feeling stressed and tired.
"Look," Marcus said, "you're trying to give 200% to be an instantly perfect father to seven kids right now--and without Ruby. That's an impossible job in itself, and you're trying to do it with one hand--single handedly, quite literally. Nobody expects you to give 200%, certainly not one of those kids. You don't have to try to impress them because they adore you and the home they have here with you and Ruby.
Frankly, as for those newborns, you might be able to buy some extra cans of formula, some jugs of water, some bottles and take the newborns back to the pack. That would take you back down to five, four of which are old enough to help you with the one. That would make life dramatically easier. And, honestly, the sooner they're back to the women of the pack, the better it will be for the mother and for the pack. And in my humble opinion, what you could use tonight is to set all of these arrangements aside and get some dreamless, restful sleep."
"Maybe you're right," Angus said. "I am tired."
"You ought to be. I'll help you get your shower so you can curl up with your book for a little before you turn out the light as soon as I take care of the dog. I'm going to let Finn out for one last trip. It's starting to rain, and it's supposed to amp up to some thunderstorms that are supposed to go all night. I'd like him indoors before that," Marcus said.
"That's ok by me. I think the sound of a storm is relaxing at night,' Angus replied.