Molly and Tristan
"Excuse me?"
The healer squirmed uncomofortably under Molly's gaze--or, well, he was a good foot taller than her, but it was the same concept. Molly's hand was firmly on her hip, Percy bouncing on the other.
"I..er...well, ma'am, it's just that---"
"It's just that what?" Molly snapped, eyebrows going high. Percy stared up at the healer just as sternly.
"Visiting hours are over?"
"Oh, oh you must be delusional."
The healer's mouth fell open and his eyes shot to the clock on the wall beside them. "N-no...it ended five minutes ago..."
"And do you really think I care? No, no I don't care--I have five young children at home, do you really think I can---and I was here before eight o'clock, thankyouverymuch, it is not my fault that the lot of you cannot organize itself well enough to make sure that the visitors get the correct passes instead of not updating them for the next day. Honestly, this is absolutely ridiculous, I am pregnant, you are treating a pregnant woman like this---who is your super---"
"Okay! Okay," the healer threw up his hands and pushed the door to the maternity ward open, "You can go, just---"
Molly didn't wait for him to respond, and instead called for Arthur, Fabian, and the rest of the boys to follow her, looking like a little army as they marched through the maternity ward to Gleny's room. Molly dropped Percy into Gideon's arms, a hurried congratulations slipping out of her mouth as she sprinted across the room to Gleny, who was holding Tristan.
"Oh, oh, give him to Auntie Molly, dear--"
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