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Five seconds later Finn starts to cry and then all hell breaks loose

Ryland runs through the house, shrieking like a banshee, and Kira begins to cry, asking when herback

I glare at Xander “This is your fault”

He holds his hands up in surrender “We’ve got this”

“How do you turn the Ryland

“They’re kids, Thea, you don’t turn thelares at me, like somehow it’s my fault I have no motherly instincts whatsoever

“Well, okay, mother hen” I purse my lips “Tell me what to do”

“You take care of the baby, and I’ll wrangle the toddler That one looks erous”

“What about the other one?” I ask, pointing to the crying four-year-old on the floor

“She’s stationary for the ood”

Xander runs after Ryland, the toddler soone

I remove the baby fro a lot and looks up at me with tear-filled blue eyes

“Hi, Finn, how you doin’?” I ask, since I have no idea how to talk to a baby

His pouty lips turn down in a frown and he only screams harder

I bounce him on my hip and make a funny face That seems to help some At least he starts to cry less