Ice cream (Daria, Noah)

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Every outing with Phoebe and Cassandra was a mission, but a mission Daria and Noah faced head on, without fear or faltering! Well, usually without fear. Well, not a lot of fear. They were adults, goddammit, and surely two adults could keep control over two two-and-a-half-year old twins at least most of the time.

Today they were out hunting. They’d successfully ran down a couple of new sets of clothes and shoes for the girls, who were definitely starting to catch up with their growth spurts. They’d stocked up on cough syrup for Phoebe’s reoccurring cold, and, the biggest mission of all, they’d successfully completed a complete circuit of the supermarket without anyone starting to cry.

Daria was so seriously on top of this motherhood business!

But she definitely needed a sugar hit. “Hey Noah,” she said, eyeing up the ice cream stand in the middle of the food court. “You’ve been so well behaved today, I think I should buy you an ice cream.”

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"Probably?" Daria replied. "I think I just need to eat something. With sprinkles," she said, pronouncing the word carefully because it was one of Phoebe's favourites but she pronounced it 'spittles', and it wasn't a great look having your child ask everyone she met for 'spittles'.

Phoebe changed her tune from a chant of ice cream to a chant of spittles. Oh well, Daria thought, she'll get it eventually. Her legs folded underneath her sight narrowed down to tunnel vision, till all she could see was her hand on the floor as she tried to stop herself collapsing completely. She could hear Phoebe laughing through the rushing blood in her ears, and thought, maybe she thinks I'm playing hide and seek? But then her tunnel vision was completely overtaken by black.