Three weeks later…
Leela woke up to a sound not dissimilar to a siren that joined by a similar, high pitched cry, and she groaned.
“Not again,” she muttered, slowly sitting up and wiping sleep out of her eye. She glanced over at Fry who was sleeping, oblivious to the wails that were growing ever louder. She considered waking him up, and she listened to the crying. It was getting steadily louder and so Leela made her decision.
“Fry, get up! The babies are awake!” whispered Leela, nudging Fry in the side. He mumbled something in his sleep and turned over. Leela groaned, it was the same routine every night. First the babies woke up, then Leela woke up, and then she struggled to get Fry up.
“Fry, get up!” she whispered again, slightly louder. Again he grunted but remained asleep. Leela decided that it was time for extreme measures.
“Fry, I want a divorce and I’m taking the kids with me,” she whispered to him.
The reaction was immediate, Fry sat bolt upright in bed, he face paling to a paler shade of white.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Leela, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry! Don’t leave me, don’t take away our kids, please Leela!” he begged. Though she was tired, groggy and verging on sleep deprivation, Leela laughed out loud. Fry looked at Leela in confusion.
“What’s so funny? I thought you were divorcing me?” said Fry, staring at Leela as if she’d gone mad. Checking herself Leela calmed down enough to respond.
“In case you can’t hear Fry, the babies are awake, and I need help sorting them out.”
“So you’re not divorcing me?”
“If you don’t get out of bed right now I will do.”
Immediately Fry was up and out of bed, standing to attention as though he were back on the Nimbus.
“Ma’am yes Captain! Er, I mean, what do you want me to do honey?”
“Go get two nappies, the cream and the baby wipes.”
“Okay Leela, you can count on me!” declared Fry rushing out of the room. Leela slowly counted down from five, and as she reached zero she heard Fry over the babies crying.
“Leela, where are the baby wipes and the cream and the nappies?”
Smiling slightly, Leela called back, “In the cupboard!”
“The one in the corner of the living room!”
“I see it!”
Leela counted down again.
“Leela, they’re not there!”
“Other corner Fry!”
“Got it Leela honey!”
This statement was followed by a series of crashes and bang, punctuated by screaming.
After five minutes of this added to the babies crying Fry staggered back into the bedroom with the required items.
“Got ‘em, now lets go sort out the babies!”