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Big was going to lose his mind, and probably kill Porsche as a result.
Why the man had decided to put Big on babysitting duty while he and Kinn fucked off to do whatever it is they were doing, giggling about helicopters and turbulence, whatever the fuck threat meant, was so far beyond him it wasn't even funny.
But here he was, soaking wet, pulling his gun out of its holster to hand to one of the other men who were standing near him (yes Rose, he knows that getting a gun wet isn't a good thing, it's definitely not like he hasn't been extensively trained on how to operate and handle one), holding an equally wet but crying child in his arms.
"I walk inside for two fucking minutes to get snacks for them, and you fucking imbeciles manage to let her not only open the fucking door, but also get close enough to fall in the fucking pool! And then you just fucking stood there! What the actual fuck is wrong with you all!?" Big squatted down when he felt the tug on his pants, letting Reign pat at her still sobbing sisters back, all while still glaring at the incompetent fuckwads who had caused the issue. "She is two fucking years old, opening doors, yeah sure, understandable. But she can't fucking swim! What went through your peanut sized brain to make you think it was okay to let a toddler around a pool, alone?"
Several of the men started stuttering through excuses, when Riot came outside with several pairs of headphones in his hands, popping a pair onto both Reign and Remi, putting his own in place just in time for Big to reach out and snatch Ken's gun from his hand (he had been holding it when he ran outside to see why Big was yelling), and put a bullet between the eyes of the guard who had been closest to Remi when she hit the water.
"Get the fuck out of here, now." Big was just getting angrier the longer he looked at them, so he handed Ken his gun back, standing up with the twins in his arms, Riot stepping closer to grab a fistful of Big's still dripping jacket. "Khun Kinn and Porsche will decide your punishment, but I'd be willing to bet Khun Thankhun and Khun Kim will have words for too."
He turned and walked away, the headphones still on the girls heads digging into his shoulders.
He stopped by the locker room and grabbed his tracksuit to change into, then tracked water through the compound on the way to Kinn and Porsche's suit, silently apologizing to the housekeepers for the mess they would have to clean up.
"You wanna take a bath, or just change and nap?" Big slid the headphones of the girls ears passing them to Riot as he started to help Remi out of the soaked overalls she was wearing. "Just a nap? Okay, we can do that."
He tossed her pull-up in the trash and her wet clothes in the bathroom so they wouldn't soak through and ruin the hardwood, then grabbed a towel and dried her off, drawing a giggle out of her when he plopped it on her head to dry her hair.
"I wet, Big. I wet."
He looked over to see Reign patting at her shorts where they had gotten wet when he picked her up.
"You are wet, yes. Get your brother to help you get nap clothes and a pull-up."
Once he had Remi changed, he turned and was met with a face full of damp shorts and the sound of giggling children, pulling them down in time to see Riot smiling and rearing back to throw Reign's shirt at him too. He caught it this time, raising his eyebrow in question and just getting more laughter in response.
"Don't die while I change, please."
The three of them decided to prove they weren't dead by waiting at the door and ambushing him the second he walked out, latching onto his legs and almost tripping him.
He sighed and just let Riot hang off him like a monkey, high stepping to keep from dragging the girls across the floor as they headed back into their room.
"Big cuddles?"
Remi made grabby hands from where she sat on her bed, and he was weak for their puppy dog eyes (he'd shoot himself in the foot on purpose before he ever admitted that out loud though), and found himself settling on her pink princess themed bed, the girl laying down on top of him, Reign crawling in to cuddle up to his side, followed by Riot shoving them around until he was able to curl up further down the bed using Big's thigh as a pillow.
If later there was a picture of the four of them sleeping framed on the desk in Big's room, that was neither here nor there.
Maybe he did know why Porsche made him babysit.