#perdita and tab are nightmare sisters creating another nightmare in training

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sweet child o' mine — ➥ t, drabble series, 1,652 words rupert and taggie have their first daughter, rosaline campbell-black, and the family, are, appropriately, a nightmare when it comes to welcoming the new member of the clan.

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rcb jr. au where we get snippets of the campbell-black extended family doting on and spoiling rupert and taggie's new baby.

(chapter drabbles, not a full coherent story, for my own sanity)

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"Your father is going to kill you for this, Tabitha," Perdita hisses as she watches her younger half-sister carrying yet another, even younger half-sister to the horse stables.

"He's your father too!" the little girl with blonde hair snaps, glaring at her elder sister.

With the grooms taking a brief reprieve during lunch, Tab is happily carrying her new baby sister, Rosie, to the stamping dark horse known as Pridie.

"Not to that one!" Perdita gasps, rushing over to take the one-year-old from her sister. "He'll buck her off!"

"You said you put Eddie on a horse the day after he was born," Tab pouts. "Rosie needs to catch up!"

"I might have exaggerated the timeline for effect," Perdita mumbles. Then, when Tab narrows her eyes suspiciously, Perdita rolls her eyes. "At least let me get on first," she groans, shutting Pridie's stall and walking to old Rocky's bed. Inside, the old grey stallion looks back at her dubiously.

"Rocky's too old!"

"He's a much easier ride, especially if I'm going to be holding a baby," Perdita says with a glare, grabbing the tack to saddle the horse before stepping on the stirrup and riding on top of the tall showjumping champion. "Give her here."

Tab looks at her dubiously. "I want her first ride."

"Tabitha, don't be ridiculous. You barely know how to take care of yourself. At least I have had practice with a baby on a horse."

"I'm pretty sure it was Luke," Tab says, thinking of the tall American brother-in-law who always had a kind smile for her. "He seems like a more stable rider anyway."

"Oh hush, you brat. And stop smiling like that while talking about my husband. Give her to me, she's fussing," Perdita says with a glare. Reaching down, she takes the little baby, dressed in white lace and wrapped around with a blue ribbon like a present. Placing the babe in front of her in the saddle, Perdita almost misses when Tab moves to get on Rocky too. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm not going to miss this!" she says haughtily, clambering on top of the horse and wrapping her arms around Perdita. "Can I hold her?"

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