These are the Chronicles of Life and Death and everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem
We come into this world and we go out just the same
Today could be the best day of your life
-Good Charlotte, "The Chronicles of Life and Death"
"WAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Your turn"
"The hell it's my turn. I went last time"
"How many times must I tell you not to swear in front of the babies?"
"Sorry…"
"Now, I have spent the ENTIRE day with them while you were on a mission. It's only fair that you tend to them now"
"But Ororo…"
"No buts, Logan. Now tend to the triplets."
"It's like a twilight bark with those things. One starts crying, and all of them start crying"
Sure enough…
"HANK MCCOY, I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP! YOU TEND TO EMILY NOW OR I WILL PUT YOU TO SLEEP FOR GOOD!"
"NO I WILL NOT USE MY TELEPATHY TO SILENCE JESSICA! IT'S IMMORAL, UNETHICAL, AND IMPOSSIBLE AT THIS UNHOLY HOUR OF THE NIGHT!"
"IS MULTIPLE MAN MY CODE NAME? NO! IT'S YOURS! SO YOU GET THE LADDIE WHATEVER HE NEEDS! I'M THE ONE THAT'S WITH HIM ALL DAY WHILE YOU SOLVE YOUR DETECTIVE THINGIES!"
"WILL ALL OF YOU SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP? WARREN AND I CAN'T HAVE A DECENT $#$# WITH ALL OF YOU PEOPLE SCREAMING!"
Silence. Then what sounded like the whole mansion shouted back at her,
"DON'T SWEAR IN FRONT OF THE BABIES!"
"DON'T YELL AT ME WHILE I'M TRYING TO MAKE ONE!"
SLAM!
Following Betsy's lead, three other doors slammed and one closed quietly as four fathers found themselves standing outside their bedrooms holding their respective wailing infants.
Scott, Hank, and Jamie looked awful. They're hair was all messed up and they're pajama's were all wrinkled. They shot jealous glares at Logan who, regardless of the fact that he was holding two wailing infants instead of one, looked considerably much better than the other fathers.
"No Kristen tonight, I see" said Hank groggily.
"That kid could sleep through a Shi'ar invasion of Earth"
"Lucky her" said Jamie.
"To the kitchen" Scott said with fake enthusiasm.
With a groan, the fathers headed downstairs to the kitchen.
They found that the kitchen wasn't as empty as they expected it to be.
"What the heck is that noise?" complained Amara as she covered her ears.
"Banshee's pride and joys" Hank said sleepily
Jamie multiplied and fetched each of the babies their respective bottles from the refrigerator.
"Amara, would you…?"
"If it will quiet them" she said.
She took a bottle in each hand and warmed them up for the fathers. Then she did the other three.
"Thanks" said Logan.
Jamie multiplied and took Kata from Logan. "Thanks"
The babies eagerly took their bottles and became quiet for the time being.
"So, have the triplets shown any signs of powers yet?" Scott asked Logan.
"Would Ororo and I be sane if they did?" he responded with a grin.
"Good point" he laughed.
"Yeah, little Ivan here hasn't either" Jamie lightly bounced the baby boy in his arms. "What do you think his power will be? Multiplying wolves?"
"That's always a possibility, depending on the dominant and recessive mutant genes" said Hank, always the scientist.
"Well, I hope the triplets take after their old man: I don't think Mother Nature is going to be too happy with three more weather witches"
"Most definitely not" agreed Amara.
The dads sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes while their children took their bottles.
"Can you believe that their four months old?" whispered Scott proudly.
"I honestly can't" smiled Hank.
"Shouldn't they be having breast milk instead of formula if their so young?" asked Amara.
"This…um…this is breast milk" said Jamie in a low voice.
Amara stood up from her chair.
"Ew and good night"
With that, she turned and left, leaving the fathers to chuckle amongst themselves.
Jessica finished what she was going to have of her mother's milk and began biting at the leather of the glove on her left hand with her gums. Scott took her hand out of her mouth.
"No, Jessie, you can't do that"
Jessica didn't object and snuggled into Scott's chest.
"When do you plan on letting her know about the Phoenix?" Logan asked Scott.
He didn't respond.
"You are going to let the kid know, right?"
"When she's ready" was his response. "When she needs to know"
"If I had the power to destroy the world if I was pissed I'd sure like to know" said Jamie.
"Don't swear in front of…"
"Sorry, 'If I was angry'"
As they became silent again, a small noise could be heard. Hank looked down and realized that the noise was Emily yawning.
"Looks like someone's finally come to her senses" smiled Hank.
"Lucky her" said Logan seeing that he and a Jamie were still feeding Kata and Kiara.
"Don't worry; I'll wait up for you guys"
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"Hey, Emma, did Hank come back to bed last night?" asked Ororo.
"Well he wasn't there this morning" she responded.
Who can really blame him thought Jean while saying, "Scott didn't come to bed last night either"
"Jeez, do you think we were too hard on the lads?" asked Rahne as she joined the other mothers.
"Well, it's hard to be nice at three in the morning"
"Hear, hear"
"I could do it" said Ororo. "And I have triplets"
"Well, maybe your right" said Jean. "We should make it up to them"
"Coffee, kisses, and a day off?" suggested Emma as they walked into the kitchen.
They stopped dead at the sight before them.
Scott, Hank, Logan and two Jamies were fast asleep in the kitchen chairs, their infants awake and playing with their accessories. Jessica was waving Scott's glasses in one hand, Emily was playing with her father's fur, Ivan Madrox was playing with a botton on his father's pajama and the two Howletts were playing with their empty bottles.
The mother's restrained themselves from laughing too loud and took their infants from their sleeping husbands with a kiss.
"Lots and lots of coffee" whispered Rahne with a wolfish grin.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of 'The Grandchildren of the Atom'. Thanks to marvlix for patiently (cough, cough) waiting for it and encouraging me to hurry the hell up.
Jean, Scott, Hank, Emma, Jamie, Rahne, Logan, Ororo, Betsy, and Warren: "DON'T SWEAR IN FRONT OF THE BABIES!"
THE STORY IS OVER! I CAN SWEAR IF I WANT TO! Oh…ehem…sorry.
Jessica, Emily, Kata, Kiara, Kristen and Ivan are all mine. Nothing else is.
Coming soon…
"Can you say 'mama', Kata? Say 'mama'."
Kata gurgled.
"Bub!"
Ororo blinked.
"LOGAN!"