Disclaimer-I only own the OCs.

muses of-many WWErs.

Content-slight slash references, mild talk of het and slash.

Summary- Muses enjoy their lives.

'I told you it would rain.'

'Yeah,but you shouldn't GLOAT about it!'

Wade remained behind his paper, never one to take part in chores until he was nudged into it.

He glanced at his dripping husband and a important part of his anatomy 'nudged' him,alright.

A glow on his face, interest in his eyes.

He blocked the doorway to the bath.

'Okay,let me get-' heath went left and Wade stood in his way. Right, the same outcome.

'I need a towel!'

Hands on him, somewhat rough, gripped him, flung him to the floor.

Big body sat on him.

'Let me up! I'm soggy!'

'Then I'll dry you.' Smiling lips against his ear, barest feel of tongue tip and soon his heart was racing.

'Reliving our Nexus playtime,huh, Big Ears?'

'You'll know once I remove you from these drenched clothes.'

'Ah, good old pulling my drawers off using your teeth.'

'More than that.'

'More?'

'Lots.'

Heath was scooped up and carried away, bedroom door eased closed.

Clothing eased off, like melting ice.

He dried from top to toe in the best way possible.

Justin hummed while swinging upside down from the tree.

Backyard looked great, decked out, streamers, balloons, all the coolest party supplies littered the grass. and trees.

Giggling from the nearest tree which made him smile.

Then a shriek.

A clatter.

More wild shrieks,then sobbing.

He took the easy for himself route,hopped from the top of one tree to the next,slid down, landed neatly.

Angel with a knotted frown.

'Are you okay,my dogter?'

'It's the worst thing ever!'

'Did...Daddy fall off the ladder? Is he okay? Is your sister?!...'

'We're okay,Daddy.' Little Drew's voice,tiny bells in his ears. 'But it's the worse thing EVER!'

'I TOLD you.' Angel said knowingly,triumphant.

'Well,what happened?'

'A bird pooped on Daddy!' Little Drew yelped and began crying again.

Justin was relieved enough to sit down hard on the grass and laugh hysterically.

'Daddy,it's MEAN to laugh at when people have icky stuff happen to them!' Angel scolded.

'Yes, yes, I'm sorry.'

'You'd better be.' The large male of a Drew stepped in sight, squeezing water from his mane.

'You okay,big guy?'

'Yes,I ran the hose over myself.'

'Daddy's clean!' Angel beamed.

'Hooray!' Little Drew ran and tackled, her sister followed suit, one on each long leg,hugging.

'Years pass and you still get all the beautiful young women all over you.' Justin merrily joked.

'This party will be fun. Anymore I should do?'

'You and the blondies could set the food out while I finish hanging up the deco.'

'Sounds fine by me.'

'Uhm hmmmmm.' Justin snatched his own hug and kiss session, indulging in it until the giggling of their small blond daughters paused the intimate festivities.

Drew, his wonderful husband, tousled his hair playfully after one final quick smooch, their twin girls running in circles around them.

'Watch out for birds, Sky Flyer. They tend to throw bombs unexpectedly.'

Another squishy embrace.

'I'll keep an eye on them.'