One year passed by then half of the next.
His hair grew more grey yet he smiled more and protested less.
Felt better at night also, no blue pills that kept him full of spirit.
His husband was proof of this, man walked with a limp and a grin each morning after.
'Great wedding, wasn't it?'
'It was beautiful.'
another year moved along.
And his smile never faded.
'Woah, sissy, you are HUGE!'
'Oh thanks Wadjee.' Rose grumbled. 'My feet ache.'
'So how many? And what are they?'
'I don't know. And they're babies.' Rose snapped, a perfect Barrett scowl across her face like one of Markus' creepy goth masks.
'Sorry, sissy-boo. I meant girls or boys.'
'i know. You mean no harm and I should never yell it you, I'm just sore.'
'Hey I can be annoying, ask papa, he'll tell you.'
'Tell me, hell,he'll talk for hours about that subject.'
Wade jr beamed, Markus drew a smiley face on his paper and held it up and Rose giggled.
She put her hands on her swelled belly and laughed softly.
He awoke suddenly before sunrise.
He hurt, his stomach and legs.
Reached over, almost toppled his love from the bed.
'I'd like to thank all y'all who made my album a success and-'
'Wake up,stupid, Rose is in labor!'
A wiggly stretch and yawning Heath blink, typical dumb face, drowsy.
'She IS?!'
'Yessssss, I can FEEL her pain.'
'Oh crap,oh cuh-rap, let's move it then.'
'I'm only waiting for you, snail.'
Night fell before they recieved the news.
Spike to address the group.
He was gelatin-wobbly, sweaty, smiling.
'Well?' Wade put away the bag he'd been hyperventalting into. 'She'd better be okay or YOU'LL need the hospital bed.'
'Rose is fine. All the babies are too.'
'And?'
'Five. All girls.'
a loud tree topple of a crash, timmmmberrrr and Drew laughed loudly into his ridiculous stripper-cowboy hat.
wade had fainted.