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Paul glanced at the clock when Reba got up for the fifth time tonight from the sound of the baby crying. I was four o'clock in the morning. Reba told him to go back to sleep, she could handle the baby. But Paul still got up. It was Aimee who woke up this time. Reba checked her diaper but it was still clean, so she must be hungry. Nope, she wasn't hungry. She just need some comfort. Since he couldn't be any help, Paul was going back to sleep. However, the sound of Aimee crying had woken up Aaron. Paul picked him up and tried to rock him back to sleep with no help. He yawned. Reba sat down on a rocking chair. Paul did the same. Reba started to sing a lullaby for her babies. They went back to sleep. Reba giggled when she heard the sound of light snoring coming from Paul. She put Aimee back in her crib, and gently took Aaron from Paul. Paul was startled. Reba quietly shushed him. She put Aaron in his crib and took Paul's hand going back to their bed. She hoped to get a wink of sleep tonight.

Although he didn't get much sleep at nights. He still crazed about his babies. Along with Sylvie. Reba have just discovered where Paul got his child-like attitude from.

"Let me hold my grandson," demanded Sylvie. Reba looked at them with a small smile.

"You held him before Reba fed him, now it's my turn." Paul objected. Paul had Aimee and Sylvie had Aaron, Reba took Aaron from Sylvie to feed him and now she was feeding Aimee.

"Paul Steven Robert MacIntosh! I'm your mother. Give him to me or I'll spank you!" She threatened her son.

"Nuh uh, he's mine. And you won't spank me now, 'cause I'm bigger and taller than you ar- Ouch!" Sylvie smacked his butt.

"Oh cut it out you two. One of you can have Aimee when I'm done feeding her." Reba chuckled.

"See maman, you can wait for Aimee." Paul wouldn't give up his son.

"You give him to me and you can wait for Aimee. I want to hold a baby now." She tried to take her grandson from Paul. He turned his back at her preventing his mother to take the baby from him. He got another smack on his butt. All of the sudden, they stopped and sniffed the air.

"Here maman, you can have him." Paul held the boy to his mother.

"That's okay son. I can wait. I'll wait for Aimee" Sylvie suddenly changed her mind.

"He needed his diaper changed." Paul still tried to hand the baby to his mom.

"I changed your diapers! I've done my part."

"And you did such a wonderful job. Please continue." Reba couldn't help but laugh.

"Here you go Sylvie, Aimee is done feeding." Sylvie stuck her tongue out at Paul and rushed over to pick up her granddaughter from Reba.

"Aww man...," cried Paul jokingly. He took Aaron to the change table and cleaned him up. He was about to put on a fresh diaper for him when Aaron sprayed him. Paul closed his eyes and shut his mouth quickly. Reba and Sylvie laughed. "Very funny son." Paul playfully hissed at his son and finished changing his diaper and went to wash his face. When he came out of the washroom, Reba had Aaron in her arms. "Hey, my turn to hold him now."

"All right, here you go. I'm going to take a nap." Reba smirked. She handed the baby to Paul and went to bed and fell fast asleep. She woke up a while later finding Paul sleeping next to her with his arm resting across her middle. She grinned and quietly eased out of the bed. She went to the nursery and found Sylvie was rocking both babies in her arms. Reba sat next to her, looking at her babies. "You sent him off to sleep?"

"Yes, he yawned and he said the babies kept waking you two up at night. So I told him 'don't you rather hold your wife?'. He left before I could start the next sentence." Reba blushed at Sylvie's comment. "You know, I've never seen him this madly in love with anyone before. Ever since he took you to my place and introduced you as his assistant. I could see he thought of you more than just 'an assistant'. He might not be deeply in love with you back then, but you had already held a special place in his heart. A mother can always tell what her son really wants, don't you think?" Reba smiled sheepishly.

"He held a special place in my heart too. I had to fight it for too many reasons."

"Do you remember one time that he went to Paris, and you had to go to your son's graduation?" Reba nodded. "He came to see me at my place, and he told me he was tired of being alone. He missed you dearly." Sylvie smiled. "We had a long talk. He asked me what I thought if someday he would ask you to marry him." She glanced at Reba who still smiled bashfully listening to her, she was at a loss of words. "Of course, I gave him my blessing. He couldn't have found a better wife. You have completed his life. You make him happier than he had ever been. And you didn't just make my son happy, but you've also given me two beautiful grandchildren. I couldn't thank you enough." Reba hugged her mother-in-law with misty eyes trying not to disturb the babies. "If only Robert was still here to see how his son has found a wonderful wife. I can't even imagine how happy he'd be."

"Hey, I woke up and my wife was gone." Paul had no idea what his mom had just talked to Reba about. He was taken by surprise when Reba walked to him and brought him into a deep passionate kiss. Sylvie snickered and shook her head with a soft grin. "Well, I'm not sure what I did to deserve that, but can I have another one?" Reba granted his request. One of the babies started to make noise trying to cry making their parents breaking the kiss.

"I think he's hungry," commented Reba without turning around.

"How do you know it's Aaron." Paul puzzled.

"A mother can always tell what her son really wants." Reba winked at Sylvie. Sylvie grinned hearing Reba recite her statement. Reba carefully picked up Aaron from her mother-in-law. Sylvie handed Aimee to Paul.

"Now my turn to nap. Jet lag is catching up on me." Paul laughed and he kissed his mom's cheeks taking his daughter from her. He sat in a rocking chair watching Reba feed their baby boy.

"Paul Steven Robert MacIntosh..." something just dawned on her.

"Please don't call me by my full name, I got a chill down my spine." Paul quivered making Reba laugh.

"I just realized that your dad, you and Aaron shared the same name."

"Great grandpa and grandpa's name was Robert too. Mom said she made a deal with dad that she would not name their son Jean-Pierre, Jean-Luc, Jean-Whatever… if dad wouldn't name the first born directly after him. Like Uncle Bill, he has a son name Billy, and guess what Billy named his son?"

"William?" Paul chuckled at her remarked. They both let out a long happy sigh. Paul eyed her adoringly. Still couldn't believe they had two kids together and she was feeding his son Aaron Robert Paul MacIntosh. He grinned. Reba looked up at him and she smiled.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You're a sight for sore eyes, why wouldn't I stare at you?" Paul replied with a charming smile.

"Aww... No need to sweet talk, I've already fallen for you."

"You have? I have no idea." Paul quipped and chuckled. He got up and kissed her so sweetly.

"Now, you can have this one, and give Aimee to me." Reba finished feeding her son and reached out for her daughter.

"But she's still sleeping."

"I'll have to wake her up" Paul confusedly switched the babies with her. "I have to start feeding them both together, to get them into the same schedule. Feeding time, sleeping time. I should practice feeding them both at the same time." Reba mumbled feeding her little girl.

"You're so natural at this." Paul looked at her in awe. Reba beamed. "You're such a terrific mom."

"You're a great dad too. Not every man will get up at 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 o'clock in the morning to see if he could help his wife breastfeed a baby."

"I'd like to help but these wells are dry." His comment caused Reba to laugh. Paul hired a nanny to help out at night, so Reba didn't have to get up unless she had to feed them. So they wouldn't be too tired. But they still spent time with the babies as much as they could. Reba loved giving them a bath. Paul loved watching her giving them a bath. He especially loved when he was sitting next to her when she sang them a lullaby, rocking them to sleep.

Paul was just like every other guy, he hated changing diapers. Especially to Aaron, since he got sprayed countless time. But he still loved him dearly.

"Okay boy, I'm gonna take your dirty diaper out and if you spray me again you'll have to learn to change it yourself." Paul got saliva blowing to him in respond. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" The baby boy tried to shift his weight to his side. He rolled from his back to his tummy. Paul was excited. "Reba! Honey! Look!" Reba rushed over to see what he was up to. "Aaron rolled on his tummy all by himself!" Paul was so overwhelmed. He picked the boy up and held him. "Uh oh..." Reba saw what happened and she laughed. "He wet my shirt!"

"Yeah, you should have put his diaper back on before picking him up." Reba giggled. Aimee blew bubbles.

Paul loved feeding the twins. Reba started feeding them some solid food now, and Paul loved the job he was assigned to. He seemed to take it seriously.

"Here comes a Boeing 747 on final approach." He fed Aimee. He then looked back at Aaron.

"Has the Cessna 172 left the runway, because here comes an Airbus a340!" The next spoon went back to Aaron. So many types of plane followed. "Oh dear" said Paul "That last one must have been a DHC6 Twin Otter landing on the water, because it made quite a splash!"

"Can't you just say 'here comes the aeroplane', like everybody else?" Reba giggled getting a few bottles ready as she is going out with Paul this evening and going somewhere over a weekend. It would be their first official time alone together since she gave birth. It had been a long six months since their last passionate night together, without babies interrupting them. This weekend, it'd be just the two of them, no baby talk.

"That would be boring. Each airport has so many types of planes that land in a day. I haven't cover them all yet."

"I wouldn't be surprised if one of them grows up to be a pilot or air traffic controller." Reba commented with a smirk turning off the machine. Paul glanced over with a smile.

"Well I can't wait till tonight, when I get to have those all by myself and don't have to share with these two little ones." Paul suggestively wiggled his brows and chuckled when Reba gave him the evil eye. He wiped their babies' tiny little mouths gently with washcloths and put them in a playpen. He gave them a few toys they could chew on.

"I better start giving them formula." Paul laughed when Reba brought her hands up to her chest seeing Aimee bite the toy with all her force. They were teething now. "Anyway, where are we going this weekend?"

"You'll see." Paul wrapped his arms around her chest and kissed her on the top of her head. The nanny arrived. Reba instructed her about the babies. Paul gave her the number to his BlackBerry to reach him if she needed them to come back. "Don't you two do anything cute until mommy and daddy are back," Paul told the infants. They both gave their babies one last kiss before taking off to their private airstrip. Paul would fly his small Baron G58 to their destination.

"You really won't tell me where we're going? Have I been there before?" Reba questioned after they were flying for a while. Although, she wasn't allow to touch any buttons, she sat next to him as a co-pilot.

"Yes you have been there before," answered Paul with a mischievous grin.

"Somewhere south?"

"Uh huh."

"A beach?" She knew him so well.

"Getting warmer..."

"Let me guess... We'll not talk about babies, will not think about babies, but you're about to take me to where they were conceived?" Paul snickered as they landed at the airport.

"Bingo! Welcome back to Cancun."

Paul took her back at the same resort they went to when they were trying to escape the chaos of the wedding planning and ended up with two more members of the family. He took her to walk hand in hand along the beach, trying to avoid talking about babies. But they just couldn't help it. Paul slipped a disc of romantic dance songs in the CD player and they slow danced their night away. They enjoyed their romantic time in a jacuzzi for two that overlooked the gulf of Mexico. They ended their passionate night in each other's arms.

In the morning, Reba woke up to Paul's smiling face. Not like they hadn't done anything after the twins were born, but spending all night taking time to appreciate each other wasn't really an option when they have two babies taking turns waking up at night. But last night, they took their time pleasuring one another like the way they used to. She gave him a quick peck and quietly made her way to the bathroom. They would be going home tomorrow, but they didn't plan to leave the resort today. After breakfast, They sat on the balcony looking at the open water, cuddling with each other. All of the sudden Reba felt nauseous; she rushed to the washroom and vomited everything she ate. Paul patted her back.

"Are you having a morning sickness again?"