2 months later…

~Dean's Point of View~

I sat behind the wheel and sipped my coke. I glanced back at the kids. They were contently sitting in their car seats, while I finished my burger. The lights were beginning to flicker off and it looked like everyone was shutting down. So much for an all night, 24/7 burger joint, I thought to myself. It was around 4 am and so I started up the car and began to drive back home.

If we had thought having one screaming, crying baby was hard, try having two. The minute one would stop crying, the other one would start. Some nights, I knew that Meredith really needed her sleep so we would drive. I'd take the babies out to the car, and we'd drive. It didn't really matter where. Sometimes we just went to the supermarket and back, other times we went to this burger joint I had found in town. It wasn't the best, but the burgers were pretty good and it was supposed to be open all night. Sometimes we went in, other times, we just sat in the car, like tonight. The place was older and still had a jukebox.

A loud cry erupted from one of the kids and I groaned, glancing back to see who it was.

"Flynn," I groaned.

"Alright… how does this thing work?" I asked, messing around with the iPod that was hooked up to my car. "Wait, what the hell is Sammy's iPod doing here? I should just-." I contemplated throwing it back there but I figured it would hit one of my kids, which would be bad, and maybe, just maybe, it may come in handy.

I played around with it for a while, making sure to check the road, before finally getting it to play something, "What the hell is this? Come on, Sammy. What? No! No, don't do that!" There was some soft acoustic song playing and it was kind of lame, but Flynn stopped crying. I let the song play before changing it but Flynn began crying again. "No, go back!" I went back and played the song and Flynn, once again, stopped crying. "Huh. What is this anyways?" I looked down at the iPod and it said "Fast Car" By Boyce Avenue feat. Kina Grannis.

Oh God…

It was actually kind of nice, but I'd never admit that to anyone.

"Now that I got you two to stop crying and your Mommy a good solid hour of sleep, let's get home," I said, glancing back at my kids again, before speeding up just a little, and driving home.

The minute I got home, I put the babies back in their cribs and went into the bedroom, crawling into bed with Meredith.

"How was the drive?" she mumbled softly in her sleep.

"It was great. Go back to bed, Mer," I said back.

And right on cue, the babies began crying again. Meredith took a deep breath before getting up.

"I'll go get them," she said.

"Are you sure? I'm already up?" I asked back.

"Yeah, you need your sleep now," she replied, kissing me once, before leaving the room to go take care of our kids. I smiled to myself. I had an awesome wife.

~End Dean's POV~

"Hey what's this page?" I asked, curiously. I flipped to the second to last page of Jude's book that he had made for the twins. He had finally let me see it.

"That one is a page for Grandpa Bobby. It also has some stuff about your mom and dad and Daddy's mom and dad. It says: "I know we never got to meet them, but they meant a lot to our mom and dad. So does Grandpa Bobby. I wish you could've met him. He was awesome. I love him and miss him very much"," Jude read to me.

I smiled, "I think the twins are going to love it when they're old enough to read."

"You think?" Jude asked, his eyes lighting up.

"I know," I replied.

"Alright, well, how you go get dressed because I've got to get dressed too. I should probably take this time when the babies are asleep to go change out of my pajamas," I suggested.

"Sure… we can't stay in our pajamas all day?" Jude asked, coyly.

I chuckled, "No, we can't. Unless you don't why to go to the park today. I think your dad wanted to play some ball or something."

"Really? Okay, okay! I'll go get dressed!" Jude exclaimed.

"Alright," I laughed a little, as Jude excited ran towards his dresser so that he could get out a shirt and some pants. I got off of his bed, and went downstairs, back to our room, making sure that the baby monitor was on.

Dean was fast asleep, passed out on the bed. I wasn't surprised. He had been the twins out on drives late at night when they wouldn't stop crying. It was really sweet that he wanted me to get some sleep, but I wanted him to sleep too. We were parents of twins, and yeah, that was going to be really hard, but I didn't want him to have to do all the work. I figured I wouldn't wake him up just yet.

I opened up the closet to see what I was going to wear today. I was finally beginning to get my body back, meaning I could actually wear some of the clothes that I honestly hadn't been in the mood to wear before, due to the fact that I still had some baby weight and was exhausted, due to the twins. I picked out a navy frock covered all in a rose pattern on the fabric, and a skinny, chestnut belt. There were buttons down most of the front and it was a deep, narrow v-neck like cut, if the buttons were unbuttoned enough. I then chose some low, light brown wedges, a small bow tied at the top of the shoe with thin brown string. I didn't put them on yet, but they went so well with the dress that I'd wear that if we ended up going out today. I put my hair up in a messy bun for now. I didn't really have time to mess with my hair but I was happy that I finally felt good wearing my old clothes again. I had been going to the Y and taking pilates classes and just exercising in general. It felt good to get fit again because I had missed exercising. Call me a junkie, but I did like those endorphins…

I went out of the room and back upstairs, opening the door to John's room. John was still asleep, curled up in his blankets. He looked so precious all curled up in his bed. I went over and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Hey, John, it's time to wake up," I said softly.

"Mama, are you awake?" John mumbled, half-conscious.

I laughed, "Yes, I am awake. Come on. Let's get up and have some breakfast. We can have some cereal, maybe some bacon…"

"Ooh, bacon," John smiled, opening his eyes and looking at me.

"Yep. Go ahead and get dressed and go brush your teeth so that we can have breakfast," I encouraged.

"Okay! Bacon!" John exclaimed.

I laughed as I watched my son jump out of bed, and hurry to get some clothes on in time for breakfast. I left the room, and saw Jude coming out of his room.

"Is Dad still asleep?" Jude asked.

"Yeah, he had a late night with the twins last night," I replied.

"They're so loud. Why do they have to keep crying?" Jude groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"They're babies. Babies cry a lot. I'm sorry. If you want to sleep downstairs or something tonight, you can," I replied.

"I'll think about it," Jude answered.

"Did you sleep alright?" I asked.

Jude shrugged, "Just okay."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said back.

"It's okay, Mom," Jude shrugged. "How about you?"

"I slept just fine," I said.

"Do you need any help with breakfast?" Jude asked.

"Sure. Yeah, that'd be great, actually," I smiled. "Why don't you meet me down there? Go make yourself some cereal and I'll be down there in a moment. I've just got to get John and the twins downstairs first."

"Okay, Mom," Jude agreed, going down the stairs.


Later that day, after Dean took the kids to the park, John and Jude stayed with their dad while I took the twins over to Molly's store. I figured I'd stop by and say hi, and while I was at it, I'd relieve Dean from having to take care of four kids all on his own. I opened the door to her store, pushing the stroller in front of me that contained Victoria and Flynn. Molly was at the counter, sitting on a stool in a navy blue dress with a pleated neckline, military-inspired pockets, and broad belt, creating a classic silhouette.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi!" Molly said, looking up from the counter. She had been drawing and right next to her on another stool, Renee sat, doodling on a piece of paper.

"Like mother like daughter. Look at the two of you! Maybe Renee will be a big, successful fashion designer one day too," I said playfully.

"How does that sound, baby? Do you want to be a fashion designer like Mama?" Molly asked, looking over at her daughter. Her daughter looked back up at her mom, with her light brown eyes.

"Maybe. Mama, can I get down now?" Renee asked.

"Sure, sweetie," Molly said, getting out of her stool and taking Renee off of hers, setting her down on the ground. "Aw, you brought the twins. How is that going anyways? We went crazy over the sleepless nights… how are you actually managing two babies?"

I chuckled, "I have no idea. I haven't been sleeping much… at all. It's actually really sweet. Dean takes out the twins for a ride in the car sometimes when he knows that I'm running on zero sleep, at night."

"Aw, that is sweet!" Molly said. "He's such a good husband, Mer. He really loves you."

"Auntie Meredith," Renee smiled, coming out from behind the store counter and hugging me. I bent down to hug her back.

"Hey, Renee. What're you two up to today?" I asked.

"We're just doing some sketching. Mama is really good at that," she smiled.

"Sweetie, what do you think? Does this say "I'm classy and subtle" or do you think it's way too loud for my Spring collection?" Molly asked, holding up the sketch for her daughter to see. Renee turned her head to the side a little and thought about it. "I like it Mama. Pretty. I like the purple. It's perfect," Renee said back.

"Wow, Molly. You really are training her to be a young fashion designer," I said, amused.

Molly shrugged, "She likes it when I ask her about her opinion on my sketches."

"I do. I like to help Mama work," Renee smiled proudly.

I chuckled, "That's great."

"I see that you brought my newest little nephews here. Oh my God, they're precious, Meredith. They look like little sleeping angels," Molly smiled.

"For now," I joked.

"Yeah, you and I both know all about that. But at least they're sleeping now. Knock on wood," Molly said.

"Yeah. It's probably the one time they ever will today. I should be getting home though. I'm going to put them down for a nap and wait for Dean, Jude, and John to come home.

"Oh, alright. Well, thanks for stopping by," Molly said.

"No problem," I said back.


"Wow," I heard a voice say.

"What?" I asked, turning around to see Dean, standing in the doorway to the living room.

"You actually got the twins to sleep. That's an achievement," Dean said.

"Yeah they've been out for a while. I think all that crying last night wore them out. Hopefully they'll sleep tonight as well. Fingers crossed," I chuckled a little.

"Hm," Dean sounded.

"Dean," I said.

"What?" he asked back.

"Stop looking at me like that," I blushed.

"Like I want to get you pregnant?" Dean smirked.

"Yes," I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.

"But I do," Dean said, taking steps towards me, looking me up and down.

"Dean," I giggled. "We just had two babies – twins. That's enough work as it is! You can't seriously be thinking about having another kid right now. We barely have any sleep!"

"I'm just kidding, baby," Dean chuckled. "But we can practice right now, if you want. John and the twins are all napping. Jude is upstairs… you know, doing what he does. We could be really quiet, although I know you may have trouble with that."

I hit Dean playfully, "Wow, thanks, babe!"

"I'm serious. It's been so long," Dean groaned.

"No it hasn't," I argued back, playfully.

"Yes it has," Dean said, gently pushing me down on the couch and climbing on top of me. I giggled and bit my lip while Dean just stared into my eyes.

"Dean," I whispered, before he crashed his lips against mine. He was right. It had been a while. We honestly hadn't had much time at all for sex after the babies were born and we had just been too busy. With Dean so close to me, I had to admit, that I was seriously considering taking him up on his offer. I had missed this a lot…

Dean's hands roamed my body, as he began to leave small kisses on my neck. The feel of his lips on my bare skin sent sparks across my body. That mouth… God he was good with his mouth… and those hands…

"Oh, Dean," I moaned softly.

"See, I told you, you'd have trouble keeping quiet," Dean said, as I felt him smirk against my skin.

Suddenly, one of the babies began crying upstairs and Dean and I pulled apart. I sat up: "Damn it."

"Mmm, why?" Dean asked, wrapping his arms around me as he began to leave kisses on my shoulders and neck. "I think that's Flynn. Let him work it out."

I shook my head, "He's going to wake up Victoria if we don't calm him down."

"You're right," Dean groaned.

I turned around, kissing Dean passionately, before pulling away.

"Later, okay?" I asked.

"I knew you wanted me," Dean said, cockily.

"Shut up," I said, rolling my eyes playfully and pushing him down on the coach. "Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back." I got up, turning to look Dean only once, before going upstairs and going to comfort Flynn so that he'd go back to sleep and not wake up his sister.

Babies were so much work…