Fitz refilled his coffee and sat in the recliner. He was used to working late but not later than midnight. He fed and changed diapers and there was still whimpering a few minutes later.
"You again." Fitz said, lifting the boy wrapped in the light green blanket. The nurse showed him how to wrap the blanket tight, and he still couldn't get it right.
He cried more than the other boy and girl. He opened his eyes wide and Fitz smiled. It was like looking in a mirror. Same eye color and dark brown hair. Fitz tried to wrap the blanket tighter and the whimpering stopped. The quietness lasted a few minutes. It was time for another feeding, and the other babies were making noise.
"Fitz."
"You can sleep Livvie."
"I can feed them."
"You said it hurts."
"It does, but my milk will help their immune system."
"Okay, which baby do you want?"
"They're both crying. Give them to me."
"Wait a second. My hands are full."
"I think he's going to be your favorite." Olivia said, when the babies latched.
"Why?"
"Because he's your twin."
"The girl looks like you. She has your brown eyes."
"She does." Olivia said.
"You are the perfect mix of us." Olivia said to baby boy in the blue blanket.
"They need names, or are we going to call them green, pink and blue?"
"Do you have a name for green?"
"Not yet. Are we really taking these babies home?"
Olivia laughed, and the sound startled the babies. "We're not leaving them at the hospital."
"What if we aren't ready for this?"
"We don't have any other option. These babies are ours. The apartment won't be neat every day, there will be more laundry, toys scattered and a lot of pacifiers. This is our normal now."
"How are we going to do this at home? Are we taking that whiteboard with us?"
Fitz please don't make me laugh. The babies whimpered at the loud noise.
"I'm serious. Should I get the whiteboard from the office?"
"You can buy a whiteboard from the store. Better yet, order it now on your phone."
"Okay."
"Any more problems Fitz?"
"No."
"Good."