December 15th, 2010

They were so god damn tired of the NICU. They were tired of not taking regular showers. They were tired of not having home cooking. They were tired of not being a family. They were just tired.

"When I become a doctor I'm becoming a neonatologist." Lyric said looking in the window that showed them all the tiny babies. Randi's smiled softly.

"That would be wonderful." She said.

"When can I touch them?" Lyric asked.

"In a few weeks or maybe a month." Randi said, "Dr. Wolcott wants them healthy before they get many visitors."

"Okay." Lyric said. Dr. Wolcott walked out into the hallway smiling at the girls.

"Are these the girls I hear so much about?" He asked.

"Yes." Dave said, "Ireland, Lyric, Sailor, and Daisy."

"It's a pleasure to meet you and I'm happy they're here to here this news." Dr. Wolcott said.

"Good news?" Randi asked hopefully. Dr. Wolcott nodded.

"Very. Both of the boys are over two pounds now." He said.

"Are you serious?" Dave asked. He nodded.

"Very. They should be hitting three pounds in a couple of weeks. They're well on their way to healing." Dr. Wolcott said.

"Thank God!" Randi threw her arms around Dave's neck and hugged him tightly.

"I know it's premature, but could you give us an estimation to when the boys may be home?" Dave asked. Dr. Wolcott stood there for a moment thinking.

"It is premature, but on the road they are on now, I would estimate around March." Dr. Wolcott said. "But it could be sooner and it could be later."

"I understand." Dave looked at Randi.

"March." She said. It felt so weird having a date. It made it seem more real. Lyric smiled softly at her mother.

"Maybe Jett and gage will be coming home on my birthday." She said.

"That would be a wonderful gift." Randi said.

* * *

Randi sat in the living room watching a fire burn in the fireplace. She hated being home, away from her sons, but it was hospital policy that parents didn't spend all their time there. Dave stood in the doorway watching his wife.

"They'll be okay." He said walking in. Randi sighed softly. He could read her mind when it came to things like these.

"I know they will be." Randi said, "I can't believe they're two pounds."

"It's an amazing time." Dave sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her; "It's almost Sailor's birthday."

"I know. We'll do something special for her." Randi said. "I can't neglect my other children."

"That's not what you're doing." Dave replied. "You have two very sick children. We all need to focus on them for the time being. The girls understand." Randi nodded as she cuddled into him.

"I want our life to be back to normal." Randi said, "I'm so tired."

"It will be. A few more months." Dave hugged her. He understood what she was feeling. He was so tired of going back and forth from the hospital to the house, trying to have a career and take care of the girls. It was stressful.

December 30th, 2010

Randi sat in the cafeteria staring at the salad in front of her. Dave sat down across from her. She nibbled on some lettuce thinking about Sailor's birthday. She wasnt even there. Dave and the girls celebrated alone.

"I think we should go home." Dave said to Randi.

"Huh? What for?" Randi asked.

"Sex." Dave said, "We've barely been alone the past two months. I miss kissing you and being intimate with you."

"You're thinking about sex?!?" Randi cried, "How could you?"

"What?" Dave looked at her shocked. She was upset at him because he wanted to be with her. Randi stood up with anger in her eyes.

"You're thinking about sex when Gage and Jett are struggling for their lives!!" Randi cried, "You're a horrible father!!" She stomped out of the cafeteria. Dave's eyes froze with anger. He got up and went after her.

"I am not a horrible father!!!" He yelled. "I am here day in and day out with the boys! I am working trying to feed our children! I am not a horrible father. What about you Randi?? You're rarely home! The girls never see you! You're not working."

"I can't work!" Randi snapped, "My boys need me."

"SO do Daisy, Sailor, Lyric, and Ireland." Dave said, "You're not the only one hurting. They are terrified the boys will die. Ireland is beside herself. They need you. We need you."

"You have me, Dave!" Randi cried.

"No...We don't." Dave said. Randi stared at him.

"We....We should check on the boys." She said. Dave sighed softly.

* * *

Dave sat next to Jett's crib. His hazel eyes looked at him.

"Would you like to hold him?" Dr. Wolcott asked. Dave looked at Dr. Wolcott.

"I can?" He asked.

"Sure. Jett is healing nicely." Dr. Wolcott opened up Jett's crib, "Just be careful of the wires." Dave nodded with wide eyes. he glanced at Randi. She was smiling weakly. Dr. Wolcott picked the small baby up and placed him in his father's arms.

"Hi Jett." He said softly. This was the first time he was able to hold one of his sons. Jett took hold of his ventilator tube but Dave uncurled his fingers. "Don't do that son. You need to breathe."

"I'm sorry, Dave." Randi said softly.

"Sorry for what?" Dave asked touching his son's cheek. It was so soft.

"For snapping at you earlier. I miss you too." Randi said, "I miss sleeping next to you." Dave looked up at her.
"Just forget about it." Dave said. Randi's lip quivered.

"Dave..." Randi whispered, but Dave ignored her. He was loving having his son in his arms. He wouldn't let Randi's bitterness or their marital strains ruin anything for him here.

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