He sits on the edge of the vinyl coated hospital chair gazing at the love of his life. Noah sits on his lap, and the two men find themselves mesmerized by the leading lady in their life. Olivia lies in the hospital bed sans make-up, and drenched in several bodily fluids. Her eyes are heavy with exhaustion, but they are aglow, and her smile lights the room as she fixates on two brand new daughter's resting in her arms. Two perfectly healthy five pound baby girls sleep in her arms. Her glance shifts to the two men in her life.
"It is pretty rude that I did all of the hard work on this one, and the two of them come out looking like the female version of you," she glowers as her eyes lock on Fin.
"I think we both know that they were either going to end up with my looks or my attitude, and we don't need anymore Odafin Tutuola attitude in this city."
"The sun is going to be coming up soon, isn't it?" Noah points out.
Their eyes shift towards the floor to ceiling windows. Fin offers a subtle nod.
"You want me to call your aunt 'Manda so you can head home, and catch some z's?"
"I can sleep here. I don't want to leave."
"Are you sure? It will be pretty boring around here until they discharge us," Olivia points out.
"Boring? I don't want to miss anything. It hasn't been boring so far. You guys called the chaplain, and got married. Then all of a sudden these two rascals popped out. I'm just waiting to see what happens next."
The pair of babies Olivia is clinging to begin rooting around. Fin can't help but be completely enamored with the inhabitants of the room.
"My guess is that the two guys in here find ourselves some refreshments so your mama can do some more work."
Noah hops out of his seat, and moves towards the bed. He gently pats Olivia's arm.
"Mom will you be okay, if we go foraging for food?"
She chuckles, "I've got it covered, son."
"Can we bring you back anything? A doughnut, or some coffee?"
"That is very sweet, Noah, but I'm okay."
"Okay," he nods understandingly. He turns towards Fin with a grin on his face, "Pops, do you think as a big brother it might be okay for me to celebrate with some orange soda?"
Fin smiles widely, "Man, you lay it on thick."
"That is not a yes, or a no," Noah points out.
"Why don't we scoot, and we can have that discussion on our way to the cafeteria?"
2 days later he exits the master bathroom, and finds his superior officer, and current wife sitting on the edge of their bed in her bathrobe.
"What are you doing?" He queries as each of her hands rests on the edge of a bassinet.
"Just watching them."
"Olivia, they are sound asleep. They aren't going to go anywhere."
"Noah was never this little."
"Liv, you are turning into a basket case. Go take a shower."
She furrows her brow, and chucks a pillow at him. "Are you saying that I stink?"
"The last conversation we had before I went to take a shower was that you were going to put Noah to bed, and that you wanted to take a shower when I got done."
"Oh, right."
"I want to point out that I can't keep people away for another day. They've seen you recuperate quicker from gunshot wounds. They aren't buying my story."
"Whatever made us allow so much time escape?"
"I am a hard-headed fool, and you… are my wife so I am not about to start a fight."
"Your phone was blowing up while you were in the bathroom."
"Who was it?"
"Your son. I am going to take a quick shower, because he will be here shortly."
His lips pucker as his brow draws in confusion, "Why?"
"I told him he could stop by."
"It's…"
She cuts him off, "Slow down there, old man. It is ten minutes after nine. It just seems late because you haven't slept more than an hour or two in days."
"I slept when we got home," he argues.
Her brow arches as she tosses a skeptical look in his direction, "So that's why you were hovering over them when I woke up?"
"Can we talk about something else?"
"What about me son deciding that he can call you whatever he wants, and just committing to it?"
"He takes after his mama. You should get in the shower if we are having company."
"I'm pretty ripe, aren't I?"
"I plead the fifth."
Olivia has managed to scrub layers of bodily fluid off of her. By the time Ken is at the door she has donned a pair of navy colored silk pajamas. Fin is upstairs hovering over at least one of the children when Ken knocks. Olivia pulls open the door, and greets him with a smile.
"Come in."
He gently hugs her, and hands her a gift. "I should have known that someone who regularly gets involved in hostage situations would like a movie star right after giving birth."
She rolls her eyes, "That is the biggest lie I've heard all day."
He grins, "Seriously you look great."
"So did you come to see your dad, or are you just here for the baby snuggles?"
"I assume that they are sleeping. I wouldn't want to disturb them."
Fin enters the living room that has yet to be unpacked.
"Your message said that I should come over because you needed to talk to me. Is everything okay?" Ken questions.
"I do?" He furrows his brow glaring at Olivia.
She perches herself on the arm of the couch, and jabs him with her elbow, "Yes, you do. Tomorrow before we have a house full of people."
"Are you okay?" Ken repeats.
Fin exhales, "In craziness of the past few days I guess I haven't communicated with you much."
"Communicating with me has never been your strongest suit, dad. I did get the text that Liv had the babies."
"So… you see…" Fin starts to stammer.
"Ken you have to excuse him he hasn't had much sleep in the past couple of days."
"You might need to help him out," Ken points out, as Fin stares at his eldest son like a deer in the headlights.
"Many years ago, before Noah was ever a twinkle in my eye I looked into fertility treatment. I went as far as finding a donor, and having eggs retrieved. In all honesty I wouldn't have made it that far without your dad. I told him I didn't want to use some random stranger as my donor…"
Fin pulls his phone out of his pocket, and hands it to Ken. Ken stares at the image of the two newborn babies. He smiles widely.
"Those poor girls, they have the same mugs as this fool," Ken points to Fin.
"So that is that."
Ken furrows his brow, "What about the part where she has your babies, but you've always been in love with her, but just too damn stubborn to admit it?"
Fin looks at Liv, and then at his son. He shakes his head. "This was a set up. You already talked to him? That is stone cold."
"When were you planning on telling me that you got hitched?" Ken quizzes.
"Do you want to go see the babies, or not?"
"What are their names?" Ken wonders.
"They remain nameless," Olivia groans.
"Dad, just let her name them whatever she wants."
"I told her to. She insists nothing fits."