Author's Notes: From now on, there'll be some fast-forwarding through time just to keep up and show the story at different times during this life period. Anyway, we pick up 4 months later...

Good Song

Stan's POV

No wonder these advanced baby monitors cost so much – they ask for so much money coz' they don't want anybody to buy them – they sure can amplify a baby's crying really really loudly.

"Your turn." Kyle speaks in a weak and tired voice as he lays next to me in bed...at three in the friggin' morning.

"And how do you know huh?" I reply in the same level of weak speaking.

"Coz' Miles doesn't yell as loud as that, that's how...go on, little Daniel needs you." He gives me a quick kiss and rolls over onto the other side. I slowly sit up and rub my heavy eyes – the virtual blinds covering the windows have really darkened the inside – even with Kyle leaving the perimeter lights on outside like he always does.

Finally feeling enough energy flowing into my brain and my body, I lift myself off the bed and begin to stand up – scratching my head as I put my pyjama shirt back on to go with the shorts I've been wearing in bed. If my brain's not asleep too much, I should be able to remember that the twin's room is a right turn and the last room down the corridor. Hell, this corridor certainly CAN get dark during the middle of the night...not that it bothers me – I've got little Daniel's loud crying guiding me to the room. Finally, I walk in and make my way over to the twin's cot. I'm surprised that Miles hasn't started crying yet too...I wonder why? But as I pick little Daniel up and lean him on my shoulder...yep, Miles starts crying too. I guess that's my question answered – he was waiting for me to take Daniel away from him. And just like the agency said, these two hate being split apart. I think we'll BOTH need to remember that if we don't want 2 boys crying at the same time.

Waiting, got no time to hide it,
The country got a hold of my soul.

"Kyle...you better sort Miles out." I tiredly shout to tell Kyle HIS boy has started – not that the baby monitor hasn't already told him. As I start doing a bit of walking around the room – rocking Daniel slightly in my arms to TRY and quieten him down a bit, Kyle comes in – his hair more messed up than mine and he picks Miles up. I may not have the best knowledge on how to take care of a baby, but I know more than enough into how to quieten down even the loud ones. And as I start patting Daniel on his back to try and get what annoying gas or wind he's got to let out, I see Kyle on the other side of the room – starting his own attempts to try and calm Miles down. It won't work though – he's only crying because Daniel's crying and he's over here. But I guess I'll leave that up for Kyle to figure out. But I continue to stare at what Kyle's doing, my eyes begin to quickly get accustomed to the lack of light 3 in the morning provides and what I see is rather...well...unexpected. "DUDE..." I see a shadowy figure look towards me. "If you're gunna come in here while the boys are here too...at least put some friggin' pyjamas on. I'm sure your dad never held you in the middle of light – darkened out but naked."

"Oh come on Stan, you know you love it." Jeez, even at 3 in the morning, he's still got the thoughts to tempt me.

"Don't you have any sense to wear anything whilst you've got your son in your arms?"

"Stan, they haven't even reached their first birthday yet and you think they're not gunna like seeing me naked?! They don't know Stan – hell, they probably still don't know where the hell they are."

"STILL – you coud have the sense to..."

"Alright alright, I'll remember next time. Let's just try to calm and get these two back to sleep so that WE can get back to bed and sleep ourselves – I've got a hell of a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"You're not the only one." At last, Daniel's starts to calm down and his crying simmers down to a quiet mumble. And as I walk closer to where Kyle is stood with Miles in HIS arms, I hear Miles starting to quieten down too. It doesn't take Kyle long to notice why his son is falling to sweet silence too. Me and Kyle place our boys back in the cot and they resume their sweet joint sleep together by each other's side...much like how us two will be hoping we can get back to. At last, the house goes silent again and we're at peace once more.

TV's dead,
And there ain't no war in my head…now.
And you seem very beautiful to me.

"Thank goodness – now I can get back to bed." Kyle makes no hesitation to quickly walk back to our own bedroom and get some sleep. After taking a final check in the cot for about the 3rd time that they're both fast asleep again, I make my way out the bedroom – closing the door slowly and quietly behind me and I make my way back into the bedroom too. I look at the flat-glass alarm by the side of the bed – 03:24 – DAM, I was getting so excited about how great it would be to have kids with Kyle that I forgot just how fucking difficult and tiring it would be during the first few years. That'll teach me never to get over-excited over something I have never done before, that's for sure. Although, the past few months have made me feel far more than just tired – not only have me and Kyle had to plan, organize and successfully perform the two ceremonies for our boys that'll be taking place very soon, but by some weird but really delighted way, we bumped into our nearby-living friend who we haven't seen since our wedding day.

Flashback to 4 Months ago…

It was the day that me and Kyle had made our way to the agency for the second and final time to pick up Daniel & Miles for us to gladly take home and take care of for the next eighteen years. (give a take a year or two) We found ourselves once more in that lovely ante-room, y'know the one with THOSE comfy chairs; I'd fell asleep waiting like I did last time when I heard an agency receptionist's voice speak in some random direction. "Right, if you'd just like to take a seat sirs, an agency representative will be on their way as soon as possible."

"Thanks a lot – you people…sure have made us two happy." This seemingly familiar voice replied.

"Oh I'm sure we have Mr. Stotch – we get that quite a lot – especially from those two gentlemen sitting just over there."

My eyes were shut……but I could feel the shock on my face from underneath my eyelids. But just as I was about to shot open my eyes in disbelief, Kyle beat me to it – shaking me on the shoulder. "Stan, guess who's here." I opened my eyes and just like Kyle, I was shocked AND surprised to see (just as he likes to be called now) Leo(pold) 'Butters' Stotch………but what surprised me and Kyle mostly, that for the first time that we'd seen, he was with someone……another guy. And if the matching rings on their fingers gave any form of a hint……it clearly flashed in front of us that we were meeting Butters' husband. We'd known Butters was married for quite some time, but we never had or got the chance to meet him. And here was me and Kyle thinking we were in for another boring two hour wait. Oh no, I actually wish we had MORE time to talk during our conversation the four of us had together.

Sleeping, but my work's not done,
I could be lying on an atom bomb.

Obviously, it started with the greetings and introductions to who Butters lover and husband was. His name was (or should I say, is) Bradley – Bradley Garnes, a 22 year old with what I have to say, a dirty blond-toned spitting image of Kyle's 'fro with a bit of a darker bottom cut. Unlike me, Kyle & Butters, that guy looked really nervous – nervous in a good way though, Butters has said that since they've been TRULY together for well over 4 years now, he's been much better than what he was before – a shaking, shy and nervous wreck. I guess he was the kind of person who just needed something……or should I say, someONE, to get him out of his shell. And just like Butters, he came in dressed in a full…not two…not three…but four-piece cream and brown-colored suit. Ha, that put me and Kyle to shame since we two came dressed in the smartest casual wear of black short-sleeved T-Shirts & Jeans we have.

"It's so good to finally meet you two – I never thought I'd meet you guys – especially not someone like the famous Kyle Broflovski." Bradley said with a smile – biting his already short fingernails. "Butters always talked about you two……though I guess he has an annoying habit of not telling me who exactly he's talking about."

"Heh heh, well y'know……I guess I'm just a forgetful kind of person." Butters added some humor to the beginning of what would be a LONG conversation between four married 22 year old guys.

Apart from the obvious topic of us four being here to adopt children (two for me and Kyle, one for Butters & Bradley as we soon found out), we also got talking and soon learned about how these two met……first through back when we were all 10 year olds…and then how they were reunited 5 years later. Me and Kyle found it quite surprising that Butters never talked or even mentioned this when we were younger. Well, I guess something like THAT; you would want to keep it to yourself. As we moved the four leather chairs together in a circle shape for this long conversation, Butters & Bradley kept going on about the story they were about to tell, was something that we wouldn't believe at first. We spent an hour talking about the first encounter at that bullshit church-funded camp – how Butters was 'confused' more than what the church presumed he was and how Bradley was having a mental and emotional trying to balance all this crap the church had brainwashed him with…and these new feelings he had for Butters. Jesus, Butters couldn't figure THAT out? Thank God he's not clueless now – both those guys are happy now.

But it wasn't until 5 years later when those two found themselves reunited at one particular summer camp we ALL found ourselves at. Butters was just as surprised to see Bradley again……but he was even more shocked at Bradley's change in character. Butters starts to go in ultra detail about how he was no longer some nervous, twitching, fingernail-biting shy boy, OH NO, he was more open about himself – more happy, more excited, more calm and best yet – more confident that he was going to bag the boy he's fallen in love 5 years ago.

"Well I guess that was kinda the day I…y'know…came out the closet." Butters reminds us – which makes me and Kyle think back to that one first time in school where Butters seemed to be in a much more happier and different mood than he usually was.

And just like Bradley gladly admitted to us three. "I've never enjoyed a first kiss SO MUCH with Butters – especially under starlight in the middle of some camping forest." Yeh, I'm sure he ain't kidding.

I take care,
Coz' I know you'll be there.
You seem very beautiful to me.

By that time, Bradley had moved from his old home in Fort Collins to where we three lived – South Park.

"Once I knew both Butters and I were truly in love, I realized that it'd be such a heart-ache if we suddenly split apart once camp was over." Bradley says – looking at Butters just as Kyle looks at me in that 'I love you so much!' way. He then goes on and tells us how he persuaded his parents to let them move to South Park so that he could be with the boy he fell in love with. Even though his parents don't know it, even to this day, Bradley hasn't forgiven them for sending him to that church camp and making him be brainwashed by that sexuality-hating group. Even if they make him the happiest he's ever been by letting him be with Butters, hell, I'd never forgive my parents if they ever did that to me.

So then, as soon as we'd all hit 18, Butters and Bradley decided to move away from South Park and head off to the west – to LA. With his parents not determining his every move now, Butters was more free to do what he wanted and he enjoyed it and STILL does enjoy it. Butters is the CEO of a massive supermarket chain and business and Bradley is the Deputy Director at the company's headquarters, also in LA. And with that massive life-story over, we find ourselves bouncing off each other's excitement about the fact that we four are adopting children once more – two boys for me and Kyle & one boy for Butters & Bradley – now a married couple just like US.

"It'd be pretty weird if we don't find an adorable-looking baby boy with blond hair too." Butters points out – pointing to his husband whom smiles and blushes too.

"We're not as far as knowing what name will be giving, we just want to make sure we actually find a boy we adore and love." Bradley adds just as the two hour mark comes and we two pairs have to split and go our separate ways within the agency centre.

It's the rest of my life,
Just rolling and rolling.
The picture in my pocket,
Looks like you.

Flashback Ends

Hell, all that time in that memory and I'm only at the point where I've JUST got myself into bed again – amazing how yer' mind can slow down the real World whilst you think and remember.

"What yer' thinking 'bout?" Kyle speaks in a moaning tired voice as he drags me over and cuddles me into his warm presence

"……Errrr……I was just recalling the time we met Butters & Bradley at the agency quite some time back now." I reply as Kyle gives me a murmuring sound – signaling just how focused he is on the subject. "Y'know, we should get back and see those two again, it'll be interesting to see how they're getting along with taking care of their little boy too."

"Meh, I guess so………can we just get some sleep now Stan, I'm sure you can tell how much I'm concentrating on your voice at the moment." Point taken. And with that, I kiss him on the cheek and we both fall asleep without hesitation.

It's the rest of my life,
Just rolling, rolling, rolling.
We're all…good.

I guess tomorrow will just be yet another day with Daniel and Miles in our arms. But I guess there IS one next thing we still have to do for our two boys. And it makes me wonder – what'll be more complex – Daniel's baptism…or Miles' bris? Oh how could I be so silly – that's SUCH a difficult question, isn't it?