It had been two weeks since the twins were born, Lita was finally back home after staying at the hospital for another five days, but the babies were still in the hospital. The two blood vessel's in Audrey's heart that were previously open finally closed after a few days due to the medication the doctors gave her. Both of the babies were slowly getting better, they didn't need a ventilator anymore because they could breathe on their own. They didn't need supplemental tube feedings anymore and were able to be fed normally. They also maintained their body temperature and weren't needed to stay in an incubator anymore, they were in an open crib now. They were still staying in the hospital because they needed to be a specific weight before they could get released. The doctor told Lita and John that Andrew was most likely going to be discharged before Audrey because he was getting to the five pound goal faster than she was. She actually lost weight in the first week after she was born which the doctor, who was assigned to look after them while they were in the hospital, told the parents was normal and not a concern.

John spent a lot of his time at Lita's house so he could help her around with whatever she needed since her incision was still irritating her and he did take three weeks off from work. They also went to visit the babies at the hospital together. John insisted on staying with her during the nights as well so he could help her, to which she declined, but Trish was about to move in with Jeff in a couple of days so she had to deal with him staying with her when the time came, especially when they twins came home. She wasn't going to decline the help then, she knew she would need it. The blonde woman actually wanted to stay with the red-head so she could help her, but Lita told her that if she didn't move in with Jeff because of her, she would hurt her.

John pulled up to Lita's house for the second time that day. He stepped out for what he thought was going to be half an hour but actually was an hour and a half for some errand he had to run at the request of Maria for their upcoming wedding which was three months away. What the hell?, he thought when he didn't see Lita's car in the driveway where it was before he left. He got out of his car then entered the house.

"Li, are you here?" he called out even though he knew she wasn't because her car wasn't there, but he was hoping she was. He still looked throughout the whole house and just like he thought, Lita was nowhere to be found. It didn't take him too long to figure out where she was since they were going to head out to the hospital together when he got back, she probably got tired of waiting around for him. He called her on her cell phone but she didn't pick up, it went straight to voice-mail. He shook his head and started to wonder why she would leave without telling him anything. He decided to go to the hospital since he was already going to go there with her in the first place, odds were she would still be there.

John finally made it to the hospital half an hour later. He entered the room the babies were in and he found out he was right, Lita was in there. "I knew I could find you here."

Lita looked up at him in surprise, her eyes red and puffy, he could tell she had been crying. "Yea, because someone was taking forever. You said you were going to take half an hour so when it hit the one hour mark, I left and came here."

"You shouldn't be drivin', the seat belt could irritate your incision."

"I wear a seat belt when you're driving," she retorted.

"Yea, but you can move it away from your incisions when I'm driving." Lita ignored him. "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"I turned it off."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to." She didn't wait for him to come back and turned her phone off because she wanted to get away from him for a bit. Everything was fine until that day when he told her he had to run an errand. For Maria. For their wedding. That just made her dislike, or hatred as Trish would say, for Maria grow even more.

He rolled his eyes at her vague answer and left that topic. "Why were you cryin'?"

"I've been thinking that it's been a year since I asked you to do this with me."

"So you're cryin' because you're thirty now?" He joked trying to lighten the mood.

She ignored him once again. "It's only been a year. I didn't expect for this to happen so fast. I mean, it's great, it really is, but I didn't expect to be a mother right in the year. I really thought it was going to take longer."

"Then why have you been cryin'?"

"The doctor came here a bit ago, he said... Okay... He said Andrew could go home with us tomorrow and that's great, but..." she stopped when she felt her eyes well up yet again.

John moved near her and gently pulled her into an embrace. "It'll be okay."

She pushed herself away from him, "Audrey still has to stay here for maybe another week. What am I supposed to do? Andrew is going to be at home and she's going to be here. How am I going to be there for the both of them? I can't just leave him at home to come here for her and I can't just forget about her."

"We'll figure something out."

"How can I be with one and abandon the other?"

"You won't be abandonin' one of them, it's just the way it is. It'll be okay. Maybe it won't be a whole week. Maybe Audrey will be able to come home soon as well."

"I hope so."

It had been three days since Andrew came home. Audrey was a bit closer to coming home, but she still wasn't a full five pounds quite yet, she was almost there. In the past three days, Lita went to the hospital only once to see her daughter compared to the two times a day she went when both of the babies were at the hospital. She left Andrew in the care of her mom for the few hours her and John were with Audrey. Lita felt bad about leaving Audrey at the hospital by herself so she made sure John went to see her for a couple of hours twice a day so she could still get the parental love and care she needed.

Andrew's umbilical cord stump finally fell off and healed fully, so Lita and John tried to give him a normal tub bath instead of the sponge bath they gave him when the stump was still there.

"You think the water temperature is okay?" Lita asked looking at John.

"Yea, it's not too cold and not too hot, it's just right," he said gently putting Andrew into the little tub while holding him up. He took the cotton wool and dipped it into the water and then started to wipe around Andrew's right eye.

"Gentle!" Lita said while she watched John who just rolled his eyes, he was being gentle but she obviously didn't think so. He repeated the actions around the left eye while Lita was talking to Andrew to try to help him stay calm through the bath which they were advised to do during their parenting classes. He then cleaned around the ears with Lita making the occasional comment.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked getting annoyed by her occasional comments.

"No, I'm scared."

"Then let me do this. Calm down. I know what I'm doing."

"Oh my God! Hold his head! He's moving around too much." Lita said right after John's last statement while he washed Andrew's face and neck. Andrew was moving around a lot, he didn't seem to like the water and he started to cry. "He's crying. Try to hurry it up. But be careful at the same time."

"Lita, calm down. I know what I'm doing," he repeated while he finished washing the rest of the baby's body.

"Hold his head! Hold his head!" Lita cried out while John was washing their son's hair. He just ignored her and continued to do what he was doing and then finished off by drying the baby.

"You can put his diaper and clothes on. You still haven't done either of that."

"No commentary," he said as he laid Andrew down to get ready to put his clothes on.

Lita rolled her eyes. "I'm obviously going to make my comments if you do something wrong." She started laughing a few moments later when Andrew peed and it landed on John. "Good boy."

"This is funny for you?"

"Duh. You found it hilarious when he did the same thing to me the other day."

"Well, it's funny when it happens to someone else," John said as he finished putting the diaper on the baby and then finished to put clothes on him as well.

Lita took her son, who was crying once again, from John. "Someone's probably hungry. Am I right? I know I'm right," she said talking in a baby voice.

"I could feed him."

Lita shook her head. "No you can't."

"I did it earlier."

"Yea, but I don't have a bottle ready, so no."

"So then get one ready."

"That's going to take a while."

"Why?" He was confused.

"Okay, this is getting uncomfortable."

He was still confused. "I don't get it."

Lita sighed. "John, there are two ways to feed a baby."

"Formula, which you don't use, and..." he stopped when realization set in. "Oh."

"Yea, I'm gonna go now," with that said, she left.

It had been a week since both Audrey and Andrew were now home. Audrey came home five days after Andrew. John also went back to work three days ago. It was the first day Lita was home alone with the twins because her mom decided to help her out the first two days, but Lita said she had to try and do this on her own now. Her incisions were also getting better, she didn't feel much pain anymore.

John went to Lita's house after he spent some time with Maria after he got off from work. He was still staying with her, it had been two weeks already which Maria was not too happy about, they got into multiple arguments about him staying at her house. John tried to explain to her that he had to stay with Lita, her incisions didn't let her do much and she needed help at night with the babies. Maria argued that Lita's incisions were getting better now so he didn't need to stay with her anymore. He said he needed to stay with her because the babies weren't just her responsibility, they were his responsibility as well. He told her she had to deal with it, she knew what she was getting into when he told her about this before they continued their relationship. She was the one who called him and wanted to start their relationship back up again after she was broke it off in the first place because he was spending a lot of time with Lita. He was really getting annoyed by the same argument day after day.

He heard crying coming once he entered the house. He followed the noise to Lita's room and saw both babies lying on the bed crying while their mother was also crying on the ground with her head against the bed. He tried not to laugh at the scene, it amused him a bit even though he felt bad for her as well as for being amused.

"Didn't I tell you two to be good for mommy?" John said making his presence known.

Lita finally looked up at him. "They won't stop crying. They've been taking turns to cry and then they decided they wanted to cry together."

"So you decided to join them?" John joked as he picked up Audrey who stopped crying after a few seconds.

Lita wasn't surprised at all. She usually stopped crying when John was around. "Why do they, especially her, always stop crying when you hold them? She never does that for me and he takes a little while longer doing that for me than he does for you."

He shrugged. "They love me more. Am I right Audrey? Yes I am."

"They probably do," Lita said with a sad look on her face.

"I shouldn't have said that. I was kidding."

"Yea, well, clearly it's the truth."

"Is this her bottle?" He asked pointing to one on her nightstand trying to change the subject as well as trying to feed the baby. She nodded. "Okay, I'm going to feed her and maybe you could try with him."

"Yea well, take her out and do it somewhere else. If she happens to fall asleep and he doesn't stop crying, he'll wake her up. And then you can come back and do the same with him if he keeps crying." He nodded and left.

John finished changing, feeding, and burping Audrey who was now sleeping. He didn't hear any crying coming from Lita's room and it was eight at night, so he decided he would put her in there in her bassinet instead of in the nursery. He saw the door was closed but didn't think to knock but he immediately regretted it.

"Oh my God! Do you not know how to knock?! Get out!" Lita screamed when she saw John enter the room.

He immediately turned around when he realized what he walked in on with Audrey still in his arms. Thankfully, she was still asleep and Lita's outburst didn't wake her up. "I'm sorry, I just came in here to put her down. I didn't know."

"That's why you knock. If the door is closed, you knock."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?"

"That's why you knock you idiot. Looks like he's done now. You can turn around now and put her down in her bassinet."

He did as he was told then turned his attention on the red-head. "Um-"

"Just shut up okay. We don't need to bring this up. Ever."

"Oh my God," Trish said on the other line as she talked to Lita an hour later. They made a habit of talking to one another nightly when the blonde woman moved out. "John walked in on you feeding Andrew? That's funny."

"No it's not." Lita didn't find any humor in that at all. She was venting to Trish about how embarrassing it was, but Trish just found it funny.

"Well, I find it funny. At least it wasn't anyone else. Like Randy or Dave. Randy probably wouldn't have turned around as fast as John and Dave, well, that's your brother. Talk about awkward."

Lita rolled her eyes. "Okay, can we stop talking about that?"

"Fine. So how's life with John and the babies? Having fun playing house?"

Lita was quiet for a second before she answered. "I feel like I'm getting way too comfortable," she admitted. "Does he have marry that whore?"

"That's not good."

Lita nodded even though Trish couldn't see. "I know. I don't know what to do. I don't want to tell him to leave even though I feel like I should before I get too attached."

"I think that already happened," Trish broke in.

Lita ignored her. "There are times, more often than not, when Audrey only stops crying when he's there. She's like daddy's little girl already. Yesterday, he stopped her from crying and then he gave her to me, I held her and she started crying again. John took her again and she stopped. Why? I really don't understand. Andrew is a toss up. He'll stop crying for me, he'll stop crying for John, I mean it takes a while, but he'll stop crying for the both of us, but she won't. He's a good boy. She's such a spoiled brat."

Trish chuckled, "Li-"

"It's okay. I'm her mother, I can call her a spoiled brat."

"No you can't," she heard John say as he entered the room. "I told you not to call her that."

"Yes, because you control me," she said sarcastically. "Were you eavesdropping?" Because that wouldn't be good.

John rolled his eyes, "No, I just heard the last part. Are you complainin' about my daughter?"

"She definitely is yours since she's a pain in my neck." She could hear Trish laughing at the two of them on the other line, she could hear everything clearly. "I'll talk to you later. Good night," she said before hanging up the phone. "I can say what I want about her, I'm her mother."

He frowned. "No you can't. She's going to have self esteem problems because of you when she gets older."

Lita rolled her eyes. "Shut up, she can't even understand me."

"You never know."

"What is it that you want?" Lita asked annoyed. "There must be a reason as to why you came here."

"They're sleeping, you might want to sleep too."

"I can't, I'm about to wash their clothes since they both thought it would be fun to spit up all over their clothes a couple of times today. Can't really do much when they're awake and crying."

"I can do that," John suggested, "You look like you haven't slept in forever."

She gave him a fake smile. "You're so sweet."

"I try. Anyways, you should sleep. They're going to wake up again for a feeding in another hour or so."

"Then I'll sleep when they go back to sleep after that."

"Or how about you get bottles ready for them and I can just feed them and whatever else they need and you can just sleep."

Lita shook her head. "You have work tomorrow. You need your sleep. You can't handle the both of them on your own."

"Same with you. And you're going to be home with them again all day tomorrow."

She sighed, "John, you probably shouldn't even stay here anymore."

"Why?" He asked before she could continue.

"Because you're working again. You need your sleep. And it's not like you're always going to be here. I need to get used to this by myself."

"Kind of like how you needed to get used to staying with them home alone today?"

"That's different."

"No that's not. Same thing. Different time."

She thought of something to say to him but didn't know whether or not she should bring it up. She thought about it for a moment before she decided to just tell him. "Look, I heard you on the phone last night-"

"So, it's not me who eavesdrops, it's you," he said before she could continue.

"John, you were talking, no, not talking, arguing with Maria. I heard you, I'm not stupid. She doesn't want you to stay here anymore and that's okay with me."

"But that's my decision, not hers and not yours," he was annoyed, now it seemed like Lita was going to start with him about him staying at her house just like Maria did.

"Actually, it is my decision because it's my house."

He raised a brow. "You're going to kick me out?"

"I don't want to get in between the two of you. Try to understand that."

"That's not your problem. It's mine. I'm handling it."

"She broke up with you once because of me, now you're engaged, I don't want to be the reason for that breaking up if she gets fed up and takes drastic measures. Again." Actually, I wouldn't mind if your engagement broke. Ugh, I'm such a bitch and a horrible friend.

"Look, I already have this discussion with her everyday, I don't need for you to start too."

"You have been staying here for two weeks. She has every right to be upset. I don't want to cause anymore problems between the two of you." Even though that would be perfect.

""They're my responsibility too. You do realize that right?"

"Okay, but-"

He sighed. "I'll leave in another week. Maybe you'll get used to dealing with the two of them during the night time. And then I guess you can call me whenever you need too and I'll be here. Does that sound good for you?"

No, I don't want you to leave. "Yes."

Thanks for reading. Thanks for the reviews.

Yes, I researched a lot for the last chapter. Thanks for noticing, lol.

Next chapter is going to be fun. Maybe fun isn't the right word, but it's going to be fun for me to write. ;)