A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I remembered to bring my laptop on vacation with me, but conveniently forgot to pack the charging cord, so I couldn't use it! I did get a fair bit of writing done, but couldn't publish it. But now I'm back! I hope you guys are liking the story. Please leave tons of reviews saying who you wanna see more of and any situations you'd like me to try out! I'm open to prompts to incorporate into the story. Thank you to all of my readers who have been keeping up with this story and being so amazing. I love you all! Happy Reading!
"Kurt!" Blaine cried out, stressed and confused, "Kurt I need you!"
"Yes Blaine?" Kurt came into the room wearing oven mitts and a Kiss the Cook apron.
"Kurt I tried, but I cant, and I don't know how, and its really confusing and I need you to do it because she's upset and I cant figure it out!" he sputtered, rocking and attempting to comfort a whimpering Evelyn.
"Okay. Blaine, honey, you need to calm down. Tell me what's wrong."
"Well she started crying and I picked her up but I don't know what's wrong!" Blaine said, feeling useless. He was really having trouble with getting used to being a father. Kurt was so good at it, and he just felt clueless.
"Have you tried anything?"
"Yeah… I made sure she wasn't wet, and I tried giving her a bottle, but she wouldn't take it…"
"Sweetheart let me try," Kurt slid the oven mitts off, kissing Blaine and gently taking Evelyn. "I'll show you how to do it."
Blaine nodded and watched as Kurt expertly took a bottle and brushed the nipple against Evelyn's cheek.
"Blaine see what she's doing? See how she turns and opens her mouth? That tells you she's ready, it's called rooting, she's telling you to feed her. That's the sign to give her the bottle." He put the nipple into the baby's eager mouth. "And you have to make sure she really has it. No nibbling the end, you've got to make sure she has a mouthful."
Blaine smiled. Nothing could make him love Kurt more than he did in that moment, watching him with their beautiful daughter. "Yeah, I get it. What else, sweetheart?"
"Right now she's not super hungry, she's tired, and she's going to suck herself to sleep. You've gotta be careful because she might stop for a minute, dozing off, but then she'll wake herself up and start sucking again. You'll know she's asleep, or at least finished and ready to be rocked to sleep when she spits the bottle out, that's another sign. Babies have lots of signs, they have signs for everything, and if you know the signs, they get way easier."
"I love you so much right now," was all Blaine could say. He didn't know what or why, but something about watching the love of his life take care of something so small and delicate in such a calm and expert-like way, was incredibly attractive.
"Vinny? Sweetheart? Could you come here for a second please?" Bridget called from the bedroom, where she was sorting laundry to bring to the laundry room.
"Why?" Vincent replied.
"Because I need you! Please, love?" She asked, in her genuine, sweet, caring voice.
"Can you bring it here?"
Bridget rolled her eyes and smirked, muttering to herself, "what boy doesn't rush in when his girlfriend says she needs him in the bedroom? Oh yeah. Mine, when Star Wars is playing on TV." She picked something out of the laundry hamper and walked into the living room, her curls bobbing over her shoulders.
"Hi sweetie."
"What is this?" She held up a pair of bright red jeans that were obviously much too short for Vincent, who was quite tall.
Oh shit, Vincent thought. "Oh. Um... Those are... Those are Kieran's.. uhh. I got my pants wet at the pool and he lent me an extra pair that he had..."
Bridget took on a puzzled expression. "When were you at the pool with Kieran?"
"Saturday."
"You were with me on Saturday."
"Wha-... No I wasn't..."
"Yeah you were. Remember? You took me shopping to get a new dress for my audition on Saturday."
"O-oh yeah. sorry, I-... I meant.. Uh.. Friday! right... Friday... I uh.. I forgot."
Bridget opened her mouth, but paused a moment in thought before saying anything. "Okay..." She said softly before turning around and going back to the bedroom. Why was Vincent being so nervous? He was usually so confident and quick witted... And he never ever stammered like that. Concerned and desperate to get her mind off the thoughts that were bouncing around her head, she took the basket and left the apartment to do the laundry, hoping it would clear her mind.
"Hello?" Bentley answered the phone.
"Penis pizza."
Ben burst out laughing, "Oh dear lord Declan. Hi." Declan never said hello. He amused (and sometimes annoyed) everyone with his billions of random greetings he always used when using the phone.
"Hey Benters. Listen, I told Blaine that I wanna throw the twins a baby shower-"
"Aren't baby showers usually for the mother and her girlfriends?"
"Yes, dumbfuck, but these children have two fathers, so boys will be allowed at this one. Think. Anyway, I told Blaine to keep Kurt at bay with his baby shower plans, because I don't want him throwing one if we're going to throw one for him."
"Uh huh. And?" Bentley asked, ignoring Declan's first comment.
"And so I want you and Lenny and Roman and everyone to help me plan, and maybe everyone can each bring a dish and a decoration element and a gift obviously, and we can get Blaine to kick Kurt out of the house for a while. Then we can all go there and set shit up, and when Kurt gets back - BOOM! Baby shower."
"Declan, you seriously talk way too much."
"Yeah well when you have four younger sisters and a brother that can't learn to listen, you kinda learn how to say things efficiently so you get the point across before someone loses interest and flings boogers at you. What do you think?"
"Sounds good. Maybe email everyone that plan, god knows they'll forget if you don't."
"Good idea, I'm writing it right now. What should the theme be?"
"I... Mhhhh... I dunno, Dec, but maybe... Nngggghhh... Maybe put that in the email... I gotta go, Lennox is-" the phone hung up.
"Hello?" Declan asked. "What the hell just happened?" He shuddered. "Ugh... Love..."
"... But then I told her I don't even like sushi and she freaked the fuck out like it was a crime or some shit to dislike sushi. Like what's up with that? Everyone is entitled to their opinion, bitch."
Lydia laughed. "Natalia some people like sushi. I like sushi."
"See but you don't freak out like it's some big deal or anything. Kaitlyn's a bitch..."
"I know, I know." She sipped her glass of white wine. "God it's nice to be able to have this again. I'm not usually one to drink a lot, but not being able to have it for nine months makes me realize how much I enjoy it. Just a small glass once a week is nice." She mused.
"I'm sure." Natalia said, looking through her phone. She smiled at her phone, her eyes widened and her smile slowly grew to a huge grin. she put the phone down.
Lydia smirked, "who just texted you?"
"Oh nobody." Natalia teased.
"Uh huh. I'm sure you're just grinning like that for no reason at all. Tell me."
"Nope."
"Please?"
"No"
"Why not?"
"Because it's nothing."
"Oh I can tell it's definitely quite a something."
"... Ugh fine," Natalia lifted her phone and showed Lydia the texts.
Lydia gaped. "Oh my god who is he?! His texts make him sound like a god."
"He is a god. He looks like a god too." Natalia smirked.
"Show me!"
Natalia bit her lip, smiling as she found a picture of the hottie on her phone. She showed it to Lydia, who squealed enthusiastically.
"Natalia! Who is he?!"
"That's for me to know and you to wonder about."
"Please?! What's his name?"
"Mmm... Can't tell you."
"Talia, please?"
Natalia looked at her phone. "Micah Andrews. That's his name. He's a god. And he's..."
"No way."
Natalia nodded. "Yeah I know. I can't believe it either."
"Is he really?"
"Yeah. Really."
"I wish I could snag something like that. Let me see that again."
Natalia smirked and passed her the phone.
"Gosh he's gorgeous."
Roman took a deep breath and dialled the phone.
"Hiya, who's callin' me?"
"Hi Declan it's me-"
"Hey Guuuurrrlll"
"I saw your email."
"Oh did you?"
"Yeah, and uhh.."
"Speak, I'm busy."
"Sorry. I... I saw that Vincent and... Um... Bridget were invited-"
"Of course they are. They're my friends and they're Kurt and Blaine's friends too. Why the hell do you care, Ro?"
"I... I don't, I just... Never mind."
"Roman, you're crazy."
"Says you..."
"Roman I'm kinda sorta busy right now. I'll talk to you later, m'kay? Brainstorm what you might bring to the baby shower. It's this weekend."
"Will do. Bye Declan" he hung up and sighed.
Blaine watched as Kurt expertly changed and dressed Evelyn. Rhys was in his lap, half asleep with a bottle in his mouth, sucking away contentedly.
"Is he almost done, babe?" Kurt asked as he finished buttoning Evelyn's little dress.
"Yeah, he's almost passed out," He smiled. Rhys was already dressed in a cute little baby dress shirt and pants, with a little vest and tie. He was the cutest little Hummel-Anderson anyone had ever seen.
"Great." Kurt lifted little Evelyn and placed her in her carseat gently.
"Hurry up bud! Sleep sleep sleep!" Blaine cheered, in a voice not anything more than a whisper. Kurt checked the babies' diaper bag to make sure they weren't missing anything.
"Oh! Extra bottles, gosh." He rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a few clean bottles and a small container of formula.
By the time Kurt came back, Blaine had Rhys asleep and in his carseat.
"Oh good," Kurt smiled. "Let's go."
Blaine smiled and picked up both babies carseats.
"You got that?" Kurt chuckled, picking up the diaper bag.
"Uh huh."
"Good."
"Has your pretty boyfriend realized you're an ugly little shit face and broken up with you yet?"
"No. He has not. He loves me..."
"Ha! As if, honey. Open your slimy little squirrel eyes and realize that nobody gives a shit about you. Vincent just pities your pathetic worthlessness. He doesn't love you either."
Bridget's lip quivered.
"And if you really loved him you'd break up with him yourself. If you really loved him you'd respect him enough to let him find someone who deserves him. You're such a selfish little bitch, Bridget! Wake up from your little fantasy of thinking you're worth anything!"
Bridget closed her eyes tightly and turned away. She was dumbstruck with feeling a heavy burden of absolute worthlessness.
The other girl approached Bridget and backhanded her upside the head, hard, knocking the silently crying girl against the side of the dryer.
"Shit face, look at me when I'm talking to you! Little cunt!" She took a fistful of auburn hair from the back of Bridget's head and jerked it to make her look at her. "Break up with him, or I'll do it for you." She threw the now sobbing redhead onto the floor.
"Bennie! Come and see what I got for the twins!" Lennox called.
"Just a second Lennox."
"Hurry! You have to see how adorable this is!"
"Do I really?"
"Yeeeessss! C'mon."
"Alright, alright." Bentley entered the room. "Oh that is just precious!" He took the little dress from Lennox. It was white on top with a small black poodle printed on the lower left side, then there was a thick black ribbon around the waist, over a layered, puffy, pink poodle skirt. Lennox held up Rhys' gift; a pair of black baby jeans, a white baby wife beater, and a "T-Birds" leather jacket.
"Like?"
"Love! Oh my gosh they're gonna love this. Grease baby costumes! How did you find this stuff?"
"Online. It really wasn't all that hard."
"I can't wait to see their reactions!"
"I'm a genius, I know."
"You are. Gosh."
"You're gonna get the food, right?"
"Yeah, yeah I will."
"Are you gonna cook? You'd better plan what you're gonna do. It's in two days."
"I know, I know. I think I'll just buy a pie."
"Mmm, pie." Lennox wrapped his arms around Bentleys waist. "I love pie."
Bentley draped his arms over the tall boys shoulders. "I love pie too."
Lennox took every attempt to try and get Bentley to say the three magical words; I love you, but Ben always found a way out somehow. He didn't know why. They were together, they had been for months. Bentley did love Lennox, it was obvious in the way he acted around the taller boy, but even so, Bentley had never let the words "I love you" pass his plump lips. Even when Lennox said it to him first.
Lennox smiled to cover his disappointment, and tried again. "You know what else I love?"
"What?"
"I love you."
Bentley just blushed.
"A-and umm... I love e-every part of you," Lennox stuttered awkwardly, rambling with nervousness. "And I... I think you're the cutest thing I've ever laid my eyes on. And umm... You're everything to me."
Bentley dropped his gaze to the floor shyly, blushing a deep crimson. To Lennox's disappointment, but expectation, Bentley remained silent.
