A/N- Don't kill me! I've had writer's block D: There's not much to this chapter, but it kinda reaches in to the Jarper jazz a bit. :)

Harper.

I pushed the door open, Samantha held tightly in my arms. We were finally home from the hospital! Justin walked in behind me with a huge smile on his face. The second the door opened, I could hear the faint distinct sound of hammering, followed by a loud scream.

"Dad?!" Justin yelled, pulling Noah closer to his chest. I gave him an "Uh-Oh" look, and rushed quickly down the hallway. "Mr. Russo!" I found him in the nursary sucking on his thumb. My face turned beat red as I started laughing.

Justin hauled himself in after me, "Oh my God, dad. Did you hammer yourself to the crib?"

"...Maybe," He said smugly, before sighing. "Look, it's not as easy as it looks! You have to take...leg "A" and put it to side "Q", then take leg "C" and put it with back "P". The instructions are in Swahili, so I had to call customer service! The guy started screaming at me because I couldn't understand what the hell he was saying! Finally, I decided to just remember how I put your old crib together and leave it at that."

I snickered, turning over to Justin. "Wow, your dad's pretty smart, isn't he?"

"Thank you." Mr. Russo said through glared eyes. He gasped once he saw Samantha and pranced up to us like the happy grandfather I'm trying to convince him to be. He scooped her into his arms and looked down at her closed eyes. My eyes ran all over her perfect form.

Her body was covered by the white and pink hospital blanket and the light pink hat they gave us. In her mouth was a pink and purple pacifier, keeping her from waking.

One foot hung out of the blanket, covered by a tiny white baby shoe and white laced socks. I watched as one of her eyes fluttered open, staring up at the man holding her.

"She has the most beautiful sea green eyes," He told me. I smiled in agreement, placing my palm on the back of her small head. She was slipped back into my arms quickly as the telephone rang. Mr. Russo rushed to answer it, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Hello? ...Yeah, she's back from the hospital... She's fine, Mrs. Finkle... No, I agree with you but- ...Okay, well...I... Whatever you say... bye." He hung up and turned to us. "That was your mom, Harper."

"...and?" I asked curiously.

He took a deep breath, "She's still uncomfortable with you staying here."

I rocked on my heels, patting my palm on Samantha's butt in the hopes of getting her back to sleep. "I thought we agreed that I was in better care here with Mrs. Russo. Mom even said herself that she didn't want two babies screaming at all hours of the night!" I said, slightly whispering so I wouldn't wake Noah, whom Justin had placed between two pillows on the sofa after the three of us walked back into the front room.

After placing Samantha beside him, lying on her stomach, I adjusted the striped toboggan that adorned my head and turned back to Justin and his dad. "I don't know what to do, she can't make up her mind!"

"Harper," Justin butted in, pulling my arm away from the babies so they wouldn't wake up. "It's where you think that Noah and Sammie would be more comfortable. I mean," He licked his lips, thinking a moment. "We wanted to live on our own. Everyone's against it!"

"Justin, do you really think we could make it? I mean, two kids raising two other kids with absolutely no help? Get serious! You and I both know that Noah and Sammie need firm guidance. We're not experienced at this. I have no siblings, and you were too young when Alex and Max were born to really understand how your parents raised them."

He closed his eyes in thought for a moment while I tapped my foot on the ground, folding my arms. His eyes opened and he sighed. "You're right, Harper. What was I thinking?"

A smile appeared on my lips. "So, we're just gonna stay here?"

"No, no." He slipped an arm around my shoulders and we walked back toward the sofa. "No, I'm gonna live in a box downtown." He continued sarcastically.

I chuckled, smacking his stomach playfully.

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I flipped my entire body over, and looked up at the electric clock above my head that sat on Alex's nightstand. Yawning, I pressed my feet to the floor and stood up, rushing over to the twins' crib.

I glanced down at the two, trying to figure out which one was the source of the screaming – Noah. I reached my arms out, and scooped my hands beneath his armpits, holding him out in front of me. He kicked his little feet around, dressed in blue booties so his toes wouldn't get cold.

I held him to my chest, and bounced him around the room for a moment. "Shh, Noah. Mommy's here. Shh,"

It was no use. The kid just kept wailing. A sleepy Alex sat up in her bed, "What's wrong, Harper?" She asked with tired eyes. I turned around to face her, my hand patting the back of Noah's blue onesie. "Noah can't sleep."

She got out of bed and walked toward me, rubbing the back of his head. "What's wong, nephieee?" She smiled out her nickname for him. He blinked at her a couple times, before squalling even louder.

"Oh my God!" I whispered, bouncing him a bit more. Just then, Mrs. Russo came in the room wearing her nightgown. "Max came and got me. What's wrong?"

"Noah can't stop crying!" I said, still rocking him. She took him from my arms and stared deep into his pale green eyes. "Oh no," She said. I started getting nervous before she calmed me, setting Noah down gently in her folded arms. "It's fine, he just needs to be fed. Did Dr. Isybel teach you about...breast feeding?"

"He-He said it's better to do it the first month of their lives before making the transition to a formula." I said, stealing glances between Mrs. Russo and Alex.

She rocked Noah in her arms steadily, almost shushing him enough to not wake the people surrounding our complex. "I think you need to breast feed Noah, mia. Sammie, too."

"D-does it hurt?" Shut up. That would've been your first question, too. She laughed slightly, "A little. C'mon, mia. I'll show you."

"And...I'm goin' back to sleep." Alex said before kissing Noah's head and rushing back to the bed.

Downstairs, I sat on the couch tapping my foot impatiently. Mrs. Russo instructed me on what to do, and how to hold Noah's head. At first, it hurt...like hell. But I got used to the feeling, and after a while it just seemed natural. It was nearing four in the morning, and I was almost asleep until I felt the suckling stop. I looked down, only to see that Noah had fallen asleep. I smiled, unlatching him and pulling my wifebeater back down.

I placed him on his back, his head falling at my knees and his feet placed on my tummy. I latched my fingers between his little hands...a perfect fit.

You know, it's hard to believe that just a few months before this...I was terrified. I didn't want a kid! But looking down at Noah, so peaceful and innocent, I feel like I've found that last puzzle piece. Then, I remembered something.

I slowly picked Noah up, holding him against my chest and walking down the course hallway that led to Justin's room. He was laying on his back, an arm under his pillow and his face facing the window. I could tell he was looking at the stars before he fell asleep. I smiled to myself before gently placing Noah on his stomach.

Almost instantly, I saw Justin's head roll to the opposite side, and his hand flew up to Noah's back. I folded my arms and smiled before crawling in next to them both.

I nuzzled my head in the crook of Justin's neck, inhaling the scent of his special mixture of Axe and Tag cologne.

We weren't really friends, and we certainly weren't lovers. But we were parents, and we shared that special bond together. I was loving every minute of it, and that's all I really cared about...for now, anyway.

A/N – It was short, but I felt like I owed it to you :D Leave your thoughts?