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Month 4

Victor was now four months pregnant and it was showing. His belly was now bigger. The month was half over. It was a weekday and Victor was walking back to the rec room with a hand on his back and the other holding a glass of milk. His back was aching with the extra weight and his feet were hurting too. He entered the rec room and sat on the couch, his feet propped on the coffee table. Logan was sitting next to him.

Logan looked at his brother as Victor took a sip of his milk. "Need a couple massages?"

Victor nodded. He moved so his back was against the couch arm and his feet on Logan's lap. Logan also moved so he was facing Victor. He started massaging his brother's aching feet.

Victor sighed, smiling. "Much better."

After a few minutes Victor's feet were feeling better. He moved again and sat between Logan's legs. Logan started the back massage. His back was starting to feel batter. He started purring. Logan chuckled and Victor sipped his milk.

"Have the babies started kickin' yet?" Logan asked.

"No, not yet. Jimmy, I really want steak with ranch dressin'."

"Victor it's ten at night."

"I don't care. I want steak with ranch dressin'!" he said, his back feeling better already.

Logan got up and helped Victor off the couch and they headed to the kitchen. Victor sat at the island as Logan took a steak from the fridge that was put in there earlier. He turned on the stove and let the pan heat up then was about to put the meat in the pan when Victor stopped him.

"I want it rare."

Logan nodded and threw it in the pan, letting it cook. After a little bit, Logan grabbed a plate, put the rare cooked steak on it, and set it in front of Victor. He got out the ranch dressing and gave it to him.

"Thanks, Jimmy-boy." Victor extracted his claws and poured the ranch dressing over the steak and started eating it with his hands and claws.

"Your welcome."

Victor purred as he ate it. He had craved for steak and ranch dressing all day. "Get me some pickle juice, too?"

Logan got a glass and poured the juice from the pickle jar into the glass. He handed it to Victor and put the pickle jar away. Victor finished the steak and licked the plate clean.

"What are ya? Five?" Logan joked.

Victor growled playfully.

He set the plate down and drank all of his juice.

"Ready for bed?"

"Yeah."

Logan helped Victor off the stool and they headed up to their room. Once up there, Logan changed into pj bottoms and Victor did the same. He needed to get ones that fit. They wouldn't go over his belly.

They got in bed and turned out the light. Victor laid on the left side of the bed and Logan laid on the other side. Victor's back was right up against Logan's front. Logan wrapped a loving and protective arm around the top of Victor's belly. They both fell asleep.

Victor woke up with a start. He sat up, Logan's hand sliding down to Victor's lap. Victor felt it again. Victor put a hand to his belly. Again he felt it. He smiled and turned on the bedside light. He shook Logan awake.

"What?" Logan said, sitting up tiredly.

"They both kicked."

"They kicked?"

Victor put Logan's hand to where they were kicking; the top of his stomach.

Logan shook his head. "No, they ain't kickin'." Logan removed his hand.

Victor felt both kick and quickly grabbed Logan's hand and put it back on top of his belly. They wouldn't kick.

"C'mon, babies, kick for Daddy," Victor said.

They wouldn't.

"Can try again in the mornin'," Logan said.

"Night, babies," Victor murmured, rubbing his belly.

They both laid back down and fell asleep, the both of them feeling fuzziness in their heads.

The next morning, Victor woke up and smiled. I could go for a beer right now.

Ya ain't drinkin' alcohol till the babies are born, Logan said.

They looked at each other, gaping.

"Did you just read my mind?" Victor said.

"I heard what you said-thought!" Logan said. "How?"

"I'm guessin' a mental bond formed in our minds last night. We can hear and read each other's thoughts," Victor said.

"Wow." Logan sat up. "Let's go down stairs and tell Hank and Charles."

They left in the pj bottoms and headed to Charles' office where they knew he and Hank would be. They walked in and sat in chair in front of his desk.

"Charles, Hank, we got a mental bond," Logan said.

"So strong that we can hear each other's thoughts," Victor said.

"When did this happen?" Charles asked.

"Durin' when we were sleepin'," Logan said. "Thought you and Hank would like to know."

"How are the babies?" Hank asked.

"Good. Started kickin' last night. Wouldn't kick for their Daddy," Victor said.

Hank nodded. "That's good. Do you want to know the sex of the twins?"

"Nah, want it to be a surprise," Logan said. "We want to fin out on our own."

"Alright. Charles and I signed you both up for parenting classes," Hank said. "You will learn different things and how to bond with the unborn twins."

"How did you sign us up?" Victor asked. "I'm sure they were wonderin' why two men were signed up."

"It's taken care of. We said that you were carrying your and your wife's twins because she couldn't. She ended up dying in an accident and you were left to care for the babies and go through the months alone, but then your brother came and is pitching in to help you through the months and to help care for the twins when they are born," Hank said.

"They bought it?" Logan asked.

"Yes, they did."

"Wow."

"Here's a parenting tip that you two will learn in the classes: Music. Relax and listen to relaxing music. It will help your babies relax," Hank said.

They nodded.

"Ow," Victor said.

"What's wrong, Victor?" Logan asked.

"One of them kicked me in the ribs. Ow! Now both of them did it."

"It's normal," Hank said.

Victor and Logan stood up and went back to their room.

After two days, Logan had to go on a mission and Victor was in the infirmary with Hank doing a check up. They babies had been kicking nonstop all day and his belly had gotten bigger. It was five at night.

"Hank, they've been kicking nonstop all damn day. The kicking feels like they're marchin'."

"Seems like they miss Daddy," Hank chuckled. "Where have they been kicking?"

"Mostly near my belly button. They've kicked my ribs a lot. How can they miss Jimmy when they won't kick if he tries to feel for them?"

"I'm sure they miss his voice," Hank said.

"I miss more than that," Victor said.

"He'll be back shortly. It's only a small mission," Hank said.

Victor nodded. "When will the classes start?"

"Two weeks. You're belly will be bigger then."

"Yeah."

Later that day, Victor was getting worried about Logan. It has only been three hours since he has been gone. The cubs or pups have been kicking nonstop still. It was as if they were stomping. One stomped gently on his ribs and the other where his belly button was.

Victor was laying in bed with his hands behind his head, listening to relaxing music on the stereo. The music wasn't helping the babies any. Victor thought that they had enhanced hearing. It was possible. Victor heard the door open and saw Logan walking in in his uniform. He turned off the stereo and sat up.

"Missed ya, Jimmy," Victor said. "Babies have missed ya, too. Been kickin' nonstop all day."

"Missed ya, too, darlin'." Logan changed from his uniform and into a tank top and sweats. He sat next to Victor and kissed him. Victor kissed back. Logan broke the kiss and kissed Victor's belly twice. "Daddy missed ya, too, kids." He had his hand on Victor's belly and felt both of them kicking. He smiled.

"Hank thinks they missed yer voice. The babies and I were worried 'bout ya. Even with the bond, I was still worried."

"I know. I know how to calm the three of ya down.

You're my angel, you see me through

Believe in me, I'll believe in you

Oh fill my heart from your loving well

You're my angel

Pick me up when I'm feeling down

When I stumble on shaky ground

Oh you're my answer when I cant tell

You're my angel

Oh you take me up to heaven

When you spread your loving wings

When I am weary and way behind

When I am clearly out of my mind

Oh when I find I'm in my hell

You're my angel

Oh you're my angel"

The babies stopped the kicking and relaxed. Victor had relaxed, too. He was now laying down with Logan under the covers. They both fell asleep.