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Disclaimer: I do not own the Tracy family except for Scott's children, so I thank the Andersons for creating them. I only play with them and put them back when finished.
Chapter Two
"Waah! Waah! Waah!"
Scott awoke with a start,heart beating wildly,for a split second not even remembering where he was,taking a deep breath as reality sank in. He scrambled out of bed,grabbed the bottles of pre-prepared baby formula,putting them into the bottle warmers. He glanced at the time as he headed for the cot. 0505 am. Well he had had a couple of hours anyway. He reached the cot and quickly scooped his daughter out,hoping that she was the only one awake right now and so far she was.
"Shh,shh,Honey! Daddy's got you,shh!"
Luckily,Scott found that only her diaper needed changing right now,her little pink sleepsuit was fine,quickly he snapped the poppers open and changed the soggy diaper,making the little girl more comfortable. Her wails subsided slightly,but Scott's keen ears picked up fresh murmurs from the cot. He gently placed the little girl in a pink bouncy baby chair and strapped her into it.
"Sorry,Honey, you'll have your bottle in a little while,"
He shook his head and hurried back to the cot. Sure enough his son lay there whimpering, but if he wasn't seen to quickly,Scott already knew after two days with him,those whimpers would become roars.
"Come on,then,Buddy,before you disturb your sister,he lifted the boy out,while casting a glance at the cot's last remaining occupant,who was still sleeping peacefully. Scott smirked. He had spent only 2 full days with his children,but he could already see that Little Missy was going to resemble her uncle Virgil and sleep through anything.
Conscious of Honey and her whimpers,he quickly changed Buddy's diaper and settled him into the blue bouncy chair that matched Honey's pink one in style and design. He cast a glance at the empty yellow chair,thankful for one baby who was a good sleeper. So far feeding two at once was as efficient as he could get. Yet he knew one day he would be put to the test with all three,it was just pure luck so far that that hadn't happened.
Quickly he grabbed two of the bottles from their warmers and tested them,he then sat in the comfy chair by his bed,the two babies in their chairs in front of him,leaned forward and placed the bottle teats' in the babies mouths.
Instant silence in the room,Scott heaved a sigh and gazed at his oldest and youngest children,contemplating names in his mind,they were three weeks old and still officially nameless. He couldn't call them,Honey,Missy,and Buddy for the rest of their lives,could he? He shook his head. No,he couldn't, Those were names,the nurses had given them due to their mother haemorrhaging to death before the youngest had even been delivered. He wished with all his aching heart,that Janie had told him she was even pregnant,let alone expecting triplets. That if she had he would have been spared the awful double shock that had come about from being told he was a father to three motherless infants.
Scott bit his lip, no,he couldn't think of her just now,not of what might have or could have been. He couldn't even think of that fantastic bittersweet week they had spent together when he had met her again,eight months ago. The babies were his,now. New lives,new names,that's what they deserved. He just couldn't help wondering what Janie would have called them if she had lived long enough to see them properly.