Chapter 49

That evening:

"Hey, Mama," Brian cooed gently as he sat beside Briana's bed.

"Hey," she answered groggily. "Hi. When did you get here?"

"About a few hours ago. Sorry for–"

Briana cut him off. "It wouldn't have mattered anyway, since I had to have a C-section. Did you see the twins yet?"

"We did," Brian nodded. "And they are as beautiful as their mama."

"Actually, I think they look more like you," she smiled. "And your son has good lung power."

"Yeah, uh, Paul kind of pointed that out earlier when we went down to the nursery."

He then spotted an odd machine. "What's this?"

"It's a pain pump," Briana answered. "All I do is push a button every so often and a certain amount comes out. It's for the incision from the C-section."

"Damn. And to think all I got were pills when I needed something. Maybe I should have a kid sometime."

She laughed. "That would be some headline if you actually did."

A nurse interrupted them when she rolled in the twins. "I think a couple of little ones would like to see their mommy," she said cheerfully, bringing the clear cradles over by Briana's bed and then placed Brett in her arms. He immediately latched on to her left breast, Briana adjusting the baby accordingly so he could do so.

"Jesus," Brian said, wide eyed. "Apparently he likes to eat too."

"Just like his dad," Briana smiled, cuddling their son as he nursed greedily.

"I don't know whether to be envious or turned on."

"Good God, Brian," she laughed again. "Only you would come up with something like that."

He leaned over to pick up Bella out of the cradle. "I can't do what Mama's doing with your brother, little princess, but it doesn't mean you can't be held too."

Bella nestled into him, immediately going to sleep. Brian cuddled her gently, smiling down at his new daughter.

"You know, sweetheart," he said to her softly. "Mama carried you and your brother for nine months. Now it's time for your Papa here to carry both of you for the rest of your lives."

Two days later:

"OW! Mother…" Paul yelled as he fumbled with one of car seats. He cursed in Spanish under his breath as he tried in vain to put the second seat in place. Brian had already finished with the first one.

Briana and Brian now stood listening to him as they cuddled the babies and tried to restrain from laughing; he held Bella while she rocked Brett gently.

She and the twins had been discharged from the hospital nearly half an hour, but with Paul fumbling around, they had yet to leave the parking garage.

"This is bullshit," Paul grunted.

"Would you like me to try?" Briana offered.

"I can do this," he replied. "Really, I can."

"Sure you can, El Senor," Brian teased. "That's why it's taken you half an hour."

"Bite me, Brian," Paul snorted.

"Paul, take Brett. I'll put the other seat in," Briana said.

He sighed, reluctantly taking the baby. "Um..hi, kid," he said as he held Brett in his arms. The baby cooed at him and grabbed a finger.

"Hey, look, man," Brian smiled. "I think some little guy likes you."

"Yeah, you think?" Paul smiled down at Brett. "He is a pretty cool guy, isn't he?"

"They're both awesome." Brian said, nodding at Bella, who was asleep.

"Does that little girl even do anything?" Paul wondered. "Every time I've seen her, she's sleeping."

"Paul, she and Brett are two days old. She's not exactly going to get up and tap dance and sing 'Stars and Stripes' just yet," Brian said. "About all they're going to do for at least the first six months is spend time on Mama's tit, sleep, shit, and yell."

"Fun," Paul replied.

"It's in," Briana announced cheerfully.

"Please say you're joking," Paul said as he handed Brett back to her and checked on the car seat, which was indeed intact.

"Once again, Paul gets beaten by a girl," Brian grinned, securing Bella in her seat before taking Brett from him and doing the same. "Now we can finally go home."

Bella continued to sleep while Brett began to whine once the car started. "It's okay, little man," Brian reassured him. "We're taking you guys to your new home."

Later that day:

Briana had been in the back nursing Bella while Brian had been on the couch, Brett over his shoulder. "Come on, little man," he said between pats and rubs, "Give Papa a little burp."

Brett fussed a bit as Brian continued to pat his back, alternating rubbing in between pats. Soon the baby let go a loud belch, which made Paul jump.

"Holy hell! That was the baby?"

Brian grinned and nodded as he wiped Brett's mouth.

"Damn, if I didn't know any better, I'd sworn that was one of yours, dude. Guess we know Brett takes after his old man in that department."

"Wait till it's Bella's turn if you think this was something," Brian laughed. "She's definitely her daddy's girl."

He then handed Brett to Paul. "Here, hold your godson."

"Uh…." Paul began.

"Well, you have to hold him anyway. I have to take a piss and then get Bella."

"That's convenient," Paul said as Brian gave him the baby.

"Just hold him," Brian shook his head. "He won't bite or break, trust me."

"Right," Paul groaned.

Soon, as not to be outdone by her twin, Bella's own burp echoed out into the next room.

"Good one, Mama, " Brian praised his wife from his post in the bathroom. "That's my little girl!"

"Brian," she replied. "The bathroom door. Close it. We have children now."

"Geez, fine," he said, flushing and then washing his hands before coming out of the bathroom. "Ready for me to take her?"

"Of course." Briana handed over their daughter. "I think someone may need a change, though."

"I'm right on it," Brian grinned. "Let's go get you a dry butt, Princess," he said to Bella.

In the nursery, he grabbed some baby wipes, powder, and a diaper before he and cleaned Bella up. Brian then put on a fresh diaper and her onesie, tossing the dirty one and the used baby wipes into a nearby plastic sack, tying it up.

He had just picked the baby up to take into the living room to join Paul and Brett when he heard Paul let out a loud moan.

"What's your problem?" Brian called out, carrying Bella.

"Oh, lucky me," Paul groaned. "I think your son just dropped a load." He made a face.

"Well, congratulations, Godfather Paul," Brian smiled. "You just won a chance to change your first shitty diaper."