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Two weeks have passed since the girls and I were discharged from the hospital and after 4 long days in the hospital it was great to get home. I missed my house, I missed my shower and I missed my bed. I missed being able to sleep with my husband even though he spent most nights at the hospital with me when he could to help me out with the girls. I never knew how demanding two little babies were. It has taken me 2 weeks to figure out their cries to understand their needs but we still struggle being able to tell them apart. We have left the hospital bracelets on them to know which one is London and which one is Mila. Not only the struggle of trying to tell them apart, I have been in a tremendous amount of pain from my C-Section for a couple weeks. I refuse to take the pain medicine because of nursing the girls. I don't want to pass it to them through my breast milk. And surprisingly the easiest thing has been breastfeeding. I never thought it would be so easy but it has been a breeze they latch on right away and eat as much as their hearts desire of course London eats more than Mila does and it shows as she weighs more than Mila. Yet they are the most precious things in my life and I experience a great joy every day I spend with them and every time I hold them in my arms. They are my heart on the outside of my body. I wouldn't trade them for the world and I feel extremely blessed after everything that happened with Koa. Joe has been amazing with them. He is everything I knew he would be with the girls. He has always been an amazing father to Alani but he's just as amazing a father to our daughters. I am pretty sure they are going to be daddy's little girls as they get older he is one of the few people that can get them to stop crying instantly others myself included it takes some work. Joe's family and my family have been a big help. As soon as we came home from the hospital the house had been cleaned and everything people bought for the babies had been washed and put away. They have done everything they could to help out with the babies including giving me some time to shower. They helped to feed them, change them and give them sponge baths. They have been a great help and spoiled us but now they are gone and we are on our own with the girls.

"Ah, the quiet," I say as I sit down on the couch after getting Mila and London to sleep in their swings. They put up quite a fuss earlier before they were fed and changed. They finally fell asleep just a few minutes ago. They still have their days and nights mixed up. It's difficult and makes for a lot of sleepless nights. I'm exhausted already. I really miss Joe's family being here to help me out as I look at the pile of laundry sitting by the chair to be folded and put away. The entire living room is a mess there's baby stuff everywhere but I'm too tired to clean or do anything. I just want to sleep while they are sleeping and I close my eyes to get in a little nap before the Samoan Breastmilk monsters wake up.

"HONEY I'M HOME!" yells Joe as he shuts the front door loudly waking me up from my 10 minute nap after picking Alani up from camp.

"Shhh," I say as he comes into the living room. "I just got them to sleep. You know how fussy they were."

"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm sorry. I didn't wake them up did I?"

"No thank goodness," I say as we look at them sleeping peacefully in their swings.

"They're not dressed alike," he says.

"I don't like them dressed alike," I say, "one because they are each their own person so if I dress them alike it will only be for special occasions like our family pictures tomorrow or for holidays and two because it's hard enough being able to tell them apart we don't need them to be dressed alike to make the confusion bigger."

"They're so sweet," he says wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we look down at our creations. "They're like little angels we did a good job with them."

"Yes we did," I say with a smile. "We did an amazing job with them although I think you're the one that put in the most work they have nothing of me. Your mom was showing me your baby pictures and they look exactly like you. The only thing they got were my eyes and look at their little mouths," I say with a smile. "They have your lips and your mouth, they have your nose and clearly they have your hair. I could almost put a ponytail in their hair now."

"You will be able to by the time they are two months old," he says as I lean my head on his chest taking in his scent. "This is how Alani was."

"I'm sure," I say with a smile as Alani comes into the living room.

"They're sleeping?" she asks.

"Yeah," I say. "How was camp?" I ask.

"It was good. How were London and Mila while I was at camp?"

"The same as always," I say with a smile. "They haven't done anything new yet. They were pretty fussy earlier."

"Oh," she says. "At least they are cute it makes the crying bearable."

"It sure does," I say with a smile. "But you love them right?"

"Yeah but they are just a lot of work," she says with a smile.

"Yes they are," I say with a smile. "A LOT of work but I don't think I would have it any other way."

"Neither would I," says Joe. "So how are you feeling?"

"I still hurt and I am exhausted I was going to take a nap before you busted into the door yelling in fact I had just fallen asleep and you woke me up. I was trying to get in just a little nap before the breast monsters wake up for a feeding plus all this stuff needs to be done like the laundry, they need a bath and this living room is a mess. I also have to get things ready for our family pictures tomorrow. I also haven't showered for 3 days. I need to shower. I feel disgusting but I have no time to do all this."

"Willow," he says, "relax I've got this. I can take care of the laundry, cleaning up the living room and I can take care of the girls. You go take a shower and get some rest. You look exhausted. I can take care of all of this you just shower and get some rest. I will even cook us dinner tonight."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Baby, I'm sure. I've got this. You go rest," he says with a reassuring smile.

"Okay and there are bottles of breastmilk in the fridge for them. I pumped earlier this afternoon so they are good to give them when they wake up. I suspect they may need a diaper changing too. I also cut off their hospital bracelets."

"You did what?" he asks. "How are we supposed to tell them apart without the hospital bracelets?"

"Relax," I say with a smile. "That's why they are dressed differently. I figure that if we do that we can always tell them apart. Mila is in the blue and London is in the purple," I say. "Okay?"

"Okay," he says relaxing. "I got this, Willow. You go get some rest."

"Thanks, Baby," I say with a smile before I kiss his lips softly. I make my way upstairs first I jump in the shower which is refreshing and then after my shower I throw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. I crawl into my bed and it doesn't take long before I am passed out in a deep sleep leaving Joe in charge of everything downstairs.

Joe's POINT OF VIEW:

"Lani, do you want to help me fold some laundry?" I ask her after Willow goes upstairs to get some rest.

"Sure," she says with a smile.

"Thanks," I say with a smile before we sit down to fold some of the laundry that is piling up. "I never knew two little baby girls could make so much laundry."

"Um yeah because they are always spitting up or sometimes they poop on their clothes. They're messy my brother is like that too. You'll get used to it Dad," she says.

"I hope so. I don't remember you being so much work when you were born."

"There was one of me and two of them," she says. "It's double the work."

"True," I say as we fold up the babies' laundry. "Do you enjoy having two little sisters?"

"I love it," she says with a smile. She's been a great help since they were born. She helps change them, feed them or whatever they need. We let her "babysit" them too not really but she thinks she's babysitting. She's been trying to make them smile and make them laugh but hasn't gotten anything from them. I haven't gotten anything from them either but they are the sweetest little babies I have seen next to Alani. I love watching my children together and I hope that one day they have a great bond with each other. I never really planned to have more kids after Alani but sometimes God plans things differently than we plan them. I'm blessed to have three beautiful children and my most important job is loving them all day every day.

Once we get the laundry folded up I take it upstairs to the nursery and put it away before I go back downstairs to the living room to clean it up and straighten it up. I even run the vacuum and the babies sleep right through it. I'm impressed they must really be out from drinking the breast milk. Willow did a great job getting them to sleep. I follow cleaning up the living room by going to start dinner. I have no idea what to cook so I start to look in the fridge and we hardly have much food. It has been a while since we went grocery shopping. I make a note to go to the grocery store tomorrow after our family pictures. I scratch making dinner off my list and make my way upstairs to ask Willow where she wants me to order from. I walk into the bedroom and see her passed out on the bed. I shut the door and head back downstairs. I decide to order us pizza and subs for dinner. Not a healthy choice but I don't really have anything else. I tell them to bring a 2 liter of soda with them. I sit down on the couch and as I flip on the TV the babies wake up together. "What's the matter?" I ask as I get up and walk over to the swing. "Why are you crying? Are you hungry?" They begin screaming at the top of their lungs. I walk into the kitchen as they are screaming and pull out two bottles of breast milk. I warm them before I take them into the living room. I lay them down and struggle to pick up Mila from the swing as I hold London. I grab the boppy pillows and lay them on the floor. I finally get Mila out of the swing while I carefully hold their heads. I lay each of them down on a boppy pillow before I grab the bottles. I test it to make sure it's not too hot as they continue to scream. One thing is for sure they have a strong set of lungs.

"What is going on?" asks Alani as she comes into the living room.

"It's okay," I say giving them their bottles. They began to eat right away as if they didn't' eat a couple hours prior. "They were just hungry and I was struggling with them."

"You're lucky you didn't' wake up Willow," she says.

"Willow won't be awake for a while," I say. "She's out. I ordered us a pizza for dinner and I got you a sub since you don't like the sauce on pizza."

"I thought you were cooking?"

"There was nothing to cook," I say with a smile. "We need to go grocery shopping tomorrow."

"Oh okay," she says as she sits down next to me. "Need some help?"

"Sure," I say with a smile. "You know you're a really good big sister."

"Thank-you," she says with a smile. "I love babies. I love my sisters and my brother. When I get older I'm going to have a lot of babies because they are so cute," she says with a smile.

"After you're married right?" I ask.

"After college," she says making me smile. "I have to become a teacher first."

"You have your whole life planned out huh?"

"Yeah," she says with a smile. "And I am going to marry someone just like you, Dad. You're a great dad."

"That's good," I say with a smile. "I want nothing but the best for you but you don't have to be in a rush to get married and have babies. You don't have to be in a rush to grow up. You're only 9 years old. You have 9 years left of being a kid. You shouldn't be thinking about that stuff. You should be having fun and playing outside. Time all happens so fast," I say, "you don't need to rush it besides when you're older, graduated from college, married and have kids of your own you're going to miss being a kid there's no rush in growing up. It will happen."

"Do you miss it, Daddy?" she asks.

"I miss my ninja turtles," I say with a smile, "but yes I miss being a kid sometimes but life has been pretty good. It gave me you, it gave me Willow and it gave me London and Mila. Now I get to watch all three of you grow up to be beautiful women and hopefully do it the right way."

"You will, Dad," she says as the doorbell rings.

"That's the pizza," I say. "Here I'll be right back," I say handing her the bottle I am holding. I stand up and make my way to the door. I pull out my wallet and pay the man for the food and drinks before I walk into the kitchen to put them down. I get Alani's sub ready before I take over in the living room giving her time to eat her dinner. I can wait. I burp the babies and they are done eating. I change their diapers before putting them in their bouncers to watch some baseball with me. Willow will kill me if she knew I let them watch TV before they were 2. She has this thing about no screen time before they are two years old. I get up to walk to the kitchen to get a couple pieces of pizza and come back into the living room to sit down with the twins. I change the channel and put on some Disney show for them to watch as I eat.

"Dad what are you doing?" asks Alani.

"Eating and they are watching this show. I don't know what it is. It's just some kid show."

"It's Doc McStuffins and I thought Willow said they can't watch TV this young?"

"What Willow doesn't know won't hurt her. She will never know."

"And if she finds out you're going to be in a lot of trouble."

"They like it," I say with a smile. "Don't you?" I ask them with a smile as I go on to finish eating. "Besides as soon as I am done they are getting a bath. Want to help me with that?"

"Yeah," she says with a smile. "I'll go get their bath stuff for you."

"Thanks," I say with a smile.

After I finish eating I get the girls ready for their baths. I take them into the kitchen where Alani has set everything up. I smile as I see the baby shampoo, the nighttime wash, two new diapers, their towels and a pair of pajamas. I lay them each down on a towel as Alani stands with them. I fill up a little bucket with warm water and bring it back to the table. "They hate this," I say as I take each of them out their outfit and throw them to the side as they start to cry. I wet their hair with a wash cloth before putting shampoo in it as they scream. "They hate being undressed."

"I see that," she says as she watches me. "I can help," she says with a smile before she starts to help bathe one of the babies while I bathe the other. They cry the entire time before we finally wrap them up in their towels holding them before we get them dressed for bed. "Dad, do you know which one is which?"

"Um," I say, "I think this is London and you have Mila."

"Are you sure?"

"I think so," I say, "or maybe this is Mila and that's London."

"You didn't mark it down did you?"

"No, check their hospital bracelets," I say.

"Willow cut them off and you're going to be in a lot of trouble, Dad."

"I can figure this out," I say. "Just give me a minute. This has to be Mila. She's smaller than London."

"I don't know Dad I think I have Mila."

"No, I have Mila you have London. I think," I say in a panic. "Willow is going to kill me. I need to figure this out." I say as I get peed on. "Oh come on, Mila or London."

"That is NOT cute," says Alani with a smile.

"Let's get diapers on them first and then figure out which is which."

"Okay," she says before we put their diapers on them. "You know one time I was watching Full House and Uncle Jesse mixed up his twins. They had to do their footprints to figure it out," she says.

"Why their footprints?" I ask.

"Because identical twins have different footprints and fingerprints, that's how you can tell the difference."

"I get it. I can get a footprint from each of them and then compare it to their footprints from the hospital. Do you have a stamp pad?"

"Yeah I'll get it for you then," she says as we get them dressed in their pajamas. I take the babies into the living room and put them in the swings before I clean everything up in the kitchen trying not to panic and to find out which is which before Willow wakes up while Alani gets me her stamp pad.

I walk into the living room after putting everything away to see Willow holding both of the girls. "Did Daddy give you a bath?" she asks them with a smile on her face. "You smell so good," she says with a smile.

"You're awake," I say with surprise.

"Yeah it felt good to nap. I'm hungry though. How was everything?" she asks looking around the living room. "I see you cleaned up."

"Everything went good," I say. "How was your nap?"

"Good," she says as she plays with the babies.

"I ordered pizza, do you want some?"

"I thought you were cooking?"

"There's not much to cook."

"Right I haven't had time to go to the grocery store with these two, isn't that right?" she asks them with a smile. I love watching her with them. She's a great mom to them too bad I screwed up and can't tell my babies apart. I am such a failure. I will have to do the stamp pad and footprint later. "But I can't eat pizza. It gets London upset, the cheese and dairy products get her upset, doesn't it, London?" she asks as she looks down to the baby on her left. I'm curious to how she knows that it's London.

"How do you know that's London?" I ask. "I didn't tell you which one was which."

"You don't have to," she says with a smile. "They have different personalities already and remember how we thought they were completely identical?" she asks.

"They are," I say, "I mean I can't really tell them apart yet. I was curious as to how you could."

She lets out a small laugh, "you don't know which one is which do you?"

"Here, Daddy," says Alani as she comes into the living room with the stamp pad. "Oh, hi Willow," she says.

"What's that for?" asks Willow as she looks at me.

"Oh nothing," I say handing it back to Alani. "I may have mixed up the babies when I gave them a bath. I was lost without their hospital bracelets and I didn't know which one was which. I'm sorry, Willow. I didn't mean to."

"Relax, Baby," she says with a smile. "You think I didn't mix them up before. It's tough I know but it's really easy to tell them apart. Look at Mila," she says as she picks her up. "She has a birth mark on her neck and London doesn't. That's how I can tell them apart."

"Oh, Thank God," I say letting out a sigh of relief. "I was scared I didn't' want Mila growing up as London and London growing up as Mila so I was going to take their footprints and compare them to the ones from the hospital."

"Clever," she says. "It's okay. Now you know Mila has the birth mark and London doesn't. Plus London is heavier than Mila. It's all good. We got this, Baby."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I was just so exhausted I didn't' think to besides I told you who had on what."

"That didn't help when I gave them a bath," I say taking a seat next to her on the couch as she hands me Mila.

"You had a fool proof method," she says with a smile. "You would have figured it out."

"You're not upset?"

"No I'm not. I'm thankful for you and thankful that you took the time to take care of the girls so I could get some rest. Thank-you, Baby."

"You're welcome," I say with a smile. "We'll figure this whole twin life out right?"

"Eventually," she says with a smile. "We'll get it, Baby. We'll get it. I love you."

"I hope so and I love you too," I say before I lean over and kiss her lips softly before we play with the babies a little bit before we change them, feed them one more time and then put them to bed for a couple hours before they wake up again.

*A/N: What did you think? Please review and thank-you for reading.