Lisa had realized how much she had considered the laboratory by then her workplace and home when she had Lieo by her side at all times to take care of him. At his age the lab itself was a distraction whenever the boy wasn't attended to by his mother who was always only ever a few steps looking through a microscope, recording test results, machine designing or building. All while Lieo looked up at the glowing tubes transporting required material, the glowing sparkling wires relaying data throughout the laboratory and computers.

The entirety of the facility itself had developed in the past three years to greater complexity with material shaping and cutting tables for complex devices. Several chemical processing areas. Rooms for performing experiments under controlled environments required for proper testing much of which was kept in a clean and maintained state by Todd.

"Seven. Eight. Nine," Lisa counted the vials she kept ready on tap that contained the material that was key for combining the genetic material of her sisters and herself with Lincoln in such a manner to be the best results for their resulting offspring. Each vial marked with the label for each sister. Though it had ensured that her son did not experience albinism as Lincoln displayed, Lieo had inherited his father's snowy white hair. To Lisa it was an odd happenstance of the genetic combination, and to her parents she had explained as an oddity of the experiment she had performed. Not that it left them any less perturbed over the idea of her performing experiments on their grandchildren before they were even born.

As for the rest of her nieces and nephews, Lisa was glad for both the experience and the access of her private laboratory. It allowed her a very efficient process. Whereas just a few years ago providing the conditions of a safe delivery for the child of one of her sisters was an extensive undertaking that required extensive preparation, she was now confident enough to handle performing the operation on all of them on the same day if they so chose.

Though whether that was because of her true capability or overconfidence that still led to systems meltdown or power outages on occasion, her older sisters preferred not to risk it and so still coordinated with each other to see Lisa with reasonable intervals apart. Especially with it being a very productive year in that regard for Lisa. Lynn, Lucy, Leni, and Luna having arranged for the preparation of another child within the year. They would at the very least have their birthday roughly within a few months with each other, and the children could enjoy the argument of who ought to have certain authority based on age once they started having their sibling squabbles.

As Lieonardo started to fuss, Lisa stepped away from her microscope and picked up her son cradling him to her chest. After a quick sniff test she pulled up data for precisely recording time stamps of when she had fed her son, put him down for a nap and the like seeing it all as holographic data pulled out for easy convenience on her wrist device. After processing the numbers she smiled looking at her son realizing he needed her attention.

Covering her glasses she looked away.
"Now, where is my little Lieo?" she said in a sing song voice keeping an ear out for her son before turning back around hand now away from her glasses.

"There you are, I have found you, my wonderful progeny," she said, smiling back at her son as he giggled.

"My wonderful creation," she whispered to herself, wondering how much her son would be capable of.

"Now, let's test your spatial awareness," Lisa said, setting Lieo down and gathering a few simple toys for him.

All the while she played with her son, Lisa regarded his performance of the simple childish tasks critically. Seeing how well he was doing, a satisfactory point of comparison to come back to and compare for future performance.

Though her siblings would call the approach cold, critical, and too much like treating Lieonardo as an experiment rather than her child, Lisa prided herself on always being able to stay close to him. Truly keeping an eye on him and raising him even as she did her work rather than having to count on the support of others to contribute to taking care of her child as well.

It was one of those issues among the Loud siblings thought best left alone. Among other issues of when it was best to tell the children the truth, if they ought to tell them the truth. If keeping them living apart was best for them. Whether they ought to be living together as the Loud Siblings had when they were younger.

Many a times the questions made Lisa wonder if she simply ought to find out herself to put the matter to rest. There were plenty of inter-dimensional variants to use as reference after all.

"Say hello to your little brother, Lyle, Liena," Leni said after bringing her daughter over to see the baby now settled into his crib.

Liena looked with the most concentration at her little brother's hair. It was a much shinier blond than that of her mother and herself. Something that people might call platinum blond.

"He's a pretty baby," Liena said in admiration of her little brother, thinking that he had taken a lot after their mom to look so pretty.

For Liena it had been well enough worth the wait to see her little brother settled down with her mother and herself in their spacious four bedroom apartment. She had been nervous that she would have to share her bedroom with her brother who she had then been unsure about his exact temperament. A concern that came from the stories of her mother and her aunts sharing rooms, and being worried that her mother would do the same to her brother and her.

She had stayed waiting with her aunt Lori and her father as Leni went into labor, it having been a surprising discovery for her to find out what it was that happened when she had been born.

"My brother and me, we're both L L?" Liena said.

"Uh huh. Yeah Liena. Lyle and you are L Louds," Leni said.

"Why two Ls?" Liena said.

"It's a tradition. Your grandma and grandpa named us all Ls too," Leni said.

"Why?" Liena said.

"It's like, a fun family activity. Like how we play dress up and put the right pieces together for nurses and princesses costumes," Leni said.

"Ls are like right pieces for Louds?" Liena said.

"Yes!" Leni said excitedly glad to hear her daughter coming to that conclusion.

"Why are they right pieces?" Liena said.

"It's part of matching the L in Loud with the first letter in-" while Leni, much to the admiration of her friends and siblings had the endurance to answer any question that popped into her daughter's mind. Even personally undertaking an information search if she was lacking in answers, at that moment she was cut off by Lyle starting to get fussy.

"Remember your question, Liena. I need to see what your little brother needs," Leni said, picking up Lyle starting to run the checklist through her head that Lori had told her about for checking in on how her baby was doing.

"Mom, could you teach me how to help take care of my little brother?" Liena said.

"Of course, first you're going to need to learn how to hold him," Leni said, starting to go over the things about a baby to check as she started figuring out what her son was in need of at that moment.

Lyra had been sitting down calmly on the bed while her mama, Sam brushed her hair having worked around the rest as she now focused on trying to brush down two stubborn tufts on either side of her head. Having been at it for a few minutes now to the point she was starting to consider spraying it or getting it under control with hair gel.

By that point most of it was silky and shiny from Sam's handling save for the tufts on either side that her family had affectionately dubbed 'Lyra tufts" or her 'horn tufts' as Lucy preferred to call them much to Lyra's chagrin.

"Maybe you should try an iron?" Lina said, looking at her older sister's stubborn bits of hair fascinated by their seeming refusal to be tamed.

Sam sighed in defeated exhaustion letting her shoulders slump as she looked like she was letting some weight fall away from her shoulders now. Several tries at separating the strands individually made it clear the spots where the tufts formed had a higher concentration of oils and thickness. While it was a mystery to Sam, Luna was quite aware that Lisa dealing with a very experimental process had led to some oddities that popped up in their kids despite her best efforts.

"Maybe I should put on a hat or, Lina please let me borrow a beanie," Lyra said.

While Lina was just about ready to grab one of her beanies for her sister to wear, Sam squeezed her daughter's shoulder comfortingly.

"It's alright, Lyra. Your brother isn't going to be afraid. Lemy will be very happy to meet you," Sam said.

"He's not going to get scared, is he?" Lyra said, holding onto her hair tufts.

Sam kept herself steady, Luna and she had been awkward when handling their eldest daughter's curiosity about religion. Their relationship with Catholicism, from which much of the choir music she was so taken with, and in particular its greater place in Christianity was an awkward one considering how long it had gone operating with its general disdain for people like Luna and herself. Nonetheless they still had to provide something of an explanation before any ultra religious classmates of hers got it into her head that they were living in sin or something similarly unhinged.

Many a times by that point Luna and Sam had tried their best to get the strongest of hair products to get their daughter's tufts to settle down as they could tell Lyra with the strength of her spiritual beliefs was quite sensitive to other children teasing and making very obvious visual allusions to her tufts resembling horns especially in her silhouette.

"No, Lyra. He'll be very happy to meet his big sister," Sam said.

Despite how she continued to be reluctant, Lyra got up walking over with her mama and little sister into the nursery room to see Lemy sleeping in his crib. Same as his mom who was sleeping in the master bedroom still recovering from the delivery of her son.

Lina more openly fawned, smiling as she took in the sight of her little brother. His hair a dirty blond color, a sort of middle ground between his sisters.

Lyra looked at her little brother just as fondly, leaning on the crib glad that her brother was asleep. Putting her fear to rest for the time being that he wouldn't want to see her. Nonetheless she would be happy the day she'd find her brother indeed properly excited to see her, tufts and all.

As of that moment, Lyra understood there was plenty of responsibility expected of her as her mama held her shoulder.

"Congratulations, Lyra. You're the eldest to a little sister and a little brother," Sam said.

"Come on Lacy, come on. Atta girl!" Lynn said encouragingly to her daughter as she snatched her up lifting her up as a congratulatory lift.

As Lacy seemed to join in the celebration with how she smiled and reached out to her mother, Lynn set her back down and moved to the other side of the living room gesturing for her to crawl over with the same beckoning words of encouragement.

Now that Lacy had been born looking strong and active, Lynn very much enjoyed playing 'Come to Mommy'. Despite having an Olympic gold medal to display on her wall the competitive spirit especially with her siblings still lived on. She was hoping that if she could get Lacy to crawl long enough that she would see her daughter taking her first steps soon enough.

"You can do it! You're my kid!" Lynn said, hoping that soon enough Lacy could build up the strength to walk. Even if it would take some time, Lynn wanted to build up the strength and competitive spirit in her daughter regardless.

Despite what Lincoln and a few of her sisters had expected, she hadn't continued on the Lynn naming convention. At least, not just yet. Lacy was not the only child she planned to have with Lincoln after all, and she would certainly argue that it was more in line with their tradition for her to wait until after her eldest child was born to pass on the legacy name.

"Lacy Loud makes it another lap and the crowd goes wild!" Lynn said, holding up Lacy and letting her rest on her shoulders. The infant laughed as her mother held her aloft only to whine as she was feeling rather hungry.

"It was a pretty big workout for you, huh?" Lynn said, taking her daughter with her into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for her.

After Lynn finished feeding and burping Lacy, she rocked her daughter as she was able to tell for Lacy it really had been enough exercise to wear her out.

Lynn took Lacy to the nursery room and placed her daughter down gently into her crib, looking down at her she hoped Lacy would be a heavy sleeper her whole life too. Working hard to make her body do its best, but then she reminded herself how the best thing to do was to always do right by her daughter. Lynn ran her hand along the top of Lacy's head still looking at the ashy just slightly brown hair that made her wonder if it was one of those little things only possible because of Lisa's involvement.

Much like how Lieonardo and Lupa could have their father's snow white hair without having also developed the albinism.

A small reminder of her whole family and the big help that they were. She could always count on her sisters, and Lincoln. United together by a shared secret that brought them happiness with each other, but also the dread of wondering how long it could last. As she looked around her home, Lynn was glad that she had waited. She now had the means to provide her daughter all she needed and anything that she could want.

Yet, there was a part of her that nagged at her mind if she had not just stalled to have a chance to compete for gold but also to stall when she'd have to tell her daughter the truth. Knowing that the time would come that she'd have to be honest. That Lacy know how she came to be.

There was some relief in that it would take more time for that to come to pass. Lori had yet to tell Loan the truth after all.

"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor. Shall be lifted—nevermore!" Lucy finished reading 'The Raven' to Lupa who she had dressed in her bat themed onesie, and her daughter continued sucking on her pacifier. Though Lupa occasionally looked up at her mother as though expecting something more to the story.

"I'm afraid that was the end of that," Lucy said, closing the book and putting it to the side.

"Maybe the right story out of Grimm's Fairy Tales should be next," Lucy said, grabbing the book in question and looking through it.

With Lupa being only an infant, Lucy didn't expect her daughter to be fully engrossed in the contents of the story. It would still take some time for her to grow which by then Lupa could engage with the dark and spooky. Something Lucy hoped her daughter would indeed take to.

Stories had become essential to her life ever since Lucy had completely dedicated her time to the work of a professional published author. Though considering the content they tended to veer to, she hoped to spare Lupa of ever coming upon her work or at the very least the scenes that would make her flush to know that her mother had written them.

Though Lucy was already reading Lupa the fairy tales, she peeked over at the pages knowing just how much imagery her daughter could handle. Though Lupa was surrounded by scary things, the nature of the house she lived in and how Lucy decorated it ensured that, her mother was still considerate of what Lupa was sensitive to regardless.

Lucy was also many a times prone to simply be sentimental. Though Lucy held onto Lupa, holding her on the lap sitting down with her on the black living room couch in her bat themed onesie it was one of her earliest wardrobe selections after all, she remembered a choice of gift from Lisa and Leni that had made it so a different nickname stuck with Lupa.

When Lisa and Leni had made for Lupa a black and yellow outfit, Lucy had not been amused at first to see her daughter deliberately dressed as a bee. However, seeing Lisa sincerely have fun holding up her niece and fly her around like the famous insect in question tugged at her heart.

Besides, the nickname 'Honeybee' wasn't so bad. In fact, it was rather sweet.

By the time Lucy had finished reading to Lupa, her daughter had fallen asleep. From there, Lucy lifted up Lupa letting her head rest on her shoulder. She couldn't help but look over. The snow white hair made such a pleasing contrast to her long black hair reaching far down her back.

"Have a good sleep my little Honeybee," Lucy said, setting Lupa down in her crib.

Her mind lingered to whether or not she should let the nickname stick. Surely a few pieces of black and yellow clothing wouldn't hurt, she would leave out plenty of other options for Lupa.

"Your aunt and father would certainly appreciate it if their name for you would stick," Lucy whispered as she watched Lupa settle down to rest peacefully.

For how serious Lisa insisted on being, carrying herself with a form of intense concentrated will for her work and scrutiny of the world around her, Lucy knew that she appreciated the silly little things that she developed an attachment for. It was how she became so amused by the sight of dressing her niece like a black and white bee.

It certainly helped that it was a sight that Lincoln found adorable as well. It was in fact something that all the siblings had their own appreciation for. Though her worries sometimes lingered when remembering how her mother and father reacted.

Even though they were just as happy for her as they had been for all her siblings she remembered how their gazes lingered on Lupa's white hair. She could tell it was something that didn't make sense to them. It certainly didn't help that it had happened twice by that point.

Over the past eight years, Lincoln had considered it important to see his children as much as possible. Holidays and Birthdays were easy enough, but he did his best to often find reason to see them during their first day of school.

Fortunately he had proven capable of planning and leadership on the more prominent comic titles. Communicating effectively with his team remotely which gave him the go ahead from his superiors to do his work from his desk in the comfort of his home.

Unlike her husband, Ronnie-Anne still had to work outside of the home to do her job. With such an arrangement it was clear that Lincoln would remain close to the children with his insistence that he be of help to his sisters by keeping them in their home. That was especially the case with Liby, Lyra, Lemy and Lina with Luna, Sam and Luan often out and about on their tours.

While he worked on the comic panels and the written script for the next issues in the comic run which he was working on his second monitor, he kept an eye on Reina, Luis and Lemy playing near his side. His twin son and daughter with Ronnie-Anne took more after their mother with the same shade of their hair. Their skin being only a little lighter because of his genetics. Much like how their cousin Laura took more after her father, though unlike her they had nonetheless managed to inherit a smattering of freckles.

Though, much like how Lori and Bobby had decided on their children's last names so had they agreed to give the twins separate last names. Reina was a Santiago and Luis was a Loud. Each parent also agreeing on letting the other name the child who'd take on their family's name.
It was how Lincoln settled on a name that would still fit into the Loud tradition with a bit of clear influence from Ronnie-Anne nonetheless. Especially when Bobby seemed so excited to offer up his name as a legacy name for his nephew, but in the end Ronnie-Anne wasn't one to allow a second Roberto at least not as long as her older brother himself still lived.

Seeing the children playing together, Lincoln was happy to see the small group of them show their excitement around one another. He was confident by then that he really had followed in his father's footsteps, most of his children were daughters. making his sons stand out all the more to him. His eldest son, Lieonardo was a rare sight to him with how closely Lisa tended to her son. Though he was the eldest, the age difference between the boys was negligible, being only a few weeks apart. Lyle, his youngest son he only saw more often as Leni had a place beyond her home to go to for work. His second eldest son, Lemy and second youngest, Luis. Lemy and his sisters of course because Luna and Sam had him to fall back on getting back to doing tours for the Moon Goats. Then of course, Luis himself. The only one of the boys who would know who his father was for quite some time.

Lincoln also kept an ear out for outside his door where his daughters Lyra, Lina and Liby were playing. Which at the moment judging by the interrogation style questions Liby had roped her older sisters into playing detective.

"Where were you when the cheese was stolen from Mister Mouse?" Liby said, trying to emulate the mannerisms of an in your face detective as she blew into the smoking pipe shaped bubble blower that Luan had gotten for her.

"I was in the Dance Hall, promise," Lyra said, sweating much more than she ought to for just a game of detectives. She had been assigned to be the culprit by randomly picking the card.

"Hm, can anyone else say you were in the Dance Hall?" Liby said.

"Um," Lyra hesitated.

"Sis, you should say Misses Duck can say you were there," Lina said.

"Misses Duck can't speak right now," Lyra whispered back, gesturing to the duck plushy that currently had her beak closed together by a rubber band to represent she had been made mute.

"Hey! Are you two working together?" Liby said.

Keeping up with the child detective drama made for good background noise for Lincoln while he was working on the shading of his current comic panel coupled with the children of his who were only a few weeks old playing close enough where he could spot them.

Then he noticed a text message come through from Lily.

'What do you think, Lincoln? I just finished the models for the new companion characters my Gaming Club is making.'

Lincoln put down the stylus and took a look at the photo attached with the message showing off the characters Lily had created for the club's game. By appraising it he could tell that each had been modeled to be, extremely pleasing to anyone playing the game while being obvious at a distance what their role in the party was.

'They look great, Lily. You really did a good job, I really liked what you did with the duelist character.' Lincoln texted back.

'Thanks, I modeled him after you. Handsome.' Lily texted back.

Blushing, Lincoln did a double take. Taking another look at the character models he could tell how Lily had "taken her inspiration".

He distracted himself by going back to working on the comic panels in front of him. Though Lily was complying with waiting until after high school, with even that much seeming like a tall ask every day with how often Lisa said their little sister asked to meet with her privately, she was clearly aching to have her time to know her brother just the same as her older sisters had gotten the chance to.

After about ten minutes Lincoln decided to get his phone and text back.

'Thanks, Lils. That's really cool.'

Sighing as part of him accepted that it was love at her core just as it had been between all the Loud siblings. Despite his torn feelings it was a reluctance but steadily forming eventuality. What was once a hope that his youngest sister would be the exception to their incestuous polycule had weathered away to become a willingness to embrace her love too.

For the time being it was out of his mind as he focused on his work and taking care of his kids.