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I was loopy for a few days and in hospital for a week thanks to all the babies being a little underweight. Now that I’m home, and my guys have a couple weeks paternity leave, I’m hopeful that we’ll figure out names for our testosterone-laden children.
Somehow, all five are boys, and even though they’re not identical, two of them look a little like twins. They have blond hair that’s kind of a mix of dark and light shades. We also have one little freckly redhead, and two dark-haired boys who have different features.
“Rueben Junior,” Rueben suggests.
“Let me guess, for the redhead?” I ask, rolling my eyes.
He shrugs. “You have to admit. He’s definitely my kid. We have the same everything.”
“We’re not giving the kids your names. That’s way too confusing.”
“Then how about Mikey?” he suggests.
“Would that be Mikey, short for Michael, which is a normal, regular guy’s name, or Mikey as in Michaelangelo, the ninja turtle?” I ask.
Scout snorts. “It’s totally the second one.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Rueben asks.
“Nothing,” Scout says. “We’ll just name them after the ninja turtles and their rat father who all happened to live in a sewer, by the way.”
Rueben laughs. “I was joking. Seriously. As if I’d name our kids after ninja turtles.”
“Luke could be a good name,” Gus suggests.
I know he misses his brother and I like that he’s picked a name that means something to him.
“I like that. It’s definitely going on our list.”
He smiles at me and puts an arm around me as we all look down at the two double carriers and the single, that all our babies are currently sleeping in. They’re all so precious.
“How about Han, and Lando?” Rueben asks.
“Oh my God, shut up,” Scout tells him. “Stop naming film and TV characters.”
“I think we should use at least one color inspired name,” Bishop says. “Cobalt, maybe?”
“See, that’s cute. I like it,” I tell him. “What other colors make good names?”
“Copper?” Rueben tries.
“Sounds like a policeman,” Scout screws up his nose.
“Oh my god,” I murmur as I look down at our kids.
“What?” Bishop asks, as everyone moves closer.
“I just realized, we’ve got five future Alphas here. What if they don’t get along when they get older?”
I can’t stand the thought of that. All the stories about Scout’s brothers, and Gus’s kid brother … I have to admit I’m worried.
“They’ll get along,” Gus assures me.
“They will?” I ask. “How do you know?”
“We all get along, and they’re our kids,” Bishop says.
“We’ll teach them the right things,” Scout adds.
