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Logan softly knocks on the door. A couple minutes later Nathan opens it with a yawn. “Hey bro,” Logan smiles. “You look tired.”
“I was asleep.”
“Sorry, I woke you, then. I know having kids cuts back on your sleep.”
“Oh, no.” Nathan shakes his head. “Both kids slept fine. I was just taking a nap.”
Logan frowns. “Oh.” He walks further into the house. “Dads are coming by soon. They have something for you guys.”
“They don’t have to get us anything else. We’re fine.”
“They want to.” Logan looks around the house before he sits on the couch. “It’s silent in here.”
“So?”
“You have two week old twins, and your house is silent. That’s weird.”
“It’s not weird,” Nathan defends. “They just don’t cry that much.”
“Are you sure they’re okay? Like, their lungs are developed right aren’t they?”
Nathan sighs. “They’re fine.” He hears a car pull up and gets ready to greet his parents.
Stiles and Derek walk in. They put some gift bags down and hug Nate.
“I need a shower, so sorry if I smell. I just got up, and I haven’t had a chance. I gave Lycea first dibs on the warm water.”
“Rough night with the twins?” Derek asks.
“Nope. I was just sleeping in late. The twins are fine.”
“Apparently they don’t cry,” Logan informs his parents.
“They don’t cry?!” Stiles is worried as usual.
“Don’t worry. They cry. Trust me, they cry. They both just sleep really well.”
Lycea comes in carrying Dylaena. She’s dressed in a pretty pink sundress.
“I’ll go get Dylan,” Nathan offers.
“No,” she insists. “You take her. I’ll go back and get him.” She transfers her baby girl to Nathan, and Nathan looks to his dads.
“Who wants her?”
“ME!” Stiles practically squeals and pushes his mate out of the way. “I want her.”
Derek growls. “There’s two of them, babe. That means I still get to hold one.” Stiles sticks his tongue out at him. “You’re a child. We’ve been married close to thirty years, have three children, two grandchildren, and you’re still a child!” He stops arguing when his grandson is placed in his arms. “Hi, Dylan. Hi, baby.”
Stiles, ever the paranoid detective, corners Lycea about the babies’ sleeping habits. “I’ve heard these two aren’t much of any criers.”
“Oh, they cry plenty. But, they’re little angels really.”
“How do they sleep?” he pushes.
“Great. They go to sleep at seven, and wake up at ten, three, and eight. They’re just babies, so they sleep a lot through the day, too.”
Nathan cuts in. “They never miss a feeding, though. When they’re hungry you know it.”
“Do they eat well?” Stiles continues to question.
“Well, we’re trying to breastfeed. Dylan does great, but Dylaena won’t have me at all. So, Nate’s in charge of feeding her.”
Logan grimaces and shifts in his chair. Nathan smacks him. “Using formula you idiot. I know what you were thinking. What is wrong with you?!”
“Dude! You got pregnant. Pretty much anything is possible.”
“Does it look like I have breasts?” He gestures to his chest.
Dylan starts to wriggle in his grandfather’s arms. “Nate, stop, you’re scaring your son.”
“Nathan slumps and takes his child. “Sorry fella. I didn’t mean to scare you. No. You shouldn’t be scared of me. Your aunt and uncle are the ones to watch out for.”
“He’s lying, Dylan,” Logan mumbles as he stands and bends to kiss his nephew’s sweet head.
Stiles passes Dylaena to Derek and goes to get the gift bags.
Nate and Lycea open bag after bag of baby clothes, toys, and care items. Lycea gives a small smile. “You didn’t have to get all this. It’s too much.”
“We’re not done yet,” Derek smiles. He takes an envelope from Stiles and gives it to his son and daughter in law. They open it and look at him. “It’s a booking at the photography studio. They do those generations portraits. There will be four generations- your grandpa, us, you, and the twins.”
Nathan stands and hugs his parents. “That’s awesome. Thank you so much.”
When the pictures are developed and ordered, Derek gets a copy and places it in a carved wooden frame. He loves photography and capturing memories. He smiles as he looks at the four generations in the photo. He can see how time has taken its toll on the former Sheriff and Melissa. He can see the gray on both his and his husband’s heads. He can see the love in his son’s eyes as he holds onto his wife and twins. It’s a great picture, and he hangs it in a prominent place on “The Picture Wall”- beside wedding photos, school pictures, and group pictures from their many pack gatherings.
Derek smiles, content with his life and thankful for all the good things he has allowed himself to have.