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Oscar and Lando sit against the opposite arm rests of Oscar’s couch, talking a little to each other but mostly to August and Julian. The TV is on, a random romcom murmuring in the background.
“Today,” Lando croons to August, “I had a shoot for my brand Quadrant. We make clothes and water bottles and phone cases and other cool things. I’ve been thinking about adding some baby items for you and your brother.”
“Have you actually?” Oscar asks with a small laugh as he looks up from Julian.
“Yeah! I’ve been thinking a lot about the different items we could have. I initially wanted to make bottles that matched the water bottles, but it turns out they’re a pain to verify for safety. I was thinking about some of those easy to put on onesies your parents found at that one store, or a diaper bag maybe,” Lando shares, his scattered ideas straightening as he shares them with Oscar.
“What about a dummy?”
“Yeah, again, if it goes in the baby’s mouth it’s gotta pass like, a bajillion regulations. Mentioned the idea to Max and was promptly teased then reality checked.”
“Welp, guess we’ll just have to make you two the comfiest, cutest, and easiest to wear onesies the world has ever seen, huh?” Oscar says to Julian, tickling his stomach. “Get ready Lando, Quadrant is about to rebrand to a baby company,” Oscar teases, a crooked smile on his face.
Lando (to Max’s horror if he ever found out, Lando was sure) realized he would rebrand it all today if that’s what his three boys needed.
The movie humming in the background reached some sort of crescendo, the music swelling into an upbeat tune. August perked up and started moving his little arms to the beat, his head trying to wiggle along but mostly wobbling under its own weight.
“Look, Osc! He’s dancing!”
Lando nodded his head along to the beat as he hummed the tune off key. Oscar’s chest swelled, and he started bobbing his head and humming with Lando, turning Julian to make sure he was able to join in, if he wanted. Julian just stared. Too soon, the music from the movie faded into commercials.
“Oh my god, we HAVE to continue the dance party, that was WAY too cute,” Lando all but squealed, already reaching for his phone. He scrolled through Spotify before tapping something and turning up his volume. Oscar recognized the beat.
“Is that house music?’” He laughed.
“Yeah! Picked it up from your Instagram post in Hungary that you did for Quadlock a few years back. It ended up on my hype playlist for training and such, so I figured it might hype these two up as well,” Lando says, making ridiculously soft sounds to August as he nodded his head to the beat. August looked up at him, moving his arms determinedly once he saw Lando dancing.
Oscar, for the millionth time since he brought his sons home with Lando, felt his chest swell like a marshmallow in a microwave, all warm melty goo. He smiled and bobbed his head along, humming to Julian who was caught looking between his brother dancing with Lando and him.
“Ooh! This is my favorite part!” Lando announces excitedly to the babies.
“Yeah, mine too,” Oscar says softly.