Chapter 26-Our Dove And Our Companion

Adam POV

Perfect. He's absolutely perfect. A bit big if I do say so myself; but perfect nonetheless. Will he have his mother's personality or mine? What about his eye color? Will they be the amazing dark brown of my lover's or the rich green eyes I saw in the mirror? I can't wait for him to grow up. I already want to change dirty diapers and teach him how to play catch. I want to hear his voice and laugh, as I come home from work, calling me dad or papa or daddy, heck it didn't matter what he called me as long as he wrapped his arms around my neck right afterward.

I watched as my little Alexis drank from his mother's nipple, discomfort clear on 'her' face. "How does it feel?" I gave him a knowing grin and with my pointer finger caressed my son's chubby, milk filled cheek.

"Weird. But pleasant at the same time. I find it......relaxing, knowing that that weird suction feeling in my chest is my baby feeding. I don't know why. I think I like it." he gazed down at our child, a small smile twisting the corners of his mouth. He was sitting on the hospital bed, shirtless with our baby on his chest, curled next to the heartbeat he'd been listening to for months.

"I'd be a bit scared if you didn't like feeding our child" a light chuckle left his lips, as he never tore his gaze from the creature he was sustaining.

"How do you think he'll be?" his hand was rubbing at the back of the little one, letting his mother instinct seeping through the action, "I think he'll be like you, with only a bit of me. He'll be breaking hearts left and right, people falling for his looks and personality just as I've fallen for yours." he gave me a breathtaking smile before our moment was interrupted by the whining of our son.

"Here, pass him over. You need all the rest so that you can heal. I'll burp him then put him to sleep. Marco will be over soon, accompanied by his parents I guess." I took the little babe from him and laid a peck on his lips, before throwing the towel on my shoulder and beginning to lightly pat the back of the dangerously adorable creature in my hands.

He might've wanted to spend more time with our twinkie, but the bags under his eyes from staying up all night; observing the baby, were NOT good for him. But I couldn't blame him. More than half of my nights I had spent looking at him as he looked at our baby; my hand gently caressing the top of Marco's head as he slept on my lap. I didn't care if Chase wanted Marco next to him, he was still weak and needed all the space and time to recover. I wasn't going to risk his health just because.

I don't know why, but Chase told me I've been a bit too over protective of him ever since he gave birth three days ago. I'm not being overprotective, I just don't want him to hurt himself before he actually gets healed. I hope as time goes by I'll learn how to completely manage my two lovelies and the children they gave me.

"Aren't you a cutie! Yes you are! Yes you are! You're papa's little cutie!!" I held him lion king style facing me; he was adorable!!!!! Maybe I'll dress him up like Simba for Halloween, that'll be so cute!!!

"What are you doing to our baby?" Marco was walking towards me, his parents setting a few bags on the floor before following their kid.

"Let me see our first grandkid! I wonder how he'll be!" Mariah stood in front of me and gazed down at her grandchild.

When Marco first told me his parents had accepted little Alexis as their own I was beyond happy. I know it would've deeply hurt Marco if they hadn't; it would've made Chase feel guilty also, so thank God it turned out perfectly.

"Oh, he's perfect! Just like his three daddies. Come here Tony, look at your grandson." Mariah passed Alex over to her husband. Tony cradled my son with a love only a grandpa could ever give. There was something in his eyes, like pure and heavy love. A love only a father could know. A love only a father could give. A love anyone would kill to have.

"He sure is a handsome boy. Might have trouble with this one Adam. He'll definitely keep you on your toes." I gave out a light chuckle before responding,

"He already is Tony. Kid's been keeping his mother up all night. Whenever Chase comes close to falling asleep little Alex here starts crying for food or a diaper change; mostly food, though." his laugh filled the room, and his eyes welled with tears.

"You hear that honey? He's just like Marco when he was born. The darn kid didn't stop crying until he had his tummy filled."

"That hasn't changed at all. He still gets fussy when he's hungry. Especially these lasts few months that he's been pregnant" my baby boy crossed his arms and pouted, a 'mean' glare on his face. "Oh come on babe. You know I was only joking" I had wrapped my arms around his waist, but quickly retreated them once Marco gave a frightening groan. "What wrong?" I saw the little wet trail on his jeans and quickly went into action. I scooped him up into my arms before running out the door screaming, "help! He's in labor!!" down the hall.

Once again a few nurses came to our aid and helped me set Marco on the same weird bed Chase gave birth in. Marco was breathing heavily and sweating bullets, his hands squeezing the handles at his side; is face scrunched up in pain, one or two groans would leave his mouth.

"Weren't you the one with the other boy?" a nurse asked me, her eyebrow raised in confusion.

"He's the father of both the children" Marco gave out another groan at the end of his brief explanation. This one had him shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. The nurse's face twisted into one of unbelief.

"I'm their boyfriend. It's a polyamorous relationship" the next look on her face was one I wanted to punch out of her. "If you have something to say about it please leave it for later. For now, help my pregnant boyfriend give birth" it was something between a snarl and a growl that left my lips. She gave me a sideways glance and continued on her job. Bitch.

"Ok push in three...two...one!!!!"

"Ahh!!"

45 minutes. I had to hear 45 minutes of my baby boy pushing, screaming, and groaning in agony. Just to have my beautiful babies born. Just to see them come into this amazing yet slightly cruel world. It was heart wrenching, being next to Marco but not being able to do anything for his pain. I could only say encouraging words to him and offer my hand as a stress ball. If I could've taken his pain, I would've; because I had never heard anything as agonizing as hearing my petite boyfriend push two normal sized babies out of his butt. Hell if I could've taken Chase's pain I would've done it too. I would've taken both of their pains at the same time. I would've been my thank you for them bringing these children into the world.

"Congratulations Mr.Gilt. Here's baby number 1," the nurse put down an adorable little creature on top of his chest, "and baby number 2," she put a carbon copy of baby number 1 on the other side of his chest.

"You did it, babe. I'm so proud of you" I gave him a kiss on the lips and forehead and walked beside the bed as they wheeled him into the room where Chase was still sleeping.

"Marco, honey, how are you feeling?" Mariah shot up from the chair and inspected her son's form as he laid exhausted on the bed.

"I'm doing great mom. Meet your other two grandsons." she took a gasp in and a set of tears appeared in her eyes.

"Which one's the older one?"

"The one on my left is the oldest one. The one on the right is the youngest" the swaddled in blue babes were drinking from their momma's milk. A few whimpers leaving their mouths before being silenced as their momma gave them some form of affection.

"Tony. Tony honey wake up! You gotta see your other grandchildren!! They're precious" Mariah was shaking awake Tony from a deep sleep. The poor man, not having a break from the furious shaking; even when he woke up.

"What happened?"

"They were born Tony!! And you were just sleeping!!"

"Born? Marco gave birth??!!!" he had stood up so fast it was a wonder how he didn't fall back. He walked over to where Marco lay dozing off before he turned to me and signaled me to follow him.

"Yes, sir?" I don't know why, but I just had a feeling that if I didn't call him sir I was going to get in trouble.

"I wanna see a ring on my son's finger by the end of this year" what?!, "I don't care how you do it, when you do it, or where you do it. All that matters is that by January 1st of next year my son has two rings on his fingers. And trust me, I'M not the one you should be scared of. You stole my wife's only son; no one likes an angry momma" he gave me a pat on the shoulder before going back into the room............ ........fuck.

I inhaled and exhaled just to get the oxygen back in my brain. I turned around and entered the room once again.

"Sasha and Eros" Marco was smiling and looking at me with a look in his eyes. Maybe it was admiration, maybe it was determination. All I know was that those were going to be the names of our children.

"Sasha and Eros. I like it. But how about for middle names.........Jonah and Kaden?" he slightly tilted his head before asking,

"Do you know what they mean? Because Sasha means defender of man and Eros is God of love. Both fitting for how they look if you ask me" I chuckled and sat down on the chair between the two beds where my beauties lay with our offspring.

"Jonah means dove and Kaden means companion. I think the names also fit them. So do you like them?" he silently whispered the names, as if hearing how they sound rolling off his tongue. Then he repeated them louder. Like a command.

"Sasha Jonah and Eros Kaden. They're perfect for our boys." a smile graced my lips beforeI joined them with his, only parting when I remembered he must've been completely exhausted from all of that pushing.

"Go to sleep babe. You'll need it for the next few months"