Late December, 2011

Both of the children had finally been able to go home, and they had decided on who was who. Liam is Baby A, and Lennard is Baby B.

“So?” Mark said, “What should we do now?”

“We sho—” Tasha tried to speak but Lennard started crying, “Oh, baby…”

Tasha had picked up Lennard and bounced him, “Mark, do you know what Lennard wants?”

Mark shrugs, “No clue, maybe he wants food?”

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Tasha ran over to the fridge since she had bought some formula for quick food moments like this, and she fed him.

“Mark, could you give Liam his special formula we got from the hospital?” Tasha asked, and he did so. Mark had put the food into Liam’s feeding tube that went into his nose.

Tasha sighed, holding both Liam and Lennard now, “I wonder what being a new parent is going to be like, since we now have our children now.”

“You have all those parenting books,” he shrugged, “Or you can call your sister, Amethyst. You know her and James have two kids—Kody and Luka.”

“Yeah, but she’s so far away, we live here in Salt Lake City when she’s in Saint George,” she said, annoyed. Then the conversation was interrupted by Milo, their shih-tzu.

“Milo, you still got to meet your brothers,” laughed Tasha, “Come here, buddy.”