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The first thing Johnny wakes up with is a sore belly.
Not even on his day off does the baby give him a break. Though to be fair, Gyro and he made quite the ruckus the night before.
Gyro was even still entangled with Johnny as Johnny lay there in silent pain.
Johnny carefully shifts back with a wince. He was starting to get used to these braxton-hicks as annoying as they were.
This one was particularly persistent. Even with Gyro’s breathing technique the pain was not really mitigating. Still, it wasn’t so bad that Johnny couldn’t make his way to the bathroom to get his business dealt with.
He quickly realized he was going to need a shower once he saw what a mess he was.
Once he’s all done and clean he does a quick check on the baby. His belly was fine. No weird marks or bruises. The pain still persisted.
God damn it. Johnny misses pain meds so bad.
He bites his cheek and rolls back to bed to discover that he had only been asleep for a few hours. No wonder Gyro was still out like a light. Even when Johnny crawled back into bed the only thing Gyro did was snuggle closer and bury his face against Johnny’s chest.
Johnny’s face heats up, remembering their activities from the night before. The good thing is his chest wasn’t sore at all even with Gyro pressing his face into it like this.
“You’ve ruined me.” Johnny weakly complains to Gyro’s sleeping form.
He gets a sleepy hum from Gyro so low it was almost a purr. The false annoyance drops from Johnny’s face and he chuffs to himself, wrapping his arms around Gyro.
“Goodnight, hun. Again.”
--
It wasn’t a good night.
Wasn’t a good night at all.
The pain and soreness simply came in worse and worse waves. If he didn't have Gyro holding onto him the whole time he might have broken down.
Speaking of Gyro, he was finally waking up. Johnny felt it first before he saw Gyro pick up his head with a sleepy smile. The smile drops quickly as he sees the distress on Johnny's face.
"What's going on?" Gyro sleepily mutters.
"Braxton-hicks," Johnny grumbles.
"Ah." Gyro tsks and rubs Johnny's side sympathetically.
"It just won't go away."
Gyro's hand stills. "Huh?"
"I've been up since 2." Johnny gestures to their clock. "Sometimes it'll fade for a bit, but not for long enough for me to get proper rest. Wish I could take something."
Gyro gets up on an elbow. "The time between the pain. Is it getting shorter?"
"Yeah." Johnny groans. "It's like the kid is punishing me for resting- sorry- my body. I know it's not the-"
Johnny doesn't get to say the rest of his sentence as Gyro bolts right out of the bed and frantically gets his phone.
"That's not hicks." Gyro hisses, scrambling to pull on his underwear and other clothes.
"What do you mean?"
"Longer stronger and quicker contractions. That's not just practice. That's the real deal."
Johnny pales. "Wha-I-we're way too early."
"I know." Gyro grabs his clothes from the closet and tosses some to Johnny.
Johnny shakes, hand on his belly. "Fuck fuck fuck. Are they okay?"
"Not every pregnancy goes all the way to term," Gyro says. He walks over and grabs Johnny's hands, squeezing them hard. "We've got this. You noticed and you told me. We're already ready. We just have to go. This is good. We'll see our little one sooner."
Johnny closes his eyes, his shaky breaths steadying as he focuses on the pressure on his palms. "Okay. Okay. We've got this."
Gyro gives Johnny a quick kiss before he pulls away to move Johnny's chair close enough for him to climb in. Johnny gets to getting dressed decent enough to go outside.
As Gyro said they are ready for this. They have their hospital bag ready and in Gyro's hand right as they get to the front. Johnny pulls on his coat and boots, rubbing at his belly. The adrenaline at least made the pain fade to the background. They were going to be just fine.
"Shit!" Gyro curses.
Johnny's attention snaps to him.
Gyro tugs and pulls on the front door to no avail.
"What's going on?"
"The lock must have frozen or-" The door clicks and Gyro looks relieved.
That relief doesn't last for long as it's not the outside that greets them but instead a stream of icy snow.
Johnny rolls back quick but Gyro isn't as lucky.
Gyro shivers, shaking off what he can. He kicks at the pile on the ground and looks at the sliver that the door opened in growing distaste. "The fuck? The snow is...it's all the way up."
"It can't be." Johnny says and pushes past Gyro.
Sure enough he can see the same thing. Snow from ground to top. Even with the disturbance Gyro causes it was all white.
"We need to go." Johnny snaps. He regrets it as a new wave of pain comes from a contraction.
"I know. Maybe I can call someone to crave a path for us."
Johnny rolls back with a groan. He takes out his phone and squints. The signal is weak. The fuck. They paid their bills. He rolls up to the living room window to hopefully get closer to the outside and to a signal. That's when their situation becomes transparent.
Or maybe in this case opaque.
Snow. Just snow. It didn't reach up to the ceiling so Johnny could actually see the problem this time. It wasn't just their yard. Everything was covered in several feets of snow. He could only barely register their neighbors houses in the distance. Couldn't even see any cars. They must be buried too. The storm continues to rage above, snow falling down in a grey haze.
Johnny's lip wobbles as he drops his phone.
There was no one to cave them out. No way out at all.
"Gyro," Johnny asks, alarmed at how calm his voice is when his heart is beating this fast.
"Fucking signal. I can't get through." Gyro groans, heading into the living room.
Johnny points to the outside, hand trembling.
Gyro's hand follows his gaze, his jaw-dropping.
"There's no getting through for anyone."
--
It was wrong. Everything was all wrong. They were screwed. The baby. Him. Everyone. After so much work and effort, this is how it ended. Snowed in and stuck.
"We have to stop this. We have to." Johnny hisses, putting his hand firmly on his belly. He was turned away from the window now. He couldn't take in the scene anymore.
"It's not that easy to stop labor," Gyro mutters, numbly looking outside still.
"Shut up. There's gotta be something. What about all those babies born early, huh?"
"All those babies are born early because it's so hard to stop it," Gyro says, strained.
"Fuck." Johnny curses, biting on his lip. They've come so far. He just couldn't lose them so close. He can't. He rolls to the TV. "There's gotta be something. Other people are snowed in. They can't just be abandoning us."
The TV flicks on and right away they're greeted by the news.
'Worst Blizzard In A Decade' is in big bold letters above a news anchor's face.
"We can only advise everyone to stay in and stay safe." The news anchor says, shaking their head. "Conserve your energy and boil water to save. Chances are high that this won't be cleared until the end of the week."
Johnny shudders. A week? That long. There really was no hope. None at all.
Gyro snatches the remote and turns off the TV. "Breathe, amore."
"You want me to do a fucking breathing exercise now? We're stuck! The baby is coming and they're gonna-" Johnny can't continue. It's too horrible to say.
"No, they're not," Gyro says firmly. "We're stuck but we're not without power. We're with each other."
"It's not about us being fine. It's about them."
"They're gonna be okay too." Gyro leans down and puts his hand over Johnny's belly. "Hospitals haven't existed forever."
"Kids barely survived that."
"We're not working with no odds here." Gyro lifts up the hospital bag. "We were already prepared, remember? You've got me. I'm not a doctor but I know alot about you. About the body. I know the basics of delivering a kid. We get a lot of wild cases in the ER. We'll get through this amore. All of us."
Johnny rubs at his face, a whine coming from the back of his throat. It catches there as cinnamon and nutmeg flood him from all over. Gyro hugs him tight, his warmth and smell enveloping Johnny all over.
Johnny grabs onto Gyro's shirt and breaths in deep. In and out. Deep breath in. Deep out.
They could do this. They've gotten through 8 whole months of blood sweat and tears. What was one more day of that?
"What do we do first?" Johnny asks.
"The labor's already happening so instead of trying to slow it down we should ease it along. Since it's gonna be here we need a safe and sterile environment for the baby. I don't think our warm water's been shut off yet. I can sterilize some towels and stuff for them." Gyro puts the hospital bag on the ground and opens it up. "We need you to be comfortable and safe so clothes are coming off."
"I thought you had enough fun yesterday." Johnny deadpans as he reaches in to get what was meant to be his hospital gown but now it's just gonna be a home gown.
"After the baby. We want another right?" Gyro teases, waggling his brows. He grabs some things out of the bag and gives Johnny another quick kiss before he heads off to their kitchen.
Johnny bites at his cheek as he takes off his clothes. The contractions weren't letting themselves be forgotten even if things were more under control now.
Once Johnny's in the gown properly he just rolls away from the mess of clothes he left on the ground. Now is not the time.
He takes in a deep breath and rolls to the kitchen.
"Now ready yet. How're the contractions?" Gyro says, poking at some towels inside a pot with tongs.
"They suck."
"Nyo, at least it'll be over soon."
"Yeah." Johnny shifts from one side to the other. "How long's that gonna take?"
"Only a bit. Keep up that breathing and let me know if the contractions get worse."
"Worse than this? No fucking way." Johnny groans.
"Maybe it'll only stay like this," Gyro says with no confidence in his words.
Johnny rolls his eyes and rolls out of the room. The window was still exposed so he covers it up with their blinds. No sense in looking at that now. Johnny rolls back to their bedroom. Crawling back into their nest seemed like a great idea except...none of that was sterile. Anything that was made a mess of the night before was in the laundry hamper but that didn't mean the rest of it was clean.
"Fucking fuck." Johnny whines as he rolls right on back to the kitchen.
At least he tries to. A powerful wave comes right as he's rolling. Knocks the breath out of him. His arms stay tightened to his chair. His legs would be shaking from the pain if they could. He can only grit his teeth and wish for it to be over.
Something soft is on his cheek.
Johnny opens up an eye to see Gyro leaning down with a look of concern. Wow. He sensed Johnny was in pain? He really is the perfect mate.
"You're here," Johnny says.
"You were calling me. Of course, I'm gonna come." Gyro says.
Johnny's brows furrow. Was he? He doesn't remember.
"Can you move?"
Johnny lifts up his arms. Oh. He's lifting them. "Yeah. I think it passed. That one was fucking bad."
"It's getting closer." Gyro nods.
"Oh. The-the nest. It's not safe for them."
"I'll boil it but first we need to make sure your body is loose and prepared. It'll help with the pain." Gyro brings his hands down to Johnny's hips, rubbing at them.
"Gyro-not now."
"Not foreplay this time. You should be moving more. Squats. Walking. Moving this whole region." He motions from Johnny's crotch to his waist.
"In case you forgot I can't do that even on a good day." Johnny taps his chair.
"I know but you have your exercises."
"I'm on my back when I do those."
Gyro taps his fingers against Johnny's hip. "You can't move like that on your own but you're not on your own. I'll do it."
"You squatting doesn't really help me. Besides being a good view."
Gyro chuckles and kisses Johnny's cheek. At the same time, he wraps his arms around Johnny's waist and gives a small, 'hold on' as warning before he pulls Johnny up to his feet.
Naturally, they stay slack but Johnny's grip combined with Gyro's keep him upright. Johnny blinks rapidly. The ground was so much further away and all the furniture around them had rapidly changed their shape and size. He closes his eyes to stop himself from getting dizzy and opens his eyes again to look up at Gyro instead.
He really is looking up at him. Like this he's only against Gyro's chest, looking up at his neck. He reaches up to pinch Gyro's jaw.
"Why are you so tall?" Johnny says.
"I'm not tall, caro. You're just very tiny. Very cute." Gyro hums, peppering Johnny with kisses. He doesn't stop until Johnny pushes his face away. "I'm gonna move you alright? Let me know if it hurts any worse."
Johnny nods and takes in a breath, bracing for the pain as Gyro spreads his legs and makes him move down in a 'squat'. The pain doesn't come. It's the same level that he was already at.
"So far so good." He says.
"Great." Gyro sighs in relief and continues to move Johnny up and down.
Johnny mentally counts the up and down. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Hm. Gyro must have been stressed before. His scent is strong. Cinnamon and nutmeg. It fit this winter weather they were stuck in. Johnny could almost imagine them all cuddled by the fire. Gyro. Him. Their baby.
"That's enough of that. Let's work on 'walking'."
"If you manage that then you're not just a doc, you're God himself."
Gyro chuckles and keeps Johnny up as he shifts around to be against Johnny's back. "No holy spirit today. Just your amazing mate."
"Mhm, so amazing and perfect." Johnny deadpans.
"You know it." Gyro rubs his cheek against Johnny's before he reaches down and lifts Johnny's leg at the knee. He does a circular 'walking' motion with it before going to the next.
Ah. Johnny remembers doing this way back in physical therapy. Back when he was so afraid of himself. Of what happened. Then he just so happened to be in the right place at the right time to meet the best man he's ever had.
"What are you smiling about?" Gyro asks.
"You."
"Nyoho. I'd be smiling about me too."
Johnny shakes his head. "I take it back."
"No can do."
Johnny leans his head back against Gyro before he winces. Another contraction came on. Not as bad as the last one but enough to keep him still. "Fucking fuck. How-how long does this shit take anyhow?"
"Depends on the kid and the dam. Sometimes it's a few hours. Sometimes a few days."
"Days?!" Johnny shouts and regrets it as his belly becomes intense in it's pain.
"Hey hey. Relax." Gyro rubs Johnny's hip until his breathing regulates again. "You've technically been in labor since when we slept. So it's already been a while. And this is early so our kid must be really eager to come out and meet us."
"You better not do this for days," Johnny says, looking at his belly.
He doesn't feel any response. Wait. He hasn't been feeling them at all. This whole time. just the pain.
"Gyro." Johnny snaps.
"You're getting tense again. You need to keep-"
"I can't feel them. I haven't felt them since they fell asleep yesterday afternoon."
"Your body's focused on getting them out. They're probably still moving around and getting themselves ready to come out. Your body's just moving too much for you to notice."
The explanation is so medical and simple. Gyro can't be lying.
"You can take as long as you need," Johnny mutters to his belly with apology.
Gyro lightly pats his belly. "Don't worry about anything oma says. He's just a little stressed from the pain."
"You think they can still hear us?"
"Of course, amore. They're gonna be perfect."
Johnny puts his hand over Gyro's.
They already are.
--
Labor was long. Much longer than Johnny ever thought it could be. Hours had already gone by. Much of the same. Gyro sterilizing everything he can. Johnny stretching where he could. Each contraction was closer together. The pain always hit like a slap in the face. Sometimes it was harsh as the bullet that broke his spine.
"Fucking shit. Baby, you've gotta-holy hell-" Johnny whines, squirming on the chair. His mouth was getting dry from the string of curses and complaints that had been coming from him.
"Here," Gyro says, giving Johnny water. Room temperature which was so gross but apparently better.
Johnny sips at it and adjusts his position, moving the cooled-off heating pack against his back.
"I've been counting. It should be close now. I just have to check your dilation."
"Any excuse to shove your face on me, huh?" Johnny weakly deadpans.
Gyro only smiles for a second before he lifts Johnny's gown to check. His gaze is a medical one. Not really hot at all. That's fine with Johnny, even if he's joking about it the pain makes lovemaking the furthest thing from Johnny's mind. Didn't matter how close Gyro got or how he prodded.
"Definitely close," Gyro confirms.
"Thank fucking god. I love you little one but you have been taking forever. It's already dark outside."
"Won't be much longer," Gyro promises, squeezing Johnny's arm before he reaches down and grabs the heating pad on his back. "It's gone cold."
"Yeah, I know. The pressure was nice though. Alright. Get me to the nest. Don't think I'm gonna be able to roll there without a couple of pitstops."
"Pitstops are okay," Gyro says and gets up. "About the nest-"
"Don't tell me it's not ready. Gyro. It's been fucking hours."
"No. No. It is. I've just been thinking about the stories I heard and what I've seen. When people talk about home births they always talk about being in water."
"I'm not drowning our kid. Holy shit Gyro. I'm not that pissed."
"Not that much. Just enough to cover a bit. I'm just thinking about how it's been already. You're in a lot of pain. We don't have an epidural to give. I don't want you passing out or tearing anything. Water will keep you at a steady temperature and comfort."
"I really don't want our baby to drown," Johnny emphasizes.
"I promise the water's not going to even go as far that far up. You know I'd sooner hurt myself than hurt our kid."
Johnny frowns. That's true Gyro would never- "Ah! Fucking shit. Kid, give me some goddamn time to think!"
"I've already got the bath ready," Gyro says.
"So you already fucking planned this?"
"I wasn't gonna force you in. I just wanted it as an option. If you think doing it on the nest is gonna be safer for you and our baby then I'll do that. You're the dam. You know them better."
Johnny pants. He doesn't have the time to sit and think. "Let's try it. If something seems-seems wrong you pull us out right away you got it?"
"Of course amore." Gyro starts wheeling Johnny toward the bathroom.
As Gyro had said he got things ready. There was a basket of towels. No doubt sterilized already. The bath was 'ready' the amount of water really was nothing at all. What was the point if it was gonna be this small? Gyro could have just tossed this on Johnny with some cups.
"Gonna get you in," Gyro warns as he picks Johnny up. Johnny grabs onto his arms to keep himself steady.
He's steadily pushed down into his water. His unfeeling feet get the pleasure of being first. Johnny hikes up his gown above his belly until he's lowered right in.
Johnny blinks.
Oh.
Oh, he can see why this is used.
The pain that was cramping up his back and his hips is suddenly moved up and out. Like Gyro was still holding him up. This felt more secure. His body didn't feel as tense. As heavy.
"It's okay?" Gyro asks.
"Better than okay. Whoever you talked to knew what the fuck they were doing."
Gyro sighs in relief and grabs Johnny's hand. "Great. I'll put on my gloves and we can get started."
Johnny takes in a sharp breath. Another contraction. It wasn't the raging thunder like before. Just a persistent pinch and tug. "Hurry the fuck up."
"Yes, carino." Gyro chuckles and moves to the side, putting on some medical gloves. He kneels beside the bath, moving Johnny's legs wide open. He looks down. "You're dilating. On a good track."
"Hell, you mean? It's not over yet? What was the point of bringing me here?"
"It's gonna be soon. Maybe a few hours more."
Johnny groans. "By the time they're here this fucking blizzard is gonna be gone."
"It won't be that long. Besides, the baby's going to be able to enjoy seeing the snow. That's a pretty good first sight."
"Not as good as the sight of them getting the fuck out of me."
Gyro chuckles.
"A close second place."
--
The tub was better than the chair by far. The water kept him steady. Gyro was right beside him the whole time.
The issue was exhaustion. Johnny could even see it on Gyro's face. The sleepy yawns were getting longer. His eyes were drooping more.
"It's getting too cold," Gyro says, getting up once more.
"It's not. It's comfortable. Get back here." Johnny says.
Gyro leans back down. "You need me here?"
"Mhmm. For now."
Gyro takes his hand again and sleepily smiles, leaning against the edge of the tub.
"Is it okay to sleep during this?"
"If your body's telling you to sleep then yeah. It's fine."
"They can't come out while I'm asleep, can they?"
"I don't think you'll be able to sleep through that," Gyro grimaces with sympathy.
"Then I'm gonna rest."
"Okay." Gyro kisses his wrist. He pulls back and takes off his gloves, putting on new ones instead.
As he does that, Johnny lifts up a hand to rub his wrist against Gyro's shoulder. Gyro chuffs to himself but continues what he's doing. When he's done he just grabs Johnny's hand and lays back against the tub.
"Night, hun." Johnny says, closing his eyes.
"Night, amore. Night, bambino."
--
Johnyn rubs at his eyes, looking down at Gyro. He was still slumped against the tub, completely passed out but his grip on Johnny's hand was tight.
Johnny smiles to himself, shifting over to kiss Gyro's head. "You could have slept in the room, you know."
Gyro doesn't repond with more than a shift under him.
Johnny looks down at himself. No blood no weird fluids and of course no baby. Things were okay.
Johnny takes in a breath.
It couldn't last much longer.
Right?
--
Johnny brings his head away from the straw with a sigh. Gyro really needed the nap. Now he was back to his usual. Up and down. Getting Johnny fluids. Johnny on the other hand has just been stuck in the tub. The most he's done is swiped at the water when Gyro's changed it out.
"You're dilated. It's gonna be soon."
Johnny waves his hand around until Gyro takes it in his. "Not soon enough."
"Can't quit the marathon when you're only a block away."
"Yes, you can. They're not gonna-ah-fuck fuck-fuck your made up metaphor-" Johnny pants as another contraction hits.
"They're really close. You're gonna have to start pushing soon."
"What the fuck do you mean pushing? Let them get out on their own."
"Not that easy. Gravity's working against them."
"Then why the fuck am I sitting huh? I could be-be stand-Jesus christ Gyro I can not have this conversation."
"Deep breaths. Just listen to my voice. Follow what I say. Think of it like an exercise."
Johnny takes in a shaky breath, tears were starting to burn his eyes. "The water was good before can't you add more of that shit?"
"I'll add a bit," Gyro says, turning on the faucet for only a moment. He dips a hand in the water and nods. "Better?"
"A bit."
"Good cause you're gonna need to start pushing."
Johnny leans his head back against the tub. "Why the fuck did I agree to this? Could have just grabbed a kid off the street or some shit."
"Push," Gyro says more insistently, squeezing Johnny's hand.
Johnny sniffles, looking down at his belly.
And he pushes.
--
Johnny thought labor was hard. Long. It turns out the actual getting the baby out of him part was not better. In fact, it was way fucking worse.
"Never gonna fucking do this again. Knock up someone else, I don't give a shit." Johnny whines.
"You're there, amore. You've just got to keep pushing."
"Prick! You're not even fucking listening to me." Johnny pants, gripping onto the sides of the tub.
"I'm listening but I know you're just in pain."
"Fucker. So fucking smart. Fucking. Ah god, it hurts so much. Do I have to push?" Johnny begs, tears flowing from his eyes for what must be the fourth time.
"Their head is here. You've got to."
"Their head?" Johnny's so stunned the pain is knocked right out of him. Gyro wasn't kidding. It was almost done. He braces himself and follows Gyro's orders. Doesn't think anymore regardless of the pain, just the instructions. They were really here. Really done.
And when Johnny opens his eyes with a gasp he's greeted by a tiny squirmy lump of flesh in Gyro's hands.
Johnny's lip wobbles. His baby. That's his baby. Gross and slimy and so pink.
The tears came for the fifth time.
"My baby-Gyro- I- why-why are they so quiet? Gyro!" Johnny grips the side of the tub ready to pounce and grab them.
Until he hears it. The tiniest snuffle as their little head moves. And then a big beautiful cry.
Gyro beams at Johnny as he grabs the towel and wraps them carefully. "It's okay. Apa's got you. Amore, you did amazingly. She's beautiful."
"She?"
"Mhm."
"Ha. It's really-" Johnny gasps. The pain was back. Why was it back? He couldn't be dreaming. "Gyro there's another fucking. Fucking contraction."
Gyro uses the faucet and his hand to carefully wash off their baby girl. He doesn't look concerned at all even with Johnny's rising panic. "That's normal. You're just delivering the placenta."
"I have to deliver more ? I thought this shit was over!"
"You did great. This isn't gonna be as long, promise." Gyro says. He has the baby bundled up and lifts her up to Johnny's chest.
Johnny forgets all about the pain as he takes her in his arms. Her eyes are bleary and she continues to snuffle and whine until her little hand is on Johnny's skin.
"Hi, baby." Johnny cooes. He hisses as the contraction rears its ugly head.
"Push like you did before," Gyro says, changing his gloves.
Johnny takes in a deep breath, staring at the wonderful little meatball on his chest. "Okay."
And he does. It's the same routine. Pushing. Breathing. This time Johnny's not wishing for it to be over and cursing Gyro's name. Anytime it gets too much he can just look at his baby. He did that. He brought his wonderful girl here. He could do anything.
"There's a head," Gyro says.
"...Huh?"
Gyro looks up at Johnny, his face pale. "There's a head."
"What the actual fuck are you talking about?"
"It's not a placenta. It's a baby."
"Excuse me?"
"I have twins in my family-so they-wait why didn't the doctor-"
"Gyro." Johnny snaps, shaking. "Two babies?"
Gyro shakes his head, taking in a deep breath, he grabs Johnny's knee hard enough for Johnny to feel his trembles too. "You're gonna need to push again."
Johnny looks at his baby in disbelief. His kid really didn't let him get a break.
Kids. As he soon discovered.
It hurt less this time but that could have just been the shock removing the pain for him.
Before he knew there was another lump in Gyro's hands. Serious deja vu. Except this one cried much sooner, saving Johnny from the mini heart attack.
"Two kids." Johnny pants.
"Not just two kids. Two girls." Gyro cleans off this one. "Two of my younger brothers and my uncles are twins but the doctor never mentioned anything."
Johnny sighs, leaning back on the tile, making the first girl squirm against him. "No wonder the ultrasounds always come out weird. And all the kicks. The pain. It's a fucking Christmas miracle."
"A week early."
Johnny laughs. "Just have to make a grand entrance."
Gyro smiles and lays the other girl on Johnny's chest. "They get it from you."
Johnny scoffs, pushing at Gyro's face. "More like you."
Gyro laughs hard and leans over, kissing Johnny. Johnny melts into it, keeping his hands around his little bundles of joy.
His family was finally here.
--
"It's not too cold?" Gyro asks as he adjusts the ice pad against Johnny's crotch.
"It's perfect," Johnny assures Gyro and shifts as the baby detaches from his chest. "Done already? Shit. Hope I have enough milk for the both of you..."
"Oh trust me, amore," Gyro speaks in a low purr as he wraps his arm around Johnny's belly. An easy task now. "You've got more than enough."
"Don't say that in front of the kids," Johnny whispers, face flushing.
Gyro chuckles, lightly grabbing one of the girl's hands. "We can't just call them the kids forever. Or even polpetto. Turns out it's polpetti."
"They are our little meatballs," Johnny says, rubbing his wrist against the first's arm. She almost mimes the gesture as she waves her tiny hand. "What's their alignment?"
"No way for us to know but if I had to guess based on the anatomy I saw. Alpha." He points to the first. and then to the second. "Omega."
"Wow got the whole set in one try. Good job." Johnny holds his hand up for a high five that Gyro easily gives.
"I've got names for them. So they're not just one and two forever."
Johnny sighs. "I thought we said you don't come from a good naming background."
"Just hear me out." Gyro motions to the first girl. "Bianca."
"Bianca...White?" Johnny turns his head to squint at Gyro. "White, really, Gyro?"
"Like snow. Look. Bianca! Apa's here."
Bianca blinks in his direction with a baby huff.
"...Okay she likes it." Johnny sighs and pats Bianca's little back. "Don't forget about the other."
"I never would. I've already got it. Janara."
"Janara...what's that one mean?"
"It's a god. A roman god."
"What are they the god of?"
"...Snow."
Johnny turns around fully to pinch Gyro's cheeks.
Gyro laughs, "Ow. Hey-hey she'll like it-it's a very-ow amore!"
Johnny turns back around looking at Janara. She was looking at both of them curiously.
"It's a good name." He mumbles.
"Yes, it is." Gyro kisses Johnny's shoulder.
Johnny wraps his arms around the girls, bringing them closer in the nest. He looks out to the blizzard still raging out the window. It didn't bother him anymore.
He had all the warmth and love he needed right here.