Thrud lay in bed, feeding both her daughters at once like it was some sort of challange when Jackson came in. "Envy." He joked.
Thrud laughed. "You want to try, like having two vacuumed hooked up to your nips.... I think I now know what a cow feels like."
Jackson putt another pair of stuffed toys in the babies crib. "Got a name yet?"
Thrud smiled. "Yes indeed, old Irish. Giran and Èala, translates into sun and moon, very fitting yes?"
Jackson stroked one of the babes head. "Which one is which?"
Thrud frowned. "Need to figure that out, the problem with identical twins, no telling who's who untill they start to talk."
Jackson sighed. "I'll get them themed onsies and hair clips till then."
"Good idea."
Cleo stepped in and smiled. "You are recovering well, nothing to alert the doctors?"
"Nah, keeping the werewolf stuff suppressed, as far as they know, I'm a giant Irish woman in Canada, nothing special." Thrud shrugged. "Oh, got names, Giran and Èala, what do you think?"
Cleo rubbed her chin. "Old names, powerful names..." She rubs her belly now she is starting to show. "I must think of a name for mine."
Jackson smiled. "Shame Victoria couldn't come, what with the sun."
Cleo frowned. "She stated other reasons for not coming... Something about bad memories?"
Jackson blinked. "What? You think she's got a kid running around from before she was embraced?"
"Maybe." Cleo stated. "So when do we get to hold the babies?"
"You know how to burp?" Thrud asked.
Cleo snorted. "I mothered seven children in my life, I know how to burp one."
Thrud carefully passed her daughters over. "Remember Jackson, gentle pats or she might vomit."
The two carefully burped the babies as Thrud pulled her top down. "Good, when your done, put them in the crib, momma needs a nap."













