The babies were awake, gazing a little cross-eyed at their Godparents. Matilda held Mickey, crooning over him, making faces and talking nonsense to him. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it toward his mouth. Wil held Billy, very deliberately not spewing baby talk.
“I always wondered why adults use baby talk. They must think we’re insane. Would you look at the grip on him?” Marc grinned proudly. “Takes after his old man.”
Wil made a wry face. “Let’s hope he’s smart like his uncle and looks like his mother.”
Marc glared at him. “Wil, if you weren’t holding my son, I’d hit you for that.” He laughed, startling Mickey. The baby cried loudly, soon joined by his twin.
Matilda held him closely, kissing his head. “It’s all right, Mickey, Daddy is a big, loud man, you’re just going to have to get used to that.”
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