Classic Rock Shorts

Dealor: Family Doesnt End With Blood

John kisses Roger's head. He's never felt this nervous before, not even on their wedding day but who wouldn't be nervous.

Their family was getting bigger today. It would no longer be them and their fur-baby Squeaky.  They're bringing home twins, a little girl, Jong, and a little boy, Jung-Hoon, from Korea. 

The airplane ride felt stuffy and hot. They’re excitement grew the closer they got.

“Do you think they’re going to like the bears we got?” John asks, 

Roger kisses his temple, “Yes dear they’re going to love it.”

John smiles and nuzzles him, “Family of two returning as a family of four.”

Roger smiles and kisses him passionately, “I’m so in love with you.”

“So am I.” John whispers breathlessly to him looking into this sweet bird blue eyes of his.

They spent the remaining plane ride cuddled into each other. It felt like eons before the plane touched ground and they were rushing through the crowded airport and to the rental car. Roger and John chat about the infants they’re adopting and how cute the nursery is. Oh how they’re going to spoil the little ones dearly.

 They had to rest up at a hotel before they could go to the adoption agency, jet lag was a bitch but it didn’t dampen their spirits at all. They spent a few hours resting pressed against each other tightly enjoying the last few hours of blissful peaceful sleep they’ll get before becoming parents.

They couldn’t stop shaking with excitement as their car reached the agency. The couple hurry inside, John looks like he wants to cry as they sit down in a small office and their babies are brought to them. Roger is the first one to cry as he picks up these two small bundles, John takes one look at their small faces and he bursts into tears.

“Oh my god, Roger. We did.” John cries kissing him sweetly their tears made the kiss salty but oh how sweet and loving that kiss was though,

“Our babies.” Roger sniffles, handing him one it was little Jong, she was the smallest baby compared to her brother who was a chubby bubbly baby.

John snuggles them crying more, “She still has that new baby smell.”

“Sign these papers and you’re free to go.” The woman says to them sweetly.

Roger fishes a pen out from his jacket and signs it then he hands the pen to John to sign. They walk out the agency holding their daughter and son. Within a few days they’re back home with their precious bundles of joy. Freddie was already head over heels in love with his god babies.

“We got kids and we lost them.” John laughs yawning some,

“Those kids will be wearing designer clothes in no time.” Roger yawns resting his head on John’s shoulder, “Mm, baby bling.”

The sleep exhausted parents begin giggling over baby bling and their little ones wearing Gucci. Freddie nuzzles the twins, “I know Jong, Jung-Hoon, your mommy and daddy are loons right now.”

Jong drools looking at him with curious chestnut brown eyes. What was this strange man babbling to her about? This wasn’t her mommy or her daddy, but the man was calm and warm, no danger, just comfort,  time for a nap then.

“I’ll watch them for you.” Freddie says, “You rest up, darlings.” He looks up at them a soft look on his face as he holds the twins closer to him.

“You sure?” John sits up rubbing his eyes, he didn’t realize how good a nap sounded,

“Twins are a handful.” Roger yawns sitting up too,

“I got cats darling. I can handle two babies.”

“If you say so.” John says softly, taking Roger’s hand and goes upstairs with him.

Freddie thought he was top of his game, the twins were silent and quiet. They were resting peacefully on Freddie so he decided to take them to their nursery. He got Jong in her crib right as he goes to lay Jung-Hoon the infant lets out a foul smelling bomb in his diaper.

Freddie nearly doubled over, and he thought the kittens’ litter box was bad but this was just foul! Fred slowly lays Jung-Hoon on the changing table, he grabs the baby wipes and a fresh diaper. Freddie unsticks the little tape flaps and the stick bomb was released.

John and Roger were woken up by what sounded like elephants running up and down their stairs and hallway. They rush out of their room to see what the hell was going on.

Freddie has an armful of paper towels, “Threw up on the baby.” He mutters so pale he could pass for a Englishman,

“What?” Roger squeaks,

“Threw up on the baby.” Freddie runs to the nursery where the worst smell was located.

Roger even seemed faint as the smell hit him. John pinches his nose and holds poor naked Jung-Hoo, “Bath him.” John whispers, handing him to Roger before diving back into the nursery to clean up the stink.

“How did you get shit in your hair?” Roger asks as he got Jung-Hoo in the sink, “Or is that vomit?”

Jung-Hoo smiles at him and drools, clapping his hands together. Roger tickles his belly and washes him up. Roger can hear Freddie and John fighting for the bathroom shower,

 “Use the Jack and Jill bathroom down here!” Roger shouts, “One of you!”

Jung-Hoo giggles and throws soap at Roger who can only laugh and hope for some more peace in the house. Once Jung-Hoo is dressed and fed he’s out like a light. John and Freddie appear in bath robes looking somewhat better after scrubbing down the war zone in the nursery,

 “Alright I apparently can’t handle twins, darlings.” Freddie laughs, 

Roger laughs, “We all know that now.” 

John hip bumps Freddie, “Stick to your cats.” He jokes.

Freddie laughs and hugs them tight. This was their family, it was small and it wasn't perfect but it was their family. Cozy and warm, and growing everyday.