Ross You're What?!

Matmat?

Adam Pov

Mason looked at me, his head cocked to the side as I sat in the living room. He sat in front of me, unblinking, and unyielding, he had the same question, I had the same answer. The way he raised his hand to reach out to his side, to touch something or someone, and the way he jerked it back as he realized he was alone in his endeavors.

"Matmat?" he asked, faltering over his t's making it sound like he was saying mama. He's been asking the same question for three days, that's all he's been saying no 'dada' or 'mama' not even 'hungry'. The only word he's uttered was his pet name for Matthew, he refuses to play without her, he doesn't like to eat without Matthew holding his hand, he's lost some weight.

"Sick sick" I repeated hoping he'd get the message, the way he looked at me. Like I was lying to his face, like he was waiting for a sick joke to stop, like he was waiting for me to pull his best friend out of thin air. Alesa was hit hard when he refused to sit still with her, he didn't want his mother, his father, he didn't want anybody.

"Matmat" he repeated his blue eyes slowly becoming glossy with tears, we had to wrap him in one of Matthews blankets to get him to sleep at night. We had to get Fluffy in the same room with him, close enough so he could feel his breath, so he would sit still long enough for us to change him.

"Sick sick" I said again watching as he bashfully scrubbed at his eyes his chubby face tinged red, the way he refused to let go of the teething toy Matthew always had on hand. It hurt to see our child sit their tears in his eyes, almost as if he was depressed, he was so dependent on Matthew it was heartbreaking.

He closed his mouth looking at the floor, he sniffed and slouched down shaking slightly. He refused to be held by any of us longer than necessary. We had to get Mark to sing "You are my Sunshine" to him to get him to calm down after a crying fit. The way he looks up when he hears Matthew, and the way he yells out in babbled speech totting over as fast as his chubby legs could take him.

It hurts.

I look at Alesa who's sitting behind Mason, looking so hurt that her son won't let her comfort him. "Can you watch him? I- I need a break" I said standing up, she nodding and scooted herself in front of our son. I walked into the kitchen walking into Jin, and then proceeding to flop my face into his chest letting out a raspy sigh muffled by his jacket. He patted my head taking a sip of his tea, there was a feeling of mutual pain spread through the house now.

"Still not moving?" he asked, I shook my head I felt his chest vibrate as he hummed in response. I could hear Red and Barney walk into the kitchen, Newt babbling like everybody could understand the gibberish he was speaking, and Pandora making small noises of acknowledgment.

"That was Ross" Red said, I must have missed a generous portion of this conversation as Jin stood up straight. I removed my face from his chest and looked at Red's releaved face, "Max, Mark, and him checked M out and are on the way back" he said smiling and hitching Pandora up, Newt looked up at Barney.

"S-sis, s-safe?" he stuttered out titlting his head to the side, Barney smiled and nuzzled Newt's head affectionately. Newt looked relived as he grabbed into Barney's shirt and looked up smiling, this was good timing too considering that Barney and Red's flight to Russia was in two days.

"Yes, sisis is safes" he said softly in his gruff voice, Red smilied and watched as his boyfriend interacted with the child. Albeit we didn't need anymore children in this house at the moment, we were already at nerves end as it was, adding children who possibly didin't know our language wasn't a good idea. But the way Red and Barney talked about them, the way they seemed like they were going to hold them close and never let go, we couldn't stop them.

We couldn't.

We couldn't even try too.

We learned a lot over the past week, along with how to curse in at least six different languages, was how babies learned, reacted, and responded. When Matthew didn't come home all the babies were effected, Pandora was moodier, Newt was less energetic and spent most of his time keeping Pandora calm, Mason just shoved us away, and Arthur, well, he just had this face of confusuion. Why only one of the two that first held him were there, why everybody why so tense, why Max started to grow out his beard because he couldn't look at his razor without nearly breaking down. Small things.

We sat in scilence, nobody wanted to talk, the only sound in the house was Alesa repeating the same answer to Mason's same question. We heard the car pull into the driveway, we could hear Max;s strong laughter and Ross' quieter but deeper chuckling, and whatever the fuck Mark wanted to call his honking laugh. But at that moment, Marks honk was one of the most beautiful noises we've heard, but the best sound we heard, was at the very end.

A very quiet, smooth giggle.

"Matmat?" Mason asked, Alesa smiled and picked her son up, nuzzling his neck as Ross walked in Matthew propped on his hip. Mason let out a supprised gasp, Ross heard this and put Matthew on the ground watching as Mason reached out to touch her. "Matmat?"

Matthew smiled and said in the smoothest, clearest voice I've ever heard a one year old talk with. "Eung", I heard Jin and Ross squeal and smack each other's arms repeatedly, saying things in another language, as Mason reached out and grabbed Matthew's hand.

"She said, 'Yes love' that count's as fucking cannon" Jin said lightheartedly informing the group, as the tension that stewed in the air for the past couple days disappeared. Pandora looked at her sister tugging on Red's sleeve and pointing to her, Newt did the same. Pandora and Newt joined Mason and touched Matthew, Matthew smiled and laughed softly, making the rest of the babies join her.

Barney cursed in Turkish as Fluffy slid around the corner running into his legs and nearly trampling Milton on his warpath to Mattie. She squeaked and held out a hand for Fluffy to sniff, he ignored the hand and stopped behind her wrapping his big paws around her waist, and resting his jaw on top of her head.

I heard Mark saying something about a photo op, but I couldn't care less at the moment, our children were all happy again. And that's all that really mattered.

A/N Okay my BaconBitz, I swear smut will be up in a few chapters, but, okay listen I'm a horrid writer as it is, add in smut and its, no, just no. So I'm studing the art of smut and calling in a few favors, and because im a studious little shit I've been watching gay porn to get a feeling for this stuff, and let me tell you, you are never prepared for the noises. Ugh, anyway ill try to update in the next week- two weeks, so ill try.

Love- Kitten