Maisy and Monty Mulberry. Oliver was quite satisfied with the names. Hopefully, Bex would be too. Really, Maisy did look more like Oliver than Monty did.
"But he's a right handsome rascal, now isn't he?" He'd shared with Max. Of course, Monty had a great set of lungs.
"Completely Bex." Max just smiled.
Oliver laughed. Hoping he could rest. At least Bex was sleeping and yet he felt it was vital to keep watch over the two of them. He could only hope things would go smoothly. So far so good. Their birth-weight had been fairly normal. Close to six pounds each. They some how equaled out which he thought had been remarkable. That wasn't the way it always happened, and he was grateful this time had come. And yet it felt as if he'd need all the strength he had to pull himself up and get going again. Did he really have it in him to spread himself with good measure between the three of them now. He was sure Bex would always be his biggest baby to contend with.
"You wouldn't even know they were cut from the same cloth." Her mother chimed in. Naturally, it gave Oliver a slight panic. True, Maisy was the hairless creature with big pale blue eyes and Monty already had a nice head of dark hair and eyes almost black. No one would think that could be Dayton's baby, could it? Just a hallucination. Not even nightmareish. Why couldn't this woman let well enough, alone?
"At least we can tell them apart." Oliver grinned as if this to would pass. Hopefully soon. He put his arm around Bex's mother, hoping to bring warmth instead of coldness. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He took a picuture then on his camera phone to send to his mother.