Father's Day

Allison gasped in horror. "So their hair is gonna change a lot like mommy's, too?!"

He laughed a bit. "It'll be one color."

"Weird." Brandon shook his head. "Well... if mommy's hair used to be yellow and our hair is brown and our eyes are brown... are we the wrong babies?"

"Nope, you guys are my babies." he chuckled.

"Ooooooooookayyyyy," brandon said doubtfully.

Jack, like any other baby, had decided that he had been quiet for too long and began to cry. Lacy wasn't kidding when she said he was a screamer.

Punk looked down at Jack and winced a bit, then rocked him a little...trying to calm him down. "Relax kiddo." he said as he stood up.

"Even Jack knows you brought home the wrong babies," Brandon said matter of factly.

Ally just frowned and plugged her ears. "Baby loud."

Jack continued to cry and his little face was started to turn red.

"They're not the wrong babies." he shook his head and continued rocking Jack, kissing his cheek. "Maybe you need a bottle." he said as he went to get one of his bottles to warm it up a little.

And of course, Jack's crying woke up Carly, and she began to cry from upstairs as well.

Brandon frowned. "Can we just give them away They loud?"

"Be nice." he said as he gave Jack his bottle, then... "stay here guys and finish your food while I check on Carly." he said as he went to check on Carly now...while feeding Jack his bottle.

Lacy had already beaten him to the punch and was in the nursery, sitting on the couch and patting Carly's back to calm her down. His gift was beside her. "Such loud children we have."

"Tell me about it." he chuckled. "When they want something, they really want it."

Lacy nodded her head towards the bag beside her as she got Carly back to sleep. "Those are the last of your gifts," she said as she put her back in her crib before offering to take Jack.

He handed Jack over to her so he could get his gift. He started to open the bag. "You really didn't have to get me anything else." he told her. "The watch and Jersey were enough."

"Well why would I get you a jersey if you didn't have a game to wear it to?" She asked as she watched him pull out two tickets to a Cubs game. "I figured you've been in the house so long recovering or taking care of me that you deserved a few hours to yourself for a while. Scott is expecting your call." She laughed a little. "And if you keep digging, you'll see that I got you an advanced copy of that comic series you were telling me about a few weeks ago. You seemed pretty excited about it so I pulled a few strings and got it for you before they sold them in stores."

Punk died at that moment....but came back to life. "....you are the best wife in the world." he said as he checked out the comics. "I don't even want to know how hard it was for you to get the comic series...and the tickets....oh man, this is going to great." he smiled. "Thank you." he said as he kissed her.

She smiled a little and returned his kiss. "Happy Father's Day."

"Again, thank you." he chuckled. "One of these days, we're going to a game together. You need to get out too."

"I am on mandated bed rest so I don't bleed to death." She chuckled a little. "I'm glad you like them."

"I wouldn't keep you out for long then." he chuckled. "And I do."

"We'll take a raincheck. Go have a good time with Scott." She said as she started to pat Jack's back to get him to burp.

"I will." he nodded. "You sure you'll be okay by yourself with the kids?" he asked. "I can call my Mom to come by and help out."

"Stop it." She leaned over to kiss him again. "I'm fine. Go have fun."

"Fine." he said as he returned her kiss. "But expect phone calls." he smirked.

"Expect to get the answering machine." She snorted as Jack let out a rather large burp.