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He can't tell, now there are 2 voices gabbling over each other, trying to ask frantic questions at the same time.

He ponders how to clear this up, "It's Jonas. "

"Give me the -
"Ack, no, give it to me
"Hey..."

They seem t be tussling over the receiver. Finally a squawk, and the sound a throat clearing. "Johnny, that you? It's Viola. What's that about our girl?"

"First of all, Piper is fine. She's recovering. The delivery had to be tonight. A bit eariler than Piper had expected to be sure. She was at the hospital already, and Siv and I came right over. The twins are here" A proud note "i'm a father and.. well, you two are grandmothers"

"Should we come over?!" "Of course we should, why are you even asking, I should start packing" - "Hold your goats, let the boy talk!"

"You may wish to hold off a day or two," he answers "Piper is tiring out, fast, and at the recovery room. And, well, there's more. We thought it would be two boys. Turns out, the photo was a misread and it is a boy and a girl! "

He might need to hold the phone away or be deafened by the excited squealing.

"Little pink onesies-
"...and bows for her little horn nubs, just like Pippy had..."

"Now, our daughter had it rougher than our son. They delievered her first, as there were complications. She's in NICU and it maybe a week or two before she can be out. Of course, we worry..."

"Oh, ballet outfits, and little dresses!"
"We still have some of Pippy's baby clothes!"

"But the doctors say this is not atypical for twins, and she should be just fine" He goes on

They almost miss that in their excitement. "Complications? Well, you'd best step up and get a SPECIALIST in there. Do you have insurance? A private room! The best - " "The BEST!" "The best for our grandbabies!"

"I'll have to talk to Piper about the private room option, but she already picked her doctor" a beat, "I suppose that's the important news. I won't keep you" it's actually a bit of humor. He knows they'll at least want to know the names.

They interrupt each other, jubilant, asking about how Piper is, how the babies are, and demands, DEMANDS, for pictures

Eventually he's able to get off the phone, only to see that Piper is watching him, hiding a smile. having been feigning sleep.

He hangs up, probably given the names IF they thought to ask

And then he looks at Piper, "How long have you been awake?" Amused, but also accusatory

She smiles. "Thank you for fielding that call for me, love."

"Well, I suppose it is the closest I'll ever come to labor pains " A wink "They're VERY excited. "

"We'll have to get some pictrues of the little ones. Do we know a professional photographer? Phone pics are great, but I want to get the best for everyone..."

"Well, Piper, they're in the NICU, with ..well, they're probably not..." he says "Very photogenic. Give them sometime to get stronger. But then, we can take pictures. I don't think a professional photogrpher is needed"

a HUFF. "My babies - OUR babies - are the most beautiful things in the world!"

"You know something?" He thinks on it "I bet they are"

"Oh dear" he realizes something

"Oh what??"

"Well, I called Frank too, of course. But I don't think I told him if Franklyn was his granddaughter or Grandson. He was very nice about it. He's going to install the babychairs in the car for us. "

"I may need to make sure I gave him all the right info. It got a bit garbled"