78-Too Identical

**Daveed's POV**

My boys are finally here on January fourth at five sixteen in the evening. Jackson came first, weighing five pounds, three ounces, and eighteen inches long. Julian came two minutes later, weighing five pounds, two ounces, and eighteen inches long. I am officially a father of three, and my heart could not be more full. I cut the umbilical cords while Sav tended to Zuri. Jackson and Julian's cries are just as precious as our Jilly's. Just like last time, my wives and I fail to keep our emotions under control. Jackson is placed on Zuri's chest for his first feeding, and he opens his eyes. He is so alert already, even if he isn't capable of seeing yet. Sav helps Julian latch on the other breast for his first feeding, and Zuri starts to relax as they calm down. It is the most beautiful moment.
"I need to pump real quick. Their cries activated my milk or something," Sav joked. It's a good thing we brought her pump so she could do it right here in the room. Jilly is with our parents in the waiting room.
"Why don't you get her and feed her while I feed the boys? I would love to get a picture of that." Zuri suggested.
"Great idea. I'll be right back," Sav rushes to get her and comes back. The love I feel for the little family I created cannot be compared to anything else. She sits beside Zuri and feeds Jilly. Thankfully, she is hungry all the time.
"Can you take a picture of us, please?" I ask a nurse named Lucy. She happily takes the polaroid camera, and I take my place on the other side of Zuri before smiling for the picture.
"I want to take one more for you guys, but instead of looking at the camera, I want you to look at your children. I think that would be adorable," I love that she's been willing to get pictures the whole time we've been here when Sav and I had our focus on Zuri. She had a very hard labor until she agreed to get some pain relief, and I felt useless. I've never seen her in so much agony; it made me scared for her and the babies.
We look at the tiny humans we created as Lucy takes the picture. I rub Julian's little head full of thick, black hair. I can't believe we have identical twin boys. There isn't a single difference that I can see as a look between them. I wonder how in the world we are going to tell them apart. These boys are way too identical. I can imagine them now, switching places and pretending to be one another to confuse people. Maybe they should have been named Fred and George.
"What are you thinking?" Zuri asks and breaks me away from my thoughts.
"I'm just imagining the trouble these two are going to cause when they get older. I was thinking it would have been funny if their names were Fred and George." Sav and Zuri smile at the thought.
"We will always be able to tell them apart. It's new to us now, but we will see the differences that no one else does. I researched a lot because I was afraid of getting them switched up. Isn't it crazy how that works?" Zuri unlatches them, and Sav gets Jackson in his new little blue footie pajamas and hat with his name on it. At the same time, Zuri changes Julian in the same pajamas, but his are green. I hope Zuri is right about being able to tell them apart the longer we're around them because I'm not believing it at the moment. They'd be wearing these hats with their names until they're twenty if it was up to me.
"We have the most beautiful babies. You're sure you don't want more?" I ask Zuri. I only want her to be sure before making this decision, but I'll fully support her if she's positive.
"I'm very sure that I don't want to be pregnant again, and I definitely don't want to experience birthing babies again. I'll leave the pregnancies and child birthing to our wife from now on." She responds with certainty.
"Okay. I won't bother you anymore about it, I promise." Sometimes she gets cranky when people tell her not to get the tubal ligation, so I back off. Zuri is a lot more stern nowadays, whereas Sav has softened. The women I married are completely different from the women I met a year ago.

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We are completely settled into our new home. I didn't think I would like this house as much as my old one because I'm not a huge fan of change, but it's a breath of fresh air. New year, new babies, new home. I wonder what else is in store for us.
The spring semester begins tomorrow. I'm thankful we had our boys during the break between semesters because we have our hands full with these three. The boys wake up at different times during the night, but Jilly is on her own little consistent schedule.
Jilly is going to be three months old soon, and she has become quite vocal. Her cooing is at a genius level, without a doubt. She also learned how to scream at us. When I walk into her room in the mornings, she starts kicking her feet around. If I don't pick her up immediately, she will scream. Sometimes, I purposely wait until she yells because it's the cutest thing. It's as if she's demanding that I hold her so recently I've been calling her 'boss.'
Jackson and Julian might be identical in looks, but they are night and day. Jackson is always content with being left alone, and he's so nosey. He likes to stay up the most at night, but at least he can be awake in his crib without crying. Julian is the one who loves being cuddled at all times. He sleeps the most through the night, but if Zuri or Sav doesn't wake him up for his feedings, he will cry incredibly hard, and it's difficult to get him calmed down once he gets going. We've been calling Julian 'Snuggle Bug' and Jackson 'Bubbers'. I'm not sure why that nickname stuck, but we feel like it suits him well. Zuri was right when she said we will be able to tell them apart, though. It's funny seeing everyone in our family get them mixed up.
It's only six o'clock in the morning right now. I don't know why I'm lying here awake this early when I haven't heard any of the babies wake up. Zuri is sleeping hard next to me. I look on the other side of her to see Sav isn't in bed. I get up to find her in the twin's room, feeding Bubbers and rocking him. She doesn't see me standing in the doorway admiring her.
"My goodness, Bubbers. You are a hungry little guy. We had to give mommy a break this morning. Snuggle Bug wore her out last night, didn't he?" I love that she talks to the babies as if they can respond. She said baby talk isn't healthy for their speech development, but it's hard to not baby talk them. They're so small and adorable, I randomly catch myself talking in a high-pitched tone and using words like 'sweepy' instead of 'sleepy.' I even accidentally talk to Zuri and Sav like that occasionally but it flies out of my mouth before I can stop it.
"Once you're done, Snuggle Bug will need to wake up before he starts freaking out. We don't want him getting upset. He will wake up the whole neighborhood." Sav says, and I can't stifle my chuckle. She turns her head with a huge smile on her face. The way she glows while taking care of our babies makes my stomach flutter. We've been trying to conceive again since she was cleared, but she tests negative every week. I know she's eager to have another, but we have plenty of time.
"Motherhood is so beautiful on you, Sav." I plant a gentle kiss on her lips.
"It would be nice to have another, but apparently my body only likes to make babies by accident." Her face drops, and she looks defeated. She removed Bubbers from her chest when he finishes, then she gently gets Snuggle Bug. He quickly latches on the other side. She's such a pro at breastfeeding at this point, and she makes it look so easy even though I know it's difficult to get the hang of.
"There's no rush, babe. We have plenty of time to make another," I comfort.
"Yeah, I know." She says. Something is going on in that head of hers, and I'm going to figure it out.