“Always,” Jack responded immediately, “someone needs to keep you grounded.”

Riley squirmed against Jack and instantly felt how hard Jack was getting against him.

“Maybe we should try fucking each other’s brains out,” Riley suggested in all seriousness.

“Or we could have a hot milky drink.”

“Good call. So it’s a tossup between your cock in my ass and a cup of hot chocolate.” He moved again with a long slow press of his ass against Jack’s iron dick. Such a sensuous feeling knowing that was all for him.

Jack looked up at him and for a moment Riley wished he could see Jack’s eyes in more detail. The bright blue with the tiny silver striations held so many emotions, and Riley greedily wanted it all. When Jack reached a hand out and unerringly located the lube in the half-open top drawer, all Riley could do was grind down and chuckle at the same time.

Jack took his time opening Riley up, and only when Riley was fully seated did Jack speak. “The hot chocolate can wait.”

Riley smiled and leaned down to kiss Jack, then began to move down as Jack pushed up. Soon they had a rhythm that pegged Riley’s prostate and had Jack fucking up hard into him and losing it without a single sound. Riley couldn’t move, he was unbalanced and he needed two hands to support himself curled over Jack. Obviously Jack sensed the predicament, and he wrapped a hand around Riley’s cock. With a slow, steady rhythm and whispered encouragement, he soon had Riley coming hard.

When Jack had softened enough to pull out and they’d wiped themselves down with a discarded T-shirt, they curled up with Riley the big spoon. Soon after, he found his happy place to finally fall asleep.

The cell rang at four twenty-seven. Riley didn’t understand what the noise was at first, but in seconds he was scrambling free of Jack and reaching for the phone. They tangled in their haste to answer but it was Riley who pressed connect.

“Hi, Riley, this is Peter. No panic or rush, but Rebecca’s water broke, and she’s in labor. They’re monitoring her, and you may want to get down here.”

“Thank you…we…okay…yes…” Riley ended the call, stunned at his lack of coherency. “Hospital. She’s in labor. We don’t need to rush.”

Jack nodded and appeared to be very calm at first. It didn’t last long when, evidently, everything caught up with him. In a flurry of motion, he was up and out of bed and pulling on jeans.

“I’ll get Hayley up, you make coffee. I need coffee.”

* * * * *

The hospital was eerily quiet. Soft shoes made very small amounts of noise, and all Riley could hear was Hayley’s snuffling sleepy noises in his ear. She’d fallen back to sleep in the car. Not even the excitement of new siblings could keep her awake after a full day at school. Now he was carrying her and attempting to keep up with Jack, who was near sprinting along the highly polished corridors. They reached the delivery suites and Jack paced at the door. Riley wanted to tell him to calm down, but he knew for a fact that he would be the one pacing if he wasn’t holding Hayley. A nurse asked for ID, then let them in the first door before checking the ID against the list of approved visitors.

When through the second door they were ushered to an anteroom with sofas and Riley lay Hayley down. The actual delivery suite that Rebecca was in was literally through a door from here with a glass viewing area that could be blocked off with a blind. It meant Riley and Jack could at least keep an eye on Hayley until one of the many people they had called arrived.

The nurse indicated they should go in. “I’ll stay here with your little girl,” she said with an encouraging smile.

Riley stopped at the door and peered through the glass. He could see Peter standing by a bed, lots of machines, two cribs, and about four staff in readiness. He couldn’t see much of Rebecca and the bed was empty.

“Ready?” he asked Jack. He grasped Jack’s hand and after Jack nodded, they pushed in. Riley saw Rebecca immediately. She stood at the window, leaning against the sill, and looked remarkably composed.

“Hi, guys,” she said with a grin. “Ready for this?”

Riley relaxed. This was okay. He could deal with this beautifully serene environment. This was nothing like the TV shows he’d seen, there was no panic. Then Rebecca’s smile turned to a grimace and she bent over in pain, Peter at her side.

Riley felt it the minute that an emotion choked him. There it was—panic.

The next few hours passed in a blur. Riley didn’t know how Peter could stand his wife being in pain, and every contraction had Riley thanking the heavens he was a man. Jack looked the same. Panicked.

The clock showed eleven minutes past nine when little Lexie was born, so tiny she looked barely big enough to cover Riley’s palm. She was initially quiet and still, but then suddenly she let out a cry. The nurse whisked her away to be checked. Five minutes later her brother arrived. If anything he looked smaller and a deathly shade of gray. Riley had seen the heartbeats on the screen only minutes before. Their little boy had to be okay. There was an upswell in concerned, frantic movement, a dance around the room as the little boy was checked and held, and then he was pronounced as doing well. A strangled cry joined his sister’s in Riley’s head, and abruptly his legs felt like jelly. Jack held him up, he was holding Jack up, Peter held Rebecca’s hand. Rebecca was crying, Jack had a single tear rolling down his face, and Riley had never felt an emotion like it.

Complete and utter peace.

* * * * *

The two men were asked to leave so Rebecca could pass the afterbirth and be tidied up. They walked into the anteroom. Hayley was still asleep where Riley had left her, but this time there wasn’t a nurse looking after her, but Sandra, Donna, Neil, Josh, Eden, Beth…the room was packed with his family.

“And?” Donna finally asked when Jack and Riley had stood there for God knows how long in complete shock.

“A girl and a boy,” Jack finally said. “Both healthy, Lexie is six pounds four ounces, and the boy…” Jack paused. “We don’t have a name for the boy. We need a name. Riley?”

Donna moved to place her hands on Jack’s arm. “How much does he weigh, sweetheart.”

“Five eleven,” Jack finally said.

“How is Rebecca?” Eden asked. She was sitting next to Hayley, stroking her niece’s hair.

“Doing well,” Riley answered when Jack said nothing.

“Do they look like you?” Beth asked.

“Poor kids,” Josh deadpanned.

“Small,” Jack said in wonder. “The tiniest, most perfect babies. A miracle so small.” He held out a hand. “I could hold them in my hands.”

“You can’t hold ’em with your feet,” Josh smirked.

“Hush, Josh,” Donna admonished. Everyone crowded around hugging and kissing and congratulating, and suddenly Riley was exactly where he wanted to be—in Jack’s arms hugging him so tight that he had to hope Jack could still breathe.

“We’re daddies again,” Jack said.

Just that single sentence, that meant so much to Riley. They had the twins, they had Hayley. He just hoped what his dad was working on would mean that Max was part of their lives soon.

Then their family would be complete.

* * * * *

Rebecca had, by law, forty-eight hours to change her mind, but Riley didn’t think for one minute she would falter. She didn’t and finally the little ones were theirs. The babies were in incubators—they’d been born at good weights, but both jaundiced. A short while baking in the oven, as Hayley put it, and they were ready to be part of the Double D life.

“We need a name,” Jack whispered down at his son cradled in his arms. Riley held Lexie and rocked her to sleep after her bottle. She was a scrappy, greedy baby, and Riley lost another piece of his heart as he held her. He glanced up at Jack and his breath was stolen at the sight of his lover holding their son with such love and awe written on his expression.