Chibs barely slept a wink that night, and for once, it was not because of his insomnia. He was too excited—too hyper. His adrenaline had been pumping since his Old Lady's water broke, and he let her sleep while he tended to his newborns. Callie fell asleep, and Saoirse woke up. Chibs removed both babies from the bedroom before her crying could wake her mother, and ushered them into the nursery. He placed Finley in her crib, and carried Saoirse to the living room to rock her, baby monitor clipped to his waistband. It was just as he stepped down into the living room that his daughter began to wail.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's all this cryin' for? What's wrong?" he said softly.

To his surprise, Saoirse immediately stopped crying, and for the first time, locked eyes with her father. Chibs clenched his teeth, restraining the urge to cry. Callie had not been lying. The twins favored him, but Saoirse, who had pudgier cheeks than her sister, looked exactly like her namesake: her grandmother Telford. Chibs had a hard time keeping his eyes dry when he made the connection. It was amazing. Though she held a few of Callie's features, she was the spitting image of his mother. Finley, who had a narrower face, looked more like him. But the little one in his arms was undoubtedly her grandmother's granddaughter.
Chibs murmured in Gaelic, expressing his adoration as he kissed her forehead. He gently rocked her, never once taking his eyes off of her, and she never broke eye contact until she fell asleep. Chibs had been proud that he had not cried, but then Saoirse wrapped her tiny hand around his middle finger, and he bawled like she had just moments before.
When morning came, Chibs had a shower and carried Saoirse's sleeping form to the kitchen while Callie fed and rocked Finley. He made his cup of coffee with one hand, then walked out onto the back porch, letting the dog out and opening his cell phone.

"Don't ya blow it, my darlin', or you're gonna be grounded," he said playfully as the phone rang.

Saoirse was dead to the world, and did not hear a thing he said. Chibs smiled and watched Harley take off to the pond, making a mental note to get a fence up before the girls started walking. On the other end of the phone, Tig answered.

"Hey, brother," Tig said, sleep deep in his voice.

Chibs chuckled.

"Did I wake ya?" he asked.

Tig groaned.

"Bastard," he grumbled, "It's not even 7:00!"

Chibs laughed.

"Why don't you and Venus come over?" he asked.

His heart rate started to pick up, excitement making him jumpy.

"Right now?" Tig barked.

"Yes, right now, ya grumpy old bastard," Chibs growled playfully.

"Unless baby girl is in labor, I'll come over when I'm damn well ready!" Tig snapped.

Chibs winced. Tig was not a morning person.

"Is she in labor?" he asked, snapping out of his grumpy mode.

Chibs smirked, wishing he could make Callie scream just to give Tig a little bit of shit.

"Why don't ya quit your bitchin' and come down here?" Chibs snapped.

The line went dead and Chibs laughed. He looked down at Saoirse, who burbled as she started to wake up.

"Ya ready to meet your grandpa?" he asked her.

Saoirse replied with a yawn. Chibs smiled and returned inside to finish off his coffee, but he stopped when he heard Callie's voice. Saoirse hummed, recognizing her mother's voice. Chibs thought she was playing music at first, but as he stepped into the hallway, he was pleasantly surprised to hear that the voice belonged to his Old Lady. He padded down the hall, trying to keep his footsteps quiet on the wooden floor. He followed her voice to the nursery door, and peered around the corner.
Inside, Callie was sitting in a rocking chair, Finley propped up on a pillow breastfeeding. As she did, Callie sang softly, and Chibs was shocked when he recognized the tune as an old Scottish folksong. It was generally one featured on any compilation album of bagpipe songs, but he was surprised as hell that Callie knew it. He stood just inside the door for the duration of the song, watching his wife, who just hours before had been in sheer agony, watch the baby lovingly as she fed.

"Where the hell did ya learn to sing like that?" Chibs asked.

I looked up to see Chibs at the door of the nursery, Saoirse in his arms. I grinned shyly.

"Zero," I replied, "He had a band back when we were in high school. I sang back-ups on occasion."

Chibs smiled and took a seat beside Finley and I, pulling a squirming Saoirse up to his chest.

"How did ya know that song?" he asked.

I looked up at him.

"The Skye Boat Song?" I asked.

He nodded, rocking Saoirse and patting her bottom.

"Outlander," I replied.

Chibs rolled his eyes, making me laugh.

"Not the show with that red-headed fucker ya wouldn't stop watchin'!" he snapped.

I giggled and wiped some drool from Finley's mouth.

"Hey! Your daughter got me started on it!" I snapped back.

Chibs growled.

"Tha' show ain't nothin' but porn for women," he griped.

I laughed.

"Have you spoken to Kerrianne yet?" I asked.

Chibs shook his head.

"I'll check in later. I called Tig," he replied.

My eyes widened.

"Oh shit!" she groaned, "What'd you tell him?"

Chibs gave me a shit-eating grin.

"He thinks you're in labor," he replied.

My jaw dropped and I scoffed.

"Filip!"

"I didn't tell 'em that! He asked if ya were, and all I told him was to bring Venus. That's it," he explained.

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

"You're such a shit," I said playfully.

Chibs just smiled.

"Aye," he agreed, "Ya want me to put the girls to bed while you get dressed?"

Instantly, the word "dressed" triggered images of jeans and spending 20 minutes in front of the bathroom mirror. I shot Chibs a look. His eyes widened.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I kind of just had two babies. I'm tired, and stuff hurts. Do not expect me to get dressed for the next week!" I popped off.

Chibs threw his head back and laughed.

"I didn't mean dressed like tha'! I thought ya'd want to change out of your robe before Tiggy gets here," he explained.

I laughed and stood slowly. My abdomen was still tender, and you can believe other places were sore. Chibs stood up with me as I put Finley in her crib. Saoirse fussed in Chibs arms.

"I know what you meant," I said.

I took her off of his hands and smiled at her reaction to the change.

"I just like giving Daddy a hard time," I said softly to her.

She made a small whine in response.

"I know," I said, not entirely sure what the whine meant, if anything.

I kissed her forehead and placed her in her crib.

"I'm going to go wash up and change."

I began to walk around Chibs when he caught my arm. I looked up at him, watching him curiously. He smiled and pulled me closer. He cupped my jaw and kissed me deeply. The kiss was soft, but passionate and slow. When we parted, he smiled warmly. I felt my cheeks burn, his smile contagious.

"Ya hungry?" he asked.

I nodded with wide eyes, making him laugh.

"Starving," I replied.

"'Kay. I'll make sure the girls are settled," he replied.

I smiled and left him with the girls and walked to our bedroom. I settled for one of Chibs' t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants, omitting the bra. My stomach had deflated to a muffin top, but his old soft colors were way more inviting than my clothes. The looser, the better. So, I grabbed a navy SAMCRO t-shirt, black sweats, and a pair of socks. Then, I pulled my hair into a messy bun, and was ready to hit the town.
Chibs entered the bedroom as I went to the nightstand, pulling my cell phone off of its charger and checking it for the first time since yesterday. There were only two messages. A picture message from Brooke of Felix being cute, and a recent one from Venus saying "We're on our way bby." I smiled and locked my phone. Before I could turn around, I felt Chibs' arms wind around my torso and his nose nuzzle the side of my head. I held his arms and turned my head to look at up him.

"Easy. Don't squeeze me," I warned him.

He kissed me gently.

"I won't. Ya pretty sore?" he asked.

I nodded. He nuzzled against my forehead.

"When the excitement dies down, I'll run ya a bath," he said softly.

I sighed. That sounded heavenly.

"Ya mind if I leave Tiggy here with ya while I run and pick up Kerrianne?" he asked, "Ya can relax. Take ya a nap. Leave the grandparents to bondin'."

I smiled at that.

"Not at all," I replied.

Chibs kissed my forehead.

Down the hall, we heard a car rip up the driveway, followed by frantic knocking and Harley barking in the backyard.

"Shit!" I hissed, then looked up at Chibs, "How do you want to navigate this?"

He smiled lovingly.

"I'll let 'em in. Get Tiggy to relax. Ya bring one of the girls in and I'll come in with the other. We'll give 'em a heart attack yet," he replied playfully.

I couldn't help but smile.

"He's going to be so pissed, Filip."

Chibs grinned.

"Aye. And it'll be worth it," he replied.

He cupped my cheek and kissed my forehead before turning on his heel to go answer the door. I took a deep breath, then shuffled down the hall to select a napping twin. Down the hall, I could hear Chibs calming Tig and Venus.

"No, she's not in labor!" Chibs hissed.

I heard Tig sigh in relief.

"Jesus Christ, brother! Why would you scare me like that?" he snapped.

Chibs laughed.

"You are asking for a nine inch pump in your ass, Filip!" Venus snapped.

I felt my eyes widen, shocked at hearing her genuinely angry for the first time.

"Jus' calm down. I asked ya here for a reason. Go sit down on the couch," Chibs said.

I picked up Saoirse from her crib and gently rocked her. She was dead to the world.

"Where's Callie?" Tig asked.

"I'm gonna go get her," Chibs replied.

"Oh, Filip, don't!" Venus said, voice now calmer, "She needs her rest."

"It'll be fine for the moment," Chibs assured her, "Hey, love?"

I smiled and began to leave the nursery. Chibs came down the hallway, grinning ear to ear.

"Tiggy and Venus are here," he announced, as if I hadn't known.

I smiled.

"Alright," I replied softly.

Chibs smiled down at his daughter and lightly kissed her forehead.

"I'll follow behind with Finley," he whispered.

I nodded and headed to the living room where I could hear Venus and Tig murmuring about Chibs' "odd" behavior. I took a deep, calming breath, knowing I was going to get it for springing this surprise on them.

"Pop? Mom?" I called.

"We're in here, baby," Tig replied.

I turned the corner and stepped down into the living room. They looked up at me and smiled, not noticing the bundle in my arms for the lamp on the end table.

"Hey, sweethe-" Tig stopped dead, and I had never seen his blue eyes so wide.

Venus' jaw hit the floor.

"No," was all he could say.

I grinned and softly crossed the hardwood floor to them.

"When?" Venus whispered.

"Last night. I'm sorry we didn't call. It happened too fast," I said.

Tig was in absolute awe.

"Forgiven," he said quickly, eyes glued to the thing in my arms, "Can I hold her?"

I laughed and nodded.

"Of course," I replied, then gently transferred her to her grandfather's arms, "Meet your granddaughter, Saoirse Heather."

Venus stared with her jaw slack. Tig, however, melted. Knowing she was in good hands, and too tired to stand any longer, I took a seat in a recliner across the room.

"Oh my God, baby girl," Tig whispered.

I smiled as I watched him gently stroke her pudgy cheek.

"She's gorgeous," Venus said.

Tig sniffed.

"My God, she looks like Chibs," he said, making us laugh.

Venus squirmed and patted his arm.

"Can I hold her, baby?" she asked.

I held a hand up.

"Before you pass her off, Pop, there's one more thing," I said.

Tig looked up at me with watery eyes.

"One more thing?" he repeated.

I smiled and nodded.

"Filip?" I called.

As if he had been waiting on the other side of the wall, he appeared with Finley, and I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. How tiny she looked in his arms. The look on Tig's face when he saw Finley. The look of pride on Chibs' face.

"Are you shitting me?" Tig asked, "Are you two fucking shitting me? Where the hell did that one come from?"

Chibs and I laughed. Venus swatted Tig's shoulder.

"You owe me $20! I told you!" she hissed.

"So does the rest of the club!" he retorted, then looked to me, "I knew you were too big for one! Why didn't you tell us?"

Chibs walked up to Venus and handed her Finley, instructing her on how to hold her.

"We enjoy the element of surprise," Chibs said, "Meet Finley May."

Venus fanned her face, trying not to cry. Tig glared at his brother.

"Then you'll enjoy being grounded, you prick!" he snapped.

Chibs laughed and took a seat in the recliner beside me. Venus sniffed and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Oh, you're definitely grounded for ruining my makeup," she popped off.

Chibs and I laughed. Saoirse squirmed a little and began to grunt, our bickering upsetting her.

"Uh-oh. Time to go back to momma," Tig said, "You don't want to be with Gramps anymore? Huh?"

Saoirse began to cry.

"That'll be a no," Chibs said.

Tig smiled and stood, bringing the oldest twin to me.

"Probably time for a change," Chibs said.

I nodded in agreement as I arranged her in my arms and rocked her, calming her cries. Tig knelt down and kissed my forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, baby girl," he said quietly.

I smiled and hugged him with my free arm.

"Love you," he whispered.

"Love you, too, Pop."

Tig moved over to Chibs. I watched as he stood and they embraced, the hug brotherly, rough.

"Congratulations, brother," Tig said.

Chibs squeezed the taller man and kissed his cheek.

"Thank ya, brother."