First off; Massive apologies to anyone I didn't reply to regarding Chapter Three's reviews. Real Life really ran away with me over this last month and I totally forgot. I even uploaded this chapter over a week ago and plain forgot to post it. Thank you all for your kind words, they mean such a lot to me.

Disclaimer; I don't own anyone you recognise, I only own the triplets. Though I wouldn't say no to a share in John Tracy, sadly he and his family belong to the Andersons and I only play with them for a while on loan.

Chapter four

The food arrived and Scott quickly devoured it,then he picked up his coffee,and sat down by the babies. His gaze settling on Missy, he had come to one decision over her name. Whatever he called her,her middle name was going to be Jane,after her mother.

He drank his coffee,while perusing the subject,trying to remember conversations of years ago,back in the heady happy days of their relationship when such things had been up for discussion. He leaned back in the chair,pinching the bridge of his nose,then his eyes widened and he sat bolt upright. A long forgotten memory drifting into his thoughts. When he had taken Janie to a stage show on aviators and aviatrix,Janie had been enthralled,especially with one pilot in particular. "Of course!" He whispered. "How could I forget! She loved the name Amelia!" He looked down at his younger daughter. "And I agreed! I agreed because it was a fantastic pilot's name," he took a deep shuddering breath and his lips twitched.. "Your mother has a hand in naming you after all! Well,little Missy,you have a name now,too. You are Amelia Jane Tracy, now if I can just figure out one for your brother,I can go register you,and go home. But,first, kiddo's we have your mother's funeral to get through."

He looked down at himself,lifted his hand to his stubbly jawline and ran it across his chin. "Hmmm, I need a shower and shave and you three little monkeys need a bath." Scott stood and strode across the room,fetching from his newly purchased supplies, a white plastic baby bath,baby body wash,2 dresses,and a long sleeved top and trousers,a pack of diapers and a change of clothes for himself. He juggled them all into the bathroom,coming back and moving the triplets in their seats,into the bathroom,too. He looked from the babies to the bath and supplies and grimaced.

"I hope at least one of you likes this as much as your Uncle Gordon used to, if you take after Uncle Alan,then I'm sunk!"

He grimaced again,remembering his youngest brother and his hatred of baths. He placed the baby bath in the main bath. He then turned and knelt down, stripping each baby down to the diaper. Scott paused and considered,

" This could get very messy," he reasoned.

he lifted the hem of his bed shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving him in just a pair of sleep shorts. He filled the baby bath with warm soapy water,and picked up little Sky,removed her diaper and placed her in the water. He bit his lip,he waited for the screaming to start, silence was his reward, he looked at Sky,the baby just lay there quietly. Scott couldn't believe it,he grabbed the sponge and quickly bathed Sky,she didn't make one murmur. He lifted her out,fastened a fresh diaper,swaddled her in a fluffy white towel and placed her back in her seat.

"One down,two to go," he muttered,as he emptied and refilled the bath.

He lifted Buddy,stripped the diaper off and put him into the clean water,as the little boy went in,he whimpered loudly. "Oh,no!" Scott thought,grabbing the sponge and starting to rub soap over the baby. All of a sudden,Buddy's whimpers stopped. Scott smiled. "Two down,one to go, so far so good. He went to lift Buddy out,intending to wrap him in another towel,as he did so,a fountain of liquid hit him in the face. "Urgh! Thanks Buddy, guess that won't be the last time you christen me,huh." He fastened a new diaper on. "There you go,Bud," He wrapped him snug in the towel and returned him to his seat,grabbing another towel to dry himself off. "Good thing I'm going in the shower later," he mused.

Once again he refilled the bath. He picked up Amelia,removed her diaper and placed her in the water. He regretted it,ear piercing wails filled the bathroom,as Amelia wailed at the top of her lungs,screwing up her little features. Scott grabbed the sponge and started to wash her. Unlike her siblings,this didn't soothe her in the slightest,if anything it made her scream even more.

"Hell!" Scott exclaimed. "God help me! Virgil's moods and grouchiness,Alan's temper and hatred of water! In one child! I don't think I'll survive this!"

He grabbed her out of the water,immediately her roars softened to whimpers,he applied the clean diaper,then he wrapped her up too. He made sure they were all buckled and secure,crossed the bathroom and jumped in the shower,hurriedly applying shower gel and lathering it up all over, and rubbing shampoo into his ebony hair. He grabbed the shower head and started rinsing the soap off. He felt like it was a race against time to complete showering before one of them started to whimper.

Time was on his side this morning reigned. He poked his head out to check on them,all three lay there looking sweet and very quiet. He towelled himself dry, got dressed,then tackled dressing the triplets in onesies,slipping the dresses over the girls heads and arms and adding socks, they were done,then slipping Buddy into his top and trousers and put socks on his feet. Scott felt a sense of elation. There he'd done it! Now they were all ready to go. Ah,but, he'd promised he'd call John back hadn't he? He moved the babies back into the living room,sat down on the chair by the bed, placed a lullaby light toy between them.

He switched his comm on,and lifted his wrist. "John Tracy from Scott Tracy, come in, John."

"John Tracy receiving you,Go ahead,Scott,you ready to talk now?"

Scott looked at John. John stared back at him.

"Well,the least you could do,Scott,is introduce me to my niece."

Scott looked at John,with a carefully schooled blank expression on his face. "Sure thing,Johnny! Which one?"

"Which one,what?"

"Which niece do you want to meet first. Sky or Amelia?"

"Sky or Amelia?"

"Now stop behaving like a parrot,John,copying everything I say. It's a simple enough question,you have two nieces here,Sky and Amelia, which one do you want to meet first?"

"What the...Twins?..."

Scott carefully turned the watch so John could see only one of the babies. "Johnny,meet your niece,Sky." He carefully turned the watch to face Amelia, "this is the one you've already seen, John, meet Amelia,"

"Twin Daughters,eh,Scott, Tracy girls? Or are they Blakes?"

"Tracy." Scott said, "Janie died having them,John, she never got to call them anything. I've had to choose their names. Sky Lucille,and Amelia Jane...,"

"When are you going to tell Dad,Scott? You are so lucky we had an emergency call earlier. He's worried sick that you're going to do something stupid,after all,we all know how much you loved Jane."

"Tell him I've been in touch,and I'm okay,I'll call him tonight after the funeral, now John...are you sitting down? Because I've someone else here who wants to meet you."

"What?"

Scott moved the watch to the right revealing Buddy, "say hello to your nephew!"

"Triplets!" John's mouth dropped open. "You haven't told me his name!"

"He doesn't have an official one yet, can't think of one. He goes by Buddy at the moment,the name the nurses gave him."

"Remember when you were young,you said your son would be called after your hero Chuck Yeager,what's wrong with that?"

"Chuck... John,you're brilliant..."

"Thank you for finally noticing."

"Charles Yeager Tracy...yes! Fits with the rest of us Tracy boys too. John I could kiss you."

"Urgh! Thank the stars I'm off the planet,then!"

"It'll wait...John,meet your nephew Charles then."

"Hello,Charlie! Your Great Grandma sure is going to love the fact she's gone from zero great grand babies to three overnight! Heaven help you,Scott,when she finds out."

Scott blanched, "Good grief! She'll go overboard won't she?"

"Yes!" John laughed. "This'll be one of the only times I'll be truly grateful to be up here! Grandma in smother mode smothering our resident smother hen, and,oh,to be a fly on the wall,when you tell Dad! I can't wait to hear that!"

"Have to admit,I can't say I'm looking forward to that part!"

"Uh-oh! Call coming in,gotta go, John out!"

Scott sat back and glanced at the clock. Where had the time gone? Time to feed the babies again and then he'd have to go. It was going to be so very,very hard to leave the trio here,but funerals were no place for babies,or children,he'd been nearly ten when his own mother died and all too well he remembered the bewilderment and keening loss he and his little brothers had gone through,and though his babies were just that..babies, he wouldn't put them through all that traumatic tension,no one was going to make his babies feel guilty for the death of their mama. His jaw tightened,thinking of jane's only remaining relative,her father Roger Blake. He had made it crystal clear,he wanted nothing to do with Scott or the children after today was over. The man blamed the children for Janie's death,and also Scott for getting her pregnant in the first place. He didn't care that Scott hadn't known about the babies at all,it was only an excuse as the man had never liked Scott in the first place. Scott's fists clenched. The man had also gone ballistic over the fact Jane had named Scott as her executor and the babies guardian. Scott was so glad Janie had done so,he got the distinct feeling that left to him,the babies would have been split up and adopted out,never to be seen again.

Scott scowled, he would die,before a Tracy went into foster care,he hadn't helped battle to keep his brothers out of care twenty years ago,for his children to go there now.

His musings were interrupted by a knock on the suite door,and he strode across to answer it. He had hired two sitters from the hotel Nanny Service to take care of the triplets while he was gone. He opened the door to find two young women in their early twenties,who showed him their hotel ID cards. He ushered them in,and showed them where everything was,introduced them to the babies and explained their schedules,where he was going and when he'd be back. He then slipped his suit jacket,and thick black,wool overcoat on and with a lingering glance at the drowsy infants,he slipped through the door and into the adjacent elevator. He punched the ground floor button and leaned back against the wall. His stomach was churning with nerves(not a feeling Scott was used to.) who knew it would be so hard to leave the babies? He quickly ran through his schedule in his mind. First stop,the funeral parlour for his private viewing. After that,the public viewing, then an hour after that, the funeral service. For two cents,he'd bolt back upstairs and not go! He hated funerals. He had loathed them since he was ten. But he owed it to Janie,and to their children to attend. And he was damned if Roger was going to think he had scared Scott off! Unthinkable.

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