In the first month Donald Davenport could count the amount of times he had actually gotten a full, good night's sleep. He had spent countless hours working on two of his latest projects: A baby monitor with a difference and a recent contract with the government.

If the government deal went through, he would have millions. He had already planned the renovation of the lab, with simulators and vertical capsules. Douglas' notes which Donald had taken suggested that his brother intended on upgrading the capsules eventually.

Adam had become a lot more mobile and his super strength and heat vision was often a cause of chaos. Just recently the kid had damaged Donald's cyber desk adding more work to the long list of things that needed to get done.

Bree never sat still and was always super speeding around the lab. Often Donald found the ten month old on the ceiling and had to coax her down or occasionally get a ladder involved.

Chase, at two months old, was his favourite. Chase usually sat in the baby swing Donald had hooked up and followed the movements of his brother, sister and father. He often smiled and laughed when Donald would turn to him and pull a few faces while working.

Slowly, over the course of the first month the baby swing moved from the far corner of the lab closer to the cyber desk.

"It is just to keep an eye on the kid, not because I enjoy his company, he is just an invention," Donald said to himself as a mantra but he knew that all three kids were more than just inventions, they each held a piece of his heart that he hadn't even meant to give away

"Dada?" Adam questioned as he snuck up behind Donald

"What did you say?" Donald asked after a few moments of shocked silence

"Dada," Adam said with more confidence and clarity

"Yes Adda, I am dada," Donald said with a sigh

He could train them out of that later, they were too young for Davenport,.

As if on cue Bree began her usual ritual of super speeding around the lab. Donald was absorbed in work and did not notice Chase's contorted face.

"Chasey!" Adam yelled bringing his brother a toy

Chase began crying, his chubby hands pressed against his ears

Donald spun around and cradled the baby," I think your super senses are kicking in Ace,"

Donald held the boy firmly and was soon joined by Bree and Adam.

Well, there goes any chance of work, Davenport thought but never the less let the three bionic kids use him as a pillow and over time, Chase then Bree and finally Adam succumbed to sleep.

Davenport could have put them into their capsules but he didn't want to.

He pacified himself saying," Working would cause Chase to wake up,"

So he sat on the comfy couch in the lab, each of his arms being used as a pillow and Chase sleeping soundly against his chest.

Davenport felt his eyes get heavier and finally fell asleep, his last thoughts being something along the lines of:

Work can wait! This is a great moment.

But as usual the nagging voice in his head said," They are just inventions so don't get too attached,"

It was too late for that because he, Donald Davenport was far beyond attached.