Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 77: Chapter 77

"Wah!" I cry out, smiling as I stare at how beautiful Archie and Wren were. My eyes scanned both of their faces. "I just don't get it..."
"You not get what?"
I look over my shoulder, seeing Arthur holding a plate of mini pizzas. His eyes softened on me when I nod at them and we both face them.
Wren looked at Arthur, but his eyes gravitated towards the pizza. I smile at how obvious he was and I nudge Arthur.
"I think he wants your pizza." I whisper, and Arthur frowns down at it.
"Can five month old eat pizza?" He asks me nervously, because the both of us have never raised a baby before. I shake my head slowly and he looks. "Maybe he can just lick on it and nibble...right?"
"I think so."
"No!"
Arthur and I gasp, looking over our shoulders to see Ava and Isabella with folded arms. I end up pouting as they made their way towards us. They just looked down at us like we were bad...like we weren't the parents.
"You can't give babies pizza. They should only drink breast milk or formula and eat baby food! This is common knowledge stuff dads!" Isabella scolded us, and I look at Arthur.
He looked away awkwardly, only for us to begin to hear lips smacking on something. When we look Arthur laughs when we saw that Wren got the pizza anyway. Seeing him lick on it and nibble, but he couldn't really do much.
"Take it away!" Ava cries, but Arthur looked on in mesmerization. "They can't eat pizza right now!"
"He not eating it, just lick off sauce and tiny nibbles. What so bad about that?" Arthur pouts, trying to block off Wren when Ava tried to take the pizza.
"Dads!" Ava stomped her foot, and Arthur looked away from her with discontent. He looked at Wren sadly because he was evidently enjoying the pizza.
I know I probably won't be the one spoiling them...but at times I find myself being the spoiler. I am also the most desperate when it comes to them. Especially when they were newborns.
Their nursery room was basically my room, along with Arthur. We watched them all the time and I just liked knowing they were safe. He was there more or less for me I should say, because he wasn't that paranoid. More like he just wanted to make sure I didn't go crazy in there and I at least slept.
Now that they're just a few months old and you can start to see their individual personalities... Me clinging has become him actually clinging.
"Okay, fine." Arthur takes the pizza from Wren who looked on at him in shock. He didn't really have a reaction, he just looked confused was all.
"Why must you ruin their fun?" I narrow my eyes at them, and they were just trying to take care of their brothers, evidently. Still! - we know enough about babies.
I grab Wren's cloth bib, wiping his face clean a bit. I then pull it off and see that he's clean now. Archie just looked at him, the both of them having their own communication.
That's when I see Arthur look so...hurt. His eyes lowered a bit and I saw the girls weren't near us anymore. Except I think I understood what it could've been...but I'm not exactly sure.
"What's wrong?" I just ask him outright, and he glances at me now.
"I feel bad..."
"For?"
"I never raise...Isabella and Ava. I think they think since I never raise them, I not be a good dad to babies. It feels...so sad." He tells me in a heartbroken manner.
I sigh, caressing his back. When he looks at me his eyes softened on me only to go back to being sad.
"That wasn't your fault though. You were taken from there long before. How were you to know that you had twins with someone?"
"I should be more accountable and check. We have sex, and I so ignorant-."
"Arthur don't overthink it~." I sing, grinning brightly. "The thing I'm most happy about though is that I only had sex with one female consistently."
"Bella?" Arthur mumbles, and I nod happily. "She and you hold forever bond 'cause she see body."
I raise my eyebrow because it was years ago. She definitely moved off of that, and I know I did. I don't...I know that I can't have sex with anyone else ever again.
It's not possible, and I don't want to.
"Well," I pick up Wren, sitting him upon my lap. He looks up at me as I squish his cheek, "There are Wren and Archie. You can show them that you can take care of babies. They should know that you couldn't help that."
"Should they? I not think their mother tell them. At the same time...who am I to say a thing now? I had them for too long, it be pointless now."
"It will never be pointless to tell them the truth!" I exclaim excitedly, cradling his face. "You'd want that for our kids right? For them to know the truth...nothing but the truth?"
Arthur nods fast, and I grin at him.
"Then...tell them the truth. That's what will make our babies into the best men possible." I smile brightly, looking at Wren and Archie. "Isn't that right my cuties?"
I see them begin to coo, Arthur and I smiling at them. They were so precious to us...my precious babies. All I want is for them to grow up into the perfect young men...my precious boys. And with Arthur as their father...I know they'll become the best in the world.
***fourteen years later***
Archie
- Confident, loud-spoken giant
- Very tough and nothing gets to him, only the things that get to his twin.
- Just like his dads, he does hold a strong side, he's absolutely strong mentally and physically- hates when people mess with Wren.
Wren
- Soft-hearted giant
- Too sweet for his own good and often gets his feelings hurt.
- Unlike his dads, he doesn't hold any strong side, he's completely weak mentally and physically- just a giant.
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"You're so big...you know that right?"
I stand beside my twin, Archie, shaking my head shyly as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"Wren is taller than me by an inch, but I'm the older one." I saw Archie wink at the girl, and I wished I could have his confidence.
When I look over my shoulder I see our dads leave the office. They both cling to one another as they left, seeing how happy they looked. The both of them were still in their own world...
"Don't you ever wonder what happened for them to get so close...so chummy like this?" Archie whispers in my ear, and I shake my head no.
"It is true love." I murmur softly when I see my dad, Arthur Martin, make his way towards us. Our daddy, William Martin, held onto his hand tightly.
"You know, you will like this school. Your daddy and I went here in high school, so there's no reason as to why it shouldn't be to your liking. There were a little...bumps here and there, but nothing you can't overcome." Dad smiles at us, and I see Archie wiggle his finger at him in disagreement.
"Why couldn't we stay in France? I am used to that atmosphere more than the US. There aren't any good things that have been said about the USA. Not to be rude, but I'm already hating it here. I haven't even been here for a week yet." Archie groans even though we have been back in America for a couple of months.
I didn't really...have a problem. Our daddy seems happy enough and dad looks just as happy. They're both always happy...I don't think I've ever seen them argue.
All they both are is smiles and cuddles.
I hope I find someone like that, so that I can do those things with them. Be as perfect as they both are.
"France is your daddy's home, America is my home. We both made a deal that you both would be raised in France up until you graduate middle school. He gets to raise you both at a place he loves, and I get to let you guys experience a taste of what I had living here. I know...it might be a culture shock-."
"No culture shock when there's no original culture here to begin with, daddy." Archie interrupts him without any shame.
I just stood here quietly, very awkward and waited for them all to finish.
Whenever I did want to speak Archie beats me to the punch. He has so much more guts than I do. They all are so cool and outgoing! Then there's me...I have none of that.
I'm more of an introvert who is taller than most...who falls over his own feet. I am a loser standing with the best. It's like I have been misplaced somehow.
"There are original cultures here!" Daddy exclaims, and Archie waits for him to say what. When we begin to see him gasp we knew he was at a loss for words.
He just went in and hid his face in our dad's chest, hugging him tightly. I grin at such a thing only for Archie to cackle grossly.
"Do you have anything to say Wren?" Our dad asks me softly, and I look at him. I see daddy wait for me and I began to feel bad.
"They tried their best. We can experience what our dads went through here together, isn't that nice?" I ask them and immediately they looked at each other awkwardly.
I don't know what I said wrong, but they seemed to be against the idea.
"You could always...create your own experience, hmm?" Daddy raises his eyebrow at me, and I nod slowly. "You guys are fourteen...going on fifteen soon, you have much more chances. We...didn't, we met when we were Juniors, and then I couldn't see him again - oh..."
Daddy shook his head, turning to look at dad with a grin.
"It doesn't even matter, does it? We're here, now. Us...you and me... Them, us." Dad leaned his head against daddy's, and the both of them went back to clinging to one another.
I grin awkwardly, wondering how they could be so shameless.
Once they were done they were quick to rush around us. I knew it meant we were leaving even though I didn't get to really see much of the school. As I followed behind them, Archie was just checking out everyone and being cool like always.
I didn't know what to do...what to say. Do I do the same as him? I don't want to be a copycat.
Suddenly I find myself bumping into Archie, seeing him look over his shoulder at me in shock. Only for him to wrap his arm around my shoulder.
"Listen...I can tell you are confused, but with your big twin brother by your side, I'll make sure that no one hurts you. Do you believe in me?" He asks me softly, and I look at him. "Wren?"
"Yeah...I just don't want conflict. I want friends, but not too many. I want you to be a part of it." I tell him softly, and he smiles. "I'm just afraid."
"Why?"
"That no one will like me because I'm not strong like you guys, I'm not cool."
Archie stopped walking abruptly, and I stop with him. Our dads kept walking as they didn't even realize we stopped.
"Wren...I think you're the coolest person ever." He breathes fast, and I chuckle. "I'm so serious."
"I know..."
"Isn't that enough?" He questions me, and I look at him. I see him raise his eyebrow as he waited patiently. That made me smile as I nod at him happily.
"It's...it's enough."