Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Smip and Kwe's story ❯ Chapter 14

Over the next few days a love of hand holding, lovemaking, and cherishing every little moment occurred between both Kwe and Smip and with Dib and Zim. Both families scared to death of what was to come and stress collecting as Kwe's ship drew ever closer to Earth.

About a week in, Kwe gives a small nod, "... Smip, it's time we finally activate our children. Their knowledge, that is.. I love them like this, but.. I'd like at least some time with them before the battle.. you know.. where they could really remember me well and talk with me and such."

Smip lets out a slow breath. They've tried to avoid talking about what was to come as much as possible, as it would upset Smip. He looks at their little ones as the play, so much like human babies.

With a nod to show he understands, he says softly, ".. Okay.. It's.. not going to hurt them or anything, is it?"

"It, umm.. tingles a bit.." Kwe lies. Yes, it hurt, as most Irken procedures did, but it had to be done. ".. It's um.. less painful than that Earth procedure where they cut young human males' penises, I'm sure."

He goes into the nursery to retrieve their smeets, Diz giggling and latching onto his mother's arm. Meep, on the other hand, being shyer and pulling his head into the safety of his blanket, which he clung to at all times.

Smip flickers an antenna, still wary. "Well.. Alright, I guess.." He follows his mate as Kwe takes the infants to receive their information download and knowledge activation.

"We should also give them their eye implants while we are doing it to get it all out of the way quickly," Kwe says as he walks from the room to the medical bay. He knows the advantages of said implants and that they could save their lives one day.

Smip jerks, "What?! Out of the question, Kwe! We're not poking around in their eyes. What if something happens and they go blind?! Absolutely not. I'll let you do the activation, but that's it, do you understand me?" He points his finger, trying to look as threatening and commanding as possible.

Kwe had already planned for this. "Computer, lock the medical bay!"

Suddenly, the door shuts and large bolts lock it down tightly in response.

Smip makes a choked gasp as the door slams shut in his face and locks. He bangs on the door with both fists, going hysterical. "KWE!! KWE!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM!!" He pounds and claws at the metal desperately. Yes, he's about the shit kittens right now. "KWE!!!!!!!!"

Giving a heavy sigh, the young Invader tries to ignore the sounds outside at this point. "Computer, begin preparations for enhanced eye implants into two smeets.." He looks to his little sons somberly, ".. You'll thank me for this when you two see battle."

The medical bay comes to life as it readies itself. Kwe looks on, watching the horrific procedure as the robotic arms work on the tiny smeets' eyes. After it was finished, both babies could be heard crying. In truth, Kwe's heart was breaking just as much as his partner's, but he knew that he, as their mother, had to do this.

Carefully, he carries the smeets to another machine where their knowledge would be activated and tries to comfort them, hoping to calm him before activation.

Kwe walks to the door, calling through it in hopes of comforting his mate, "Smip? I'm about to activate our sons. Dry your tears and get ready to meet them."

Diz had finally stopped crying, his PAK having helped heal his eyes to where they no longer hurt him. Meep, however, was still adjusting as he lay whimpering and mewling in his blanket.

Finally, Kwe unlocks the door manually, "Come in.. It's rare that smeets die during this, but.. you should be here."

The banging and yelling had gone on all through the procedure, Smip's throat starting to hurt from how loudly and angrily he had been screaming. The door barely finishes unlocking before he flies in, clutching a piece of something metallic and obviously broken in his hands. It was probably a good thing he couldn't find Iif at the moment, or the SIR unit would probably have been used to get the door open.

Smip throws the pipe looking object away, glaring at his mate completely wild eyed. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!?" He pushes past the other teen, coming over to carefully pick up Meep. "Shh.. Shh.. It's okay.. Daddy's here.."

Kwe doesn't look hurt at all at this, completely unashamed of what he had done.

Meep just rubs at his little eyes a bit more, his whimpering beginning to end before he looks up at his daddy, appearing perfectly normal now as the pain had subsided completely.

".. It only hurts for a few minutes. Their PAKs heal them.. The implants could help save their lives later on, so I am not ashamed of doing it," Kwe states firmly. A look of disappointment from his seeder normally crushing him, but not this time when it was something he knew had to be done.

Smip shakes slightly with anger, happy that the smeets are all right, but still not pleased that Kwe went about it the way he did. "You better wait until I'm dead then before trying to pull more of that shit with me. I don't care how 'new and fancy' your ship is.. In my opinion, it fucking SUCKS for medical after shutting down in the middle of you giving birth.." He holds Meep protectively. He may have been overreacting some, like a parent not wanting their child to get a shot, but anything that could result in the death of one of their smeets, he's not willing to risk.

".. I know it's hard, but we've given them every advantage to survive this and they will have to go through it at some point.. Their PAKs are more equipped for reviving them if they do.. and.. We've given them time to grow and get stronger... I'm sorry about the door thing, but.. I.. I just want to meet them.. I'm sure they will be fine.." Kwe looks down, now feeling selfish. That was his only real reason that came to mind. Then came the thought of Smip never activating their intelligence if he didn't do so himself. ".. I know you won't.. so.. If you don't allow me to do this, I'll have Iif restrain you.. This is that important, Smip."

Smip holds his smallest son a little closer, eyeing Kwe back challengingly. ".. Are you just going to do the activation now?.. And this isn't going to put them in any danger?.. If you're thinking about sneaking something else in, I swear to god....." He trails off in his threat, reluctant to let Meep go.

"Yes, and.. just a little.. but I know you won't do it if I'm killed, Smip. That's why I'm insisting now.."

With this said, Kwe presses a button on the machine and a moment of pure fear runs through him as a computer voice speaks.

"Commencing Irken knowledge download..... Download complete."

Zap!

The little smeet's eyes glow white like flashlights momentarily as he is snapped into awareness. A soft cry comes first, followed by slight sniffling.

".. Mommy?.." Diz asks.

Smip tenses as he watches, but there's little he can do as the activator starts. It's painful to watch Diz being zapped again and start to cry, but it's rather amazing to hear their son speaking while he was so much like a human infant only moments ago.

The sound of Diz's voice strikes a cord in Kwe as well, causing his mad rush to get this over with to suddenly halt. He looks at his son, his first-born, and picks him up to carrying him over to Smip.

"Yes, sweetie.. I'm your mommy... And this, this is your wonderful daddy.. who.. should be mad at me for rushing into getting your knowledge going.." Kwe looks up at his love, tears in his eyes. ".. It's really for the best.. We have to, love.. I know there is a risk, but.. everything we've done has been a risk.. We'll be fine.. and so will the smeets.. Please.. Can we let Meep have intelligence too?... I'm.. sorry.."

Smip watches his mate start to cry, cursing himself for his weakness and tries to reply as controlled as possible, ".. I'm not against you activating their intelligence, but everything else that you've put them through, every time going against me without so much as a regard as to what I say... No.. We're not going to do this in front of our sons. I used to watch my parents fight when I was little and I know it's traumatizing.." Very, very reluctantly, he slowly hands over Meep. "Promise me that he'll be safe.. even if you're lying to me..." Smip feels unsteady right now as they seem to stand at an emotional crossroads with one another.

Diz watches curiously, little fingers at his mouth, but not inside.

"I promise he will be okay."

Smip takes Diz into his arms as he hands over Meep, cradling his son tenderly, rocking him and nuzzling him lovingly.

Diz clings to the warmth, giving little coos of pleasure at the nuzzles, his little antennae wiggling occasionally as they are bumped. He rubs at them, "It tickles.. But you're nice and warm, daddy."

Kwe, meanwhile, sets Meep down by the machine and presses the button. The same computer recording sounds as before followed by the zap. He stands in Smip's view of their youngest son as Meep's eyes suddenly gray out after the zap. Kwe's heart skips a beat, but before the smeet's PAK even needs to reactivate him, Meep's eyes return to normal.

The little one looks up, cooing slightly with happiness, "Mommy!"

Smip holds Diz tighter when he hears the zap, not liking the sound at all, so he turns away from it unconsciously. He looks back slowly however when he hears the call and comes closer, reaching out to stroke Meep's face with his knuckle.

"Are you okay too, Meep?.. I was worried about you."

Diz looks up, nuzzling his head into Smip's chest. "What about me, daddy? Were you worried 'bout me too?"

Smip kisses his forehead, "Of course I was."

"See?.. I keep my promises," Kwe says softly as he takes Meep into his arms, deciding not to tell his partner of the brief moment of terror that happened. "Come on, let's go lay on the bed and play with our smeets.. You look like you could use some more happiness, Mr. baggy eyes." He kisses Smip hard and full on the lips, careful of the smeet in either of their arms.

Smip nods absently, but doesn't quite return the kiss with as much passion as his lover gives. He's feeling worn and old before his time, especially after all of this. And, a horrible, nagging question eats at the back of his mind about their relationship. He doesn't want to think about it anymore as his stomach already has been hurting day in and day out the closer they got to Earth.

".. Yeah.. Let's go..."

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Hours of smeet play and baby giggles later, the two seem to be tiring out at last. Kwe returns them to the nursery with sweet kisses on their foreheads before closing the door and returning to their bedroom, ready for the worst. He knew he was in trouble; he just didn't know how much.

Smip gives their son kisses as well, looking back longingly to the nursery as the door is shut. He walks slowly towards the bedroom, body heavy with stress and emotions.

He doesn't really say anything to Kwe while he tries to get himself ready for bed, but in the end, just giving up and simply taking off his shoes and socks. He lets his pants pool at his ankles once he unfastens them.

Kwe sits on the bed silently, waiting for what Smip surely had to say. The wait was what was really killing him. Every moment that passed, he grew more anxious.

"Look, I.. you.. um.." he starts, unsure what to say, "You're not going to hit me, are you?" He just wanted Smip to start in on him already.

The ebony-haired teen lifts his head to look at his mate at last, staring at him for a moment before looking simply at the bed. He sits down, facing away from the other. "..... No, I'm not going to hit you..." He's quiet for a while more, mind swimming with things he wanted to say. ".... What I wanted to say before... I've been starting to wonder if you actually care what I have to say.. It doesn't seem like it when you go against what I say every time.."

The young Invader noticeably lowers his head as he looks at the floor. ".. I... There is no excuse.. I.. I just... There is no excuse.. I'm sorry, my love.. I promise that.. I'll talk to you from now on.. I.. was always taught to be strong willed and do what needed to be done, no matter what.. But that isn't an excuse." Kwe nods to himself, "Your opinion should, and does, matter.. I'm sorry.. I really do keep my promises though... Smip.. My love.. My mate.." He turns, looking to his lover and wishing to be held, hoping his apology was accepted.

Smip gives a half-hearted nod. ".. I suppose.. But you say this every time, and yet you just ignore what I say again and again.." He turns, looking at Kwe fully now. ".. I just don't know anymore.. I wonder what's true and what's a lie.... And I don't have to tell you that I'm still worried out of my mind about us getting to Earth.." He looks up sadly, trying to chuckle, ".. You know what I found?"

Kwe looks away, feeling hurt at being called a liar, though honestly not remember saying that to Smip before. "W-what's that?" he asks, holding his hands in his lap dejectedly.

Again, Smip weakly starts to chuckle. "A gray hair.. Actually, I found three of them, all in the same spot. Heh.. I'm only 18 and I'm getting gray hair.." He shakes his head, ".. I dunno. Just amused by that I guess.." He rubs his stomach slightly and looks down. "I don't even remember the last time I ate.. But, I'm not even hungry.. I think I've been getting thinner because I've been noticing my bones sticking out more, but, I just don't feel the need to eat anything at all.. Just thinking about food makes me sick instead.." The stress was showing as he sounded a little crazier as he talked.

Kwe comes closer to his mate, looking him over. He had noticed Smip was looking a bit sickly lately, but he didn't think that much of it. Now, though, it was beginning to raise concern.

"My mate.. I.. I've done this to you, haven't I?.." Finally close enough, he rubs Smip's shoulders softly before coaxing the teen to lay back. Through teary eyes, Kwe suddenly gives a very stern, and almost angry, glare. "I promise, my mate.. I swear I'll do everything in my power for you.. I will listen to every opinion you give, do everything that you require.. We will be fine. Everything will be fine.. We'll find a way, understand?" A single tear rolls down his cheek to land upon Smip. "And... I'm going to start looking into getting you a PAK.. I.. I never considered human aging before.. I wish you to live as long as I do.. as long as our smeets will.. Do you.. want that?"

Smip looks so weak, even as he shakes his head. "No.. You haven't done this." Sure, this was probably more of a little white lie, but Kwe didn't need to know. "A PAK?.. What would I do with a PAK now?.. I don't think they're compatible with human DNA, though.. I remember hearing my parents talking about it once.. That's why Pop doesn't have one on him. If there was a way to lengthen his lifespan, Dad would have tried."

Kwe simply lays against his mate, kissing him softly, "Come on, let's get you some food first.. No more worrying about anything, okay?.. I will see to it all will be fine. You have provided for me so much.. I.. I wish to give back to you more than what I have." With that, Kwe gets up and smiles, his sexy figure still awe-inspiring.

Even though Smip was a bit sickly right now, Kwe still thought he was a young stud, whether Smip himself felt like it right now or not.

"Come on. After some food, I'll lay in bed with you and you can sleep all you want for the rest of the trip."

Smip nods slightly again, letting himself be pulled up to his feet, though he feels a wave of nausea flood over him. He holds his stomach and his head.

"... I think I stood up too fast... I.. I don't really feel that good.... Oh god.."

He falls to his knees, gagging, before he finally vomits on the floor. He coughs as only bile comes forth, breathing hard and looking at the odd color. Feeling some of his sick still on his mouth, he wipes at it, pulling his hand away only to stare at it in horror. Watery blood dribbles down his hand.

His voice comes in a frightened whisper. ".. Kwe..." is his last word before collapsing on the floor.

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Smip begins to stir, his eyes fluttering weakly as he beings to wake up. He has no idea how long he's been out or where exactly he is right now. The sound of machines whirring, humming and clicking around him becomes noticeable though and his eyes slit open just enough to make out the fuzzy shapes of the medical bay. He still feels weak, but not as ill as he did before. Smip's eyes roll around slowly in his head as he tries to regain full consciousness, making a soft groan.

Kwe sits beside Smip, looking at the medical data, pressing various buttons, and adjusting the fluids going into the prone teen. The soft sound from Smip draws his attention.

"Ah, you're awake.. You've been out for a good while now... I decided to keep you asleep for the past 24 hours to help force some rest on you. Your fluid levels are back up and so is your nutrition. You were a bit emaciated.. I also took care of that.. bleedy.. human stomach problem you had. I'm not sure what caused it, but it's fixed now.." Kwe tries to play things off in his doctor role, but he had honestly been scared to death this whole time. He had only taken a break from holding Smip's hand in the last 10 minutes to check the monitors.

There are still some little bags under his eyes as Smip looks completely exhausted, but he listens. The corners of his mouth turn up slowly in a smile, feeling too much like shit to do much more. Opening his mouth slowly, he finds his throat feels a little dry and scratchy and he speaks in a cracked whisper.

".. So.. I'm not gonna die then?... I guess that's good, huh?.." Smip tries to chuckle weakly at his pitiful attempt at humor. ".. I've really been out for 24 hours?.."

"Yes.. I'm going to keep you under for a bit longer until you've healed some more. You need rest badly, my seeder.." Kwe says, trying hard to mask the shame he felt in letting Smip get like this. He should have seen his lover's condition deteriorating. "The smeets are both worried for you as well and send their love. I didn't have the heart to let them see you with all the medical equipment around.... I love you.." Kwe can't help but add finally, his words soft and gentle as he takes hold of Smip's hand again.

Smip squeezes his mate's hand back gently, trying to smile once more. Tired humor crosses his face, ".. Well.. I hope I can get up soon.. My ass is starting to hurt from laying in the same position for so long." He felt a tug at his heartstrings at the mention of their babies and he wanted to see them, but knew it would be for the best to wait. The humor dies away quickly as he looks up somberly into Kwe's eyes. "... How much farther are we from Earth?... And.. did you call my parents and tell them what happened?" Smip hadn’t called since the day he told them about the new mission, too scared and ashamed to do so really.

"We are still several days away now.. And no, I haven't called.. Neither of them needs any more worries right now.. and I knew you'd be fine.... I.. I've been so worried though.. I did this to you.. I'm so sorry my mate.. I'll see to it you're good as new before we get to Earth.. Well, besides a gray hair or two, which will probably go away in time with less stress."

And in all honesty, Smip's body at this point was going through almost a complete turn around. The vitamins, hormones, and other odd Irken medications Kwe had pumping into his lover was super charging every aspect of the teen, getting him slowly to what would possibly be the best shape of his life. The one thing that Kwe could not fix was the stress, at least not quickly with a simple pill or injection anyway. Smip was going to have to handle that day by day.

The half Irken nods slightly, but holds Kwe's hand more as the other blames himself for this. ".. No.. Don't blame yourself, Kwe.... I'm just sorry I couldn't be stronger for you.. I haven't been very good at taking care of you like a seeder should.. I just hope you'll forgive me for letting you down..." He strokes his thumb lightly over his lover's hand.

It was truly heartbreaking to see someone try so hard, yet fall so far and reach this low point as he had. All of his good intentions of taking care of his family, just as his parents had, being dashed into so many little pieces just because of circumstances beyond his control.

Tears well in Kwe's eyes before he gives an angry look, pulling his hand back, then coming forward to cling tightly onto Smip. "Don't ever say that! You've been a wonderful seeder for me, Smip! You have never let me down! You have never failed me! You.. You've given everything you can and pushed yourself as far as possible... I love you, Smip. I love you!" He sobs quietly into the other teen's chest, the worry of losing his mate finally breaking through.

Smip wraps his arms around Kwe, closing his eyes and just letting the feeling of holding his love close, comfort him. He stroke's Kwe's antennae back with tender love, letting his mate cry into his chest before leaning down to place a kiss on the top of his head. He then brushes an antenna over Kwe's in his little gesture of love.

".. I love you too, Kwe.. That's why all I've ever wanted was to be the one to take care of you.. I've never been as strong as you have, so I wanted to do the best I could to at least make myself useful for you.... I guess I can kind of understand why my parents fight sometimes, but they still love each other despite the flaws.." He tries to smile, some tears in his own eyes. "There's not really any flaws I've seen about you though."

"Well.. It's true.. I'm quite close to Irken perfection," Kwe replies, drying his own tears with a slight grin before kissing his love passionately, slowly drawing back.

Smip smirks softly and playfully bonks Kwe on the head, "You're so humble, aren't you?"

The two are interrupted by the sound of one of the smeets crying and Kwe casts a glance to the door. Smip hears the little cries too and slowly lets his hands slide away, wishing he could hold his mate longer, but knowing that the little ones needed him more.

"I'll wake you again in a day or so. You should be good to get up and move around then... The smeets need me now.." Kissing Smip one last time, Kwe walks over to a small control pad. "I love you."

"I love you too, Kwe..." Honest love pours out of those words as they stay looking at one another for a few more moments before Kwe presses a button. Almost instantly, Smip's eyes feel heavy again as he sinks back into a deep sleep.

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The days pass quickly as Kwe tends to both his recovering lover and their precious little ones. Meep is still very shy and not showing much in the way of confidence from the safety of his blanket. The twins grow increasingly worried about their father as time progresses. Finally, Kwe decides it's time and goes to wake Smip.

Taking most of the tubes from his love's body, Kwe presses a button to ebb the flow of sedatives into his mate's body and waits.

"Wake up my love..."

Smip doesn't awaken immediately, as the chemicals are still working through his bloodstream. Several more moments pass before he begins to sluggishly open his eyes. This time, he doesn't feel the horrible pains and fatigue he did before. Smip still feels a little drowsy while the drugs wear off, but he's feeling better than he has in quite a while now.

He lets his eyes stay half-lidded as he smiles to his mate, ".. G'mornin'...."

Kwe gives a soft squeal of happiness as he hugs onto his love tightly before removing the last tube. "Good morning, indeed. Sleep well, I take it?" he asks with a wink, sticking his tongue out cutely. "Come on, let's get you up." He takes Smip's hand, pulling him gently, "Slowly now.. You should be all right, just sore.. but.. no use risking a new tear in your weak, humanish organs."

Smip chuckles softly, becoming more and more alert as the drugs wear away in his system. He takes Kwe's hand for support, pulling himself into a sitting position first. "Oh, ha ha.. When did you become a comedian?" he teases while seeing if the movement causes any vertigo first off. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he lets them rest against the floor for a few moments. "Gotta get the feeling back in my legs. Don't want to fall and break my ass and wind up back in bed again."

"Hehehe.. Break your ass.." Kwe chuckles, having never heard it said that way before. He had in fact broken his tailbone on a few occasions during training, but with his mother lacking any sense of humor, it wasn't joked about. Slowly helping Smip to his feet, Kwe smiles, "You should go see the twins. They've been asking about you between playing and feeding."

The raven-haired teen wobbles a bit as he finally gets to his feet, his legs shaky because of the lack of use the past few days. Getting his footing again, he steps closer to his mate, wrapping him in a hug and laying his head over his shoulder to kiss at his neck instead of his lips out of courtesy.

Smip chuckles into Kwe's antenna, "Lemme clean up a little first.. I could probably kill them with my breath.. And then I can give you a much better kiss."

"Well, I have been giving you cleansing chalk baths, so your body shouldn't be too dirty," Kwe grins, laying against his man, enjoying the warmth. "Human reproductive organs are.. quite impressive, I must admit.. I um.. studied yours a bit closer during your recovery... Did you know your sperm production is almost 180% more than a typical Irken's?" It was true. Kwe, at this point, knew more about Smip's body than Smip did himself.

The other blushes a little, but grins, rubbing against his mate some more. "Like what you saw then?" He kisses Kwe's neck again, then stops and pulls back, surprised at the last part of information. ".. Whoa.. Really?.. Holy shit..." Smip shifts a little, embarrassed by his next thought even as it comes out of his mouth, ".. Maybe my sperm just ninja kicked the condom open then if it's that powerful." He winces at the lame joke. "That was horrible.. I'm sorry."

".. What does 'ninja kicked' mean?" Kwe blinks at the odd word 'ninja'. The horrible joke only made worse at Kwe not understanding it. "Er, though, I doubt your sperm production is average for a human. I'd theorize that a human's would be an even larger percentage than that." He leads them into the bathroom, not wishing to leave his lover's side just yet.

Smip chuckles a little, not feeling like an idiot at least since Kwe didn't understand his joke. "Well, they're like these stealth fighters in Japan. Usually when you see them in movies and stuff, they wear all black and cover their face so you can only see their eyes, and they're swift and cunning.." He pauses a moment, looking his mate over seriously, crossing his arms in thought before finally stating, ".. I'd say you're about the Irken equivalent to a ninja." He offers a goofy grin before grabbing some toothpaste and a toothbrush. "Sweet, I can beat an Irken ninja with my super amazing sex skills." Once more, he laughs at his horrible humor.

Kwe, although not amused by the jokes, gives Smip a pity laugh, "hehe.. Yes.. Yes you can, my love..." He leans against the doorway now, not wanting to be anywhere near the running water. "Are you going to take a shower then?.. If so, I'll go tend to the smeets."

Smip brushes his teeth, happily getting the vile taste of days old vomit out of his mouth at last. He brushes vigorously, leaving no molecule of his mouth untouched until he's finally satisfied with the minty-freshness and rinses. He wipes at his mouth, looking over at Kwe, slightly unsure.

"I don't know.. I don't want to accidentally get water on them.. We don't know if they're immune or not yet." He picks at his shirt hem indecisively. "Well.. If you don't think I smell too bad, I'd love to go see them. I've missed them so much."

"Go ahead and shower, love. Just make sure to get very dry afterwards.. I'll go clean them up and change diapers before you see them," Kwe says, standing closer now.

Smip smiles before coming forward, pulling Kwe close and taking him into a very passionate kiss. Wrapping his arms around his lover's body and snaking a hand behind Kwe's head to keep him in place, Smip pours his love into the kiss, his tongue slipping inside to caress Kwe's and he gives a soft moan of happiness. It may not have felt like long for him, but he really has missed his mate.

The young Invader leans in, kissing right back, his own hands running down Smip's back to firmly squeeze his seeder's ass with both hands. ".. It's been.. so long since we mated, you know.." His breath grows hot and heavy as he licks a trail along Smip's cheek.

Smip's breathing has gotten heavier as well as he keeps his lover close. "Mmm.. I know.. I want you so badly.. I want to see Diz and Meep too.. but I'm too worked up right now." He proves his point by rubbing his hardening member into Kwe's thigh. He pants softly, "I don't want to do a quickie. I want to take my time making love to you..."

Kwe squeezes Smip's rear once more, "Then let's go see our smeets for a bit... and then have some 'fun' tonight.." He moans lightly, already feeling his squeedilyspooch quivering in preparation for the event.

Smip nods slowly, reluctantly pulling back and trying to calm himself down. He wasn't going to destroy their children's minds with unintended inappropriateness, that's for sure! It takes a few moments for him to collect himself again before taking a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm ready now.. Let's go see them." He laces his fingers with Kwe's as they head to the nursery where their sons are playing.

Meep clutches his blanket firmly, even though it keeps getting in the way while he builds little things on the floor. Diz plays nearby, building little towers with blocks as well, but then knocking them down again. Both look up as the door opens, their little faces lighting up.

Diz calls out, "Daddy!"

Little Meep just smile as he reaches his arms up, bouncing in his spot, wanting to be picked up. Kwe grins at the polite behavior, picking their smallest son up and kissing his cheek.

Smip leans down to pick up Diz, cuddling him and letting the small smeet nuzzle into his chest. He kisses Diz's head, then leans over to kiss Meep on the temple. "I missed you guys so much."

Diz clings tightly to his daddy's shirt. "I missed you too, Daddy.. Mommy said you was sick, so we couldn't see you. Are you feelin' better now, Daddy?"

Smip stands close to Kwe so he can enjoy the closeness of their little family, "I'm feeling much better, Dizzy."

Kwe grins wide, feeling he's done well in taking care of his mate for a change. Iif walks in from his normal maintenance routine, proceeding to walk up and stick his arms up, also wishing to be held. Kwe glares at the little robot first, then sighs and picks him up too.

"Well.. You're not as bad as Gir. At least you can get things done."

Iif smiles and wiggles with glee, "I'm a good robot! Hear that you two? Masters love me more than you!"

Before either of the twins could start to cry or question this, Iif is sent flying out of the room into the hallway, finally smacking into a wall. The robot simply brushes himself off and comes running right back in, clinging on to Kwe's leg, and not letting go no matter how much his master tried to shake him off.

Smip smiles a bit as Iif wants to be held too, but drops his jaw in shock that he would dare say they loved the SIR unit more than they loved their own babies. He blinks, antennae jerking back in surprise when the robot is hurled outside, clattering loudly as it crashes into the wall before coming back and clinging to Kwe like a needy puppy. He turns his attention back to their smeets, making sure to give them both an extra loving cuddle and a kiss.

"There's no way we would love Iif more than you two! So, don't even think he's telling the truth." Smip tickles under Meep's chin, more apt to coddling him since he's meeker. He nuzzles Diz though, not to play favorites.

Meep giggles and smiles wide at the small show of affection. The robot nuzzles Kwe's leg even more, not accepting what Smip had just said about not being loved as much as the smeets.

Oddly enough, it was Meep that spoke up now, "Which one of us do you love more, though?" He tries not to look afraid that his parents would pick his brother.

Smip's antenna perks at the question. It was silly really, but obviously very important to their little ones. Diz looked up expectantly, curious about it as well. Smip pretends to think over this for a moment, putting on an overly dramatic thinking face.

"Hrmmmm.. Which one... Well, I think I'll have to do a few tests first..."

Kwe blinks at this, wondering if his partner was really wishing to test. "Oh?.. Really? Well, if you wish to, my seeder. I'll get the toy taxi and a squirrel... Maybe we should start by testing their absorbency?"

Smip tries not to laugh at Kwe, just giving a loving, albeit exasperated, smile at his mate. "No, no. I have special tests. First, the giggle test." He lifts Diz up enough to blow a loud raspberry on his belly, the little smeet squealing with laughter. Once again, he pretends to take it in seriously, then looks to Kwe. "If you would be so kind, love, and blow on Meep's tummy as well."

"Is this.. appropriate?" Kwe blinks again, having never seen this done before.

Smip chuckles to Kwe, urging him on with a little motion of his head and Kwe proceeds to blow on Meep's belly as well.

Meep goes into a complete giggle fit at the sensations and the rude noises and they discover then that their youngest son was very ticklish.

Smip laughs warmly at the adorable sound of his littlest's giggles. Trying to 'compose' himself, he thinks again. "Hrm.. No, still need more tests.. Now, the huggability test." He gives Diz a big hug, careful not to squash the little one, and Diz puts all of his little strength into it, wanting to do good for his daddy's test. Smip pretends to be overwhelmed. "Oh! So strong!" He carefully hands over Diz and takes Meep into his arms, hugging him next.

Meep looks nervous as he tries his best to give his daddy the biggest hug he could manage, but his little arms no match in strength to his brother's.

Once more, Smip pretends to be overwhelmed and playfully buckles his knees. "Oh my goodness! You're crushing me!" He grins as he speaks, this fun time with his family clearly being very therapeutic for him.

Meep actually gasps a bit and quickly stops the hug as he sees his daddy's reaction to his strongest grip he could muster. Now thoroughly confused at his own strength, he blinks and looks at his arms.

"Hrm.. Still not sure. Next, the kissabillity test." Smip leans down, placing silly kisses all over Meep's face.

The small distraction of pondering his strength quickly fades as the next 'test' begins.

Kwe finally can't help but ask, "These tests hardly seem scientific.. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to fetch the taxi and squirrel?"

Smip giggles as Meep still wiggles from the tickling kisses and reaches back for Diz, making sure to catch only Kwe's eye as he winks. "Oh, they're very accurate for testing this sort of thing." He hopes that Kwe at least will understand the winking gesture that he's only playing around.

Kwe blinks at the wink, knowing it was some type of sign. Suddenly, he realizes the situation and grins, "Ah, I see.. Hrm.."

He couldn't help but wonder if humans honestly did not have favorite children. Irken parents often would select a favorite of the children they had, though Kwe always thought that this was an unfair thing to do.

Diz wiggles as he gets his own silly kisses all over. "Nooooo! It tickles!" He gives a squeal, trying not to giggle, but failing.

Smip laughs a bit more before lowering himself to sit on the ground, motioning for Kwe to follow suit. He sits Diz down on the floor, taking Meep and setting him down on the floor as well. "

"Okay, final test.. It's the.." he pauses for dramatic effect, "Tickle Test!" Letting out a playfully evil laugh, he descends upon the children, tickling their tummies and sides, enjoying the shrill squeals of laughter he receives.

Diz lays on his back, kicking and squirming while he laughs. "Noooooo!! No tickle! No tickle!!!"

All Meep can do is let out high pitched squeals as he struggles against the attack, easily more ticklish than his brother as he wiggles like mad upon the ground. He even lets go of his the blanket for the first time... EVER. As the tickling slowly subsides though, he quickly clings back to it and grins, giggling happily that he could catch it before it could get away; something he always feared.

Smip laughs happily as he finally lets up, everyone getting a chance to catch their breath.

Diz sits back up again. "So, who won, Daddy? Who's the favorite?"

Meep looks up timidly for the answer.

Putting on his best dramatic, thinking face again, Smip looks back and forth at the two smeets. "Hrmmmmmm... Let's see.. Let's see..." He points his finger, letting it drift between the little ones as he ponders over the 'results'. After several moments of this, he finally throws his hands up dramatically, "Ugh! It's a tie! Guess that means you're both just perfect." He scoops them up, kissing them both again.

Kwe comes close to arguing that Diz clearly won the over all contests, but quickly stops himself upon seeing the smiles on their sons' faces.

Reaching down, he pets little Meep softly while admiring his beautiful eyes, "I bet you've never seen your eyes before, have you little one?.. You take after me and my mother as well in their color.. Though, you take after Zim apparently in your stature." Kwe smiles, poking Meep softly where his nose would have been, causing the baby to giggle happily and hug his blanket in a truly adorable manner. Kwe smiles more as he looks to Diz, ".. And you have Zim's eyes... I may not care for Zim much, but he does have very nice eyes."

Diz remembers a little of seeing Zim on the monitor, but not much. Crawling up into his daddy's lap to look up at him carefully, then over at his mommy and brother before finally asking, "How come Meep's got Mommy's eyes, but I don't got your eyes?.."

Smip strokes his face. "That's a good question, Dizzy. But, you can never be sure what color eyes you're going to be born with. I've got the same color as my daddy, your grandpa. But you actually have the same color as my mommy. I think they're very pretty." He nuzzles his son's head before reaching over to caress Meep's face. "I think your eyes are very pretty too, Meep. And do you know why?"

"'Cuz they're just like Mommy's eyes?" Meep questions, hoping he was correct. He sits up, holding his blankie tightly.

Smiling brightly, Smip nods, "That's right. They're just like your mommy's eyes and I love your mommy very much, so I love to see them on you." He turns to look at Kwe, offering a warm, loving smile to his mate before leaning over to give him a kiss.

Diz scrunches up his face, "Ewww.. That's gross.. I don't want to see you and Mommy kissing!"

Kwe snickers and Meep just giggles, grinning wide.

"Leave 'em 'lone, Diz," Meep giggles, sticking up for his parents' kiss.

The kiss on Kwe's side was more than welcome as he returns it with gusto, tongue invading Smip's mouth for just a moment. Smip chuckles a little at all of this as well, but it stops as he let's his lover's tongue slide in and he brushes his own tongue against it before it leaves.

Diz pouts angrily at his brother then looks away and covers his eyes. "It's still yucky."

Once again, Smip chuckles and looks down, giving his son a tickle in the sides. "Oh? Well, if Mommy and I didn't love each other, then you wouldn't be here. And besides, you'll find someone you like kissing when you get older, I bet."

It was then that a transmission came through in the next room.

"Hello?.. Kwe?" Tak's voice comes from the other room clearly.

Kwe blinks as he stands up, "I'll get it." Grinning at his smeets, he walks to the monitor. "Hello, mother."

Tak grins wickedly, ".. So you're going to kill Zim.. I'm so proud of you, my son!"

The younger Irken gives a sheepish grin at this, but shakes his head, ".. I do not wish to.. But if I don't, another Irken will... Right after that other Irken kills me that is...."

Tak was almost teary-eyed from pride at what her son was supposed to do. "Well, be that as it may, Zim can be a fierce fighter at times. Be prepared.. Not to mention his stupidity proves more effective as a weapon than I could ever have predicted."

Smip just stays put to play with their children some more. He realizes it's Tak after just a moment and his entire body goes tense when he hears her saying how proud she is that Kwe is supposed to kill Zim. His antennae go back angrily and he clenches his teeth in a scowl.

Meep pulls up his blanket higher around himself and Diz stops playing, sensing the change of their daddy's mood. ".. Daddy?.."

Smip snaps out of it and reaches down, stroking both of the little ones on the head. "It's okay. Daddy'll be right back. He needs to have some adult words with your grandma." He gets up, making sure the door is shut so the children won't hear him as he comes storming out, absolutely furious. "HEY! You shut the hell up about my dad, god dammit! I've already been throwing up blood over all of this and I don't need YOU to make it worse!"

Tak gives a glare at the sudden anger entering the room. "Trust me, Smip, if you know what your father did Skooge and me, you wouldn't blame my reaction to all of this.. Don't worry though, I've decided to agree to be peaceful with him now, seeing as we are all technically family.. Also, you can hardly be angry at me for giving my son advice in the matter."

Kwe clears his throat, addressing his own mother by name, "Tak."

This throws her off and she blinks at first, ".. Yes... sir?" Kwe did out rank her now, after all.

"Let's not speak of the mission. Smip's physical health relies on a stress-free environment. And I have promised to try everything in my power to find a way around this.. if that part of the mission must happen.."

Tak blinks a bit more and nods slightly, "As you wish.. Do take care, though.. Zim is a formidable warrior." This comment is directed towards Smip, meant to be a compliment more than anything.

Smip crosses his arms, scowling firmly at the female Irken who constantly raises his ire. He feels pride swell in his chest as Kwe stands up to his mother and straightens some at the surprise compliment. As irritated as he is by her, he tries to remain pleasant.

"Thank you, Tak.. And if you don't have any further business with us, I'll thank you to leave. We're trying to enjoy some family time with our sons, if you don't mind."

"If you two have another, I expect it to be named 'Tak', despite the gender." Before either could comment back at this, the transmission cuts out, leaving Kwe blinking at the thought.

His mother's evil grin begins to slowly creep across his face, "What do you say, Smip? Ready for a third?.. Or a fourth smeet in the house?" Kwe giggles, yet leans in, kissing his love lightly on the lips and nuzzling into his side.

Smip wraps his arms around his mate, kissing him back, "Mmm.. How about we just go through the process of trying for them without actually having them?.. I don't think I can handle any more going on at the moment anyway." He reaches down, grabbing Kwe's ass in a firm squeeze. "If you ever want more, we'll talk.. As terrifying as the thought sounds to me, I'd offer to carry the next one." He pulls back enough to look into the purple orbs of his mate, letting him know that the offer is true.

"No offense my perfect seeder, but I think the terror of being strapped down in our medical bay would kill you." Kwe doesn't joke about that fact.

".. Who says I'd let you put me in that medical bay?" Smip replies, equally serious. He'd rather have Tak be his midwife than give birth in there.

Kwe kisses Smip, trying to get into the mood, "Did you put the smeets back into their cribs?"

Kissing along Kwe's jaw, Smip lets his eyes close. "Mmm.. I told them I'd be right back.. Let me check on them." With one last kiss, they heads back to the nursery, finding their sons playing again, though yawning some.

Meep gives a great, big yawn, rubbing at his little eye. His blanket making a nice, cozy nest for him. Diz yawns after, the action of his brother being infections. They look back up when their parents return.

".. Did you finish talkin' wif grandma?" Diz asks, another little yawn coming in the middle of his sentence.

"Yup, I did.. But now, I think it's about time for a little nap for two tired, little smeets."

Diz whines some, not wanting to sleep. Meep, being the perfect angel as always, doesn't struggle at all as he is picked up by his mommy and placed into bed. Before the little one even has to ask, Kwe tenderly wraps the blanket in a cocoon around little Meep, leaving only his face free to peek out.

Meep coos softly and smiles wide. "T'anks, Mommy.." his slightly muffled little voice says as he wiggles in comfort.

Smip kisses Diz's cheek as he lifts him and lays him down in his own crib, tucking him in.

Diz pouts, even though his little eyelids are feeling very heavy. "I'm.." a big yawn overtakes him, ".. nah tired..."

Smip chuckles lightly, "I can see." He caresses Diz's face one last time before turning to Meep's crib, bending down to kiss his youngest son on the cheek too. "Night, night, Meep. Sleep well."

Meep just makes cute baby noises as he begins drifting off after the kiss.

Kwe looks over at Smip and gives a grin. "Come on.. I'm not done with your 'medical treatment' yet.. There is still one last thing I think we need to do to help relieve your stress," he says in a lustful whisper, giving his love a quick lick on the cheek before slipping out of the room. Still in the other's sight in the hall, Kwe lets his pants fall, leaving him completely bare as he continues to walk towards their bedroom.

Smip makes sure to close the door to the nursery tightly, his body tingling with anticipation. He can already feel his cock hardening at Kwe's words. When his mate disrobes in the hallway, he goes completely erect and watches the sexy ass swinging with each step. Smip moans, walking quicker and reaching down, trying to get his own pants undone. When they reach the bedroom, he shuts the door, pulling off his pants to stand in his shirt and tented boxers. Hooking his fingers into his underpants, he discards them just as fast.

Kwe was already laying upon the bed on all fours as his mate enters the room. His pert little ass sways softly while he moans with his anticipation.

Breathing heavily now, the half Irken pulls his shirt off as fast as he can. He doesn't even notice the slightly discolored spot on his abdomen from his recent surgery as he has much more important matters on his brain.

Smip comes to the bed, climbing on top as well as he places a kiss on Kwe's thigh, around to his lower back and up his spine, making his way to his lover's shoulder, neck, and eventually face to kiss him lustfully on the lips.

"Mmm.. god.. How can you be so damn sexy? It should be illegal."

"And I'm all yours, too," Kwe grins, his large violet eyes shimmering.

He wiggles his rear slightly as a drop of precum soaks into the bed sheets beneath him. His antennae wiggle and direct themselves towards the other, reaching for him.

Smip gives a pleased moan as he kisses his lover, letting their tongues intertwine. His own antennae move forward, finding Kwe's by instinct as they caress the long, delicate stalks.

Finally, he pulls away so he can worship the rest of his mate's body, trailing kisses back down as he moves behind him, nipping and licking at the flesh of his backside and thighs. He runs his long tongue across the underside and base of Kwe's erection while he massages and squeezes the beautiful, firm globes of his love's ass with both hands.

Kwe moans deeply and sits up as he leans in, kissing Smip hard. His fingers lace with his love's as he pulls him down on to the bed, legs wrapping around the other teens as their members press against one another, throbbing harder.

Smip lets himself be pulled back on the bed, arching up against his partner to rub their erections together. He groans with ecstasy, rubbing and squeezing Kwe's body with his roaming hands. Pulling back a hair's width, he speaks in a lustful whisper, "God, I want you so badly.. You're like some wonderful drug and I'm completely addicted to it."

Kwe returns the moan while he continues his caressing touches, his fluids leaking onto Smip's cock with each squirm he makes. Slowly, he pushes away and sits back up to climb over the other teen, straddling him with his back facing Smip as he settles into his mate's lap.

Panting heavily, Smip leans back just slightly allow Kwe to maneuver onto his lap, but grasps him by the hips, kissing his lover's back. "No.. I want to see your face.. You always turn around when we're making love, but I want to watch you while I love you."

He helps turn his partner around, letting Kwe's lower back rest against his thighs. His cock is nestled between Kwe's cheeks, leaking pre, but Smip reaches down, running his finger along the sensitive entrance, massaging it open while he kisses his mate's chest and stomach.

Kwe blushes brightly at facing his partner for a change. The kisses and rubbing only serve to further excite him, causing his body to lust even more for Smip. "Ngh.. Take me.. Stop teasing me, please, my seeder.." his voice moans as he rocks against his lover's firm flesh.

Indeed, Kwe's natural lubricants have already begun to flow, coating Smip's fingertips. Shifting just slightly, Smip guides the tip of his penis home into the welcoming entrance. He lets out a long sigh of bliss the deeper he sinks into that beautiful, snug heat, his antennae laying back against his neck.

"Ohhh.. God, I've missed you.." Leaning forward once again, he kisses Kwe with a hungry passion, rocking his hips upward slowly at first, trying to get his rhythm without hurting himself.

The young invader exhales, relaxing his body completely as he is penetrated by his loving partner. His flat chest presses against Smip's while he wraps his arms around the other, holding him firmly. Leaning in to him, Kwe lays the two of them down upon the bed and he begins riding Smip at a rhythmic pace.

Smip doesn't object to being laid down, actually feeling more relaxed by it. He rubs and squeezes Kwe's thighs, moaning happily from the feeling of them being in mid-coitus. "Ohh.. Yeah.. That's it.." He digs his feet into the bedding, getting his footing as he thrusts his hips up and pulls Kwe down, sending him in up to the hilt.

He doesn't worry about impregnating Kwe again. Why? Because it's a plothole. Hush and enjoy the yaoi.

The soft, steady sound of Kwe's ass slapping against his lover's body fills the room while soft moaning whimpers come from the more feminine male of the two. Their tongues collide and massage one another between their passionate kissing, the heat between the two's bodies growing to an almost unbearable point the closer they near their lustful peak.

Smip keeps thrusting, grunting little sighs throughout. He moves one of his hands between them, wrapping around Kwe's member and stroking in fluid jerks. It feels so good, so perfect. They really are quite addicted to one another, even through all the obstacles they've faced so far.

He arches his back, "Ahh.. Kwe.. Oh god.. I love you.." He works himself a little harder, approaching his sweet release.

Kwe, normally wishing to outlast anyone in any activity, submits to his own need and to his partner's giving nature, his orgasm rocking through his body as he gives a loud, lustful scream of pleasure.

Smip feels his lover tighten around him and moves. Grabbing Kwe's waist tightly, he pulls the other teen down, meeting each upward thrust. "Ngh.. Oh.. Yeah.. Almost there.."

The scream sends a shiver of ecstasy down his spine and he groans loudly in completion. The thrusts slow as his cock pumps out streams of his hot essence into his mate's tunnel. Finally, he lets his body collapse limply in afterglow, trying to catch his breath. He doesn't even hear the muffled, whimpering cries of their babies right off.

Kwe's scream had caused the twins to start crying; Meep was first, but followed soon after by Diz. Both of them start calling out, "Mommy!.. Daddy!" through their muffled sobs, worried that something had happened.

Kwe looks over at the door, body still tingling with their afterglow. He quickly pulls at Smip, but unfortunately, their bodies were still firmly locked together.

Smip does hear the little, tearful calls and feels absolutely terrible as they can't get free. The need to comfort their smeets quickly outweighs the satisfaction of the fantastic sex they just had. He chews his lower lip hard, pushing them up slowly into a sitting position.

"WE'RE OKAY LITTLE ONES!.. PLEASE DON'T CRY! WE ARE JUST.. TIED UP RIGHT NOW!" Kwe calls out franticly, feeling worse with each passing second as their children cry.

"Dammit all.." Smip's antenna twitches anxiously and he calls out as well, hoping that their voices at least will comfort their sons some. "YEAH, WE'RE FINE KIDS! JUST HANG ON FOR A LITTLE BIT MORE! WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE, I PROMISE!" He looks Kwe in the eye pitifully, ".. We need to soundproof the nursery door."

Kwe kisses Smip once more and smiles. "Or maybe hearing implants where we can turn off when we want?.. It would be easier and we could take them out when the twins are older," he suggests in a very casual fashion.

Smip's eyes widen, horrified shock clearly all over his face as he isn't sure if Kwe is kidding or not by that. He has to take a few little breaths to get his heart out of his throat, but his body still trembles.

Kwe smiles again and slowly pulls free thanks to the distraction, even through it's still quite painful doing so early. "Ngh.. I hoped that would work," he says with a wink, quickly jerking on Smip's pants before hurrying towards the nursery.

The half alien is still shaky as he tries to stand. Stumbling slightly as he tries to grab his boxers and shirt, he has some trouble getting them back one before he staggers to the other room as well.

He clutches the doorframe, still staring at Kwe with uncertainty. "... You.. you were only joking.. right?" He looks like he could get another ulcer just thinking about it.

Kwe just gives a look back, "Well... Kind of.. Don't worry. If you're against it, we most certainly won't.. In fact, you'd have to talk me into it. It was just an idea.. Now, hurry, they're crying." Taking Smip by the hand, he pulls him faster. "Irkens do such things to their children, you know.. It's safe with our technology."

Smip forces his legs to move, but they're clearly wobbling with each step as he's lead by Kwe. He can't help but wonder if he, himself had such implants when he was younger, but if he had, wouldn't his parents have given him optical implants as well?

He's looking pale as he worries, biting his lower lip, ".. I don't really want to talk about putting our smeets through more things like that..." He can still feel his heart racing with adrenaline.

Seeing the paleness, Kwe blinks and stops, "Then I promise we will never do any more implants of any type, my seeder." Kissing his love softly on the lips, he hopes that will ease Smip's nerves enough before heading into the next room.

Smip nods shakily, stumbling after Kwe as they finally reach the nursery, Meep cowering in his blanket whimpering and Diz looking a little afraid himself. Diz rubs at his little eyes, trying to hide that he was upset by the screams earlier and by Meep crying.

Smip comes over to the cribs, checking over both smeets. "It's okay, see? We're here now. Don't cry." He reaches down, stroking Diz's head.

As any mother would be, Kwe is torn between with crib to go to first, but seeing his mate attending to their eldest, who was in apparently less distress, Kwe quickly picks up little Meep, causing him to give a little scream of his own. "Shh shh.. It's okay, Meep. Mommy is here.. I'm fine, don't worry.. I just, um.. sat on something and overreacted."

Meep slowly dries his eyes, still sniffling and quivering as his mother smiles down at him. Diz reaches up with little grabby hands now too and Smip lifts him up, rocking him slowly and bouncing him tenderly.

"Shh.. It's okay. We're both just fine. We're sorry we scared you guys." He kisses Diz on the forehead, leaning over and giving Meep a long kiss on the cheek. He looks into both of his sons' eyes. "See? Nothing's wrong with your mommy or me."

".. Come on, you two can sleep with us tonight," Kwe says, carrying little Meep back towards the bedroom.

Smip holds Diz tight as they walk back to lay back down on the bed with the smeets. Smip lays on his back, letting Diz lay upon his chest while he looks over to his mate and smallest son beside him. "I'll stay here all night long with you guys so if you have any nightmares, I'll be right here. Your mommy will stay here with you too, be he doesn't need to sleep like us, so don't be afraid if mommy isn't here sometimes."

Kwe smiles, "It does get a bit boring through the night, no matter how cuddly and nice it is to lay with you three." He chuckles, kissing little Meep on the forehead and wrapping an arm around Diz softly as Kwe nuzzles into Smip's neck.

The little family lays together, Smip and the boys eventually nodding off into a gentle slumber. Diz tumbles off Smip's chest, only making a little grunt of annoyance before he cuddles up close with Meep, snuggling into his brother's baby blanket.