And indeed, the nearly identical twin boys did, in fact, sport infinity symbols, one twin with it on his left bicep, and the other with it on his right.
“This is very peculiar,” Titan said, not unhappily but definitely with interest. “Our nieces and nephews are more human than our own children, yet carry traditional Darvrokian markings. I cannot explain why our much more Darvrokian children have been marked with Earth symbols.”
“My marking matches Papa’s,” Starr interjected happily. He was no longer a cat, opting instead to disguise himself as a tiny, mustached Corbin, likely because it was clear that Corbin found it extremely disturbing, and this amused him.
“Babe, they’re just going against expectations,” Ezra said proudly, scooping up one of the boys and rocking him in his arms, basking in all the unconditional love the baby was feeling for him. “They’re unpredictable.”
“As it should be,” Titan agreed.
With two of the three eggs hatched, the attention turned to the remaining egg. It looked like it was about to crack into a million pieces, but nothing at all was happening. It was almost like the babies inside had realized how close they were to leaving the safety of their shell, and had gotten scared and stopped.
It was while they were waiting on this egg that the doorbell rang, and shortly thereafter, Kyle returned to the room, bringing with him Joe, who was hauling… something.
It was hard to tell exactly what it was, but judging by the humongous wicker basket and cellophane, it felt safe to call it the world’s weirdest gift basket.
“Yo yo yo,” said Joe as he joined them, the… everything about hispersonality making him seem larger than life in the crowded room. “Big sorries for sliding in late, but there was a gnarly traffic jam. Oh, hey! Looky here!” He set the giant basket of… just so many things on the ground and scooped up one of the twins who had crawled over to investigate his arrival. “Welcome to the universe, little homie!” he said, beaming at the baby.
“Um. Corbin? Jude? This is my dad, Joe,” Ezra said, gesturing awkwardly toward Joe, who did a shaka with his baby-free hand and stuck out his tongue.
“Right. Uh. Nice to meet you,” Jude said politely, while Corbin—holding Starr, who was still disguised as a miniature version of him—snorted, then quickly attempted to cover it with a yawn.
“What’s, uh… what’s all this, then?” Ezra asked, nodding at the basket on the ground. From where he stood, the following items were visible:
At least a dozen Slim Jims
A bottle of super glue
Condoms
Anti-diarrheal medication
A twelve-pack of Mountain Dew
An inordinate amount of scratch lottery tickets
