The young couple stared down at the wonderful little bundle in front of them.

"She's perfect." And she really was. The new born was a beautiful mix of both Bart and Jaime, a little bit of both of them that could clearly be seen, with her skin, the eyes, the hair, with the help of the surrogate mother who had been kind enough to carry their child. And now their daughter was here, with them, in the hospital crib among many other tiny beings waiting for their parents to take them home too.

Jaime glanced at the rusty haired man who had spoken. He was gazing down at their child with so much awe, so much love. Jaime had never seen his green eyes filled with this much affection with anything else, except perhaps when he was staring back at him. The older man smiled, and gently wrapped his arms around Bart, resting his chin onto of the his head.

"We still need to choose a name." He murmured into Bart's hair. There was no answer from the other, just a sigh of content as he continued to look at their child. Jaime couldn't blame him either. Their daughter was so beautiful, with all of the best qualities from both of her father's. She had soft dark auburn curls, that went so perfectly with her tan skin. And when she blinked her eyes from a sleepy gaze, they showed a bright green that Jaime was in awe over. They were piercing; more so even, than Bart's himself. In all of Jaime's twenty four years, he had never been so happy, and so excited than he was right at this moment, when they were finally allowed to bring their new daughter home, and officially start a family.

Jaime felt Bart shift under his embrace, and he glanced down at the younger man, who was now gazing up at him with an all too familiar smile. Jaime couldn't help a small grin stretch across his lips as well.

"What is it, ese?" He asked.

"I like the name you suggested." Bart replied, stealing another glance to the crib below, as if to make sure their small child was still there, and not just a dream. Jaime's smile widened.

"Really? You really liked it?" He wondered, a little excited. He had always loved the name, and it kind of felt right when it rolled off of his mouth. It seemed to fit.

"Yeah, of course." Bart stated, pecking Jaime's nose. He switched his position by Jaime to stare back at their daughter once more. The two young men gazed at their child, as she slightly opened her eyes and plastered on a huge toothless grin. Jaime felt his heart leap a little. Her smile was just like Bart's.

"Hola, Adelina." Jaime whispered, reaching down to slip his index finger into her small grasp. "Welcome, hija."

"JAIME, COME QUICK!" The speedster's cry rang throughout the house, from the living room all the way to the bathroom, where Jaime was currently, trying to brush his teeth for the morning. At the sound of the desperate plea, the young adult raced through the house, ready for the worst. What was wrong? What if something happened to Adelina? Was she okay?

"Bart, what's wrong-?" As Jaime arrived into the open lounge, his question trailed off when he saw what was going on. Bart was sitting on the carpet, gawking at the little five month year old girl in front of him. Who was standing. And…walking?

"GET THE CAMERA, NOW!" Bart cried again, snapping jaime out of his amazement. Did this even happen to five month olds? Jaime wasn't sure, but he cleared his mind completely so he could focus on the task at hand instead of his wondering thoughts.

"R-right, right," The older man stumbled, trying to remember where he last had the electronic devise. He ran though their home, ransacking every nook and cranny until he finally found the cam recorder. It had been sitting casually on their wooden dresser, right by the bed. He must have run passed it at least five times, in such a heavy frenzy to notice the obvious place. He dashed back into the living room, camera on, record button pressed, and held up the devise in his right hand, reedy to go.

The only footage he got was a pouting Bart and a perfectly calm, sitting Adelina, who was laughing loudly. Jaime put down the camera with disappointment and turned to look at his love. Bart's arms were crossed over his chest, his nose scrunched up in a really cute way, trying to seem mad. He probably was, after all, Jaime did just miss their baby's first steps, but Jaime couldn't take him seriously at all when he looked this adorable. The black haired young man started to sink to the floor, eye level with Bart, and sheepishly crawled toward him with a puffed out lip and puppy dog eyes.

"Please forgive me, hermono." He begged deductively. Bart widened his eyes when he realized what Jaime was trying to do, and started to scoot backwards. Adelina just clapped and laughed on.

"Oh no, dude. You are not forgiven that easily-" But Bart was cut off as Jaime reached him, as the younger man had no more room to shift backward, for he had run into the front of their couch. He was pinned. Jaime leaned in close and whispered into his husband's ear.

"I doubt that."

"But what if Ada does something else?" Bart whined, trying not to be distracted by Jaime's flirtatious smile and instead focus on their daughter. "You need to have the camera ready for-" But he was promptly cut off by Jaime playfully kissing his neck, pulling on the man's shirt collar, causing Bart to moan with pleasure. "Jaime….i'm…serious…"

The older boy ignored his protests, just continued to plaster his love with slobbery kisses and nibbles here and there.

"Daddas!"

Both boys stopped dead in their tracks, and whipped their heads to face their young daughter, who was still sitting contently on the carpet, grinning widely.

She had just said her first word. She had just said her first word! She just said it, and Jaime wasn't recording it at all.

Immediately his eyes darted to Bart, and gulped as he saw his lover's expression. He was staring angrily back at jaime, arms crossed yet again, a stern stare in his eyes. Jaime gulped.

"Im sorry, mi amor, but-"

"Just pick up the camera." Bart stated. Jaime rose to his feet within that second, and reached for the devise.

"Yes, dear."

"She's asleep! She's finally asleep!"

Bart quietly shut the door to their bedroom and appeared immediately beside Jaime on the bed, a millisecond later. Ada had a problem with falling asleep, and this had been an issue since day one. The little girl would never grow tired! In all her seven months, not a nights would go by where she wasn't put down without having to rock her, read stories, and give her more milk for about two hours or so before she would finally drift and shut her eyes. For instance, tonight Jaime had retired to their room at ten, and left Bart to put her to sleep. He had been trying since seven. It was now eleven, and Bart had just wrapped up.

Jaime could see bags under his lover's eyes, but his pupils suggested that sleep for themselves was far from his mind. Jaime smiled as Bart started to place kisses onto the corner of his mouth and jawline, promptly settling beneath the covers as well and wrapping his legs with his.

"What, ese, your not tired?" Jaime asked, just as Bart settled his hand on Jaime's bare chest. As if on cue, The older man felt his husband's mouth stretch into a gigantic yawn against his skin. Bart then laughed.

"Maybe a little, but why would I want to sleep when I can have you instead?" Bart insisted, then went on to nibbling Jaime's neck, playfully. The older man saw this as a full invitation, and with ease, rolled over to pin Bart against the bed. Jaime put on a smirk and began to slip his fingers under Bart's shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it to the ground. He leaned closer to the younger man and crashed their lips together. Jaime felt a smile tug on Bart against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip in his tongue playfully. Bart moaned (Jaime always had that affect) and promptly locked his fingers within the man's ebony hair.

Jaime broke up the kiss too soon, and instead placed his mouth against the speedster's neck and collar bone, running his hands everywhere he could against Bart's bare skin. He continued this for a minute or so, playfully intertwining his legs with the other's, and placing kisses in Bart's favorite spots.

Jaime would have continued these motions, but he noticed that Bart had been kind of still for a while now, and his chest had fallen into a rhythmic pattern of breathing. Jaime sat up and stared at his husband, a small chuckle forming at his lips. Bart had fallen asleep. Fallen asleep. How cute.

The older man rolled off of Bart, laughing to himself and shifting to his side of the bed. He reached up to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, placed right next to the baby monitor, and settled himself back into a comfortable position to sleep. Almost immediately, he felt within the darkness Bart turn over and, subconsciously drape his arm over Jaime's stomach, placing his head onto his chest. Jaime smiled and snuck his own arm around the speedster, pulling him closer to himself. Bart let out a content sigh, and Jaime bent forward a bit to press a kiss into his rusty hair, before settling back down and closing his eyes.

"Te amo, mi amor."