Tomias perked up, looking over at his lover and he grinned. "Yay." He said simply and giggled a little more. "Perfect. Little Niko." He whispered, looking down at the baby, forefinger moving along his jawline, smiling some more. "He will be even prettier than his daddy Nikkos." He giggled happily, leaning closer to the bassinet and smiled a little more. "You're perfect. And your big brother will be so happy to see you when he is awake. Well, all of your siblings will be."
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The years passed and both boys grew up with a younger brother, Tomas, that Rosalie gave birth to. She stayed around enough to breastfeed the child, but once he was old enough, she quickly rushed off and tried to get on with her life.
Niko grew up well, but not so much healthy. He had asthma, his immune system was still shot so he got sick quite a bit, but he was alive. That was all his parents cared about. They continued to keep him happy and healthy. He was a little more spoiled than his brothers, but that was due to constant hospital visits. Now that he was fourteen, he was a little better. He was pale, freckled, with chin-length brown hair and bright blue eyes. He walked through the house with a gentle sigh, rubbing at his all-too-skinny form and heading into the kitchen. "Papa? When's dinner?" he asked, looking around to try and find where Nikkos was.