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Jennifer wanted a baby.
Marty knew this would happen sooner or later. After all, he had met the living proof all those years ago; but with the change in the timeline, he never expected it to be happening so soon. His rock career had been going great, so why would he want to mess it up with a baby now?
Not to mention how they’d even make the damn thing. He knew the kid would have to be his, there aren’t a lot of people who truly look like a Mcfly, but that kid was a dead ringer for himself! Maybe surrogacy had gotten more advanced in the future, so advanced that he could take one of his cells, mix it with one of Jennifers, then put it in someone else to carry. But what did he care, he didn’t keep up with baby science; and besides, everyone always says making the baby was the fun part.
It turns out he SHOULD’VE been keeping up with the sciences, because anything was better than being keeled over a toilet, hacking up whatever was left in his system from the night before; his wife kneeling over him keeping and his slightly overgrown hair out of his face. This was the sixth day in a row of this torture, and judging by the positive test now displayed on Jennifer’s nightstand, it wouldn’t be his last.
He pulls his head from the bowl for a minute, looking up at the woman comforting him. “Jen, are you sure this still has to last nine months..? Haven’t doctors invented an instant baby pill or something?” He whines.
The woman chuckles, planting a kiss on his forehead. “I wish there was, but I’m sure it won’t be too bad once we get past this little phase.”
He groans, dropping his head back into his arms; but his momentary self pity is interrupted by a familiar, frantic knocking. Not wanting to get up he gives his wife a halfway puppy dog eye, to which she rolls her own and stands up to answer the door.
“What’s going on, Doc?” The words had left her mouth before she could fully open the door. After all, very few people knew where they lived, and very few knocked in such a hurried manner.
“Oh, Jennifer!” The man appeared completely shocked at the woman’s presence for just a moment before he had the thought to recompose himself. He let out a little cough in an attempt to cover up his exasperation. “I mean- Jennifer! Just the woman I was looking for!” He tries to peer past her into the house, frantically looking around for even a glimpse of the woman’s husband. “Is Marty in?”
She tilts her head, a slight look of concern adorning her face. “Yeah.. He’s just up in the bathroom.” She begins to grow much more worried as the man’s face twists to form a puzzled expression. “Why? Is there something wrong with the timeline?” She asks, honestly scared that she might be right this time.
The man snaps back into reality, shaking his head to try and quell the woman’s fear. “Oh, not at all! Nothing like that!” He stops his peeking. “But just out of curiosity.. Could I maybe see him?”
She pauses, blinking in confusion. “Uhm.. Sure. Come on in.” She steps back and out of the doorway, gesturing towards the stairs.
The scientist immediately took action, rushing upstairs as fast as his body would let him. He made his way to the couples bathroom, his brows knitting together as he spots his friend lurched over and emptying the contents of his stomach into the bowl. “Marty!”
Marty craned his neck to look up at the man, freezing in embarrassment. “Oh, uh, hey Doc..” He pulls on the best ‘I’m doing great’ smile he can, his smirk immediately wavering as another bout of nausea rocks through him.
“Oh, Marty..” He kneels beside the younger man. “What happened to you?” He places a hand on his back, starting to rub it gently.
After the wave hit Marty pulled his head back up, shaking it slowly. “Nothin’, Doc.. It’s just a little nausea, I swear I’m fine.”
His wife had appeared leaning on the door frame, her arms folded and her head tilted. “Honey, come on. There’s no point in hiding it from the Doc. He probably already knows, anyway.”
Marty let out a heavy sigh, causing the Doc to look between the two confusedly. “What exactly am I supposed to already know?”
“Jen, just go get the test..” He groaned. For a moment one could swear they could see the gears turning in Docs head as he tried to process what he’d just heard. It wasn’t until the woman returned with the telltale white stick that it all really started falling into place. He knew it was around the time for something like this to happen, but he couldn’t quite wrap his head around why it was Marty and not Jennifer sitting on the floor.
It took him just a few more seconds before it truly clicked; and after that, it was impossible to stop the explosion of emotion. He leaned over, wrapping his arms around the younger man and hugging much tighter than he probably should. It wasn’t until he felt something hitting his arm that he let go, realizing that squeezing a man this nauseous likely wasn’t a good idea, and his hypothesis proved true as he nearly immediately started heaving again. “Oh, Marty! I can’t believe it! Oh why didn’t you tell me sooner?! This is great news!” All the words came tumbling out quicker than he could think to filter them.
After he regained himself and listened to the man’s rambles a genuine, slightly guilty smile broke on the rockstar's face. “We weren’t gonna tell anyone but family.. And even then, we were gonna wait ‘til we were sure that it was happening.” He shrugs softly. “But we should’ve known you’d figure it out sooner than everyone else..” He chuckles. “Just, don’t tell anyone yet, okay? Not even Clara.”
Doc pats the man’s shoulder. “Of course, Marty.” He pulls pinched fingers along his lips. “My lips are sealed.”
The younger man smiles warmly, pulling his friend into a hug. “Thank you, Doc..”
The hug was promptly returned, much lighter than the initial one but still just as comforting. “Any time..”
After just a couple months the pair knew that their plans to just not tell anyone, and especially not Marty’s fans, about their pregnancy just wasn’t gonna cut it. There were several things spurring their decision to announce the new addition to their family.
For one, Marty had began showing earlier than anticipated, and they knew that it would be suspicious if they just randomly announced to the world that they had a baby when no one had seen Jennifer showing any signs of pregnancy; and it’s not like Marty could just hole himself up forever, he had to work, and unfortunately for them his work required he be in the public eye. Which is why they devised a sure fire way that no one would catch on.
“Marty, seriously, nobody’s gonna notice. Now come on, just get dressed.” The woman had finished attaching the fake belly ages ago, and was just waiting on her husband to stop moping. It was uncharacteristic of him to get this worked up over his appearance, and it worried her.
The truth is, Marty wasn’t moping about his appearance, he was genuinely struggling to find something to wear. He’d ditched his looser wardrobe long ago, pretty much immediately after he got top surgery, and therefore had very few t-shirts that could properly conceal his form. Even though part of the plan was for Marty to claim he was putting on ‘sympathy weight’, he still felt uncomfortable in his much too small shirts. “Yes, they will Jen! And it’s cold outside, I want to be covered up!”
He continued to sift through his shirts before landing on an all too familiar relic: A patterned button up lent to him by his best friend many years ago. Deciding it was his only option he threw on the loosest t-shirt he could find underneath, and added a loose leather jacket overtop. It was almost perfect, and so he stepped out to meet his wife. “How do I look?”
During her husband’s turmoil the woman had gotten completely dressed, including getting her makeup completed and jewelry on. She turns her head to the man as he finally steps out, looking him up and down and giving a little whistle. “Wow, don’t you look nice.”
He looks down at himself, stepping in front of the mirror to make sure he was actually in the clear; and to his surprise, he was! The bump was barely noticeable, and in his opinion, he looked pretty fly. “Damn, you’re right!” He was soon joined by his wife in front of the mirror, she leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek and take in their looks.
“I’d say we look pretty convincing.” She leans her head onto the man’s shoulder. “And even if someone did get close enough to tell, security’ll tackle them.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“God, we’re geniuses..” The man responds, looking over to his wife’s clock, eyes blowing wide. “Super late geniuses! We need to go, right now!” He grabs her hand, rushing her out of the room as fast as he can to her amusement.
A few weeks had passed and the couple had been growing more and more concerned at the rate at which the pregnancy was progressing. They were quickly realizing their reluctance to find an OBGYN was a huge mistake, and now that they had announced that Jennifer was ‘pregnant’, it would be even harder to find one that wouldn’t be weirded out by their situation. This meant that Marty was stuck theorizing on what exactly was going on inside of him, which did not make for great 3 am pillow talk.
“What if it isn’t a baby..” He mutters, leaning his head over to look at his wife, hands resting softly on his bump.
Jennifer lifts her head up, clearly still groggy as she tries to wake herself up enough to respond. “What’re you talking about..?”
He purses his lips, trying to figure out how to word his worries. “What if it’s like.. A chest burster or something..”
She blinks, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “Why would the baby we specifically planned and made be a chest burster..?” She replies, doing her very best to not freak the man out further.
“Well I don’t know..! Maybe the time traveling messed with my body or something, or maybe the T Doc gave me messed with my eggs!” He shrugs. “I never really asked Doc about how it worked for him! Plus, I’m like 50% sure babies aren’t supposed to kick this much!” He looks down, the end of his sentence punctuated by a sudden protruding lump from his abdomen. “See!”
“Marty, listen to me.” She places a hand on the man's shoulder, hoping to calm him down. “Jules and Verne are normal kids, right?” Marty couldn’t help but look away to not let out a chuckle. “Alright, fine. They’re not ‘normal’ per se, but physically they’re perfectly fine. And ours will be too.” She gives as reassuring a smile as she can manage.
Marty sighs, leaning back a bit. “I guess you’re right.. But it’d still be pretty cool if it isn’t completely human. I bet it’d make my dad really proud.” He chuckles.
Jennifer softens, giving him a small kiss. “Now get some rest, and we’ll look for a doctor in the morning.”
He smiles, laying back down. “G’night, Jen.”
“Goodnight, Honey.” And as the morning came so did the search for a doctor who’d agree to an NDA, and also wouldn’t treat Marty like a freak show. Their search was luckily not very long, and upon their first appointment and thus first ultrasound they got the half-horrifying half-exciting news that there were two babies. Twin boys! But while the news was welcome, that did raise more concerns for the couple. After all, wasn’t there a daughter in the future they saw? Maybe Marty’s life choices somehow changed the gender of their kids, but who could know.
Given that they would obviously need to buy more baby stuff than anticipated, the couple suited up in their ‘totally cis couple’ disguises to go and browse for new baby furnishings. Since they didn’t originally know what they were having they went for a fairly neutral theme in the nursery, deciding to design it around the lake they so loved; but knowing they were having a second baby, they figured they should think up a second theme so the twins got to have their own individuality.
“Do you think we should go for something more cutesy, or something closer to the lake..?” Jennifer asked, looking between the two onesies she was holding up, one decorated with rocket ships, the other little birds.
Marty was sat about 10 feet away on one of the baby boutiques lounging chairs, seeming to be completely bored at the prospect of decorating yet another nursery. The first one was bad enough, but now they have to think up a whole new way to decorate a room they’ll inevitably grow out of in a few years. “Jen, I really don’t think the kid’ll care..”
His response only earned himself an eye roll from his wife. “Well it’s a room we’ll have to be in literally every day for at least the next six years, so your opinion on it matters too.” She places a hand on her hip, completely over how uninterested her husband was.
“Well I’m sorry but I really don’t think decorations matter that much! If you really want an opinion why not just ask my mom? Hell, even Clara could probably help.” He shrugs, not even attempting to decide.
“Well, neither of them are having a baby, so it’s still your call.” She walks over, leaning down to really get in his face. “Now pick. Rockets, or birds.”
He groans, blindly grabbing the rocket patterned onesie. “This one’s fine, I guess..” He set it on his lap as best he could, trying his best not to look at it.
Jennifer huffs, standing back up and starting to walk away with the other onesie, and to go find more stuff themed around space since apparently that’s what they were going with. Meanwhile, Marty was having a bit of a personal crisis.
He pulled the onesie up off his lap, staring at how tiny it was. The little feet were barely as big as his palm, and the entire outfit was smaller than his entire torso. It was hard for him to believe that people even came that small, and the knowledge that he’d have two of them in just a few months was finally hitting him. He had to actually fight off tears for the first time in years! Needless to say, when Jennifer came back and found him sniffling on the couch over something he just claimed to ‘not care about’ was worrying.
“Oh, Marty. What happened?” She kneels down next to the man, not caring about how suspicious they must look, focusing all of her attention on making sure her husband was fine.
He sniffles. “Nothing!” Talking just made it worse; the floodgates starting to open. “They’re just so small..! And we’re gonna have two of them!” He babbles, pulling the onesie to his chest.
The woman couldn’t help but melt at the sight of her husband dropping his usual tough guy persona, standing up slightly to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s finally hitting you, huh?” She received a shaky nod from the man. “You know, we don’t have to do this today.. We can always go home and try again tomorrow.”
He shakes his head, wiping away the stray tears. “No, no. I can handle this! It’s just shopping for babies! I am a grown man who can handle shopping for my own kids!” He affirmed himself.
“Mhm.. Well that’s good, cause look what I just found.” She lifts up a pair of tiny booties made to look like astronaut shoes.
Marty fell into complete disarray, hugging the booties and quickly being escorted by his wife (Who paid for the things they took!) to avoid her husband becoming even more inconsolable and more people speculating.
After a few more tear-filled trips to the baby boutique, the couple finally picked out everything needed for the new nursery. But since moving all the furniture into the room was clearly not just a one person job, and everyone else was busy, the couple employed the help of the two people they knew A. wouldn’t be busy, and B. wouldn’t say no. Which is exactly why Marty didn’t hesitate to answer the knock at the door.
“Jesus christ, you got really fucking fat!” Were the first words out of Verne’s mouth upon seeing his surrogate brother. He had always been impulsive, but at 16 it was much less charming than when he was 4; which is exactly why he earned an elbow to the side from his older brother.
“You can’t say that, dumbass!” Quickly retorted the older teen, looking over to their eldest brother. “Marty, I’m so sorry that this ignoramus doesn’t know how to shut his mouth.” He scowls, pulling his hands to rest in front of himself.
The man was as happy as could be to see the two, and especially happy that they weren’t going soft on him. But since he couldn’t let that slip he just gave a small smirk, stepping back to let the pair into the house. “Glad to see you two haven’t changed a bit.” He barely even cared that they were seeing him in something other than a majorly baggy t-shirt.
Verne snickered. “Well we can’t say the same about you. I mean, come on? Did you seriously wait ‘til you were about to pop to set up a nursery?”
Marty looked down at himself for just a second before hitting the teen in the chest lightly for the remark. “I’ve still got a few months left and you know it. Now get in here.” He waves the pair in.
Jules gives his younger brother a side-eye before walking in, heading up the stairs but pausing on his way to the empty room, his eyes landing on the completed nursery right next to it. “Marty..! What the hell is this?”
The rockstar hobbled upstairs after the two, his brow raising at the teens exasperation. “What? The nursery?”
“Obviously the nursery! Why would you bring us here to set up a new nursery if you already have one?!”
“Well ‘cause that’s just the first one.” The man shrugs, making it very unclear as to if he understood his brothers’ confusion.
It was almost as if you could see the pieces falling into place in Verne’s head. “What do you mean first one..?”
Marty blinked, looking between the two. “Did Doc not tell you?”
The brothers looked at each other before Jules eventually spoke up. “Tell us what..?”
Marty put up one finger to get them to pause, waddling into the room and retrieving a framed photo to give to the teenagers. They each took their time to process what the little black and white blobs were, Jules realizing much quicker than his brother, but both coming to the same conclusion nonetheless. As soon as they were both clued in there was no stopping the hug pile.
After a few seconds the man patted the teens shoulders to get them to let go, to which they quickly but reluctantly obliged. Verne was the first to speak, quickly shouting out a “Why didn’t you tell us you were having twins, man?!”
“Well I thought you knew! I mean surely you’ve met them before.” The rockstar shrugged.
“No! No we have not! Why would you wait this long to tell us?!” Retorted Jules.
“Well I thought Doc would’ve told you for me! I mean, come on, he took you all throughout time, I would’ve thought he’d at least let you meet my kids!” The man reasoned.
“You know he doesn’t like us messing with the timeline!” Verne added.
Marty had nothing left to do but to place his hand on his hip and roll his eyes. “Well then I’m sorry for not telling you two. But we didn’t call you over here to announce that we were having a second kid, we called you over here to move furniture. Now get to it.” He starts to shoo the teenagers towards the vacant room.
The pair grumbled between themselves, but continued into the room anyways to begin their tasks.
As Marty’s due date was rapidly approaching, and with the whole ‘Jules and Verne not knowing there were two’ thing, the couple figured they should get everything squared away with their families before the kids actually got there. They figured that since they hadn’t had one yet, they should host a baby shower; that way familial names, the gender and number, and who exactly the godparents would be would all become common knowledge.
Since Marty was basically on bed rest, that left Jennifer to set up the whole party, a task she had absolutely zero objections to. She had decorated the whole house with cutesie decor, and had set up two externally white cakes on a table in their main room. At the door there was a stack of itineraries for each of the party games they intended their guests to play, such as: don’t say baby, the baby bucket list, a bottle race, and a diaper raffle which Marty still didn’t entirely understand.
Still, Marty was extremely grateful at the overplanning because it meant there would be fewer people hovering around him and commenting on his body. Ever since he hit the 24 week mark hiding himself has been nearly impossible, even with his updated wardrobe, and he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t freak him out a little. He was used to being relatively modest in his wardrobe, and at least before top surgery he could bind; but this was different, there was no way to hide it. And while he loved the fact he was able to even make two kids in the first place, having his body reflect that wasn’t something he was super enthused about, and he was going to do the best he could to hide that so his wife could have the party she wanted.
As Jennifer finished setting up the last of the decorations she trotted back over to her husband sitting on the couch, clipping five clothes pins onto his shirt and leaving on him until he noticed. “What’re these for?” The man questioned.
“They’re your baby tokens.” She leaned in closer, planting a kiss on his cheek. “If you say baby, we get to take one.”
He chuckled, sitting up slightly to check the woman for any of the pins. “Well you just said it twice, so where’s my reward?”
She lightly tapped him in place of a playful smack. “We haven’t started the game yet, silly. It’ll start when someone gets here.” She sits back, sighing. “Speaking of which.. Who do you think’ll get here first?” She lulls her head over to look at her husband.
“Doc.” The answer was almost instantaneous. “He’s been a stickler for punctuality since the day we met. But Clara and the boys’ll probably slow him down by like, a minute.”
The woman thought for a moment, before nodding in agreement. “You’re probably right.” And as if on cue, the doorbell rang out. Jennifer started to get up, giving the man a reassuring nod. “I’ve got it, honey. You just stay here.” To which the man could not argue.
As she made her way to the door she grabbed a few itineraries, checking to make sure they were correct before opening the door with a smile. “Hey, guys.”
Before her stood the Brown-Clayton family, the two teenagers stood awkwardly next to their parents who both looked as excited as could be. Clara was the first to chime in, stepping forward and pulling the woman into a hug. “Hello, darling!” She steps back, taking a good look at the woman. “Oh, aren’t you looking just marvelous!”
The younger woman smiled, holding out an itinerary to the woman. “Aw, you’re too sweet, Clara.”
“I say..” The older woman began to peer into the house, trying to spot something. “Is Marty going to be joining us today?”
Jennifer nodded, giving a soft smile. “Yep.. It’s just that he’s been ordered not to move around too much, and is taking it very well.” She gives a soft chuckle.
“Oh, well that’s understandable!” She nods. “I’m sure Emmett will be happy to entertain him from the couch.” She smiles.
“Oh I don’t doubt it..” She offers the other pamphlets to the gentlemen, each taking their respective ones and making their way inside.
Over the next half hour the rest of the family made their way in. Marty’s parents, a select few aunts and uncles, his siblings and their families, and Jennifer’s father making up the last of the guests. After a while everyone started to sort of clique up, with the older adults all flocking to each other, the little kids banding together to cause mayhem, and the teenagers standing awkwardly off to the side.
Though with everybody bunched up, that meant Marty and Jennifer now had to deal with waves of people asking questions instead of just one off stragglers. The older ladies were especially tough to deal with, with many of them asking probing questions about how they got the man to carry the kids, and why it ‘wasn’t available when they were still having babies’.
The second hardest to deal with were the little kids; with the youngest being about three, and the eldest being nine, the pandemonium wasn’t completely awful, but there were several instances in which the gender reveal cakes were nearly eaten. And if there’s one thing that will always reign true, it’s that parents at events will not watch over their children well enough, in this instance leaving Jennifer to scold and separate them when issues arose.
The easiest by far to handle were the teenagers. Though there were few of them, they all seemed to bunch together, much too awkward to actually talk to anyone they weren’t immediately related to. The only issues this caused was that they all believed they were too cool to participate in any of the games at first, though as the second game rolled around they each slowly left their comfort zones.
After a few hours they decided they would announce just what they were having; the guests all gathering around the little tables holding the cakes, majority waiting with baited breath to see what the couple will reveal. As the pair grabbed their knives the party froze, half soon erupting into cheers as the couple lifted the slices to reveal both were blue. The other half seemed enthusiastic, though disappointed that their guesses were inaccurate.
The only person not overcome with joy was the one who knew vaguely of what this entailed. Doc’s face was riddled with a puzzled expression, even though he kept an excited cadence in his voice. He’d witnessed this happen once when Marty was born, but he wasn’t yet sure if this time would be different, so he tried to keep an open mind about it.
After the guests had settled down and were properly seated with cake in hand, Jennifer and Marty decided to use the distraction as an opportunity to take their selected pair into the back in order to have an honest conversation. As soon as the four were seated, Clara worriedly asked, “What’s this about? Did we do something wrong?” and begins to fidget with her hands nervously.
“Oh, no! Not at all! Quite the opposite actually.” Jennifer reassures, placing a hand on her husband’s.
“We were actually wondering if you’d be interested in being the kids god-parents..?” Marty somewhat nervously chokes out.
The older pair paused, completely floored over the question. After a good thirty seconds they looked between themselves, before excitedly turning back to the couple. “Are you kidding?! We would love to!” Doc excitedly exclaimed, resisting every urge he had to leap across the room and tackle the couple.
Clara was not as restrained, standing up and practically sprinting over to give the younger woman a rib-breaking hug. Her action giving Doc the confidence to do the same, hobbling over and pulling the man into a much lighter hug. The embraces lasted as long as the pairs could bear, the separation being incredibly tearful on the older couples behalf.
After returning to the party the rest of the evening went on swimmingly. With Jules winning the ‘don’t say baby’ competition, Clara winning the bottle race, and the grand-prize of the diaper raffle, a bottle of slightly-expensive liquor, going to Marty’s parents. At the end of the night everyone made their teary goodbyes, and the couple was able to retire soundly with practically zero worries about any loose ends.
Marty was huffy. Not his usually huffiness, Jennifer knew how to deal with that. No, this was somehow much more anxiety inducing huffiness; mostly because he was being so secretive about what was making him huffy. It seemed like any time she spotted him, he would pull a very obviously strained ‘I’m fine’ face. It worried her to no end, and so she decided that she needed to put a stop to it immediately.
The next time she caught him making the face she chose to corner him, ensuring that he couldn’t run away again. “Marty, seriously, cut the act. Would you please just tell me what’s going on? ‘Cause it’s pretty clear you aren’t just super happy to see me every time I enter a room.”
The man cocked his head back, feigning ignorance at the woman’s questioning. “What are you talking about? I’m fine, Jen.” The tone sounded sincere enough, even though the answer was obviously a lie.
The woman shakes her head. “No, you’re not. Now seriously, just tell me what’s happening with you. I promise I won’t be upset, no matter what it is.” She sits down next to the man, trying to lessen the barrier.
“Babe, I swear I’m fin-..” He began straining again, cutting himself off in the process. After about a minute he let out a huff, the same sound Jennifer had been hearing all day.
It was slowly starting to click what exactly was going on with Marty, but Jennifer couldn’t be too sure. “Marty.. Are these still just those Braxton hicks you were complaining about last week?”
The man weighed his options before shaking his head, letting out a shaky breath he’d be holding in. “You know, I thought it was.. But I don’t think it’s that anymore.”
Jennifer’s eyes blew wide, her hands flying forward in order to help him up. “And you didn’t tell me?!” She exclaims, before realizing that her tone was inappropriate. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry- But you seriously should’ve told me! We could’ve been at the hospital by now!”
“Jen, I’m fine.” The man takes her hand, pulling himself up to his feet. “The contractions aren’t even that bad, and even when we get to the hospital there’ll probably still be hours before the actual kids have to come out.”
She stares at her husband, completely horrified. “Marty, I am not risking you having two kids on our living room floor. Now go get in the car, I’m getting the go-bag.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off to their room.
The man rolls his eyes, starting to walk towards the door but being stopped in his tracks by a deeply uncomfortable sensation. It was almost as if a water balloon had popped under him, and for a split second he was worried that he had wet himself, though after a few seconds of buffering it became intensely clear what had just happened. He hobbles over to the stairs, turning to yell up the stairs. “Jennifer! Could you grab some towels with the bag?”
The woman auto-replied with a “Yeah!” Before pausing to process what she’d just agreed to. After a moment she hurried over to the stairs, checking on her husband as quickly as she could. “Did your water break?!”
Marty nodded, lifting his leg a little to try and dry his pants. “I’m fine, though! Just go get the stuff, I’ll be okay!”
Jennifer had to fight herself to not run down and check on her husband, instead doing as she was asked and grabbing the bag and towel as quickly as she could. She hurried downstairs, helping the man to the car and setting down a towel on his seat so they didn’t ruin the upholstery. She gives him a final check to make sure she didn’t miss anything that could have possibly gone wrong, and once she made sure everything was fine she began speeding off towards the nearest (and best recommended) hospital.
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As soon as the man was admitted the mask started slipping. The contractions were getting closer, and much much stronger, and Marty’s tough guy persona wasn’t quite strong enough to hide the fact that he now knew what it felt like to have his body try and forcefully expel his organs. He and Jennifer had agreed to have a natural birth, except in the case that anything were to go wrong; mostly because he was worried that the scar from a c-section would be too visible if his shirt lifted up in public, but also because they had a lot riding on which twin was born first.
After a few hours the man was finally dilated enough to start pushing, his wife stood by his side and his entire family, including the Clayton-Browns, sat out nervously in the waiting room. The birth didn’t go nearly as smoothly as it could, but their misfortunes allowed for a better guess at which twin was which. Their first born came out screaming nearly as loud as their father, letting the whole world know that they were there and proud to be alive. Though their second born came out much less joyfully, with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and his face going blue. The doctors worked as quickly as they could to remove the cord, and thankfully the little boy began crying almost immediately after it was.
When the two were finally handed back to the new parents they knew right in their hearts what to name them. Their first born would be called Emmett, or Emmy, for the time being, even though they knew that would likely change in a few years. Their younger being named Martin Seamus, or Marty Junior, a name they felt was very well deserved with the little boy essentially being a clone of his father.
After the parents were able to rest for a few hours, family members started filtering in slowly. Marty’s immediate family all fawning over their new additions, with George and Lorraine debating on whether they’d like to be the classic ‘Grandma and Grandpa’, or something a little more fun. When it was Dave and Linda’s turn to get a look at the infants, they each gave their own comments on the choice of naming their eldest after a crackpot scientist, even if they had warmed up to him in the past years.
When Jennifer’s father got his turn, both Jennifer and Marty thought it was touching that he was very obviously not keeping it together very well. But who can blame the man? His only daughter just welcomed twins into the world, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to be the best ‘Pop-pop’ to the twins he could be.
Things only got more complicated at the final family members made their way in, the Clayton-Browns. Jules and Verne immediately expressed their confusion at why the babies looked the way they did, but became much more infatuated once they got to hold them.
Verne volunteered himself to go first, and as he held Marty Jr in his arms his eyes lit up. “Well, Hello there.. I’m your uncle Vernie, it’s a real pleasure to meet you.” He cooed, placing his finger in front of the little lad and giggling as he wrapped his tiny hands around it.
Marty tried to shoot up, but with the soreness more-so just quickly shuffled up to sitting. “Woah, hey, hey, hey. We never agreed that you’d get to be an uncle.” He snaps.
“Well why wouldn’t we be an uncle?” He adjusts the baby, looking up at the man. “I mean, we’re basically you’re baby brothers so it’d only make sense we’d be their uncles.” His reasoning got a rare agreeing nod from Jules, who in turn muttered an “Uncle Jules.. I like the sound of that.” under his breath.
“Absolutely not! You’re way too young to be uncles. You’re younger than I was when you met me, and yet I didn’t insist you called me uncle Marty!”
“Well we can always start doing that.” Verne shrugs. “You are pretty old now. I mean, you’ve got a kid now, that’s uncle stuff.”
“That isn’t the point!” Marty whisper yells. “You’re too young to be fathers, so you’re too young to be uncles, end of story.” He folds his arms.
The teenager grumbles, looking back down at the baby in his arms. “Your dad is a real stickler.. You’re in for a hard life..” He half jokes, receiving an eye roll from the older man.
As it came time for the godparents to finally meet the two infants, the room filled with soft sniffling from the elder couple. The parents of the two little ones content in handing off one child to each godparents, with Emmett getting to hold the little one of his namesake, and Clara holding the infamous Marty Jr. They each felt the need to introduce themselves, even though the babies likely would have no memory of the encounter. And thus, the two newest additions to the McFly lineage were now officially acquainted with Doc and Clara Clayton-Brown.
After letting the couple swoon for a few minutes Marty decides to start up a conversation, leaning over to his friend and speaking in a hushed tone. “Hey, Doc.. I know you didn’t spend too much time in our future, but I gotta ask, do you think we’re gonna be any good at this?” He looks up, his eyes full of sincerity.
The older man peers away from the infant, giving a gentle and reassuring smile to the new father. “You don’t have to worry about it Marty, I know you will..” He crouches down, allowing for the man to pull him into a tender and comforting embrace. There was no doubt in his mind that these two kids would grow up in a happy home, after all, the kindheartedness of Marty Mcfly is one of the only constants in every timeline.