Chloe POV

About a week after the honeymoon, I had my first ultrasound appointment at Nelly's office. Max and I sat in the waiting room, Cymba being babysat by Max's cousin, Alykz. She seemed pretty cool, though very Gothic. Literally. But Cymba loved her, she loved Cymba, and Max and I both trusted her, which is saying something.

Nelly walked in, greeted us as usual, and began to prepare the machine. "So, how have you been feeling, Chloe?" She asked.

"Honestly? Like complete shit. I can hardly keep anything down, I'm sore all over, and nobody at work lets me pick up so much as a screwdriver!" I sighed. "But yeah, I'm doing well. Don't forget the condom."

She smiled. "I won't, although there are two reasons why you wouldn't end up pregnant." She chuckled. The ultrasound began, the heartbeat found almost immediately.

"Okay, so it looks like you may have quite a big baby on your hands. That may or may not prove to be problematic with how slim you are." She said. She wasn't lying. At only eight weeks, I was already starting to show, and apparently measuring at eleven weeks, according to the monitor.

"Now, the measurements mean that baby is big, as I know for sure that you are not eleven weeks along, as we all know. One of the perks of being both an OB and a fertility specialist." She began to move around the stupid wand some more, a bit uncomfortably.

"What was that?" Max asked, pointing to the screen. Nelly returned back to where she was looked around a bit.

"Oh, I think it was-" She cut herself short, eye widening. "Well, this isn't exactly common, but it isn't rare, either." She muttered to herself.

"What?" Max and I said in unison. Nelly pointed to something on the monitor, but when she was met with our confused glances, she started moving the wand around more to get a better look, that was when we saw it.

"What is that?! What the fuck is that?!" I yelled. Max was in shock, too.

Nelly just shrugged. "It's exactly what it looks like, Chloe."

On the black and white monitor, there was the beating of a heart, but what was right beside it was what caught the girls off guard.

There were two heartbeats.

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Once the appointment was over, Max and I headed to our Subaru Outback, and Max pulled out a cigarette. "Figured you could use just one hit. You let me, so I'll let you. But not a whole one." She pointed her finger at me.

"Thanks, babe. Let's call our parents and tell them while the cancer burns." I pulled out my phone, pressing the 'call' button next to Joyce's contact. It rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello, Chloe. How did the appointment go?"

"Um, it went well. But not without a plot twist." I said.

"What happened?" She replied, concern heavy in her voice.

"Well, the babies are healthy and measuring right on track."

"Okay...?" She was confused, but realization soon hit her. "Wait, did you say babies?"

"Yeah." I began to tear up. "Twins, Mom. We're having twins."

After about 10 minutes of Joyce and I crying on the phone, our call ended. Max was already done informing her parents when I got off the phone. I turned around to her, wiping my eyes dry.

"Oh, babe." She hugged me. "Come on. Let's go home. I'll drive."

The entire drive home, I couldn't stop looking at the ultrasound pictures. I was amazed.

When we got back to the house, I was still dazed. I couldn't believe it. Two babies. That's gonna be quite the handful. I wonder if they're both girls? Or boys? One of each? Oh, now I'm excited!

"What's on your mind, Chloe? Max asked as we walked up the driveway, along the stone path through the rocks, and up to the door.

"Oh, I was just thinking about what the babies' genders were. You know, boys, girls, or both. It's so weird."

"I think we're gonna have a boy and a girl."

"You just want to reuse Cymba's stuff." I laughed.

We went inside and sat down, Alykz coming in the room to inform us that Cymba was taking her name. We thanked her, and I tried to pay her for babysitting, but she shook her little half black, half red haired head, only asking that she getting a home cooked meal as thanks since she couldn't cook for shit herself. Max and I agreed, and the rest of the evening passed by uneventful.

A/N: Mwahahahahahaha! I'm back, bitches. Miss me? I know you did.
So, yeah. Our
Priceless pregnant punk princess is having twins. A motherfucker plot twist in the first motherfucking chapter! Lol. Anywhore, I've posted Partners on FanFiction . net, and intend to post this one and my one shot series on there, too. You'll find the rest of the wedding reception/honeymoon in the one shot series, Hella Pricefield, being released soon. Stay golden, pony boy. \\/