It was December 13th, 1965. In 12 days, it would be Christmas. But for Perry and Della Mason, it wouldn't be no ordinary Christmas. In just a few days, they would have twins!
It was 6:00am when Perry woke up. Della was still asleep. He was worried and happy at the same time. He was happy because he was going to be a father. He was worried if he would be a good father or not. He took a shower, got dressed, and woke Della up so they could go down to the office.
"Della?"
"Good morning, Mr. Mason."
"Good morning, Mrs. Mason. Why don't you go get dressed and I'll make breakfast. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Oh. And Perry?"
"Yes?"
"Don't try to set the house on fire like last time."
After she said those words, Perry left with a grin. What a woman, he thought. As he walked down the stairs, he was watching the news. The news said that Governor of California was dead. Perry thought: This is my chance. I can be governor. I can give my kids a good life.
As he worked fixing breakfast, Della came down dress in a silk blue dress. That wasn't her normal outfit. Uh-oh. This could mean one thing: She was in labor!
"Perry, I think it's time!"
"OK! Let me go call Paul!"
As he ran to the phone, he was thinking: Should he be governor? He ran to the phone, dialed Paul and Helen's phone number (Helen is Paul's wife, of course), and they rushed to the house. Della went into the hospital first, Perry second, and Helen and Paul last.
It was 5 hours Perry stayed in the waiting room. During that time, Perry thought about announcing his candidacy. Then, the nurse came to Perry, Paul, and Helen.
"Well?" Perry said.
"Your wife had a healthy baby boy and a healthy baby girl."
Helen and Paul gave their congratulations and handshakes and hugs. Even though Paul's child wasn't due for a month, he knew it would feel great.
"Perry, their beautiful!"
"What's their name?"
"Perry, Jr. and Alexandra."
They both took turns holding the babies. Paul and Helen hold the babies too. Then Perry knew he
