My first Ghost Whisperer Fic. I don't actually watch that much Ghost whisperer, so figure me in advance for the probable numerous mistakes. My friend and I agreed to swap fanfiction shows, xD She's writing for NCIS and I'm writing for Ghost whisperer.

Please correct my mistakes, and does anybody know the name of Melinda's mother?

Disclaimer: Not mine

June 2008

Melinda looked out across the waiting room; Jim squeezed her hand gently reassuring her. She looked up at him and smiled, his arm wound around her shoulders and pulled her gently into him. She leant into his body feeling his warmth. Just then a woman came into the room and read Melinda's name off a board. Melinda and Jim rose together and followed the woman out of the room and into a long white painted corridor. She led them silently into a small consultation room.

There was a bed in the middle of the room, a chair on either side. A machine was quietly sitting next to the head of the bed. Melinda was instructed to lie on the bed, she did so and Jim sat next to her, one hand grasping hers, the other laid across her stomach. The nurse pointedly looked at Jim who wheeled his chair back to be closer to the head of the bed. The doctor gently lifted Melinda's top to reveal her swollen belly.

The doctor squeezed some bluey-green jelly onto Melinda's stomach causing her to wriggle at the drop in temperature. The doctor smiled encouragingly at her before placing a small probe onto her stomach. She wriggled it around a bit to try to identify a picture. After a few minutes she seemed satisfied with what she had detected. She turned the screen to face the young couple and they both smiled joyously. Melinda squeezing Jim's hand tighter.

"You're almost eight months. 34 weeks. Next time I'll be seeing you is when you come in to have the baby." She smiled again at the couple. She indicated to them that they could leave unless they have any questions. Jim helped Melinda up off the bed and the two walked out, clutching sonogram pictures of their soon to be born babies. Twins, they had both been scared, nervous and extremely excited when Melinda realised she was having twins.

Three Weeks Later

Melinda was being wheeled down a corridor, Jim was holding her hand tightly as her breathing became erratic for a few seconds. The nurse quickly wheeled her into a room and helped her out of the wheelchair and up onto the bed. The nurse and Jim readjusted the bed so that Melinda was comfortable. She smiled gratefully at her beloved husband, he sat back on the bed and squeezed her hand encouragingly.

"You're doing great babe. I'm right here, If you want to break my fingers go ahead." Melinda grinned and tried to swat him with her other arm but another contraction ripped through her body. The nurse, who had vacated the room arrived back with Melinda's doctor. She smiled at Melinda and Jim before asking the nurse a few questions. She then turned to Melinda.

"When did the contractions start?"

"About an hour ago now. I thought it was practice contractions, until my water broke about fifteen minutes later. It took us a while to," she paused clutching her stomach as another wave of pain shook her, "get here." She gasped out.

"How far apart are your contractions?" She paused at the looks on the couple's faces. "Approximately, more or less than a minute."

"I'd say about a minute now." Jim answered as Melinda was currently trying to regulate her breathing. The doctor nodded and went to examine Melinda, a few seconds later and she told Melinda that she was very nearly fully dilated and it wouldn't be that long until she gave birth. Melinda just nodded.

Within the next twenty minutes Melinda and Jim had become the proud parents of Isobel Jade Clancy-Gordon and Michael David Clancy-Gordon. Melinda was currently cradling Michael in her arms while Jim was walking up and down the room rocking Isobel softly as she slept soundly. Melinda was watching him with a look of total contentment on her face. She had discussed the possibility with Jim previously that one or both of the children may have her gift of being able to communicate with the dead. She had expected Jim to be thrown off by this but instead he seemed glad that at least if one of them could they would have their mother to teach them how to respect it. Melinda had been thrilled at how he had handled this situation.

Ten Months Later

Isobel and Michael were sat in their playpen, Michael was pushing toy cars around the floor around him while Isobel was tenderly brushing the hair on her doll. Melinda was sat at the table in the conservatory with them, her beloved children. She was typing away on her laptop, looking for birthday gifts for them. In two months they would turn one, she was surprised at how quickly that year had almost gone by.

She glanced over at her children, smiling lightly as Michael threw one of his cars up in the air and it landed behind Isobel, the little girl jumped and Melinda was about to say something but Isobel threw her doll at Michael before Melinda had a chance to interrupt. Melinda quickly darted up before Michael started throwing toys at Isobel and started a full blown riot, she stepped over the small plastic guard keeping them in their area and the two children looked up at her. Immensely happy their mother had come to sit with them.

Isobel quickly pulled herself to her feet and wobbled slightly. Neither could walk but both could stand up on their own, Michael had tried and failed to take a few steps already and after successfully hurting himself he had given up. Therefore Michael remained seated as Isobel held her little arms up to her mother who walked over to the children and sat down between them. Isobel pouted that her mother didn't pick her up, her dark hair falling across her face.

Isobel was the spitting image of her mother, whilst Michael took after his father, in looks at least, they had come to realise Isobel was surprisingly strong willed like her father. She refused to let Michael ever beat her at anything, she stood first and she spoke first. Michael was more laid back like his mother, the first thing he had beat Isobel at was trying to walk, he was eight minutes younger than Isobel and Jim and Melinda expected in the future Isobel would constantly remind him of this.

"Mama!" Isobel cried, desiring her mothers affections, Melinda held her arm out to Isobel who reached for it and fell onto her hands and knees. She crawled towards her mother, who smiled at her attempt at walking. She then held her arm out for Michael who didn't even stand, he just crawled straight towards her. She pulled them both into her arms and sat them on one of her legs each, facing each other. They snuggled up into her arms resting their heads on her chest.

"Hey Babies." She spoke softly to them, "You're brother and sister, you shouldn't throw things at each other, and you're even more special than brothers and sisters you know? You're twins. You should share a special connection, psychic links-"

"Psychic Links? What did they do? Stand up at the same time?" Jim said from behind her, she shifted slightly allowing both twins and her to turn to face the voice of her husband standing in the doorway wearing his uniform.

"Dada!" the two children shouted and reached up for him. Melinda put them on the ground and they crawled to the fence, pulling themselves up by the fence and reaching their arms out to him.

"Hey Kiddos." He called pulling them both into his arms and lifting them up to hug them. He turned to Melinda who was looking lovingly at him. "So? The psychic link?"

"Isobel threw her doll at Michael after he made her jump. I was just talking to them." Jim smiled at her before stepping into the children's play pen. He put the kids on the floor and embraced his wife, kissing her gently on the lips. The kids tugging at their ankles for their attention.

"I love you. Yanno?"

"I did actually." She replied grinning.

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Awww Twin Ghost whisperers! Aint that cute. Love Kate xxx