Pain. That was all Jason felt as the pressure built. He had been in labor for hours, silently begging the pain to stop, but he hadn't felt the baby begin to go down. At least this one is the last. Jason looked over at the bundle that was sleeping in the makeshift bassinet as the pain ebbed away. Catching his breath, Jason prepared himself for the next wave of pain. When it came time to push, Jason give it his all. He felt the baby begin to go down, a bit faster than the previous one. The contraction ended and Jason stopped, breathing heavily as he fell back against his pillows. The next contraction came sooner than Jason expected but he didn't care. He pushed with every bit of energy he had until he felt the tiny body slide from his.

I can't believe that much blood came out of me. I didn't even think I had any. Gross. Jason shook his head in disgust as he threw out the dirty sheets. The long hours of pain were over and Jason had two bundles to show for his effort. He looked over his daughters as they slept. One had black hair while the other had blonde hair. They're beautiful, Jason. Jason smiled as he heard his mother's voice. It made him glad to hear that she approved of his daughters. As Jason basked in the moment, he quickly unsheathed his machete and turned towards his door. Murder showed in his eyes as the fierce need to protect his daughters coursed through him. Michael held his hands up in defense, showing his lover that he wasn't threat. It's alright, Jason. It's only Michael. It took awhile for Mrs. Voorhees to approve of Michael being with her son, but seeing how calm and happy Jason was when Michael was around made her see he was alright. Jason calmed down when he realized it really was Michael. He sheathed his machete and then looked at the floor, feeling slightly ashamed that he almost attacked Michael.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I just got a little protective."

Michael walked into the room and pulled Jason into a hug. He looked over at his daughters and understood how Jason felt.

"It's alright. I understand how you feel."

Michael chuckled to himself as he watched one of his daughters yawn in her sleep. To Michael, it felt strange not having the urge to kill the newborns but at the same time, it felt nice. The voice in his head told Michael that his daughters were going to follow in his and Jason's footsteps, making the whole town fear Camp Crystal Lake. Michael liked having people fear him. It gave him a sense of power and made him laugh on the inside when ever someone shook with fear as he approached to take their life.

"Michael?"

Michael pulled away and looked at his lover, seeing uncertainty in his eyes.

"What is it?"

"How are we going to raise them? We don't know anything about childcare. And what if they cry when someone's around? Some teenager could hear them and take them away from us."

Michael saw the worry in Jason's eyes and knew he was right. Neither of them knew how to take care of a baby and if they did cry when someone' around, they could get taken. But if the slashers tried to raise the twins on their own, they could both die from being malnourished or something like that. Michael sighed as he realized what had to be done.

"Jason, I hate to say it, but I think we need to give them up."

Anger and disbelief flashed in Jason's eyes. "WHAT!? WHY!?"

"You just said that neither one of us knows how to take care of a child and they could get taken away if someone finds them. But there is also the chance that they could get killed if we chase after whoever takes them. If that doesn't happen they could die from lack of proper care and that is something I don't want to see. I've torn apart many families by killing teenagers, but one family I don't want torn apart is ours. We have to give them up. Just for a little while, at least until they're old enough to know how to take care of themselves. Then we can take them back and be a family again."

Jason looked away, thinking through what Michael said. He knew that the twins would get better care they were taken to a place in town, but Jason didn't want to let his daughters go. Jason, I believe Michael is right. Think about the babies. They need special care and you won't be able to provide that. Take them into town and leave them at the orphanage. They'll be taken care of properly and when they're older, you can take them back. It'll work out in the end, sweetheart. I promise.

Jason sighed as a tear fell down his face. He didn't want to, but he had to. For the sake of the babies. He looked at Michael, who had been watching Michael quietly, waiting for his answer.

"Ok. We'll take them into town tonight. There's a place that takes in children who don't have parents."

Michael could see how upset Jason was but he knew they were doing the right thing. Carefully, he picked up one of his daughters and wrapped her in another blanket. It was chilly out and Michael didn't want his daughter to get sick. After Jason did the same, both slasher made their way out of the Voorhees house and trekked through the woods towards town.

The orphanage was silent, but that didn't cover the fact that there were people inside. Jason looked at his daughter as she slept in his arms. He felt tears fall down his face as he realized this was the last time he would hold her for awhile. He looked at Michael and saw that he knew the same thing.

"Let's do this before we change our minds."

Michael nodded and together, the slashers gently placed their daughters on the door mat. When they were all set, Michael rang the doorbell. Quickly, he and Jason walked away. Jason looked back once more before disappearing into the woods. You did the right thing, Jason. I'm proud of you. Usually comforted by his mother's voice, Jason found no comfort as he followed Michael back to Camp Crystal Lake.