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So, here it is another birthday. This wasn't exactly how I had pictured my twenty second birthday. I sighed when I thought of my friends from Glass House. I knew that Elizabeth and Samual were excited to go see Aunt Eve and Uncle Michael. I loved how my sweet innocent babies were so close to there father yet he didn't even know.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to go see Eve and Michael, seeing as how Amelie, Myrnin, Oliver, and Richard all needed me to attend a counsel meeting. I didn't want to go but I had to. It didn't help that Amelie was actually a relative of mine, along with Myrnin but that wasn't something that I cared about at the moment. All I really wanted was for Shane, the third youngest vampire to wake up and realize that he was a father!

That wasn't going to happen. I remember on my eighteenth birthday, Shane proposed but he broke off the engagement, once he discovered that Amelie was planning on turning me into a vamp. I hated that he did that to me, to only discover that he, Eve, and I would all be turned but I was going to be last. Thus making me the youngest of all vampires but at the same time, the most powerful. Something, I didn't want at all.

When, I found out I was pregnant, I went to Shane to tell him that he was going to be a father. Michael and Eve didn't seem to be home. I went to his room and found it empty. I suddenly heard something coming from my room. I walked over and pushed the door open.

There on my bed was Shane kissing Monica Morell. I felt all of the color drain from my face. I wanted to be sick. I started to sob and quickly ran to bathroom, where I promptly regergitated my lunch. I don't think Shane even stopped his little makeout session when he heard the sobs.

After I was done being sick, I went started walking downstairs. I saw that Michael and Eve were walking up the stairs. Michael saw the look on my face and knew that I had seen Shane. Michael just pulled me into a hug as I sobbed into his chest, not quite reaching his shoulder. Michael just held me as I sobbed and Eve did the same.

The three of us had gone downstairs into the kitchen to talk. Eve sat down in one seat, while I sat in another. Michael opted to stand.

"Claire-Bear, what's wrong?" Eve asked.

"I came to tell Shane some news," I said my voice cracking.

"What kind of news?" Michael asked.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered so softly, I wasn't sure that Eve had heard me.

"You're what?" A voice asked from behind us.

I turned around to see Shane, standing in the doorway. He didn't look happy, his hands were clentched into fists at his sides.

I didn't know what to say, so I reluctantly nodded. He slammed the kitchen door open before he ran out of the room and ran up stairs. I heard the door slam shut. I winced at the sound of that, so did Michael.

"Who's the father?" Eve asked in soft voice, which sounded odd for her. She was still gothed up as ever but it didn't matter.

"It's Shane, isn't it, Claire?" Michael had asked me. I knew that I wasn't going to lie to them.

I nodded my head again. I sighed knowing that I would have to wait seven or six months before I joined the vamps in town. During those six months, Shane and Eve would be turned. Eve knew about it but Shane, yeah, not so much. He would probably rather die, than join the vamps.

"OMG, CB, why didn't you tell him?" Eve asked. She looked like she wanted to go kill Shane but I grabbed her hand, silently telling her that I needed her help more than Shane did.

"He would have denied it. He would have said that it was someone else's. It's Shane, when has he ever taken responsibility for his actions?" I asked.

That was the worst day in my life. Six short months later, I gave birth to twins. Eve, Amelie, Myrnin, Oliver, Michael, and Richard were there. They all wanted to see the newest Danvers-Collins that had entered the world. I was thankful that I wasn't alone like I thought I was, ever since my parents had died. I was thankful that I had people looking after me and my two little angels.

I sighed as I grabbed a bag that had all of the things that my children would need at Glass House. I quickly ran into the kitchen and grabbed both of my children, as they attempted to break into the cookie jar. I just laughed as I grabbed them and ran them out to my silver, Volvo C70. It wasn't sunny out but I still had an umbrella just in case.

After I buckled both Elizabeth and Sam in. I ran to the front seat and we were off to Glass House, to see Aunt Eve and Uncle Mike. It was only a five minute drive to Glass House, I could have walked but I didn't want to end up catching flames infront of my two three year old children.

As I pulled up in front of Glass House, I saw movement coming from the front window. The curtain had moved. I looked over to see that nothing wass there. I sighed and quickly unbuckled my two little monsters. After they were both out, they ran up the path that led to the house. I smiled as I watched Elizabeth push Sam, both wanting to the ring the doorbell.

Elizabeth won and pushed the bell, both waiting for Uncle Mike or Aunt Eve to open the door. Both were surprised when they saw that it was Shane who had opened the door. I looked at him curiously, wondering why he was here. Usually when I drop off the kids he's never here.

"Hello," Shane said as he looked down at his children.

"You're not Uncle Michael," Sam said, his head tilted to the side as if to get a better look at Shane.

"No, I'm-" Shane started to say but luckily Michael came to the rescue.

"Shane, what's going on?" Michael asked.

I cleared my throat and both Michael and Shane looked at me. "Michael," I said before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Shane." I said with a sigh as I walked into the house with both of my children trailing behind me.

"OMG, it's CB, Eli-Bean, and Sam-I-Am," Eve said as she saw her niece and nephew walk into the room.

"Hey, Eve, I hope you don't mind watching them. I have to be at a counsel meeting in about twenty minutes," I said already knowing that she would love to take care of them.

"Go, I would love to take care of them," she said with a smile. I gave Elizabeth and Sam each a kiss on the cheek before I was practically pushed out the door by Eve.