"Dudley Dursley? My name is Lee Jones and I'm calling from London Women's hospital. Your wife has gone into labour."

As soon as Dudley slammed down the telephone receiver, he walked as fast as he could without running to get permission to leave work early. After all, this was a big day. On his way to the hospital, inching slowly just over the speed limit, he was recalling just how he had gotten to be the luckiest man on earth. The day he met Alison Morgan.

It was the very first day of 11th grade. He'd finally convinced his parents to let him change schools. He hated Smeltings with a passion. Anyway, he was the 'new kid', and Alison was the most popular person in school. Both of them fancied the other, but would never admit it, for fear of rejection. About half-way through the school year they became the best of friends when, all of a sudden, Alison lost all her popularity because of a prank pulled on her by the school bully, Piers Polkiss, Dudley's former 'best friend'. They had never really talked to each other much until that day. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He was there comforting her while she sobbed on his shoulder. After that, they were almost inseparable, but they were just friends. You could tell both of them wanted so much more, but they were blind to the other's feelings.

Alison was on the school Softball team. They were at the grand finals playing for £1000 prize money that would go towards furthering the school sports equipment. The score was 13-10 to the opposing team with Alison up to bat and bases loaded in the last half of the last inning. As the first pitch comes in, it cuts the inside corner of the plate. Alison steps but doesn't swing. "STRIKE ONE!" The second pitch comes in but going badly awry. "Ball." As the next one comes in, Alison can see that this has to be the most beautiful pitch she's ever seen, as the ball nears the plate, she steps, brings her hips to face the front and the bat follows. As it collided with the ball, you can hear a deafening CRACK! The ball was almost out of sight as the person on third base touched home plate, followed soon after by the person who was on second. The outfielders were running to try to get the ball back to stop runs getting scored, but it was almost too late. The person who was on first now ran across home plate, evening the score. It's all down to Alison. If she can't get home, then the inning would be over and the opposing team would bat into overtime to get a winner. Alison contacted third base and, seeing the ball still out in the outfield, decides to make a sprint for home. Running as fast as her legs could possibly carry her, she slid into home just before the ball got there. As the dust settled, the umpire called "SAFE!"

Game over. Dudley who was watching the game, as just her friend, ran onto the field to congratulate her. After all, she got the winning run. He hugged her, but caught up in the moment, she kissed him, which quickly turned into a full on snog. After what felt like hours, Alison pulled away, her face panic stricken. Dudley with a small smile on his face leaned in to kiss her again. This one lasted longer and everybody was staring. The famous "best friends" were finally together. Everyone but them could see how much they had both fancied each other.

Dudley finally arrived at the hospital and ran straight to the reception desk.

"Excuse me ma'am," he blurted out breathlessly. "Can you please tell me where Alison Dursley is? I'm her husband. I got a call saying she'd gone into labour."

"Yes sir, she's in the maternity ward, Floor 2, Birth room 4." She replied as she scrolled through the computer's files of patient's details.

He quickly ran the way she had pointed him and was outside the room in no time. He walked in to see Alison lying on the bed with a nurse at the end of the bed.

"Dudley!" she exclaimed as he walked in.

The nurse turned around and asked, "Excuse me, sir, are you a relative?"

"Yes nurse, I'm Dudley Dursley, her husband," Dudley replied irritably. He just wanted to see his wife for God's sake!

"Well, in that case, your wife is currently at 4cm. We need to wait until she is at 10cm before the baby is ready to be born, I'll leave you two alone for a while. Just press the button beside the bed if you need anything, we'll be checking you regularly." With that said, the nurse walked out of the room.

"Oh Al, I'm so nervous, yet so excited at the same time, our first child. I'm kind of glad that we decided to wait to know the baby's sex but you also know how impatient I am."

"Dudley, I feel almost exactly the same way. Oh, and by the way, I thought we should use this time to decide on two names, one for a girl and one for a boy, so we don't have to worry about it later, we can just enjoy our time with our child." All the while, Dudley was nodding his head in agreement. "I kind of like the name Sagan, for a girl and Lincoln for a boy."

"Perfect." He whispered. "Our little girl Sagan, or our little boy Lincoln. What about middle names?"

"Lincoln Aaron Dursley, or Sagan Isabella Dursley, what do you think?" Alison seemed nervous, as if she was scared of Dudley's disapproval. Dudley quickly made sure her fears were eradicated.

"I think you're the most wonderful person ever in existence. I don't want to see you in the pain you're going to be in when our baby is being born; I love you too much. But you need me here to hold your hand; you need me here more than I want to be away from your pain. I'm not going to leave you for a second, I promise."

As the nurse walked back in, he moved to the side to allow her to measure again. "Mrs Dursley, you're now currently at 7cm. It's not long now."

After the birth, Alison lay on the bed, covered in sweat, holding a newborn baby boy, and Dudley was sitting beside her, cradling a newborn baby girl. Twins.

"We probably should've looked at the ultrasound," Dudley said, worried, "even if we didn't want to know the sexes. I..."

"Dudley, it's alright," Alison cut in amusedly. "We have what we've always wanted, a family."

Dudley sighed. "I love you Lincoln, Sagan and Al. You're the three most important people in my life and I couldn't live without you."

While Alison, Lincoln and Sagan were still at the hospital, Dudley had gone home to organize the nursery. He needed to go out and buy an extra crib, dresser and more baby clothes, the neutral coloured clothes they'd gotten before the birth, he split in half and put each half in a separate dresser. Then he put the pink clothes in one of the dressers and the blue ones in the other. Since he was now on paternity leave for a week, he decided the time not spent in the hospital would be spent painting the nursery. Half the room was pink, half was blue, straight down the middle. On the pink side, was Sagan's dresser and crib; on the blue side was Lincoln's.