Author's Note: If you are to leave a review, please wish my baby brother a happy birthday, as on the day this story was published, it is his 11th Birthday! He is incredibly annoying, but I wouldn't change him for the world.

Happy Birthday Joe! And as I promised, here is the story I said I would publish on your birthday.

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Sheldon dabbed the wet cloth on his wife's forehead, as she fell back in exhaustion. She pushed his hand away as he silently laughed. Looking up, she stared at him. He swiftly looked down at his feet, tapping them uncontrollably.

"Can you stop that?" She puffed,

"Sorry, they're just keeping us waiting, and you know how much I hate it when people do this."

Amy looked over at him,

"Yes, you have expressed many times how much you incredibly hate having to wait. But, they'll be here in a minute." She sighed.

Sheldon started tapping his fingers on his legs. He moved his foot and the chair swivelled forward. He jumped up, staring at the chair. Amy tried not to laugh because it hurt, but she couldn't hold back the giggles.

"Sheldon, it's just a chair!"

"Just a chair?! It's an abomination! Who makes a chair that moves?"

"It's a chair!"

He slowly and carefully sat back down, looking down at the chair, then back at Amy, who was staring at him, giggling.

They both turned to the door as Howard snuck his head through and asked if they could come in. Amy said yes, and the guys piled in.

"Hey, where're the girls?" Sheldon asked, looking out the door.

"Oh, they've taken the kids to the top floor cause they were bored, they'll be here in a minute."

Exactly three minutes and thirty-six seconds later, Penny walked in with Bernadette.

"Dad!"

A young boy ran up into Sheldon's legs, grabbing his knees and trying to pull him to the ground.

"Georgie, what have I told you, You're two foot eleven inches. I'm six foot twelve inches, you wouldn't get me down."

"Fine, but one day I will get you down."

"Uhh, No you won't."

"Uhh, Yes I will!"

"Guys!" Amy stammered.

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Visiting hours were over and Sheldon and Amy were left alone in the room. She was now three hours postpartum. They were both getting anxious, Sheldon was now pacing around the room. While Amy was quietly panicking in the bed.

The nurse walked in pulling the clear bassinet in the room, apologizing for the wait.

"It was worth it..." Sheldon explained looking down.

She left the bassinet next to the bed and walked out. Sheldon dragged the chair closer and he lifted their daughter out of the bassinet and handed her to Amy. He sat down on the chair and looked at her twin brother, lifting him up.

They both cradled them close. Never wanting to let go.

"And before you ask, No. Their names aren't going to be Luke and Leia!" Amy laughed,

"Damn!" He sighed.

"Although, They were born on Star Wars Day, and Luke is a pretty cute name..."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asked.

"George and Luke Cooper... It works."

Sheldon smiled at his wife, and then down at his newborn son,

"Hi, Luke..." He sighed and said, "No, I don't see that catching on"

"Sheldon, you've just got to get used to saying it. It took you a while to get used to saying George's name."

"Fine. Luke. Luke. Luke. Luke. Luke. Luk-"

"Sheldon!"

"Sorry." He said, still mumbling the name under his breath, "Okay, I'm used to it now."

She crashed her head against the pillow, sighing.

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Amy lifted her head up to the cry of one of the babies. She saw in the corner of her eye that Sheldon was over there, rocking the bassinet back and forth and shushing him quiet. She sat up and Sheldon asked if he had woken her,

"No"

"Oh, good."

She sat there smiling as Sheldon sang to their fussing twins, But nothing seemed to calm them.

Amy looked over and the couch and saw that Sheldon had his laptop open. She asked what it was. He said it was a baby website, that took the baby's sibling names and generated a name.

"Has it come up with some good ones?"

"Well, it came up with Kourtney, Eliza, Bailey, and things like that. But I have a few favourites."

"Like what?" She asked.

"Well, I loved Lydia, Victoria, Tess and Ruby. But my favourite is Avery."

"That's a cute one."

"Which one?"

"Avery."

"Really?" He asked,

"Yeah. George, Luke and Avery. It truly goes."

"Luke and Avery Cooper." He smiled.

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