A/N: You will probably have to use your imagination quite a bit on this fanfic because my explination isn't very good in this.

Artemis paced Robina's surgery waiting room. The twelve year old girl had a doctorate in chemistry, biology, phisics and general science, who would have thought? Although in Arcadian years that meant that she was twelve thousand years old, still, not many teenagers, besides himself, would have the ability to open a public surgery. Arcadians weren't known for their intellingence, like centuars, but Robina was an exception. A huge exception. It is still a mystery why Robina is Holly's cousin because with her golden scales, fangs, long brown hair and five foot nine heigt they look nothing alike. But her name was Robina Elizabeth Short and their blood match came up positive so no one could object. All of these ramblings went on in Artemis' head until his bodyguard placed a fim hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a seat.

"You need to rest," came the familiar voice of Butler, "And I know you won't go to bed so at least sit."

Artemis ran a hand over his face; his hair was messy, his features were ravaged with worry and he had stubble on his chin and upper lip.

Trouble Kelp came and sat by him, "Don't worry so much. As long as you don't do what I did when Juliet was having Tommy, it'll be fine."

Artemis thought of Trouble and Juliet's son Tommy. Then he thought of the havoc Trouble had caused. He shuddered, the Commander had only stopped when he saw Juliet and the bundle because he had fainted.

"I don't think that even a human of my ability could pull that off again," mummbled Artemis.

Foaly joined the small group.

"Well he does have a reason to worry. I mean it's not everyday you're the father of fairy twins. Him and Holly getting married was a shock, Holly pregnancy was an even bigger one and twins well… wow," he concluded.

Everyone nodded. Juliet burst through the double doors, grinning. They all jumped out of their seats and ran over to her.

"How is she?" asked Artemis quickly.

"Well," said Juliet running over to the cupboard, "She didn't have twins as we expected."

The boys screeched to a halt.

"What?" they shouted.

Juliet grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Put it this way," she laughed, "You'll need one pot of food per baby."

She put a mound of baby food next to him. Artemis counted.

"Twenty!" he choked.

"No," Juliet said, "I'll take those."

She took an armfull and put them on the side leaving him with… three pots of baby food.