Gwen was sitting on the back porch, looking at what used to be her father's RV. It had said in his will that it was to go to her, while what money he did have was to go to Justin. She loooked down at her wrist, eyeing the braclet her dad gave her. Her eyes started to well up with tears, as memories came back. She thought back to her wedding, it was both the best and worst day of her life. She went into the house and grabbed a trash bag. She went to the RV and looked around inside. She started picking up his clothes then putting them in the bag. She wanted to give them to the good will. It didn't take long til all the stuff was in the bag then she tied it up and drove to the good will and donated them. She came home and found Trent in the garage, messing with his van.
"What are you doing Trent?"
"Just giving the love machine a little tune up." He said with a smile. Gwen gave him a weak smile then grabbed her stomach.
"You OK babe?" Trent asked with concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I think the girls just thought kicking mommy would be fu-." Her sentence was cut short as fluids ran out of her shorts, down her legs and onto the garage floor. "Oh fuck, I think we need to get to the hospital," she said with panic in her voice. Trent slammed the hood down and helped Gwen to her car. He got in the driver's seat and drove to the hospital. Gwen had pulled out her phone and was calling Sam to call everyone else. They pulled up to the hospital and Trent helped Gwen get to the ER quick.
"Help, my wifes going into labor." The doctors brought a gurney out and wheeled her to the delivery room with Trent hot on their heels. As they placed Gwen on a bed, Trent pulled a chair up beside the bed and held her hand. He gave it a comforting squeeze to let Gwen know he was there. 15 minutes later, their first daughter, Sandra Ann Harris was born. 7 minutes later, their other daugher, Samantha Sharon Harris was born. Gwen had passed out from the pain and Trent sat beside her until she woke up. She wanted to go see her babies, but she was too weak. Trent asked a nurse to bring the twins in and within a minute Gwen and Trent were holding their girls.
"We did it Gwen. We're parents."
"Yeah, this is going to be tough. And if I get pregnant again, I'm going to make sure you never use it again. Understand?"
"Yeah, by the way, on the way here when you told Sam to call everyone, who did you mean."
"Pixie Corpse, her boyfriend, Marilyn, Reaper, Justin, all our friends from Total Drama and the rest of the family."
"So if I walk into the waiting room, I'm going to find over 20 people sitting in there waiting for me?"
"Pretty much."
"I'm gonna get a cup of coffee so take Sandra and I'll let some of the family see them." He handed hs daughter to Gwen. He went into the waiting room and told the people waiting that they could see them. He went across the street to a Starbucks and got an Espresso Macchiato with cream. He walked back across to the hospital and was greeted by Justin and everyone from TDI. They all congratulated him on being a dad.
"Thanks guys." He said. They all started pelting him with questions. What did the girls look like, what are their names, who do you think they'll look like. It took him some time to get everyone calmed down.
"We don't know who they'll look like, they both have black hair, but Sandra has green eyes while Samantha has brown." Katie and Sadie squealed and everyone else said awwww.
TIME SKIP
2 days later Gwen and Trent walked out of the hospital, each carrying one of their girls. They went to Gwen's car and placed the girls in their baby seats. They drove home and were met by Justin. He was sitting on the front porch with his head in his hands. Gwen and Trent picked their kids up and went to the front porch. Trent unlocked the door and went inside with Samantha and Gwen sat down across from her brother.
"Justin whats wrong?"
"Me and Sam are kinda fighting. We got mad because I had a headache and she was complaining that I didn't help enough and we got into a shouting match and I kinda called her a biot and she smacked me. I told her I was leaving and going to stay with you. Do you guys care if I sleep in the backyard?"
"Uh let me ask Trent." She opened the front door and yelled in, "Trent, do you care if Justin stays for a while? He and Sam are having a fight."
"Yeah, he can have the couch." He yelled back.
"There ya go bro. You wanna hold your neice?" She asked. Justin nodded and Gwen handed Samantha to him.
"Wow Gwen, she looks like you. Which of the girls is this?"
"Samantha." Justin's eyes started to tear up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to speak about her right now."
"No, it's OK. You were just telling me my neice's name. It's just, we've never had a fight that ended with one of us leaving. This is heavy. I'm probably going to stay here tonight and I'll go home tommorrow and patch things up with her. I love her and I want to be with her."
"I know you do Jay, I know you do. This will blow over tommorrow."
"I hope you're right. I don't know what I would do without Sammy." Trent popped his head out the door.
"Gwen I laid Sandy down for a nap. have you seen my... uh..." He mimed something going up and down his face.
"Are you a homelesss meth addict doing anything for cash?"
"NO and holy shit fucking crap don't say that in front of company." He said as he, Gwen and even Justin started to laugh.
"See thats what we wanted to acheive, a smile and a chuckle from you." Gwen took Samantha from her uncle. The rest of the day went just like normal
The Next Day
Justin walked up the walk way to his home and actually dreaded going in. He gained his courage and walked in. On the couch was his wife. She was crying, her make up was running. She looked up and smiled. She got off the couch and ran at him. He grabbed her in a hug. He set her down and they sat on the couch.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you a bitch. It was an accident, I just got mad and it all just ran over."
"I know Jay, I was mad that you called me that word and you know I don't like hitting."
"If it makes you feel good, it did hurt." Sam laughed and hugged her husband and didn't let go for a long time.