Prologue
Dylan's POV:
"It's a gorgeous, healthy baby girl," Dr. Fisher, the doctor of the pack informed me, "and she was in quite the hurry to be in the world. One of the quickest births I've ever witnessed in all my years of practice," I let out a bark of relieved laughter, and Blaed helped cut the umbilical cord. He brought her over to me, in the soft pink blanket, and I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
"You did it baby," Blaed kissed my forehead, and I moved to kiss his lips, my hand resting on the baby's little chest.
"It looks like her twin is coming in at a close second," the doctor informed me, " get ready to push, Dylan," I took a deep breath, and Blaed handed the baby to a nurse, taking my hand again.
My son was much more difficult. He took his time, but, in another 45 minutes, I had him in my arms, too. Blaed picked up our babies, and lay down in the bed with me;
"Good job," he kissed my forehead, I laughed,
"How's your hand?" he flexed it,
"I'll be okay," I looked down into my little boy's face; he was fast asleep, but I could tell he was a perfect blend of his father and me, just like our baby girl. I looked up at Blaed,
"Landon?" I swallowed back tears at the sudden wave of remembrance and emotion. The death of our good friend would never leave me, and I didn't want it to.
"Landon," he agreed, I let just one roll down my cheek, and he swiped it away with his thumb, "he would have wanted to be here. And how about this little darling?" he shifted our baby girl from my arms to his, and she swallowed, shifting in her sleep. We watched her for a moment, then he suggested, "how about Lauren?" I smiled, and nodded, it suited her.
"Landon and Lauren," I kissed each of them as I said their names. Blaed handed me them both, and I hummed to them as Blaed and I started to fall asleep with them in our arms.
Blaed's POV:
It seemed like moments later that I was being shoved awake by members of the pack; congratulations and cigars with blue and pink wrappings were being passed around, I looked at the love of my life, and the two new additions to that love. It was almost unbelievable that this was actually happening. I actually had children and a wife. I was actually the happiest man on earth. Emily walked over, and began passing the babies around to the pack,
"Hey, be careful with her!" I yelled, as she passed Lauren to Paul. I felt overprotective, and I didn't care. That was my baby girl; no one was going to hurt her, ever.
"Blaed," Dylan looked white, "I need to call my mother! I completely forgot, I was so… absorbed! It went so fast!" I whipped out my cell, and called her,
"Hello?" Bella's voice came in clearly,
"Bella? The babies are here. It went so fast we totally forgot to call you guys!" She sounded relieved,
"We know, Blaed. Alice is psychic, remember. We thought you didn't want us there…Are they safe and healthy?"
"Absolutely,"
"Good. Well, we won't impose, just come over when you have the chance,"
"But-"
"Blaed, you and I both know that if we come over there, despite the treaty, something will go wrong, and I don't want to risk injuring the babies or Dylan. Tell her I say congratulations, and see you soon."
"We'll be over within the next couple of days; Dylan is already feeling fine again. You know us werewolves, we heal quickly."
"I know, I'll see you soon?"
"And Dylan, and Landon, and Lauren,"
"Goodbye, dear."
"Bye, Bella." The line went dead.
Okay, so you know she has a boy and a girl; Landon and Lauren.