A\N: So I discovred this wonderful movie series a short time ago and became obsessed with it. I just love it so much and it makes me feel so good, which is a good thing because I'n struggling with some things right now. This story idea came into my head and wouldn't leave, so I wrote and posted it. Since I wrote and posted it all tonight there may be some mistakes, although I did my best to edit it. I'm not sure how in-chatacer it is but I hope I did alright. I'm nervous as some of the other stories I read on here are pretty good. I may continue this story and most more. I certainly already have some ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Warinings: None

Spoilers: None


Chapter 1

Shane O'Toole rubbed her abdomen as she attempted to concentrate on the work on her laptop. She had been feeling uneasy pains all morning, but since her OBGYN told her to expect false labour pains she wasn't too worried about it. Now however as the pains became slightly worse she realized she was in actual labour. She was three weeks early but since she was carrying twins her doctors had warmed her that was perfectly acceptable. Shutting her computer she realized she should probably go to the hospital, even if her contractions weren't that close together.

"Any luck on-" Rita walked into the DLO and stopped as she saw the look on her best friend's face. "Do you need me to drive you to the hospital? Denver Mercy Hospital is the closest one. And I know that's where your doctor is anyways so that's good. You can call Norman from the car and he'll tell Oliver. They can meet us there."

"Okay," Shane nodded her head. It was at times like this that she had wished her husband would get a cell phone. If he hadn't been with Norman she would have had a very hard time getting in touch with him. She knew though that if he hadn't been with Norman he wouldn't have gone. He had wanted to stay with her but she had said she was fine and urged him to go. At that point he'd been giving her a headache as he was asking her if she was okay every fifteen minutes or so.

The drive to the hospital was normal and Rita helped Shane get checked in. She was a big comfort to her friend as she'd given birth almost two years ago to her and Norman's daughter Stella. Rita stayed with Shane as she got checked into a room and looked over. The doctor explained that it was good she cam but warned she could be in for a long day and possible night as well. Shane looked at the white walls of the hospital room and groaned. If there was something she hated it was staying anywhere for to long. She rubbed her abdomen and hoped her twins would come soon, she was anxious to meet them but not so of the pain associated with giving birth.

"Shane!" Oliver's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as he sprinted into the room. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, "How are you feeling? What did the doctor say?" He asked.

"The contractions aren't that bad now, and the doctor said it could be a long day," She sighed as she looked at her watch. It was only eleven o'clock. "You brought my bag," She grinned as she saw the black bag Oliver was carrying. In that bag contained everything Shane had thought she'd need while giving birth, as well as some things for the babies.

"I knew I wouldn't want to leave later," Oliver handed his wife over the backpack, "If you give me your cell phone I'll call our families," He reached his hand out.

"Don't break it this time," She smirked, "I still don't know how you managed to set the language to Greek.

"Neither do I," Oliver confessed, "But I promise I'll be extra careful this time. I'll call your mother first so she can catch a flight out from D.C. as early as possible.

"Yes, thank you," Shane nodded her head.

"I'm going to go back to the office with Norman," Rita told Shane as Oliver again left the room "That way you have Oliver's car here. Which is important because it has the baby seats in it," She rambled, 'But we'll be back as soon as the babies are born. Maybe even with Stella." Rita walked over to the bed and hugged Shane

"Thank you Rita," Shane hugged her back, "And yes please bring Stella. I know she's excited to meet the babies, even if she does think boys are gross."

Rita laughed, "I think Norman likes her thinking that."

"I'm sure he does," She agreed as she watched Rita leave.

Fifteen hours later Shane was finally almost ready to deliver the babies. She'd gone through more pain then she ever thought was humanly possible. She was tired, sore all over her body and very irritable. Having snapped at Oliver on a number of occasions. Still though she had to go through the hardest part of labour now. She didn't have any strength left in her yet somehow she managed to push, and half an hour later she heard the most beautiful sound in the world, her son's cry. She turned to look at Oliver whose eyes were misty from crying. Ten minutes after that Shane's second son was born and she collapsed on the bed, so happy that it was all over.

"You're amazing, I love you," Oliver whispered as he kissed her, "Thank you."

Shane didn't answer; she was too worried about the nurses and doctors looking over her babies. "Are they okay?" She asked to no one in particular.

"They're fine," A nurse handed her one of the babies, another nurse giving Oliver the other one.

Shane looked down at her son and just started sobbing. She couldn't believe that after all of the months of he and his brother were finally here. It didn't seem like that long ago that she had found out she was pregnant. Whipping away her tears as best as she could she looked down at her son. She knew, in reality he didn't really look like either her or Oliver yet, but she was certain he looked like Oliver, and considering the babies were identical twins that meant his brother looked the same. She turned her head to look at Oliver; he wasn't paying much attention as he was looking at the baby in his arms. Once Shane was back in her hospital room the new family was finally alone.

"Have I told you how much I love you? Oliver looked at Shane as he carefully sat down beside her on the bed. Looking at his wife and two sons he realized he'd probably never be happier. He had prayed for a family and someone to love for so long. Yet when he and Shane had first met it had been a long road for them to finally start to date. Now, every day she taught him something and he was always reminding her how much he loved her.

"Yeah, I think so," Shane laughed as her eyes began to close, although she kept jolting awake.

"You deserve a rest," Oliver pressed a kiss to her cheek, "I'll call everyone and then come back here. We can all sleep," He joked, as both babies were now asleep.

"Until they wake up," Shane yawned again.

"Yeah," Oliver agreed. He stood up and placed the baby he was holding into the small crib beside the bed. He then walked over to the other side of the bed and placed the baby Shane was holding in the other crib, "What are their names?" He asked as he looked lovingly at his sons. They had a few names that they both liked but Oliver had told her she deserved the final decision. After all she was the one giving birth to them not him. Shane had tried to debate him on it but he was certain to let her name them.

"Lucas Gabriel O'Toole and Matthew Oliver O'Toole," Shane told him.

Oliver opened his mouth and then closed it. Using his name was never anything they ever talked about. It wasn't anything Oliver had even considered. "Shane I…" He stumbled for his words, as he often did when he got nervous or over emotional.

"Gabriel the Archangel is the Patron Saint of Postal Workers and you Oliver are the finest Postal Worker I have ever known. It seems fitting that the middle names share a similar theme," She pointed out.

"Thank you," Oliver leaned down to kiss her again. He began to tuck her under the covers and soon she was asleep. After making sure Lucas and Matthew were still asleep he stepped out of the hospital room to make the phone calls.

TBC (Maybe)


A\N: Please tell me what you thought of it and if I should continue or not.