I don't own FOTR but I do own Gully and Bayuoah

Tzeitel had gone into labor and delivered in the early morning hours. It was four AM when the midwife came in and told Motel he could come and meet his child.

"What did we have," Motel asked

"Come and see," the midwife said leading him into the bedroom where Tzeitel lay with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in her arms. She looked exhusted and at the same time happy.

"Her labor was very hard," the midwife explained

"And very, very, very worth it," Tzeitel said, "Oh Motel can we name her Gully"

"Gully," he said testing it out softly taking the baby, "I love it but why Gully"

"It means a mother's love and dearest to a father's heart"

"It fits," he said gazing lovingly at his infant.

When he found out Tzeitel was pregnant he knew he would love that baby. Because of the way she carried they were both sure she was having a boy. They even picked a name, Bayuoah. Motel loved him… well loved her… even before she was born. This baby was the best of Tzeitel and of himself.

"Are you disapointed," Tzeitel asked, "I know you wanted a boy"

"She's mine and I love her," Motel said, "I did want a boy but I got this girl and this girl is better then any boy"

All of a sudden Tzeitel doubled over again.

"You must leave," the midwife said, "take the baby and prepare her. I will tend to Tzeitel."

Motel being obident to a fault left with the baby. He paced for hours and tried to sooth the baby at the same time. At 8:37 in the morning the midwife came out again. She was smiling.

"Is Tzeitel-"

"She's fine," the midwife said, "quite exhusted but fine"

"What was causing her such pain?"

"Come and see for yourself," the midwife said

Lying in Tzeitel arms was another baby… this one a boy.

"Oh Tzeitel," he whispered to her sleeping form

Gully cooed at the sight of her little brother and gurgled. Tzeitel and Motel loved both their babies and as they grew they noted that Bayuoah differed from Gully in many ways. He was a lot more mellow then she was. She was always ready to make herself known.

"What shall they be like," Motel asked Tzeitel one day when the twins were 8.

"They shall be whoever they are," Tzeitel said, "and whatever and whoever they are we shall love them. They are ours Motel and we love them"