My first series! Ain't it great? Okay, so in the beginning of this chapter I'd like to thank the few people whom commented on my very first story. Thank you sososososo much! You don't know how nice it was to hear my writing was beautiful. If you are reading this now, I'd like to thank you properly.

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You'll always be my Daddy.

Duncan chased his little girl around the living room, knocking over lamps and several other objects that were once sitting peacefully until an earthquake of four feet caused them to rattle and roll, right to the floor.

"I'm gonna getcha, Sammy!" He called, slowing down his speed purposefully so his little girl could catch an advantage.

"No you won't, daddy!" She called from behind her.

"Duncan! Stop horseplaying!" Courtney called out from the kitchen as she continued to stir a pot of spaghetti sauce, her loyal son helping her by grabbing herbs and spices and handing them to her gracefully.

Courtney never would have guessed how different her twin children are. Kyle, an obedient, calm, intelligent child. Samantha, a hyper, destructive, tomboy. Either way, she loved them both equally, even if she preferred Kyle's attitude over Sam's.

But Sam was Duncan's little delinquent, a daddy's girl, and while he loved both his children just as much as Courtney did, Sam was way easier to roughhouse with, mostly because she didn't care if she got dirty.

Now the kids were both five, and its still hard to believe that just a few years ago, Duncan had the fear that he'd lose his daughter forever when she came out a stillborn, but was brought to life when he hugged her so tightly, her heart began to beat again.

The kids still don't know the story of one being born, basically, dead, so neither know why their parents tear up when they talk about their birth.

But either way, they are still all a happy, healthy family.

Love Conquers all things. Love never Fails.

Kyle and Samantha's fourteenth birthday came quicker than a flash of lightning, and it was on this very day that Duncan and Courtney would confess to their children what they have been hiding from them for so long.

"Are you ready, hon?" Courtney asked as she rubbed her husbands back gently, urging for him to go out and tell them both face to face before she'd have to do it alone.

"I don't know, what if Kyle thinks that's just a reason to treat Sam better than him? I don't want my little boy feeling left out." Duncan looked nervous, very nervous. He wasn't good with telling the kids things that could change their lives forever, and telling Sam she was born dead may give her a different outlook on life, either positive or bad. But they needed to know, both of them.

"Just let them know that you love them both equally and you always will." Court said as she placed her head onto his shoulder.

"Alright, I can do it..." Duncan walked out of the bathroom, and into the living room, where his two kids were sitting patiently.

"Gosh, what took you so long? Seriously, what could you have to tell us that is just so important that you needed an hour to practice saying it?" Samantha said sarcastically, her head sitting upon her hand, and her neon green highlights flipped onto it. Kyle sat more sophisticated, hushing Sam's rude comment and paying close attention to his father.

"It's something very important, yes. Does it require sarcasm? No." Duncan eyed Samantha intently before changing his focus back to the subject at hand.

"Well, what is it?" Kyle finally snapped out. Duncan took a deep breath, and sat down.

"You guys were born prematurely. Four months, to be exact..." Duncan awaited their response.

"We kinda figured that out already, dad." Kyle said, arms crossed, and eyes slightly bored.

"How?" Duncan asked, very confused. He never toldthem that, how did they figure it out?

"Uh, mom told us our conception date when she was giving us 'The Talk.'" Samantha answered.

"And we compared it to our birth certificate dates." Kyle further explained.

"And the date was four months before our nine month due date." They said in unison.

"Samantha, you were a stillborn!" Courtney said as she walked out, seeing her husband was getting nowhere with the talk at hand.

"I was a, what?" Samantha looked directly at her mother, eyes wide, and very confused, "If I was a stillborn I wouldn't be alive."

"Your father squeezed you so tightly when you were, dead, that it kick started your heart." Courtney almost cried thinking of that horrific night, that ended so wonderfully.

Samantha didn't know how to take it, she was born dead, her father made her live again. She got up, and walked out of the living room, and into her room, then slammed the door shut.

"Should I go talk to her?" Courtney asked Duncan.

"No, leave her be. She's like me, she doesn't like to be bothered when she's upset. By tomorrow she'll be fine." Duncan reassured his wife.

"I hope so."

"God, I hope so."

Love is when you care for someone so much, you'd give your life for them. Hate is when you dislike someone so much, you'd wish they'd give their life for you.

Samantha sat in her room, listening to punk music, the walls covered with skulls, clothing scattered everywhere, magazines all over the floor, and of course, a bra hanging from the sealing fan. It looked much like the room Duncan grew up in, but, lets just say the bra wasn't his.

'CLACK CLACK'

Samantha jumped at the sudden noise at the window, and took off her headphones almost immediately.

'CLACK CLACK'

There it was again. Samantha rushed off her dirty purple mattress and over to window to investigate. She placed her warm hands on the bitter cold metal, and took as much strength as she had in her entire body to finally squeak it open, the cold winter breeze hitting her straight in the face.

"Sammy? You there?" A young boys voice called to her from below.

"Danny? Be quiet! My parent's are sleeping!" Sam said in a hushed tone.

"So, are you comin' or what?" The black and teal haired boy asked, his grass green eyes awaiting her response.

"I'll be down in second." Sam said as she closed the window back up and grabbed a green flashlight.

She tiptoed down the stairs, her flashlight being her only source of direction right now. As she made her way to the door, slowly unlocking it, she prayed to heaven her father wasn't getting up to get a midnight snack, again.

Then, the door opened, and she was out in a flash, immediately greeting her boyfriend with a long awaited kiss, a very long and intense one too.

"I missed you, babe." She whispered to him as she placed her arms around his neck and nuzzled his chest.

"I missed you too, sweetheart. No trouble with your parents?" Danny asked her, his warm, green sweater protecting her soft skin from the cool weather.

"Nope, I suspect neither with you, correct?"

"Nope. Both my parents are out tonight."

"This late?"

"Yep."

"Mmm... For how long?" Samantha's little delinquent mind was at work, just as her father's was at her age, and on one thing and one thing only.

"I get where you're going... They're spending the night... The. Entire. Night. Leaving. Me. All. Alone..." Danny gave her a butterfly kiss on the neck between each of his emphasized words. They didn't even need words anymore. Like two teens in love they rushed to his house, quick as lightning, already out of breath as they reached the door.

Danny grabbed his key and opened it, stepping inside to the nice warmth, leading his girlfriend closely behind. He lead her up to the stairs, each step making them both jump inside with excitement, until finally they reached the top, and rushed into his room.

They started with a slow, passionate kiss, before Sam went over to his bed and patted it gently. Danny took her invitation lightly, his morals started getting in the way of things.

"I, I'm not sure about this, Sam." He paused, unsure of what to do next. He sat down next to her, and placed his hand on her hair, kissing her cheek softly, hoping that the butterflies would overpower his conscience. But when it failed, Sam was always there to pull him through a little more.

"Come'ere." She mumbled as she grabbed him and forced him into a kiss that led them down onto the bed even more fully. Hands explored, mouths made love, and legs interlocked in an epic show of true love and passion.

"Come on, lets go further." Sam said as she brought him even closer to her, her eyes and hands wondering a little too close to sin.

"Sam, I... I love you." Danny melted into her, giving her his all.

Then the door opened.

And in stepped Momma Gwen and Papa Trent.

Looking very upset with their child.

Sam and Danny only stared, stuck in their position.

"Danny? Samantha?" The parents asked in unison. It was going to be a long night.

Whoowhoowhoooo! Looks like Danny and Sammy got in quite a bit of trouble there! Okay, I know this is a pretty obvious question, but did anyone see that coming? I Mean anything, did you see Danny being Gwen and Trent's son? Or that they were gonna get caught? Okay, I'm kinda guessing everyone thinks I'm an idiot for even asking that, lol.

But seriously, I totally didn't see that coming! Man, the words just write themselves these days.

Maybe I'll add a few more tdi kids in there. Any names for em?

Ah, another day, another chapter. Luckily, tomorrow is that day, not today.

*~*MysticalChick*~*