I do not own the characters, only the plot

*2 months later*

I woke up to the gentle shaking of my arm. I opened my eyes to see my husband, Sam. With the pregnancy, Sam was always worried about me. When I looked over my shoulder, he was staring at me. I don't know why, because for a seemingly frail women, I was pretty strong. Although I was a little scared to be giving birth to four babies in three months, he was thrilled. "Honey, you fell asleep again." He said to me. I was doing that a lot. Carrying four babies seemed to wear me out.

I wished my mother could see me now. My mother Bethany was always supporting Sam and I's relationship. When we dated as teens, she was ecstatic and she loved seeing us spend our time together with her so she could see the love that past through us. She laughed every time Sam would call me honey instead of Naomi. I didn't mind the nickname because he had been calling me that since we met. He used to get on my nerves when I met him, but I soon fell for his sweet side. I remember once he took me to the county fair and that's where we had our first kiss, while I waited for my friends to pick me up. He proposed to me after I had just witnessed a huge fight between my friends. I thought we had broken up but he showed up teary eyed and when he had seen me he scooped me up in his arms and told me that if he ever raised his voice to me, he would gladly chain himself in hell; although that sounded a little extreme, I admitted it sounded sweet. He then got on one knee and said "I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night. I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you- every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I'll make you happy. Every day, I'll make you happy" He then showed me a stunning silver band, it looked a little old. " I got this from my mother who said my father left this for me when I got married, but he died before he could see it, so I give it to you now in hopes that he can see me up from heaven with my beautiful wife, if you'll have me?" I shrieked and jumped into his arms again, catching him off guard; but he held me none the less and that was the first night we spent together as one.

We didn't have much family, seeing as both our parents were dead. We decided to have a small ceremony at the beach with some of our friends. It was perfect. I only wish that my adoptive father and my mother could see us. The years after that were pretty normal for us. An old friend invited us to the wedding, we weren't to close so we didn't really keep in contact. I forgot where she lived, I think somewhere in England maybe. That seemed so far from our little house in California. I'll admit it wasn't exactly little, but it seemed a little cramped after we had everything baby proofed and put in cribs and high chairs. I was so excited to see our little group. Three boys and a girl. We decided to name her Cordelia, and for the boys there is Caleb, Adam and Gideon. We could already tell who was who on the ultrasound. Cordelia was always next to Gideon, I could tell because he had my nose. Caleb was always kicking me, he was really strong and it left me gasping. Adam seemed like the odd one, he didn't move much and I couldn't exactly tell who he looked like from the ultrasound.

When I got up, I looked at the clock and shrieked, I had twenty minutes to get to my job at the library. Sam helped me off the bed due to my swollen stomach weighing more that me. I got dressed and when I looked at my hair, well, it was a wild mess. I used some hairspray and moose and surprisingly it looked okay. With a kiss goodbye from Sam after he drove me to the library and helped me go up the stairs, I waddled to my seat. My job mainly consisted of checking out books for people and little tasks like locating and saving a book or checking inventory. It was kinda funny to see the many different books people would check out. Occasionally there would be the local teen girl asking for any advice on what to read. Then there would be someone who would check out a book of poetry. I loved seeing looks of embarrassment when people checked out books that I knew were... intimate. I had made some friends with some of the other employees here. My best friend had to be Lana. She and I were basically co workers since she did the same thing as I did, and sat behind the checkout counter with me. She was very different then me. She had a feisty personality and where I was average, she was curvaceous. She had hips to die for and what most guys would call a rack. She was twenty five, only three years older than me! Her hair was a dark red and fell straight from her head like a waterfall ending at her hips. I had seen her date many people, either boys or girls, it didn't matter to her as long as they were hot. She was currently single and more flirtatious than ever.

"Hows mommy feeling today?" she teased at me. Even though she loved to poke fun at me becoming a mother, I could see how she wanted to settle down with the right person.
"Fine, but I think Caleb is trying to escape seeing as though he keeps trying to kick a hole straight through me!" I said back. It was true though because every now and then I would have to hold my stomach and breath hoping that he would calm down.

"Just think, in about three months you'll be able to see these little guys!" she cheered.

" Don't forget Cordelia!" I commented.

"I feel bad for her. Three brothers is a little to much for a girl to handle. I can only imagine her trying to get a date and have her brothers scare the poor guy off." she said.

"That's what I'm hoping. I don't want my baby girl running off with some biker!" I explained. It scared me to think that my daughter might fall for some guy that could break her heart. "And it's not her brothers that she had to worry about, it's her dad." She laughed at that. I could imagine Sam and Cordelia in a fight over her supposed 'love' for some hot shot tough guy. It put my mind at ease knowing that Sam was going to protect our children to his full extent.

"And speaking of running off with a guy.." I turned my head to see what she was talking about. Dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans, and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as pushed open the library doors. He was tall and lean and hard, and bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other behavior. I was left speechless as I gazed at him from behind the checkout counter. I turned away and decided to work on my computer. I looked online at bookstores so I could order the books that were put on the list of requests. As I was typing in the name of one of the books, someone cleared there throat. I looked up to see him. He looked a little lost curious when he looked at me. Then his gaze lowered and I thought it was a little inappropriate but then I realized he was looking at my swollen stomach.

"How far along are you" he asked innocently.

"Six months, going on seven next week." He looked intensely at me for a a few seconds and I was about to ask what he needed before gasping; Caleb had kicked me. Hard. I clothes my eyes and breathed deeply.

"Are you okay Angel?" He asked in concern. Angel? I was a little confused at the nickname before another sharp kick hit me again. This one left me with tears in my eyes. "Do you need to go to the hospital!?" he asked, his concern for me increasing. Maybe I did need to go to the hospital. Without even blinking, he ran behind the counter and lifted me up. I tried to protest, but after another sharp kick I was holding onto him as he carried me into his car.

"I need to call my husba-" I stopped short of my sentence as I heard a snap. Did my rib just break?! He drove at an incredible speed and we were at the hospital in less than five minutes. He carried me into the hospital and dismissed the help of the nurses trying to put me in a wheelchair.

"I need her to see a doctor right away! She's pregnant and she might be in labor!" He shouted at the woman behind the desk.

"Sir she might have to a wei-" The woman began. The man carrying me looked at her intensely for a second and then she picked up her phone and called what I assume is a doctor. She argued on the phone and after a minute, she smiled and said "Doctor Owen will be right with you." The man then proceeded to carry me while following a nurse to a room.