Hello! Thanks for everyone who read and reviewed my first chapter. You guys are awesome! And thank you for voting too if you did!

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, i really had fun writing it.

Thank you again to my twi bud Kelly for editing this for me. She is just freaking awesome :)

I dont own twilight, i love it, but i dont own it, i really am beginning to think it owns me.

OH! and did yall see New Moon yet? seriously.... omg.... *dies* I am SOOOO team Edward normally but Jacob was looking particullary delish... too bad he is only 17. *palm face*

Now on with the show!

CPOV

Before Esme and I got married we never really talked about a timeline for having children. All we had said was that we both wanted them. We were still young, but with me being a doctor now, it's not like we couldn't afford to have one.

I am just scared shitless about being a father.

"What if I screw up?" is the first thing that usually pops into my head every time I realize I'm going to be a dad.

Esme tells me I shouldn't worry so much. She trusts me, but my Physician instincts only make me more afraid of all the possibilities.

I mean what if the pregnancy doesn't agree with Esme? What if the baby isn't healthy? What if the baby has 3 nipples?

Ok so the last one is a little on the extreme side, but every possible thing has crossed my mind, including what would happen if the baby had a crooked butt crack.

I think I have officially lost my mind about this pregnancy, and Esme is only 8 weeks along.

Thank God we have a doctor's appointment today to check on the baby.

EPOV

I am so excited I can hardly contain myself! I'm going to be a mom and today I get to see my baby for the first time! I think I could literally burst from excitement!

All Carlisle can do is worry. I can't believe that man actually is worried if the baby could have a crooked butt crack. I mean of all things.

I can't say I blame him though. He has read all the medical text about what could go wrong, and he wants to take every precaution while I'm pregnant. Although, I don't think limiting my TV time, or not doing the laundry is really going to help, but who am I to complain if he wants to hire a maid? I will sit back and read all the pregnancy books I have and then maybe some other classic stories too.

I just can't shake this feeling that there is something different about my pregnancy. I already look almost four months along when I think I'm barely to 8 weeks!

I just feel horrible that I can't tell Carlisle, he will only freak out more. I will wait for the doctor to comment on my size to see if it abnormal for my gestation time. After all, Carlisle has seen me naked plenty of times and he hasn't said anything either. Although, I think I have been eating quite a bit.

CPOV

As we are getting into the car I notice Esme is practically bouncing with excitement. I can't say I don't feel the same way, but I'm nervous all the same.

I mean Dr. Derek Mulligan is a superior doctor, I should know, I did all the research; but seriously, Derek? That's like having a Megan as a doctor or something, it just seems too young sounding, to inexperienced. I don't know. I will go along with it. I should, I chose the man for Christ's sake.

As we are waiting to be seen, I can't help but notice that Esme is absolutely beautiful when she smiles. She seems like she is always happy. Especially since we found out we were pregnant.

As I am staring at my wife, I notice the magazine she is reading is dedicated to all things multiple and it got me wondering, "What would it be like to have twins?"

I immediately started to panic, so I got up and told Esme I was using the restroom and would be right back.

As I paced the bathroom floor I thought of all the possibilities of something going wrong again and was freaking out. I knew I needed to compose myself and head back to the waiting room, but Esme isn't stupid, she would see that I had been worrying.

As I exited the bathroom, Esme looked at me, rolled her eyes and shook her head. I was caught. Thank the lord that the nurse called us back before she could say anything.

EPOV

Carlisle, what am I going to do with that man? I mean he can't possibly be worried ALL the time can he? His "bathroom" excuse was pretty lame, he can't fool me. As to what he was worrying about specifically, who knows? He could be worried that one toe will be too long or something.

The nurse called us back before I could say anything, and that's probably a good thing. Me, telling Carlisle not to worry, is like telling the grass not to be green.

I got changed and waited for the Doctor to come in. He was young, but Carlisle said he was the best, so he probably was. I just wanted to see my baby!

As Dr. Derek Mulligan came in, I noticed that he was indeed very young, but also very confident. He reminded me a lot of Carlisle in his demeanor.

He asked me all the basic questions about my period, and weight gain, cravings and things like that. He then let out a small "Hmmm" which made Carlisle tense up and worry instantly.

Dr. Mulligan giggled at this, and said "Not to worry Doc! I am simply thinking."

Carlisle relaxed just a little bit as the doctor began the ultrasound.

He was searching around and taking lots of pictures and then paused the screen.

"This," as he pointed to the screen, "was what I 'hmmmed' about" and showed us not one, but two little blobs.

Carlisle's jaw had to be picked up off the floor and I was told to stop squealing, as people could hear us in the other room.

I looked to Carlisle and said, "Two babies, sweetie, isn't that great!?"

CPOV

"Great" wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but I was happy.

I just wanted everyone to be healthy in the end. It's going to be a long road but it will all be worth it.

Even if I do constantly worry for the next eight or so months.

We spent the first few days planning the new nursery. This was Esme's favorite thing to do, decorate, and she was pretty good at it too.

We decided to keep it neutral because we didn't know if we were going to have two boys or two girls or one of each. We wouldn't know for another three months or so, and Esme was so eager to get started.

We decided to go with a meadow theme. Esme said it was serene feeling and that the green colors would help calm the babies when they are in their room.

The cribs and dressers were a dark chocolate brown color so that they looked like natural pieces of the meadow. The sheets and curtains all matched in a beautiful pale green.

On the walls she was going to create a flowing grass around three of the walls and one wall would look like a forest.

Esme was talented, ill give her that. I just didn't want her over doing herself.

EPOV

I had so much to do, so much to buy, and I was so excited! Carlisle wouldn't let me go by myself so I called a good friend of mine, Renee, to come with me. Carlisle and Renee's husband (the police chief) Charlie Swan were close friends so I knew she would be on his list of "acceptable chaperones" which I thought was ridiculous but I wasn't complaining; I enjoyed the company.

We went and bought paint for the nursery and then we went to about 10 other stores to purchase furniture and bedding and clothes. We placed the rest of the items on a registry for the baby shower that Renee was throwing me.

We headed home to paint the nursery starting with the light blue that I selected for the sky. We even painted the ceiling so I could add a few fluffy clouds after it dried. I wanted this room to look like you were walking outside when you opened the door.

As we were painting Renee was asking me a few questions about the pregnancy.

"What did you feel like before you knew?" she asked first.

"I don't really know. I just felt different." I told her. It was the truth; it was like the babies were telling me that I was pregnant.

"How do you feel now?" she proceeded to ask.

"Mostly tired and hungry, but the urges to pee are getting worse already. I suppose that's because there are two of them." I said.

I got to thinking; she was asking these questions because she thought she might be pregnant. In fact I think I knew she was pregnant, but she didn't.

I had to ask her. "Renee, are you pregnant?" It seemed like I was almost demanding she tell me.

She burst out into tears and wailed, "Oh, Esme! I don't know! I am so scared! I just want to puke all the time, I am so tired its not even funny and I cant stop crying at the stupid toilet paper commercial with the puppy on it!"

I burst out into a fit of laughter. She was definitely pregnant in my opinion, but I did have an extra test so I drug her into the bathroom, shoved the test in her hand and said, "Here, pee on this!" and shut the door.

A minute or two later I heard her scream. I rushed into the bathroom and said "What!? What?! Are you?!"

"Yes! Oh my God! What is Charlie going to say?! We've been trying for so long I think he was giving up!" she cried.

"He will be happy Renee, that's all you have to worry about." I told her. "You need to go home now, and talk with your husband. He will be thrilled, I just know it."

CPOV

Great, just great, just fucking fantastic. Two pregnant ladies I have to worry about now. As if my wife with twins on the way wasn't enough.

Charlie had called me at the hospital to tell me the news, and I can't say I'm not thrilled for him and Renee. I'm just worried.

Renee was due the second week of September. Renee was due in early July, but we knew they probably would be here in early June because of being twins. So we had a lot of planning to do.

"Charlie?" I called out as I walked through his front door. It was usually unlocked and we have been practically like family for years; we didn't knock anymore.

"In here!" Charlie called out from the living room, where he was no doubt watching some type of sporting event.

I walked over and sat down and looked at him. He looked back at me; we both smiled and then said "What the fuck did we get ourselves into?" almost in unison. We laughed at our own comments and decided we had to be in this together for our wives.

"Do you have any names picked out?" I asked Charlie.

"Isabella Marie, if it's a girl. I only want Bella, but Renee thinks it is too casual or something, so we compromised."

"You mean you gave in?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, something like that." Charlie chuckled. "We chose Jasper Jackson, if it's a boy."

"Those are great names Charlie. Esme and I haven't decided quite yet. It is hard because we have to have two girl names and two boy names ready. God only knows what names she will try to pull out of the bag." I told Charlie.

"Well as long as it isn't something like 'Apple' or 'Pilot Inspektor', I think you will be pretty safe. Esme isn't that weird." Charlie teased back.

It was great having such good friends to share first experiences with. And with any luck, our kids will be great friends too.

EPOV

Two babies! Twice as much shopping! Twice as much fun! Twice as hard. Well, whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger right? Carlisle and Charlie will be able to help me and Renee out. They are going to be amazing fathers. Even if one is a worry wart.

There will be 4 adults and 3 babies. We should be able to handle it right? I mean it's not like we aren't over at each others houses all the time anyways.

As of right now Renee and I are on our way back to my house and I think its time to eat, again. We are always eating these days, and it's hard to stop. Well, as long as we are not sleeping that is.

We made ourselves some of the leftover baked ziti I had in the fridge and sat on the couch.

"Want to watch a movie?" I asked Renee.

"Sure, how about something funny? Oh I know! Let's watch Baby Mama!" She squealed.

I popped in the DVD and not even 20 minutes into the movie, we both fell asleep.

I realized I was dreaming pretty quickly. I kept seeing two children playing in our front yard. A bossy looking little girl with short dark hair, and a boy with the cutest little smile and beautiful green eyes. It looked like he was laughing at the girl's attempt to be the leader. But none the less they looked like they loved each other and were very close.

I sprang up off the couch and said, "Oh my God! I just saw my twins!"

Renee still drowsy said, "what are you talking about you crazy woman?"

"My twins! My twins! I saw them! A girl and a boy! I just know it!" I screamed. "I have to pick names right now!" I said in a rushed tone.

"Whatever you say Esme." Renee said, as she fell back asleep.

I started flipping through the multiple volumes of baby name books I had and fell back asleep in a daze, waiting for my Carlisle to come home so I could tell him the news.

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