A / n: Well as I've said previously, y'know it's a good idea when it sticks in your head forever and whatever you think about, you keep coming back to it, so… here I am with the third chapter. I know it's not getting many reviews, but that's alright I guess. I'm writing it for my entertainment and there must be some interest in it, considering it's been favorited and what not. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

Catch My Tears

III

Ryan sighed, some time had passed by since the last ultrasound and well – the little ones were due much sooner than possible (the Saturday that marked the first day of winter break actually). Latoyah had a temper tantrum and well, long story short, she somehow ended up in active labor at six months and four days into her pregnancy. It was a good thing Sharpay wasn't as shallow as people mistook her to be, she had started in on her plans for the nursery, buying the appropriate furniture needed and what not, but big things like painting needed to be done still, even though she thought she had another three months to get this project going, turns out she did not. She didn't care about her plans not having time to come into effect, she cared more about the little ones making it, and being there for her brother in case… they didn't. Although both siblings kept a positive mindset and planned on keeping it.

By the time Ryan and Sharpay had gotten there, Cole driving them as fast as he absolutely could and accompanying them, Latoyah was at the hospital exit without the little ones. "Latoyah… what, happened?" Ryan asked her calmly, hoping she wouldn't fly off the handle but, sadly – he knew her better than that.

The (obviously) bleached blond female turned around, "I couldn't stand those horrible, infectious things being inside me – do you know how utterly disgusting that is? Well, of course you two would know, you came from a disgusting source, but we won't get into mommy and daddy chit chat, now will we?"

Ryan felt infuriated, clearly Sharpay felt the same. "Listen Latoyah, we didn't come here to listen to bullshit and your mouth running while no one cares, I'm here for my children, so tell me again – where are they?"

She rolled her brown eyes. "You actually care for them like they're yours, aww Ry that's so sweet. But so pathetic. They're in the NICU, filed under my last name, which you will get that changed right?" She asked, her nose stuck in the air about having those 'things' share her name.

Sharpay glared at her, "Oh you bet we will. C'mon Ry, we don't have to deal with this waste of oxygen ever again." Before leaving, Sharpay couldn't help but to take her best right swing, her fist hitting Latoyah square in the jaw. "Ooh you have NO idea how long I've wanted to do that!"

Ryan grabbed Sharpay's arm, taking off into the hospital. He didn't want any petty girl drama going on; all he wanted was to see those little ones right now. Dragging his sister by the arm, they did just that.

::~*~::

Darby and Vance just so happened to be stuck in traffic, having to make their own way to the hospital since Cole went with Ryan and Sharpay earlier that evening, it was now late at night, or early the next morning – neither Vance nor Darby really knew, they were too excited and slightly worried to look at a clock or comprehend the time. Their grandchildren were born! Much, much earlier than expected – but they were finally hear.

Vance held his wife's hand as she hung up her 'contraption' of a cellular phone, as she called it. "Just got all the details from Cole darling."

He smiled wide, "That's lovely dear, do tell?"

She giggled, caressing his hand with her thumb. "Of course! So, little Channing William and Graham Vance were born at 9:53 p.m. They each weigh about two and a half pounds, poor things born at just six months when normal cases have nine months, some have longer."

Vance nodded, listening intently. "Do go on darling."

"They're in the infant intensive care unit, the NICU, and Cole and Sharpay have been taking shifts back and forth, looking at the little boys. Ryan stayed right there by their sides. We – but more importantly, he did – made a wonderful choice. As for their health, for being born prematurely, the doctor who delivered them said they're striving." She let out a breath after all that had been said, she needed a breather. Brushing some loose strands of hair behind her ear, she chuckled. "Oh dear, look Vance, my hands are trembling."

He could hardly stop himself from beaming proudly. He had grandchildren now. It was a great thing! No, a beautiful thing, the gift of life. "Oh Darby, I know dear. I'm just as anticipating as you are. I cannot wait to see them."

She twiddled her thumbs, "Oh come on! MOVE IT LADY!"

Vance almost honked the horn he was startled so badly. "Darby Michelle!" He narrowed his eyes at his beloved as she gave a pearly white, radiant smile.

"Yes dear?"

He sighed, "You really are something else."

She grinned from ear to ear, "But you love me."

"Yes, yes I do."

"NOW DRIVE VANCE!" She stated loudly and proudly, "We've got grandbabies to see!"

::~*~::

Cole held his warm espresso in his hands, sipping it delicately. His hands very warmed up by the temperature of the container where his choice of caffeine sat. He made sure to get Sharpay her own. "So, uh… Ryan," Cole began, his bright green eyes looking to the newborn twins, the top, then the bottom, and lastly at Ryan. A hand nervously rubbing the back of his hand. "I don't mean to sound… well, like an idiot and please forgive me if I do but…"

Ryan chuckled, "It's fine Cole, what's up?" Nothing could honestly drop his mood right now, he felt so very proud of the two little ones right here in front of him. His own sons. His little boys. It seemed so, so different but… a good kind of different.

"Well Ry, I was just wondering… which, one is which?" He asked, stepping closer to the two, heated incubators. Looking at one tiny infant, then the other. "I mean, with you and Shar, it was easy because, one bundle was pink, the other was blue."

Sharpay couldn't help but to giggle, even though Cole was right and she herself was wondering the same question, which child was which? Ryan smirked, "This one up top, is Channing. He's going to be a class clown, you can just see it." He said with a chuckle. "The bottom one here, is Graham. He's going to be more nerdy than his brother, which, y'know, I can see already." He couldn't stop smiling, he was so proud of them. A proud father, Ryan Evans was.

Although they came into the world three months too early – they were here now, and he wasn't going to let anyone take his babies away. "Also," he said softly, pointing to Graham's incubator. "he has a little birth mark right there on the top of his ear, Graham does."

Sharpay and Cole simultaneously nodded; they'd be looking for that birth mark for awhile. "Hey Ry, there's no way Latoyah's blond, right?"

Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, she's a bleach, bottle blond. Why?"

Cole looked closer at the little ones. "Well, they have soft, soft strawberry blond hair. How is that possible if she, who is the mother, has dark hair? I mean, you'd think they'd have darker hair, no?"

Ryan shrugged once more, he didn't really pay attention to close details such as those, he just knew he loved his sons unconditionally and that's all he needed to know. "Well… I don't know, I think Latoyah's a brunette."

Cole stroked his clean shaven chin, "Say her lover was blond… a brunette and blond, could make blond children, right? I mean, it's possible at least…"

Sharpay thought for a moment herself, using the hair elastic around her wrist to tie back her blond locks. "Well sure, it's a 50/50 chance more or less, two parents, child gets their traits… you think her baby daddy was blond?"

Cole let out a soft sigh, "Well two darks don't make a light, necessarily. I don't know… Ryan, for your own piece of mind, I think you should have a paternity test done on them. Just, to see. To ease any curiosity, I know I'd want one done, just – to know."

Ryan thought about it for several seconds. "I honestly don't care; my sons are here now… I am their father; I think that's all they need to know, but… I suppose maybe you're right."

Cole took a step back and sip of his drink. "Just for peace of mind, according to what I've heard previously, the mother should be involved in paternal testing. So calling her back for her DNA shouldn't be a problem, if she hasn't fled yet. Knowing those scum like I do, they may stay around until the children are home, your parents threaten them and then they leave. But… let us just enjoy this moment right now, the new twins and we'll worry about the little things later."

Ryan nodded in agreement, that was best. Not to sweat the small stuff and enjoy this moment.