~Kota's POV~

There were definite undercurrents in the house since Sang and Doctor Green broke the news. Everything from excitement of having children-TWINS- and our family growing, to sheer blind panic every time Sang made a noise that something was wrong. We all still bugged North about passing out; it was too entertaining not too remind him. But I knew we all were close it passing out as well. Only the loud thud of him dropping like a rock reminded me to breathe again myself! No way can we survive another six and a half months of this! We need a larger stockpile of tranquilizers to keep everyone sane!

Sang has continued to be her usual perfect self, for the most part, since we found out about the pregnancy. I'm still surprised because I've heard many stories of women being extra hormonal. Luckily, it's about the same as if she's menstruating. Although she's refusing to just relax and enjoy "time off". Instead I clearly recall her telling us, "Women have been carrying children for millennia! Many gave birth in worse conditions than modern day! I can manage to get myself a drink or snack, etc. You all don't have to wait on me hand and foot!" We all were taken aback, but realized our pampering was smothering her. Although it became Sang's mantra when we did pamper her too much. I will admit that I'm guilty of it all too often; I just worry she will fall, trip, or get hurt. We all know how trouble loves her! But she's right. She is a tough woman; she's resilient, strong, and just amazing! Not to mention, she's with us, my perfect 10-the integral part of our family!

~Gabriel's POV~

God damn! Fucking shit! Awww man! Babies! In less than 7 months! Fucking a! How am I going to get everything finished in time?

Damn it! I hear Trouble causing trouble yet again. She's arguing with Silas in the kitchen. His booming voice becomes louder. I'm contemplating going to see what the issue is; however, North's already stomping past my room down the hallway. This allows me to continue working thankfully. I thought the time restraint on Trouble's birthday was impossible, but fucking hell this is time frame is so much worse!

Shouting erupts from the kitchen. "Silas, leave her alone! It's a fucking apple! She can grab and carry it herself!" I hear North. Laughing, I try to focus on what I'm doing. But it's too hilarious. Ever since we all found out; we've been even more protective of our beautiful, precious life. However, this is one instance I don't need to intervene. Thankfully, North's on it.

Hearing, "Hey Meanie," startles me out of my musings. Her small voice sounds confused when she tries opening the door and hears it rattle. "Can I come in? Your doors locked…," she trails off sounding disappointed and lost.

Fuck my life! Not again! I need time, but my Trouble needs me…Damn it! "Just a minute Trouble," I shout. She still does that fucking quiet ninja thing! I thought being pregnant, we'd at least hear her coming or something! It's annoying but amazing she can still sneak up on me. Damn if she wasn't pregnant, I'd show her not to do that again. Then again, maybe I will…just gotta be a little more creative I contemplate while throwing covers over the table. Leaning against the door frame, I open the door beaming down at the love of my life.

"Meanie, why was the door locked?" she asks, gazing at me with her large green eyes. I'm very tempted to tell her, but I catch myself quickly. "Ah shit Trouble, you're gonna get me in trouble! Let's find Luke so you can eat more than the freaking apple," I say, picking her up and carrying her heading toward the den. Laughing, she wraps her arms around my neck and plays with my hair, while peppering my face with kisses. In between, she mentions, "Chocolate chip pancakes?!" Her eyes light up with the idea, "With marshmallows?!" We both chuckle, and I love the feel of her in my arms.

~Luke's POV~

Gabriel carries Sang into the den, finding me and Nathan watching TV.

"Luke, will you make me some chocolate chip pancakes please?" Sang asks, batting her eyelashes. Damn the things that I wouldn't do for her when she looks at me like that…

"Of course my love! Anything in particular you want on them?" I ask as I move to leave the sofa. Wrapping Sang in my arms, I carry her towards the kitchen; Gabriel steals my seat before I've stood up completely. Laughing at Gabriel's antics, I tell her to relax while the master cooks. Rolling her eyes she says, "How can I do both baby?" I lightly spank her to show whose boss.

"Sit that sexy little ass of yours down. Or do I need to show you again?" I ask, secretly hoping to touch her some more. Giggling she finally sits while I quickly gather the ingredients. I move over to where Sang's sitting to add the chocolate chips into the batter. I kiss her temple. Her eyes darken with desire and I almost drop the batter when she grabs my butt. "Mmmmm….Luke. Come back, I wasn't finished," she murmurs sexily. "Do you want me or the pancakes?" I try to deflect. Quickly I ladle the batter into the pan so I don't go over there and do what I really wish.

Suddenly, I hear gagging noises behind me. What's going on? Sang never gags I think to myself. As I turn around she says, "Ulch…Oh my God! Luke, I'm sorry! I can't…" Her hands cover her mouth and she runs to the bathroom.

I turn the stove off and follow her. She's kneeling on the floor, hovering over the toilet. I see her shuddering, trying to throw up and her hair falls into her face. Not knowing what I could do, I lean down and hold her hair out of the way. Sang moans; I begin rubbing her back trying to make this more comfortable.

"I'm not sure what happened. I'm sorry Luke. The smell hit me and I couldn't hold it down…" he says between her dry heaving. Tears begin to fall down her face slowly. Hating when she cries, I pull her onto my lap. I put her hair up in the clip I'm wearing, and remove the tear streaks trailing down her face.

"Shhhhhh, Sang. Its okay my love. You don't have to apologize for anything. This is normal. We'll just find something that you won't make you feel sick. But new rule for now, no pancakes in the house," I whisper, calming her down. At the last comment, she giggled. Wrapping her up in my arms even more, I carry her back through to the den.

~Nathan's POV~

Luke comes in carrying Peanut. He places her in my lap, silently telling me to take care of her. He leaves to search for food she can eat.

"Hey, Peanut what happened?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her closer. She snuggles in, tucking her toes under Gabriel to keep them warm. "I don't know. Luke was making me p…p….pan…Ulch I can't even say it! The smell made me sick. Oh my god, it was horrible!" she shudders telling us.

"Peanut! Is there anything that we can get for you? Some crackers and water?" I suggest, thinking of the blandest thing possible. Isn't that what pregnant women want? I have no idea about these things. I've heard they also have weird cravings. "I don't… I don't know. Let's not talk about food right now please? I'd rather just watch some TV," Sang pleads.

"Sure thing Peanut. Anything you want. There's a show on in an hour that I'd like to watch if that's okay? The Doctor just regenerated and I would like to see how the new guy does compared to the past actors. But we can watch what you like until then," I say, hoping she won't mind.

"Of course Honey! I don't mind what we watch. I just want to let me tummy settle, and to be with you," Sang murmurs, snuggling closer. Whispering in my ear, I hear, "Although I must admit, it's sexy and a complete turn-on…my Honey's a secret nerd…mmmmm." I shudder, trying to hide my desire chanting she's pregnant. I know making love won't hurt the baby; we all are just trying to make things as easy as possible. I realize it's too late seeing the sparkle in Sang's eyes and devilish smile.

"Hey Always! I made some tea thinking it might help," Luke walks over, handing me a steaming mug. "Thank You Forever. I don't think these babies want me to keep anything down!" my Peanut jokes, causing us all to laugh.

But damn! I should've made the tea! I need to find what else we can do to help if she's going to get sick like this for the next six months. It kills me to feel useless like right now. She stretches out on the sofa after finishing the tea, with her head in my lap…oh God, please give me patience and strength to get through this! I smile and cradle her to me.

~Silas' POV~

I arrive home after a long and tiring day at the diner. All I wanted was a relaxing evening watching sports.

Walking into the den, I notice Sang curled up between Gabriel and Nathan on the sofa. Glancing at the television I quietly ask, "Aggele mou, what are you watching?" There seems to be a weird British (I think from the accents) show with a guy jumping out of a burning police box on its side. I'm completely confused.

Softly biting her lip she answers, "I think it's called Doctor Who? Nathan wanted to watch it; so far it's pretty good." She moves to get up for hugs.

"Stay there Aggele, I'll come to you. Hey Nathan! Swap me places," I say poking him in the side. He moves fast enough to not get squished.

Sang giggles uncontrollably against my stomach. "What's so funny Aggele?" I whisper into her ear.

Laughing harder, she sweetly replies, "Everything he's eating… I'm just thinking that they really couldn't taste very nice. What a waste!"

I hear from the other end of the sofa, "Trouble you better cut that giggling shit out! The thought of all those foods together is nauseating." Gabriel nudges Sang's feet, which sets her off even more because he tickles her. All of us began laughing; no one is immune to her giggling, it's too infectious!

"Oh My God!" Sang yells, jumping up; "I need that! I want to eat that right now! OMG please get it for me?!"

"What do you want Aggele Mou?" I ask, taken aback by just how quickly my leg becomes cold after she moves. Unconsciously she places her finger to her bottom lip, but Nathan quickly prevents that.

"Peanut! Don't you dare. Just tell us what you want."

With her finger in Nathan's mouth, and a slight blush to her cheeks, she says, "I really want fish fingers and custard. It sounds delicious. Can I have some please?"

"Fucking shit Trouble! Fish fingers and custard, seriously? That's kinda disgusting!" Gabriel shouts.

"Hey! Don't shout at my girl like that!" Luke replies, kneeling in front of Sang. Holding her hands, he asks, "Are you sure that's really what you want my love?"

"I'm sorry. I just saw it and something tells me I have to eat it. I don't' know why," I hear, seeing her blush more. My Aggele is just too damn cute for her own good! "Don't be sorry Aggele mou. If that's what you want, then that's what we'll get you. North can cook it for you, his fish fingers are the best," I sooth her. I laugh, noticing Luke becoming annoyed.

~North's POV~

Still in shock a week later, my mind couldn't believe we're having twins. Children, in any form, were not a joy that I ever considered because of the Academy. Our family's so close that to have another family co-exist with the one I already have doesn't seem possible.

My brothers annoy me with the constant teasing me over passing out at the news. I didn't plan it that's for damn sure. I became so worried, thinking the worst that I forgot to breathe. I recall being positive that Doctor Green was informing us that something horrible was wrong with Sang Baby. And the expression on her face totally confused me. I remember her laying there, being anxious but already accepting of whatever results they'd received at the hospital. That's what got to me. I'd do anything for her and the thought of something destroying my heart, soul, and life made me feel helpless.

I search the house, looking for my life when I hear sounds from the den. As soon as I walk in Silas says, "Hey North. Aggele's craving food. You want to make it to prove you're still a bit of a man for her?" Tired of the teasing, I barely miss Silas' head because the bastard ducked. "Shall I take that as a no?" he taunts me.

"Damn it Silas! Of course I will cook for Sang Baby! Quit being such a jerk off," I yell, allowing me to get my frustrations out. Man, can my brothers piss me the fuck off at times! Thank God I have Sang Baby to keep me sane with these jack asses around.

Leaning down, I place a quick kiss to Sang's cheek. "Sang Baby, of course! I'll cook anything and everything you desire. What would you like?" I ask, staring into her hypnotic green eyes. "I'd like fish fingers and custard please," I hear her whisper. "Of course! Anything you want. Wait…what the fuck?!" I say, unable to believe my own ears. I communicate silently with Silas, questioning him what the hell's happening. He tells me something about Nathan's television show. So I turn my attention to him. He nods sheepishly and confirms that's what she wants. Well, fucking hell! There'd be no way Sang would want that if it weren't for the crazy British people! How do they come up with these nasty combinations?!

As I focus on Sang again, she looks close to tears. I wrap my arms around her, whispering nonsense. I soothe her into relaxing, because I'll be damned if I make her cry! "I'm sorry love. I just wasn't expecting that. But if that's what you want, I'll go make it in just a moment okay? You know I'd do anything for you. And now our little babies as well. I love you more than anything, more than life itself. You, and our family, are my life. So one order of fish fingers and custard coming right up!" I murmur as my hands gently rub her back. "Thank you North. For everything. I love you more. And so do our children. They already know what a fierce protector you are for the ones you love. I just can't wait for us to meet them," she whispers, causing my heart to soar. "I'll be right back," I promise her before softly kissing her lips.

Leaving the den, I hear Silas baby her by saying, "The pregnant lady gets what the pregnant lady wants." At this my mind goes in a million directions, some heading down a not so innocent path. Those quickly fade as I'm once again consumed by thoughts of her pregnancy and our growing family. What reason on earth is she watching a show where people eat crazy things? Fish fingers and custard?! I still cannot get over this craving. Why's she not craving something normal like pickles? I've had a jar hiding under my bed since the day we found out!

As I look at the food my stomach lurches. This just really does not look appetizing at all. The smell's making me nauseous as I carry it to the den.

Once I enter, I hear, "Sorry North. She just fell asleep. I plan to carry her to bed in five minutes, once I know she's properly out," Luke says while stroking her hair. I chuckle inside knowing Gabriel will be pissed if he gets it full on knots.

"Don't worry about it. I'd rather her be sleeping than eating this shit. Damn stuff smells awful. I really don't want her to eat it," I say, placing the tray onto the end table. I stretch out onto a bean bag and contentedly watch Sang sleep.

~Victor's POV~

God, it's been such a long day! All I want is to hold my Princess and play music for our babies. Although our children won't be bratty snobs like the kids on my job today. Trying to teach these obnoxious hellions how the play the piano was a waste of my time. Would've much rather been with my family.

Walking into the den I'm surprised to see my brothers watching a chick flick. Princess must be around because that's the only time we watch those movies. Happiness filled me knowing I finally get to see my heart and soul.

"Hey guys! What's going on? Watching a chick flick really?" I tease, expecting Sang to do the same to me. I didn't expect to get shushed from four different directions. "Sang's asleep on the sofa," Nathan whispers. Makes sense, she always falls asleep during movies. It's so adorable.

"Hmm…What happened? What'd I miss?" Sang asks, waking up. God, I love watching her wake up. She's so sexy with her hair ruffled. I'm sure Luke caused it, and I'm not complaining.

"Morning Princess. I hope I didn't wake you," I say, walking over to her. Sitting on the floor, I hug her placing my head in the crook of her neck. As I inhale her sweetness, I'm finally home. Unable to move, I kiss her neck. I feel her shudder in my arms, causing me to smile.

"Victor! When did you get home?" she squeals. I feel her moving, probably trying to sit up. I move with her, unable to get enough of her. I notice her eyes glance behind me. I feel her reach around me, grabbing a cold fish finger. Dipping it in the custard, she eats it before any of us can react. "Oh man! This is AMAZING! Why have we never made this before now?" she asks, continuing eating.

Finally, I'm able to move. I jerk back quickly looking horrified. Shocked I holler, "Princess! What are you doing!? That's disgusting! Which one of you animals left this out here?" I didn't mean to yell or be rude. I just couldn't believe she'd eat it! And I wasn't one hundred per cent sure it was safe to eat either! Suddenly she begins crying-no bawling. Like one of us got injured or was just informed we were very sick.

I hear my brothers yelling at me asking why I made Princess cry. I have no idea! Instantly I feel awful. "Princess, please forgive me. The food just doesn't look appetizing. Maybe if it wasn't cold? Just please forgive me and don't cry! How can I make this better?" I plead, hoping to make everything right. God I hate it when she cries. I feel like the worst person on Earth right now. I hope this will be an easy fix because my heart's ripping with each tear.

"The Doctor gave me the craving. And North cooked it for me, but by the time it was ready I'd fallen asleep. They we only trying to satisfy my weird pregnant food demands. No one was an animal. You shouted at me and insulted your brothers! How could you be so judgemental?" Sang rants. Realizing everything she says is true, I feel even worse. It doesn't help that the sobs rack through her and the only thing I can think of is to hold her. I try soothing Sang but nothing's really working.

Being that this breakdown's completely my fault, I'm at a total loss as to how to fix it. Sadly, I don't even know what I did to set this off. I was a little loud and mean, but nothing like North gets. So what's really going on? What did I do? How do I get Princess to feel better and stop crying? And what freaking kind of Doctor tells someone to eat fish fingers and custard?! I most definitely need to have words with Doctor Green!

Seeing as my comforting isn't helping, I move behind the sofa. The rest of the guys surround Sang, trying to calm her down/cheer her up. I continue apologizing more, but yet again it only seems to make the situation worse. "Princess, I truly am sorry for everything. I love you, but I'll give you some space," I say as I storm out, knowing she's in capable hands. As long as I don't lose her, everything will be okay. I just need to think of something to ensure she doesn't leave or distance herself.

~ 's POV~

What's going on? As soon as I walk through the door I hear a commotion in the den. Everyone's talking over each other and Victor stormed past me into the kitchen with the door slamming shut behind him.

Ready to call a meeting, I notice my beautiful goddess shaking on the sofa in the middle of this circus. So that's why the kitchen door almost became unhinged. I decide I need to begin with Victor since it'll be faster.

I follow him into the kitchen. "Mr. Morgan. Would be please be kind and explain to me why Miss Sorenson's crying?" I ask with a slight command in my tone. Studying Victor I notice he's rather annoyed, surprising because usually it's due to his father.

Running his hands through his hair, he paces. "I called my brothers animals…I thought they'd left the cold fish fingers and custard Sang was eating out because they were lazy-rather than putting it all away. But apparently she requested it, a pregnancy craving. She mentioned it was the Doctors' fault. What the hell was Doctor Green doing telling her to eat that crap?" he finishes, his eyes filled with sadness. Sighing loudly, his shoulders drop as he leans against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. "I just don't know what I did Mr. Blackbourne. Sang cried because I shouted at them. Why? It just doesn't make sense because we shout and yell all the time! I mean North does it on a daily basis, usually multiple times a freaking day!" Victor wonders. In Victor's tone, I easily detect his defeat and pain, it's so obvious.

"Mr. Morgan, you've never had experience with pregnant women before. Therefore, I must inform you that you did nothing wrong. Women-especially while they're menstruating or pregnant-are slaves to their hormones. This causes her emotions to fly across the spectrum in less than a second. So, you maybe the root reason, as the rest of us are, for this imbalance; however, you are not what's causing the tears at the present moment. You just happened to be the catalyst for this reaction." I try explaining, being firm yet gentle while ensuring he understands that we all need to be careful with Sang the remainder of her pregnancy. "I think we need a family meeting to discuss these things with Doctor Green. Hopefully we can find out what's to be expected and how to handle certain situations," I suggest, realizing we all are over our heads' with this.

'So how do we calm her down now? I hate seeing Princess upset. I have to fix it," he pleads. Smiling I command, "Grab some sheet music. You'll play on my piano and I'll bring Miss Sorenson to the room. Hopefully it'll calm her enough to get some sleep since it's rather late."

Striding into the den, I silently command the guys to move. Kneeling down, I place my face level with Sang's. "Miss Sorenson?" I ask gently, trying to get her to focus. "Come here my darling," I soothe as I pull her into my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I stand up. "I think it's time for bed. Come on my precious girl," I coo, nuzzling her.

Carrying her into my room, we hear Victor already playing a lullaby. As I lay her on the bed he stops momentarily. "Princess, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Here's my apology to you; it's something I've been working on. Just relax and try to sleep some okay? I love you," he says before playing a beautiful melody once again.

After assisting Sang into some pyjamas, I pull the sheets back. We climb into bed while Victor plays his new music. I wrap her up in my arms and cuddle. "Go to sleep my love. Sweet dreams. We love you," I whisper as I soothe her back, noting she's fighting trying to stay awake.

~Doctor Sean's POV~

I thought life in a hospital was supposed to get easier once I finished my residency, but working in trauma is just non-stop. Did I ask Doctor Roberts as many questions as these residents ask me? They just don't stop! I wanted nothing more than to get home and curl up with my Pookie and just relax.

Walking through the door, I instantly know something's happened. Everyone but Victor and Owen huddle around the kitchen. Good God! I just want some time off! Knowing it probably won't happen soon, I run my fingers through my hair.

I really hope nothing horrible occurred, I think as I begin to freak out. Where's Pookie? And Victor and Owen? Oh God, there wasn't a miscarriage or anything was there?! Wait, they would've all been at the hospital…my mind travels down every horrific scenario. Before I act like a crazed madman, I try to calmly ask, "What's going on? Where's Sang?"

"She's in bed hopefully sleeping. Earlier Sang was really upset so Mr. Blackbourne took her to bed with Victor playing her a lullaby," Kota replies. "Doc, we have some questions and concerns about this pregnancy. I know you're exhausted like us, but we're just too clueless," he requests. Immediately I realize I've neglected to share my knowledge with them so far, and look what happened. Sighing in defeat, because all I really want is to hold my baby, I nod as Silas comments, "Aggele mou's worrying us. We just don't know what we're doing wrong. We need your help."

Suddenly, the door to the kitchen opens. Owen and Victor walk in-Owen looking dishevelled.

"Sean, we need to discuss some of the more confusing issues of the pregnancy. There seems to be a handful of questions we need answered. You are better qualified to answer then than I am," he says.

Sadly, I know those hugs with Pookie aren't going to be coming anytime soon…

My night just seems to drag on. It doesn't help that I've been answering questions for well over an hour. So far I've answered everything from "How long until we can feel the babies kicking?" to "How are two babies growing simultaneously, not to mention, going to be able to come out?" to "What should she be eating?" North of course asked that last question, big surprise right? I chuckle at that thought.

But after everything we had dealt with a few years ago it didn't really surprise me as much as maybe it should've. I think they were all taken aback earlier with how quickly her mood swing took place, especially with the tears. I definitely didn't expect the fish fingers and custard craving I missed. At the mention of it, Victor cringed and the others laugh.

"Why can't Sang Baby have normal cravings, like pickles? I already have some hidden under my bed. I'm just waiting until she craves them," North mutters under his breath. But we all hear him.

"Wait, you have pickles too?" Kota questions surprised. "What do you mean too?" North asks, sounding confused. Although the look on his face is comical. "I went and bought some as soon as we found out. All of you are staring at me. How many jars of pickles do we have?" North asks the question that's on all our minds.

Turns out the pickle conundrum answer…9… I think we may just have enough to deal with a few…pregnancies!