Hey guys sorry about such the long wait. I thought nobody liked my story so I had almost decided to take it off when I saw your reviews. Thanks so much! About Chell's pregnancy, I had a HUGE writer's block and the only thing I could think of was to make her unexpectedly pregnant. Sorry, and I looked it up. O_O Oh, well, whatever. I'm twelve, I don't know these things. Anyway, here's a new chapter, hope you like it!

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One year later, Toby was growing up fast, and we were already planning for another baby. We tried, and finally, it happened. Right now, I was four months in, and we went to obstetrician to see the gender of the baby and how he or she was doing, and we got a huge surprise. We hadn't gone in for a check-up because we hadn't had the time with the business growing and Toby being a full time job. But now back to the surprise. We were going to have twins. A boy and a girl. I was utterly shocked for about ten seconds, but then I was excited. Ryan was too, but he was also afraid because as it is, we barely had room for one more baby, but for two? It would never happen. So we agreed as we left the doctor's that we were going to be going house hunting the next day.

So the next day, Toby, Ryan and I went around the outskirts of Cabot, looking for a house that our soon-to-be three children could grow up in. We looked around at different houses, but none of them really seemed to fit. We were getting very discouraged, but we decided to try one last house before calling it a day. And that was the one. This house was two stories and was a light beige color. It had a reddish brown roof and a green door. We loved the outside, but what completely sold us was the inside. I loved the shag carpets everywhere, and we both thought that the colors on the downstairs floors were perfect. There were three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a garage, a basement, a room over the garage that could be turned into a bedroom or a playroom, and it even had a pool. We were sold, and that was that. Our lease on the apartment was up in one month, so we had to paint the bedrooms in the house soon so we could just move in.

We enjoyed painting, and Toby absolutely loved being able to crawl and slightly toddle around the new house while we did stuff. The shag carpet tickled his little legs, and it made him giggle all the time. I was happy to be doing it, but I was glad when it was over. Everything went over there in time, and our apartment's furniture supply got smaller and smaller. Finally, our lease was up, so we took everything else in the apartment, packed it up, and moved it into our new house. We had Toby's room set up, and then we looked around the house. The twin's bedroom, with two walls painted pink and two walls painted green, Toby's room, with his blue and signature sports equipment and name. I was glad Katherine was able to help us do that again, because it made us feel at home right away. I was ecstatic that we actually did it.

"Oh, Ryan." I said. "We did it! We got a new house, and the twins will be able to have their own play room! Oh, I don't what could make this day better!"

"How about this?" Ryan said. He took me outside, and I gasped. "Say hello to your new car!" He had bought us a minivan so that we could drive around the twins and Toby at the same time. This was the most wonderful day of my whole life. And I could say that, too.

Everyone got settled in within the week. Toby was making little shag carpet angels, which made us laugh. Ryan had set up his and my home office for web designing in the playroom, so that the kids could play while he worked and he could keep an eye on them. I was having trouble with morning sickness so most of the morning Ryan had to answer the phones, since my head was in the toilet. He walked in.

"Hey, sweetie. You feeling okay?" He said, and I immediately had to duck my head again. "Okay, so I guess that means you're a bit busy to work today."

I pulled my head up again and said, "I had morning sickness with Toby, but I thought it had just been something I ate. But now that I have double the life, it's like double the puke. I've never been this sick before."

"Well, if you need anything, just call." Ryan said, and handed me a towel. I thanked him, and immediately stuck my head back under. It got worse, but by noon I was finished and went downstairs to eat. Toby was sitting in his highchair, and Ryan was feeding him a baby food substance I thought looked just like what I had spent all morning getting rid of, and that pretty much ruined my appetite. I sat down on the couch, but next thing I knew, Ryan was waking me up and I was in a laying position. If I knew anything, it was that pregnancy is very, very hard. At least, it is with twins.

The babies were late. I was sitting in the kitchen, two days after they were supposed to arrive, wondering to myself if this was supposed to happen, when I felt a contraction. It was horrible, and twice as bad as the ones I had from Toby. I fell on the floor, and all of a sudden, my water broke. Ryan was up in the office, so I called to him.

"Ryan!" I yelled. "Get down here!"

He raced down the stairs and said, "What's happening? Is someone trying to break in, what?" Then he stopped, looked down at me and the wet floor around me, and said, "The twins?"

"Yah think?!" I exclaimed. Ryan picked me up, and rushed me out to the car. As we drove, he called our neighbor and asked her to watch Toby. She agreed, and we drove down the street to the hospital.

Ryan stayed in the room this time, and since we weren't that far into labor, this how everything happened. They rushed me in, and I was told to breathe really deeply and to push as hard as I could. Once I did so, I started squeezing Ryan's hand, and I knew I must've cut off his circulation several times, but he didn't seem to care. He was fixated on watching for the new baby. I pushed and pushed and pushed for what seemed like forever, when I felt a lot of pressure, and I knew in that moment it was the baby's head. I laughed when I heard her for the first time, and then I remembered that I still had another one. They told me to push again, and this time, he came out in record time. It was all worth the pain when I was holding them both. I was as excited as you can be when you've had two kids and feel like you've ran a marathon.

Ryan watched me as I slept for eight hours straight. When I had Toby, the whole time I accumulated a total of four hours, because I couldn't stop thinking about him. But with two of them, I was too exhausted to think about anything, so I got a solid eight hours. When I woke up at six the next morning, the first thing I saw was that Ryan had stayed at my bedside all night, holding my hand. I smiled because he was so sweet, but he was fast asleep, so I stroked his hair until he woke up.

"You know, they should really invent something that takes the panic out of husbands when their wives are in labor." Ryan said as he woke up.

"They do." I explained. "It's called "waiting outside." Ever heard of it?"

"Yes, but that's even worse because you don't know how your wife or your baby is doing." He replied "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"I know, but what was I supposed to do?" I replied.

"So anyway, do you want to come with me to the nursery to see them? We still haven't picked out names." He asked. So Ryan and I went down to the nursery and sat in the rocking chairs, Ryan holding the boy, and me holding the girl. We still weren't sure, but I looked at her, then back at Ryan, and we knew it simultaneously. Her name would be Alexandria. Ryan looked down at the boy and said, "I think we should name him Jeremiah." I loved the name, and nodded.

Three days passed in no time, and Toby was happy to see us all home again. I was eager to have them both home, but it turned into a handful really fast. I took some time away from the office and Ryan took over my job for the time being. It took about a month to get a routine for everything, and everything was working out just fine, until one night. The kids were their cribs, and Ryan and I had settled down at the kitchen table to talk and have some tea. All of a sudden, the front window's glass was shattered by a large rock, and a burglar with a sack jumped through the window. Ryan immediately ran in front of me to protect me.

The man yelled, "Both of you, stand next to each other and come towards me!" So naturally, we both stood up next to each other and came towards him. He tied Ryan to the chair in the living room, and then he says, "You're a fine one, aren't ya? How would you like to see what a real man is like?"

"Don't listen to him, Chell! Just stay where you are!" Ryan yelled. I saw the perfect opportunity, so I went for it. I walked toward him, and we made out in a way that I have never made out before. I looked into his eyes, and kicked the gun right out of his hand. He was stunned for a second, and that was all the time I needed. I lunged for the gun, held it up to his head, and said,

"I hope to see that the next time you harass a girl, it'll be in prison." He lunged for the gun, but I saw it coming and kicked him in the head, an instant knock out. I went over and untied Ryan. He jumped up and said, "That was amazing! Are you okay?" I nodded, but then the fear of the situation that I hadn't felt at the time came flooding over me, and I sat down and cried. Ryan sat down next to me, and he held me while I sobbed hysterically. After about a minute, we called the cops, and they came and arrested him. We found out that this man was a burglar that had been breaking in and sexually assaulting women all over Arkansas. The police were amazed that a 100 pound women that had had two children a month ago could knock out a 200 pound man with a gun and not get hurt. We were told he would be sent to prison for a long time.

The window got repaired, and we decided that we wouldn't tell the kids what had happened that night until they were older, for fear of scaring them. Our house never got broken into again, and Ryan and I joked that it was because that man had told all the other burglars that story and no one wanted to mess with me. We all wanted nothing more than to live a normal life, but I knew that that wish would never come true.