Eli's POV

Oh my God. My body went into full panic mode. I had prepared myself for this for months, and I still wasn't ready. I stared at Clare, my jaw unhinged, as she curled over suddenly, holding her stomach. "Oooowwwww…." Clare said, tears blooming in her sapphire eyes. She held her stomach as she gasped in pain and my arm was around her, guiding her to Morty. "C'mon Clare, we have to go to the hospital!" I said, terrified. I was going to be a father, was I even ready? My son, my daughter-"Ooooowwww! Eli!" Clare cried. Her nails dug into my arm and I did the only thing I could. It was obvious that Clare couldn't walk, so I very gently scooped her up in my arms. "Eli, be careful." She said, gasping for air. Her porcelain features twisted again and she gasped in pain. A sharp pain stabbed into my heart. I didn't want her to be in pain. If only I had been there so that way she wouldn't drink, then none of this wouldn't have happened. I carried Clare to Morty and thought of how I could help her. I set her down in the seat and she dealt with the seat belt. I got into Morty and reached for my keys in my pocket. I hit myt pocket, and it was empty. My keys! Where were my keys? "What's wrong?" Clare said, already terrified. "I lost my keys!"

Soon enough I was outside, frantically searching for my keys. Where were they? Something glimmered down the beach and I ran towards it, ripping the sand up. Not keys, just a candy wrapper. Oh my God. Me and Clare had been on the tide whenever I had brought out the ring, which also had my car keys in the same pocket. They were in the water. I went to the place where I proposed to Clare and saw them drifting out to see. Thank God I had put a picture of Clare and I on my keychain, and it acted as a life preserver. I dived into the cold water and grabbed the keys. Soaking wet I ran back to Morty as Clare screamed in pain. "Eli, hurry up!" she hissed through clenched teeth as I smashed the keys into the ignition. I twisted the keys and Morty roared to life. My brain was in full panic mode now, and I barely remembered to put Morty in reverse before hitting the gas. I pushed the gas pedal to the floor as Clare screamed. Her blue eyes shined with pain and sweat beaded on her forehead. Her curls were pushed back over her head. She smashed her feet into the dashboard and cried out in pain. As she panted for air I heard the barely audible words growl at me through her clenched teeth. "Call. Our. Parents." She hissed, grabbing her stomach.

"Eli, it fucking hurts!" Clare cried as another contraction rocked her body. We had been in Morty for about ten minutes and we had another five before we got to the hospital. It surprised me that Clare was swearing, she must really be in pain. I hit Cece and Bullfrog's number on my speed dial. Please pick up. Cece picked up on the third ring. "Hey baby boy, what's up?" Cece asked me. "Clare's having the baby, can you and Bullfrog meet us at the hospital?" I asked, frantic. A rush of emotions were running through me and my heart was pounding in my ears. "Are you serious? But baby boy, it's too soon. Clare's only eight months along!" Cece said. "I know, I know, but the babies are coming now!" I said. "Suitcase." Clare muttered from the passenger side as her contraction wore off. "Oh, yeah, can you stop by our house and get Clare's suitcase? It's in the hall!" I said. Cece agreed and I hung up the phone. I pressed the gas to get through the light before it turned red and Clare smiled at me weakly. "I remembered the suitcase." She said, laughing a little. "You packed it the week we got back together, four months before the babies were due." She said, still laughing. Yeah, I had. Four months before. It might seem insane, but Clare and I laughed all the way to the hospital.

After another call to Clare's parents, we were at the hospital. I ran around to the other side and helped Clare out. She clung to me as I helped her limp into the ER. "Eli, I'm scared. The babies are too early, what if they get hurt?" she said, upset. Another contraction rocked her body and I scooped her up again. I was scared, too. What if they were too early? What if they got sick? Clare shuddered in my arms and I raced into the emergency room. "Can someone help me? My fiancée is having a baby!" I said. Two nurses rushed over, one pushing a wheelchair. "Who's your doctor?" the nurse asked as she helped Clare into the wheelchair. "Dr. Martin" I said. The nurse sighed in relief. "You're very lucky, he just delivered a baby and is still here. I'll get him for you." I told them our names and Cece and Bullfrog showed up in time to fill in the forms for me. I left to go be with my fiancée. She was lying in a bed, panting. Sweat rolled down her face and she looked terrified. "Eli, Eli, I'm so scared." She said as the nurse asked her questions. "Me too, baby. Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." I said, taking her hand. I let her squeeze it whenever she went through pain. "Tell Cece to call Adam and Fiona." She gasped. "And Darcy. And tell Cece to get in here, I want her to be here." Clare hissed. I did as I was told and walked in with Cece and the doctor. Clare denied drugs, saying she didn't want the babies to be drugged for their first moment in the world. He looked up at Clare and lifted the blanket. "How many centimeters is she dilated?" he asked. "Ten, doctor. She's ready to push." Cece got on the other side of Clare as I squeezed her hand. "It's going to be okay, Clare." I whispered as she screamed in pain. After a few more pushes, the doctor said that the baby was crowning. This is the last moment before you're a father, Eli, I thought as the baby slid into the doctor's hands. Suddenly, all the little things that had mattered to me before I suddenly didn't give a damn about. I looked down at my firstborn son and I felt the rush of heat that everyone experiences. I watched as he squirmed, took his first breath and let out a wailing cry. Somewhere far behind me, the doctor declared I had a son and the love of my life sighed in relief and asked if he was okay. He was. He was perfect.

I cut the cord just in time for my first daughter to be brought into the world. She was smaller than her twin, much smaller. Ten fingers and ten toes, just like her brother. Time passed in slow motion, with Clare and I holding our children. I already knew there names before I even said them. I looked at Clare, my beautiful fiancée and tears streamed down our face. We barely discussed it before their names were picked. Whenever the doctor asked for the name on the birth certificate, I said them with utter confidence. "Jaylin Brianna Goldsworthy and Julian Adam Goldsworthy."

A/N Do you like the names? I tried to mix Katherine1997's idea with PeaceLoveandWar67's idea, and the baby boy's middle name was already decided on Adam. More chapters? If so, review guys! Thank you so much to all of my wonderful reviewers!