Cleo's POV:

I drifts off to sleep, but found that I couldn't stay that way. I was thinking about Lewis and our children, and if he'd stick around, or if he'd choose to go back to the United States, and how Laura and her brother would react to losing their Dad so soon after getting him back. I stood up, figuring that I might as well do something productive if I was going to sleep. I went downstairs, and started cleaning and putting away the dishes. I got all the dishes put away, and then looked for something else to do. As I was deciding that I would organize the living room, I heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Cleo? Where are you?" Lewis inquired.

"In the kitchen." I replied.

"Why are you up so late?" Lewis asked, coming into the kitchen.

"I couldn't sleep. Did I wake you?" I inquired.

"No, you didn't. I guess I'm still a little mixed up with time zones." Lewis replied.

"Would you like anything? Hot chocolate? Water? Food?" I asked.

"No, that's okay." Lewis answered.

"Okay." I said, and leaned against the counter.

"I'd like to know something, though." Lewis inquired.

"Sure, what is it?" I asked.

"I'd like to know how the babies were born." Lewis replied.

"Okay." I said, and started to tell him.

"I was walking along the beach one morning and my water broke. Sam wasn't answering her phone, and neither was Emma or Rikki. I was close to Ash's horse stable, so I went over there, and he drove me to the hospital. I called my Dad, and he came back from his fishing so he could find Sam. Sam came to the hospital after a while, and about three hours later, I was dilated enough so I could push. I did, and Laura was born, and then Lewis Jr. was born. They were perfectly healthy, and weighing 6 pounds 4 ounces and 6 pounds 2 ounces." I explained.

"And there were no complications?" Lewis asked.

"Well, I did start to bleed a bit afterwards, but other then that, everything was fine." I replied.

"I'm glad that you and the babies were alright, Cleo." Lewis said.