The next morning, I awoke to the sound of the TV turned on and the news bursting about Jennifer Warren being arrested for assault and I couldn't help but think that it served her right.

The nurse came in with a clean gown and a strange tube of something in her hand. She pulled along a weird looking monitor and sat down beside me.

"Now, I tried to warm this up before I came in here, but your opinion may vary about how warm it really is. Trevor, would you mind stepping out for a moment while I get Raven changed into this special gown for her ultrasound?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure." Trevor said as he walked out the door, glancing back as if it hurt him to leave me for even a second and shut the door behind him.

"Now, Raven, I need you to stand up and take that gown off so I can help you put this one on." The nurse explained as I did what I was told.

The gown looked more like a dress and even though was white with small pink flowers on it, I was still too tired to care. At least I wouldn't flash anyone if I ever need something that's not in my room.

The nurse called Trevor back in as I settled back in my hospital bed, lying on my back with the small buttons undone only over my belly.

I smiled as I watched Trevor staring at the monitor at all times, wanting to see how the baby was doing just as much as I was. But a strange, freezing cold gel on my stomach snapped me from my loving trance.

"Oh, frig that's cold!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry. As I said, I tried my best to warm it up." The nurse giggled as Trevor hand my hand and kissed my cheek softly to try to calm me.

After a while, I got used to the feeling of the cold gel and the nurse took out a small device that was plugged into the monitor and began running it along my stomach, the gel following its movements.

"Well, well, this is quite interesting Miss Madison." The nurse grinned, looking at me. "See that?" she pointed to the screen.

Both I and Trevor looked very closely at the two beating movements on the screen.

"Those are two heart beats. You're having twins." She said, grinning again. "Congrats."

My dream was right. I was having twins and Trevor was—

THUD!

"Oh, God! Trevor, are you okay?" I asked to my fainted boyfriend on the floor.

The nurse rushed over and helped Trevor up as he stared into space, his eyes glazed over. He was so shocked he couldn't speak or pay attention to anything, for that matter.

"Mr. Mitchell, please stay awake as I complete the ultrasound." She commanded, sitting back in her chair as she took more pictures of the twins at all angles of my belly.

Trevor numbly watched me and the monitor as the nurse washed off the gel from my stomach and walked out of the door to get the pictures.

"Twins." Trevor muttered, staring at nothing in particular.

I smiled and touched his cheek, pulling his face down so I could give him a nice big kiss, snapping him out of his trance as he followed each kiss, taking over by deepening it even more than the last one.

When we finally lost all oxygen we had and broke apart, the nurse had already came in with a large envelope in her hand and a deep red blush on her cheeks.

"Excuse me, am I interrupting something?" She asked, blushing even redder.

"No, but I had to wake him somehow." I laughed, taking the envelope and pulling out the pictures to look at them.

"I'll leave you two to look at the photos." The nurse said as she practically sprinted out the door, shutting the door behind her.

I stared at the photos with Trevor for I don't know how long when a knock at the door broke the moment. Trevor walked to the door and opened it. "Mom, Dad, what are you two doing here?"

His parents were here. Why? They hated my guts, right? I was a disgrace to them for tainting their son enough to fall in love with me, right?

"We wanted to see how you two were doing after what happened." His mom explained, walking into the room as her husband followed and Trevor shut the door.

Oh shit. We haven't told his parents I'm pregnant yet. What will they say if they see the pictures?

"What might these be?" Mrs. Mitchell asked, taking the pictures from me in her snooty Prada Bee way as she looked at them. Within the next minute or so, she was slumped in her husband's arms dramatically fainted as he set her on the couch and took the pictures.

"You got her pregnant? Trevor, what about your future? How could you be so stupid as to get this girl pregnant?" He bellowed, putting emphasis on the word 'this' as he pointed at me and threw the pictures to the cold floor.

If looks could kill, Trevor would have just murdered his own father with the very strong death glare he was giving him as he bent down to pick up the photos of our babies.

Trevor's dad pulled his mother by the arm and stomped angrily out of the door and tears began to fill my eyes. I didn't know why they did. I knew that Trevor's parents hated me. I guess it was the fact that they hate my babies too. I sat there, sobbing into my hands when I felt warm arms surround me.

"It's okay, Raven. We don't need their support to live our lives happily. We can ban them from the delivery room and we won't even have to see or even speak to them. I don't want you or the kids to be miserable, okay? It's all going to be okay." Trevor soothed, rubbing my stomach lightly as he kissed my head.

That night, my dreams were filled with lovely images of two children climbing all over Trevor and me, all of us laughing. It was so beautiful that I began to cry as I slept and Trevor woke me softly, staring at me in concern.

"Is something wrong, honey?" He whispered.

"No, everything's fine. I just had such a wonderful dream that I guess it made me cry." I said, laughing softly at myself as I wiped my tears away.

Trevor crawled in bed with me and snuggled under the covers, petting my head until I drifted back to sleep as his heartbeat as my sweet lullaby.