Urbanluver would like you all to know that the reason it may seem a little rushed is because these were originally short chapters on the wb fan fiction board, and we combined 3 chapter into one to make the transfer process a little faster! Sorry for the inconvenience, from now on there will be a large gap in between the used to be small chapter. Once again thank you all for reading and the great reviews. Enjoy the rest of the story!

Martin, whose head had been resting on Ruthie's sweaty shoulder, raised his head, as did Ruthie, when Sarah yelled out that Abby may be alive after all.
"What!" Matt yelled, as he ran towards Sarah.
"Matt, Abby's got a heartbeat. Listen..."
Matt put the stethoscope in his ears, and a smile wider than the Mississippi crossed his face.
"Ruthie, Abby's alive."
Ruthie let out a high pitched squeal, as she looked at Martin. Martin was now crying, except instead of tears of worry and sadness as in the past few days, he was now crying tears of joy. He had two children, not just one. Abigail Ryann Brewer and Keith Lionel Brewer. Martin kissed Ruthie, she kissed him back, and they looked up when Abigail Ryann Brewer, daughter of Martin Brewer and Ruthie Camden, let out a cry that proved she was indeed very much alive.
Matt and Sarah wrapped up Abby, and walked over, handing Keith to Martin, and Abby to Ruthie.
Martin looked down at his son, as the family crowded around the newborn twins. Martin stuck his finger in the tiny hand of his son, and his son clenched it, and Martin began to silently cry, feeling love that he'd only felt for Ruthie.
"Mr. Camden, can I talk to you alone for a minute?"
"Sure, Martin."
Martin handed his son to Lucy, who was, of course, waiting for the first vacant baby to show up.
Martin and Eric found a corner of the room, and Martin began to let his heart out.
"Mr. Camden, I know that Ruthie's only sixteen, but in two years it will be legal for her to get married, right?"
"Yes, and I don't know where you're going with this. Are you saying you want to marry her now? I don't think..."
"No, Mr. Camden, no. I just...I want to be engaged to her. It'll be like a long engagement. I know exactly how I want to propose and everything, and I want to be able to call myself Ruthie's fiance, not just her boyfriend and father of her children."
"Annie, can you come here a second?"
Martin sighed, as he seemed to be making some progress. After all, Eric didn't say outright that he couldn't, right?
"What's the matter? Martin, you're not thinking of leaving already, are you? How could you, you just..."
"What! No, Mrs. Camden! Believe me, leaving her is the thing farthest from what I'm asking right now. I want to know if I can go ahead and propose to her."
"Right now?"
"No, in a few weeks, once she's a bit better, but I want to propose to her. I mean, I bought the ring, I know how I want to do it, and I know I want to marry her. I just think that we could consider it a long engagement. I mean, some couples go five years without getting married. Can't we just wait two?"
"Wait, you're planning on marrying her when she's 18 and you're 20? Don't you think that's a little young, especially with two kids?"
"Well, I figured that since Kevin and Lucy are moving out soon, that we can stay in the garage apartment, until we find a place. That's where we plan on staying now.."
"Wait, you plan on staying in the same room? Together? Sleeping in there..."
"I've got two beds, Mr. Camden. We won't sleep in the same bed again until we're engaged."
"Married. Not until you're married, Martin."
Martin playfully rolled his eyes. "Well...can I propose?"
Eric and Annie exchanged glances, and both knew that their daughter had made a wise choice. Eric looked towards the sky, obviously asking for God's consent, and then looked again at Martin.
"You may propose. However, you MUST get her a gorgeous ring."
Martin laughed, happier than he'd been in a long time. "I promise. I actually have the ring with me. Wanna see it?"
Martin opened the box, and inside was the most beautiful diamond engagement ring Annie and Eric had ever seen. Martin had it sized, cut, everything, perfectly. There was no doubt that it would fit her finger, as Cinderella's glass slipper fit her foot. It had three large diamonds, with two light blue sapphires on the sides.
"Martin, it's beautiful. How much did you spend on that?"
"Uh...almost five thousand..."
"Martin! We have to help you pay for some of that..."
"No, really, Mrs. Camden. I can manage. Okay, I can't...how much would you be willing to pay?"
"We'll pay for the whole thing. How's that?"
"No, I want to pay for some of it. She's my fiance. How about three quarters?"
"Alright, fair enough. Now get back to your children."
"Okay, Mom." Martin laughed, giving each hugs as he ran back to his soon-to-be fiance and her family. He was given his daughter, now, as Ruthie was holding her son. Eric and Annie watched on, as Martin laughed, holding his daughter with love and care that showed he'd be an amazing husband, and father of many more children.
"He's perfect, isn't he Eric?"
"Yes, he is. He's a God-given angel for our daughter. Part of me is glad that she's a mother now."
"Why?"
"Maybe she'll lose her teenager attitude, and act like a full-fledged adult."
Annie laughed. She and Eric walked back over to their grandchildren, and were each given one to hold, as Ruthie and Martin shared a passionate kiss. The only thought that flashed across Martin's mind was, I love you, Ruthie Brewer. Ruthie, Abigail, and Keith. You're my family...my family. My children, my wife...I'll love you and any one else that joins us until the day I die...I love you...I love you, Ruthie..

FRIDAY
Martin walked in from school, climbing up the stairs and yelling at the same time.
"Babe, I'm home! Ruth! Where are ya?"
"In here, baby!"
"Well...where's here?"
"Ha ha, Martin, you know where here is!"
Martin laughed, because he did know. He walked into his apartment, setting his backpack down and walking towards the kids' room. He stood and leaned against the door frame, as he watched Ruthie lay the twins down for a nap. He walked up behind her, slipping his arms across her waist, placing them under her shirt on her bare stomach.
"Baby, you look so hot, even with two kids. I love you.."
Martin's words were cut short, as Ruthie quickly turned around, and, giving a come-get-me smile, pulled him by his collar out of the babies room, shutting the door, and walking into Martin's room. Once inside, she shut Martin's door, and locked it.
"What was the point of that?" Martin asked in a mocking voice, walking closer to her.
"Well," she said, pressing herself against him, "our children are too young to see this."
Martin smiled, as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss became more passionate, as Martin began to lay her down on the bed. They broke their kiss for one moment, as Ruthie looked deep into Martin's eyes.
"Do you have.."
Martin quieted her as he kissed her, growing more passionate by the minute. He began to kiss her neck, as he pressed himself against her. Ruthie moaned with pleasure, as Martin began to lift her shirt off. Ruthie began to unbutton his dress shirt, as Martin pulled something necessary out of his pocket. Suddenly, however, Ruthie stopped him.
"No, Martin, we can't do this. We know the consequences. We've learned the hard way, and I know we weren't safe, but that doesn't mean this time will be."
Martin looked at her, and knew that she was right. "Ruthie, I want this."
"I do too, but I...I...oh, forget it, Martin..."
Ruthie grabbed a shirtless Martin, and pulled him on top of her. Ruthie began to moan, causing Martin to become even more aggressive, as he passionately kissed her chest, and the two made love for the second time.

"Martin, we need to check on the twins. How long has it been?"
Martin laughed. "Well, I got home at 2:30. It is now...4:00. How's that?"
Ruthie smiled, and began to get herself dressed. Martin watched, because tomorrow was the day when he would propose. He had everything planned, and knew that Ruthie would be surprised.

SATURDAY The Day of the Proposal

Ruthie was getting ready, but for what she didn't know. All she knew was that she was supposed to get dressed up, and Annie was going to watch the kids.
Ruthie checked herself out in the mirror one last time, and walked out, finding her mother holding Abby and Keith in both arms. As Ruthie walked out, Annie looked up.
"Wow, Ruthie! You look gorgeous! Still no idea where he's taking you, huh?"
"No, do you know?"
"Yes, but I'm not allowed to tell, and you'll be glad later that I didn't."
Ruthie, confused by this comment, gave her children quick kisses, her mom a hug, and walked outside.
Martin was waiting outside, holding the door to a white limo open. He almost fell over, when he saw Ruthie come out. She walked over to him, all the while thinking, He looks so good in that suit.
Martin grabbed her in his arms. "You look...amazing, spectacular, hot, gorgeous, beautiful...there aren't enough words."
Ruthie smiled, as she turned to model her dress. She was wearing a bright red strapless dress, cut just below the knee, and wearing silver strappy sandals with it.
"Thank you, and you look pretty good yourself, sir."
Martin acted as though he were an older gentleman, and with a very fake English accent, "Well, thank you, ma'am. You know," he said, pretending to smoke a pipe, "this suit actually belonged to my grandfather. Or was it my great-grandfather? Ah, anyway..."
Ruthie playfully slapped him, causing Martin to laugh. He let Ruthie get inside, and followed her in.
"Martin, are these windows tinted?"
"Yeah, why? We already did that yesterday..."
Ruthie smiled, and leaned in to kiss him.
"So, will you tell me where we're going now?"
"Nope. We're here anyway."

Martin helped Ruthie out, and she noticed that they were in the middle of a forest. She gave a quizzical look at Martin, who just laced his fingers in hers, and helped her through the trees.
There was a clearing past all the trees, and Ruthie gasped as she saw the path up to a gazebo was covered in peach rose petals, which was her favorite flower.
"Martin, it's beautiful."
Martin walked her up into the gazebo, where candles were burning, and he stopped right in front of them.
"Ruthie, I love you with all of my being. There has never been anyone that I have or could ever loved more. You are the woman I am supposed to spend my life with, and I'm sure of that. I want to have a family with you, I want to marry you, and I want to become part of your family. I feel like I already am."
Martin kneeled on one knee, as Ruthie put a hand to her mouth, and began to tear up.
"Ruthie, I already have permission from your parents to do this, but I would've done this regardless of what they said. Ruthie Camden, I love you, and I have but one question to ask. In two years, will you marry me?"
Ruthie let out a small laugh, and let out one little word that meant the world to Martin.
"Yes, I will."
Martin slipped the ring on her finger, which fit perfectly. He stood up, and Ruthie grabbed him with such a force that it almost knocked both of them over. He began to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her, and whispered in her ear that he loved her, and always would.

Ruthie and Martin spent a time making out in the gazebo, and afterwards, Martin plugged in a stereo, and started the music. He turned, and held out his hand.
"My dearest, will you dance with me?"
Ruthie smiled, placing her hand in his, as he pulled her close, looking into her eyes the entire time.
"Ruthie, why do you love me?"
"You make me laugh, you adore me." At this, Martin laughed, yet at the same time, nodding, because he knew it was true. "You're perfect, you're everything to me, you're just a god-given angel, sent to me, and I'm so glad I found you."
Martin smiled, making Ruthie's knees go weak.
"Martin, do you think that we'll still make each other weak when we're 70?"
Martin laughed. "You will always make me weak, baby. No one else on God's green Earth can make me feel this way. When I'm with you, I just melt. My knees go weak, I can barely stand up, and I feel like I'm going to fall. Then you smile, and I feel like I'm going to faint. Sometimes, I wonder how the hell I got so lucky to find you. Then, I think back to when we first met, and realize that our meeting had to be a work of the hand of God, and I thank Him every day for that."
Ruthie flashed her dazzling smile, and Martin put his hand to his forehead, pretending that he was going to faint. Ruthie laughed, and kissed him again, as the music softly played in the background. Ruthie pulled away, and stretched her arms around his neck, looking at her ring behind his back. Mr. and Mrs. Martin Brewer...Ruthie Brewer...Ruthie Ryann Brewer...I'm going to be a married woman at the age of 18...oh God..18!..I have to be crazy...I can't get married at 18..I have twins and college to be thinking about..
"Martin, maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"What? Me slipping my hands down your back?" he said, flashing a smile.
Ruthie realized how low his hands were, and laughed.
"No, us getting married."
Martin pulled away. "What?"
"Martin, I'm going to be 18 years old. I have twins, and college, and my wacky family to worry about. How am I going to juggle all of that?"
Martin looked at her, with a look in his eyes, that caused Ruthie to have to sit down. Every time he looked at her that way, she couldn't stand up. She became dizzy, and felt her knees give out.
Martin sat down beside her, and sighed. "I was afraid of this. Ruthie, it's gonna be hard the first few months, but we're already living like a married couple. Just without the big house, and your parents right next door, but we rarely even ask them for help. You've learned a lot with all your older siblings living with you. We're going to make it." Martin took Ruthie's hands in his, and turned to her. "Ruthie, I'm not going to let anything happen to our family. I'm going to get us through any troubles that come our way. You'll go to college, I'll go to college, our kids will go to college. Don't worry, okay? I love you with all my heart, so believe me when I tell you that everything will be fine, alright?"
Ruthie felt comforted, and couldn't believe that she'd doubted him.
Martin looked at his watch. "We need to go, if we're going to put up with your family tonight."
Ruthie laughed, as Martin pulled her up. He helped her back into the limo, and the two made out the whole way home.

After putting up with the family, Ruthie and Martin walked into their apartment. Martin began to take off his tie, until Ruthie grabbed him by the tie.
"Leave it on, babe," Ruthie said, pulling him by the tie into the bedroom. Five minutes later, Lucy walked up, yelling for the two of them. Ruthie and Martin quickly made themselves look innocent, and ran into the living room. Lucy knew what had been going on, and looked at the two of them.
"I'm not stupid, you two. I thought you said you were going to wait until you were married. I won't tell Mom and Dad, but you're using.."
"Yeah, don't worry. What'd you need?" Martin asked, glad he was getting off the hook.
"Just making sure you guys are okay. We'll let the babies sleep in the house tonight," Lucy said, eyeing the two of them. They caught the message, gave a quick thank you, locked the door, and headed back to the bedroom. The next morning, Ruthie woke up, and rolled over, noticing that Martin was awake also.
"Hey, baby. I've been staring at you for hours."
"On top or under the covers?"
Martin gave a guilty smile, and Ruthie laughed. Ruthie got up, and wrapped a robe around her.
"Well, this is a nice thing to wake up to," Martin said. "Ya know, I don't think you've actually used the bed that was meant for you."
"I haven't needed to, yet," Ruthie said, laughing as she did. Martin got in the shower, and Ruthie got ready to start her first day as an engaged woman.