:-P this is the last chapter! Or at least, I think... Ok, and one more thing, I never have owned Spongebob. If I did, do you think I would be writing a fanfiction about him? I only own the plot, but if anyone else had the idea before me, sorry, but too bad so sad.
Ten years later:
Spongebob POV:
I held Sandy's hand as we walked down the road. I was remembering ten years ago, what happened from me just being stupid. I could still remember all of my friends coming rushing into the hospital. Larry, of all people, was the most understanding. He had overdosed on steroids once, trying to get even more muscular, and it had backfired so hard, he got landed in the hospital. I was snapped back to reality when Sandy giggled. She had invented a pill eight years ago, so now she could breath underwater. Her hand was resting on her enlarged belly. She giggled again. "The kids are kicking the heck out of my ribs. Wanna feel?" My hands replaced hers, and I laughed as I felt two pairs of feet kicking at my hands. I still couldn't believe we had gotten this lucky. Twins on the way, and Mr. Krabs actually gave me a raise, somewhat out of generosity, somewhat because when the medical carriers were checking my work records, they saw how little he was paying me and threatened life in jail if he didn't pay me minimum wage. We walked into the pineapple, and I saw the blanket that Sandy had brought to the hospital laying on the couch. I smiled when I thought about the fact that she had used it to sleep the whole time I was in the hospital. We were giving it to the babies when they arrived, since I had had a large growth spurt once the oxygen had gotten all around my body, and it didn't fit me anymore. I was now taller than Sandy, and had gotten a little stronger since that had happened. We went over and sat down on the couch. Sandy got a slightly uncomroftable look on her face. No wonder, since she looked like her own planet. Her stomach was HUGE. "What's wrong?" I asked anyway. "It's nothing, just a few Braxton-Hicks." AKA false labor. "Are you sure about that? It's almost time. Those could be real." She shook her head. "No, no, I'm fine. If they get any worse, though, we're going to the hospital." I got up, and said "Just in case, I'm getting the bag ready, so if it is real, we're prepared." She sighed, and her face paled. She bit her lip, and I rushed over. "Are you alright?" She shook her head, exhaled, and turned back to her natural color. "We have to go. Bring the bag." I ran and got it, and helped her to the boat. I had gotten my license not long ago. I was doing more than the speed limit, but that didn't matter. I had to get her to the hospital. I now know how she felt when she rushed me over, right after the first episode. When we got to the hospital, I rushed inside, got a nurse, and we brought out a wheelchair. She was holding her stomach and breathing heavily by now. We got a room set up, and they undressed her. Once she was in the robe, the long process started. I held her hand, and tried not to scream when she clenched down so hard that we heard a series of pops... But three hours later, we heard cries, not coming from Sandy, but from two precious baby girls. The nurses wrapped them up, and we each got to hold them. They were square, and spongy, but had squirrel tails and ears. One had brown eyes, one blue. We looked at eachother, and said "Isabell and Elizabeth." at the same time. We had made up names right after we found out we were having twins, and had picked out two girls names, and two boys. We smiled, and they closed their eyes in unison. That was the happiest day of both of our lives, and now, 8 years later, we are still just as happy.