9 months later

It was finally coming, after 9 long hard months it was time. I was having my children. I smiled as I thought of it. I had now come to terms with it all. Me having to babies with different fathers. It was rare, but possible. One was a child of love, another of rape. But I didn't care, each I would love; equally. After all it wasn't their fault if they had different Dad's.

I felt my stomach tense and I felt pain rip through me. It was painful this. Very painful. But I was prepared. Michael was stood beside me, holding my sweating hand. His eyes flashed red sometimes, but he was in control; he had to be. The doctors and midwives surrounded me. But I didn't pay them much heed. There was a radio on in the background. Its reception was bad. It kept cutting out in the middle of songs. Apparently having songs on in the background helped. But to me it was just there. Background noise.

Who was I kidding? I was just thinking randomly to stop myself from screaming to loud. Michael hated to see me in pain, so I was trying not to be. But I was failing. I had been in labour for 3 hours now and the pain was intense. A midwife came over to me and said,

"There we go dear, nearly there. One more push!" I nodded and pushed. Sweat dripped off my head as I tried to push my children into the world…

Another four hours later

One more push? It had been another four hours since she had said that. But yet to me it seemed as if it was an entire lifetime of pain ago. I was seven hours in and even Michaels calming mask was cracking. I heaved another breath in and continued to push. The midwives were ready. Ready to get one of my children.

I screamed as one of them slipped out covered in blood. A midwife held the baby and hurried into a corner of the room to wrap it in a cloth. I barely noticed this. I was to focused on pushing still. I screamed as my second child came into the world. Another midwife picked my baby up and wrapped it in a cloth.

"Well done Claire. I love you." Michael whispered to me. The doctor came and started mopping my sweating face but I shook my head and looked at Michael pleadingly. He understood and asked,

"Can Claire see them now please?" His voice was calm but with a undercurrent of power beneath is soft voice.

The midwives brought over my children. The midwife who appeared to be older said,

"Congratulations Claire! You have to very healthy babies. One a boy and one a girl! The eldest is the boy…" They then handed me one of them. It was a girl. Such a sweet girl I had never seen before. Her eyes were open and were a light blue colour. This was Michaels then. I smiled down at her and she smiled back. Toothless she was but it was still a smile.

Next they handed me the boy. His eyes were brown a deep brown, like Shanes were. This was his child. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back, no he just stared at me. Regarding me. His skin was pale but not as pale as the girl's. I smile as I handed him back. Michael was already holding his child, smiling serenely.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" One of the midwives asked. I shared a look with Michael. We had actually.

"Jack Sam Shane Collins and Harmony Amelie Michaela Glass." I said. We had both agreed on the names. Shane in his child's name as a memory. Michaels in his for the memory too.

"Why the different surnames" one of the midwives asked.

"Because Jack's Father raped me and Harmony's Father didn't and I conceived both of them," I stated bluntly. The midwife blushed and said no more. Michael came over and hugged me. I smiled back up at him. Neither of us said what we knew they were thinking. They were thinking one thing: poor girl for being raped but she deserves it if she's a Fang-banger. What sort of girl is she if that happened to her?

They let me out the next day. Michael came and picked me up in his dark tinted car. I climbed into the front, Harmony and Jack were strapped into the back. The drive home was silent but not uncomfortable. The children were asleep and Michael and I were thinking our own thoughts.

When we arrived back at the Glass House Michael ran inside to avoid the sun whilst I carried them in. The house was dark and old but as we stepped into it a light hum sounded through it, echoing our own mood. Happiness. I picked up Jack and Michael picked up Harmony and together we walked up the stairs of our home.

We had redecorated the other two bedrooms when we realised that it was easier than them sharing. Both had been painted a pale white colour, with matching furniture. It was simply so it didn't matter if we had girls or boys. The rooms themselves were large and airy. Inside each was a cot, wardrobe, changing stuff etc. But there were also other things. Toys for one thing and story books. Michael had already sent an announcement in the paper and had told all of our friends. Including Amelie.

So as we walked into the rooms that was all we thought we would find in each. We were wrong. As we stepped into Harmony's room we were surprised to see that it had been redone, in a pale pink colour. Girls toys were mixed in with the things we had already bought. Michael placed Harmony in her cot, which had remained white, and looked in the wardrobe. In the wardrobe were clothes. Newborn clothes and ones for when she got older. He gasped in astonishment as he pulled out a card which had been stuck to the door. It read,

Dear the happy couple,

When I heard your news I was so happy for you. Both of you.

So,

I decided to redo the rooms to suit their occupant.

It was so easy so I also bought you some things for both of them:

Clothes, toys, books, bedding, I even got you some nappies that are sex specific.

I'm so glad for you. So I have also set up a trust fund for both of them, from me.

Also I have set an allowance aside for you, to make things easier. Also when they grow out of their clothes new ones will replace them.

Once again,

Congratulations!

Amelie.

We were both dumbstruck. Yes Amelie had been very good to them. And supportive but neither of them had ever thought she would do something like this!

We were even more surprised when we walked into Jack's room to find it had had the same treatment.

After we had put them to bed and eaten Michael hugged me and said,

"That was so nice of Amelie. I suppose it's a very good thing we named her their Godmother." I nodded. Their Godfather had been a harder choice, but we decided that Myrin would be a good one. He may be mad sometimes, but he was a good person really. Well a good vampire at any rate.

I smiled up at him and he kissed me gently and from there things just got better and better…

YAY! Sorry it took so long for this update. I wrote it all at once so… what do you think will happen now? Good or bad? Please, please, please review and tell me what you think!

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JW

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