AN: Here I am (once again) coming to you semi-live from the Math Tutoring Center. Should I be studying/preparing for my exam/midterm tonight, yeah probably but I have last year's exams and that's close enough. Hopefully the professor puts it up ahead of time and I can just do it before hand and get it over with! SO UPDATE! Kids actually came to tutoring today as I was doing this so it's only approximately 8 hours later. Whatever. Exam was kinda long and maybe a little terrible but whatever. There're about a million billion things I should be doing but they're not due tomorrow so it's not do until tomorrow!

Disclaimer: the Victorious characters belong to Nickelodeon and Mr. Dan Schneider and all others either are mine or someone else's.

{{ Grace carried me here and by grace I'll carry on. (unknown) }}

Once Dylan turned two, we bought him his own toddler bed, allowing him to come and go as he pleased. The little princess's kicking usually woke me up about an hour before the alarm and it was a great day if Dylan stayed down long enough for me to actually use it. Then it was breakfast, get dressed, take Ryleigh to school, entertain Dylan until it was time to get Ryleigh from school, make dinner while entertaining both kids, eat, put the kids to bed, and maybe spend some time with my boyfriend. Repeat again the next day. Kinda crazy and by that I meant very very hectic. I, unfortunately, could no longer carry Dylan up and down stairs, leaving me with no choice but to endure the five to ten minutes it took for him to move downstairs.

Today was no different than the last few months had been. Alarm went off at precisely 6:45am. After a 15 minute struggle, I was on my feet. Luckily, a few knocks on Ryleigh's door and she'd usually wake up. I took a quick peak in to make sure she was getting up, and she was good to get dressed and brush her hair, then head downstairs for breakfast. Dylan, my sweet boy, was another story all together. After all but pulling him out of bed, he very reluctantly took off his turtle jammies and put on normal clothes. We were trying to teach him to dress himself before the baby came, but progress was slow.

After what seems like forever both kids were dressed and the pancake batter I made last night was frying away on the skillet. Three "baby" pancakes, 3 chocolate chip, and an R, D, and C. As I was setting the last plate down, I felt a soft twinge in my abdomen. Oh God. This can't be happening again. It's too early! I silently reassured myself that the baby was just moving weird today and if anything got worse, Harry and the hospital were just a phone call away.

Ryleigh was dropped off at exactly 7:50 am each day then it was back home for Dylan and me. Today, he decided he wanted to color pictures for his baby sister and I happily obliged. Six pictures and a nap later and I was definitely sure these were real contractions. I was scared out of my mind but things were still relatively slow. Thankfully Dylan went down without a fight today and I quickly notified Harry. I tried to get him to stay at the interview he was at, but he insisted that he rush home immediately. Amateur. Thankfully he also agreed to pick Ryleigh up as I was too afraid to try to drive right now, both from the panicked worry and the physically taxing contractions.

"Cat, Dylan, we're home," I could hear Harry drop Ryleigh's backpack by the front door. "And I brought pizza!" Good. I didn't even think of making dinner yet. I gavr him a quick kiss, which he returned with an additional peck on my distended abdomen. "Hello, baby," he spoke to our unborn child.

"So what kind of pizza did you get?" I looked up at him, overcome with tons of hunger. Before he could even answer, I was already in the kitchen taking a slice or two (or seven) for myself (and the baby).

As the contractions grew worse and worse, I found myself having to lean on my boyfriend more and more, while also trying not to startle or concern my son and daughter.

"I called my Mum. She should be here soon, but for now, go take a nap. I've got the kids."

"Thanks." I weakly smiled and slowly, but surely, made my way up to our bedroom and laid down. The waves of unconsciousness drifted over me as I neared sleep. Suddenly, the doorbell alerted us that Harry's mum was finally here and we could get everything going. The kids were both given a very brief and vague "your little sister is coming; go help Daddy pack your things" and Anne came upstairs to check on me. I was curled up in the smallest ball I could be in, trying to relax while I still could. My body ached all over and I knew if I stood up, this would all get a lot more real then I currently felt.

The ride to the hospital I was a downright mess. Horrible memories flash through my mind. Luckily the streets are clear and somehow, no one notices Harry. After an overly long walk to the maternity ward, we finally reached the desk and were given our room.

"Help me get this gown on!" I leaned against Harry for support. "The nurse said the doctor will be in very soon!" After helping me change, he helped me onto the bed and took a seat next to me.

"Ms. Valentine-" the doctor popped his head in- "I'll be filling in for your normal doctor. He's out for his son's Bar Mitzvah today."

"Hi!" I waved, happy that the contraction was currently over. "This is my boyfriend, Harry." The two men shook hands, then the doctor pulled out all his equipment to perform an ultrasound. The cool gel sent a shiver down my spine as I was overcome with pain. The doctor moved down to the foot of my bed to look at the charts and I felt like I was gonna fuke! I already almost lost Dylan. I could't go through that again! Not so soon!

"You're having a girl, yes?" the doctor asked. Harry and I nodded very concerned.

"Is something wrong, doc?" Harry looked between the doctor and I. I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Well it appears that you are having twins, Ms. Valentine, a boy and girl. Congratulations." I'm having what! The brief relief had soon turned to a different kind of fear. How did they not know about another baby? And was he gonna be okay? Harry was by my side, my hand in his, before I could even comprehend my movements.

"Both babies appear to be perfectly healthy and nearly full term for twins." He reassured us.

"Kay kay." I squeezed Harry's hand so hard I was sure I'd pull it off his arm. The pain had gotten to be absolutely excruciating, way worse than when Dylan was born. To be quite honest, I barely remembered being at the hospital, until about half an hour before he was born. I guess I was just in such a haze of panic, it didn't even register in my brain. Now, I just wanted both of my babies out and I wanted to make sure they were okay and healthy and fine. Peopke aren't supposed to not know about a baby and the fact that wr didn't scared me a lot.

"Okay, Cat-" the doctor's voice pulled me out of my thoughts- "you can push anytime you're ready."

Isn't she lovely, isn't he wonderful. Harry's gentle humming was downright hypnotizing. He was currently rocking both babies in his arms. He insisted that I sleep once both babies came back with a clean bill of health. They looked so big compared to how tiny Dylan was, and they were still nearly a month and a half early. Harry handed the newborns back to me (yes!) as a knock on the door alerter us that the birth certificate people were now here.

"We're waiting on his middle name, right?" Harry looked back at me.

"Yeah. We're letting my older son pick his middle name," I told the lady. Ryleigh got to pick the first name for her little sister so we only thought it was fair that Dylan got to pick his baby brother's middle name. Plus, we were too afraid to let him pick the first name.

"He should be here any minute." Harry pulled his phone out to check on the text messages from his mother. "You can come back if you'd like."

"You need to be careful if Mummy or Daddy is holding the babies, okay?" I could hear Anne in the hallway.

"Mommy!" Dylan appeared in the doorway holding a big teddy bear, presumably for one of the babies. "Baby!" he gasped, handing the toy back to Harry's mum and sprinting towards me.

"Shhh-" I put a finger to my lips- "we need to be quiet so we don't scare the babies, okay?" I nodded. "Let Daddy put you up here." Harry, following my instructions, placed Dylan next to me on the bed and lifted Ryleigh so she could see too.

"Dylan, we have a very special question to ask you!" Harry looked to the little boy. "We need you to help pick your baby brother's middle name." I could see the wheels turning in his head and all I could hope for is that he picked something usable.

"Dylan!"

"It's perfect!" I smiled and looked down at my newest son and daughter.

Audrey Valentina Styles and Camden Dylan Styles. Names fit for a little princess and a little prince.

Dear Diary,

Well, we went in with one baby and came out with two. Harry's mom brought over the kids and they are absolutely in love with their new baby brother and baby sister. We let the kids help pick their names. Ryleigh had Audrey in her mind since the moment we told the kids it was a girl. Luckily, Dylan wanted to "name the baby after him" so he chose his first name to be Camden's middle name (Camden was Harry's pick). They are absolutely perfect and Camden is a million percent healthy. We're extremely lucky. We never planned for twins, but it all just feel so perfect and meant to be now. Come to think if it, two babies explains a whole lot. I'm just so happy and blessed to be the Mommy of four of the cutest kids on the planet. It'll be an adjustment to have two newborns, a toddler, and a five year old, but I wouldn't trade any of it! Even for bibble!

Love,

Caterina

AN: How exciting! Who would've thought there'd be another baby! Oh right, I did. It's a lot more sentimental when you remember that originally, Dylan died at like birth, so the additional of another son and being able to name him after his brother is just that right amount of feels to push you into the tears region. I've always felt like Audrey Valentina was such a Cat Valentine kid name so yeah. The RP partner (my Harry) came up with Camden and, living in the tri-state area, I always send him pics of the signs for Camden and also a SC of when I was actually in Camden a month or so ago (highest crime rate in the whole of the United States of America. Fun!). I'm slowly dwindling down the number of chapters I still need to look over and pretty soon it'll just be a matter of my putting them all on here for y'all to read! Ciao!

-Sami