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!

"Say 'da-da.' Keith, can you say 'da-da?' Yes, you can. C'mon, say it, say it!"
Ruthie walked in from school, laughing when she heard Martin using his very odd, and in her opinion, scary, baby voice.
Martin quickly turned around, and laughed with her. "Can you say da-da, Ruthie?"
"No, but I can say come here, big boy."
Martin smiled, as Ruthie sat down in his lap. After a brief, well, okay, long kiss, Ruthie pulled away, and looked down at her children in their playpen.
"Still can't get them to talk, huh?"
"Nope, they refuse. I think they just like to aggravate us."
Ruthie laughed. "Why would they want to do that? They're just little babies."
"Da-da."
Ruthie gasped, as Martin looked down.
"Da-da."
"Which one is it? Which one's talking?"
"Babe, I think both of them are," Martin answered, looking at Ruthie with wide eyes.
"Well, you hold one, and I'll hold the other. We'll just see who talks."
Martin laughed, and then realized Ruthie was serious.
Martin grabbed his daughter, and walked to another side of the room.
"Da-da!"
"Oh my God! Martin, Keith's talking!"
"Da-da!"
"Well, apparently he and Abby are in a contest to see who can get the most attention. When I learned that twins could be identical, I didn't think they'd be this identical."
Ruthie and Martin spent too long baby-talking their children, laughing and carrying on when their children spoke. So, we won't get into all of that. It's a boring part of the story.

Martin had gone out to find a movie for he and Ruthie to watch that night, so Ruthie was breast-feeding Abby. She heard the door, and yelled out.
"Martin? Baby, that you?"
There wasn't an answer, and Ruthie began to become nervous.
"Martin?"
Ruthie laid Abigail in her crib, and walked out of the babies room.
"Martin?"
Ruthie heard something crash in the kitchen, and ran back into the babies room. She locked the door, and picked up the phone, dialing 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 emergency response."
"Please help me, I think someone's in my apartment. I have two seven month twins. My fiance is out, I'm alone, and I'm 17."
"Have you heard anyone in the house?"
"Yeah, I yelled for my fiance when I heard the door, thinking he was home, and nobody answered. Then I heard a crash in the kitchen."
"Address, please?"
Ruthie heard someone banging on the door, causing her to scream and begin to cry. The banging persisted, and Ruthie heard a man yell for her to open the door. Where the hell is Martin? Where's my family?
"Ma'am, can you tell me what your address is?"
"Someone's banging on the door. My babies are in here, please...I don't know what to do."
Ruthie screamed as the door was forced open, and Ruthie was hit in the head. The last thing she heard was her children crying in the background, and Martin walking in the door. She passed out, as she heard Martin yelling her name.

Martin walked in, where he heard a man yelling at someone. Martin dropped the movie, and ran towards the sound. It brought him to the bedroom, where he saw a man dressed in black, beating Ruthie and, no...not his...
Martin yelled at the man, using a few choice words. He took a swing at him, causing him to fall to the floor.
Martin took off the ski mask, and was appalled at who was staring him in the face.
"Vincent?"

"Martin, what are you doing with MY children?"
Martin's breath caught, and drew his attention elsewhere. Did she lie to me? Are they not my children? No, they have to be mine. Oh god...what if they're really his? He looked down, and spotted Ruthie on the floor, still unconscious and bloody. Martin gave a death glare towards Vincent, and Vincent understood. He didn't dare move from where he was.
"Ruthie, baby, wake up. We need to talk." Martin's anger was overpowering him. He couldn't tell who he was more angry at, Vincent, who was beating up his wife and would've taken his children...his children...what if they weren't?

Five minutes later, Ruthie regained consciousness. "Martin? Vincent? Ow, Martin, my side hurts."
"Ruthie, are these little guys mine or Vincent's? Vincent is sure that they're his. What are you? Some kind of player? Huh? TELL ME, RUTHIE CAMDEN. I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T START TALKING RIGHT NOW..."
Ruthie looked at Vincent, and laughed. "Martin, Vincent and I never even had sex."
Martin looked over at Vincent, who was looking away. Martin grabbed him by the neck, and put him in a chokehold against the wall.
"You lied to me? What, did you think my wife was dead or somethin? Were you hoping that she was so you could take off with MY kids out of MY apartment? What the hell is wrong with you, man? First, Mac, and now you? You've got some issues. Are they mine or yours?"
"Yours," Vincent choked out.
Martin threw him against the other wall, and Ruthie yelled at him. "Martin, you're not a violent person. I'll call Kevin, and we'll get him over here, alright?"
"Ruthie, shut up."
Ruthie looked up at Martin, whose face went from anger to remorse.
"Geez, Ruthie, I'm sorry. I'm just..."
"Don't talk to me. Don't even try and save yourself. You leave me and my children alone. I'm calling Kevin, he's picking up Vincent, and then I'm moving back into the house. You've become so damn violent and so overpowering that it's sickening. What, is it just because of your sex life, that we're not even supposed to be having?"
Ruthie then realized that Vincent was still in the room, and walked out, slamming Martin's bedroom door. Martin heard Ruthie talking to Kevin, and turned back to Vincent.
"She's your wife?"
"Almost, we're supposed to be getting married in about a year and a half, but right now, she's pretty mad at me."
"Martin, it'll blow over. Don't you think it's a bit young for her to get married at 18?"
Martin looked at Vincent, and snickered. "Giving me counseling won't get you out of what you've done. Vincent, you BEAT her. You were ready to TAKE my children out of my house. You knocked her out. If she had died, I would've killed you. What's going through your head?"
"We broke up because I'd heard about her and Mac hooking up. Then, I found out it was a rape, so I wanted to talk to her. I walked up to the house, and saw a pregnant Ruthie walking around through the window. I was so scared, I just felt really uncomfortable. I thought it was Mac's, or they were Mac's. Then, I found out they were yours. I was so mad that she'd slept with you behind my back. So, I was about ready to just hurt her. My anger got the best of me, I guess."
Kevin walked into the room, and without a word, slapped the handcuffs on Vincent, and Captain Michaels wasn't far behind.
"Vincent, you beat my sister-in-law. You attempted a kidnapping. You are in a WHOLE load of trouble, my friend."
Kevin pushed Vincent out the door, and Vincent, Kevin, and Captain Michaels were gone. Martin walked to his bedroom door, where he heard Ruthie inside, crying. Martin pushed the door open, walking in silently.
"Baby? Can we talk?"
Ruthie sat up. "Martin, I don't care that you told me to shut up. I've done that, we all have. What bothers me is that you've become really violent lately. Not towards me, but towards anybody that does anything to me that you don't approve of. What's going on?"
Martin looked at her. "My dad has to stay in Iraq for another four months, and then he's going out to a post in Ohio to keep watch for at least two years."
"Martin, that's great! He'll be in the states, and you'll be able to fly to..."
"Ruthie, when I told him about us, the kids, and our impending marraige, he was not happy with me at all. I'm really not looking forward to seeing him. I just...he doesn't wanna see his grandchildren."
Ruthie walked up to Martin.
"Martin, my parents were mad too, believe me. I know that you're dad will grow to accept it. The last time you talked to him, he was in Iraq in a scary situation, and was really stressed out. He'll be okay, nobody could resist our little guys."
Martin smiled, and looked Ruthie in the eye. "I'm really sorry, baby. I was just really stressed and excited and anxious all at the same time. I just...I hoped he'd be able to come out for the wedding, ya know? If he's in Ohio for two years, we won't be able to do that."
Ruthie kissed Martin, and Martin kissed her back. The kiss became deeper, and Martin walked over to the door, locking it, while kissing Ruthie at the same time. This had happened many times before, so the way to the door from that spot was merely a robotic movement. Martin laid her on the bed, rubbing his hands all through her hair, as he kissed her deeply.
"Martin, I love you."

"Babe, where's the diaper bag?"
"Uh...oh! Under the dressing table in there!"
"I don't see it!"
Ruthie sighed. "Well, look a little harder."
Ruthie ran into the babies room, where she saw Martin bent over, looking for it in the closet. Ruthie laughed, walking up behind him and slapping his butt.
"Ouch! Baby!"
Martin laughed, turning around, with a peach rose in his mouth. He took it out, handing it to her.
"This is for you, my dear."
He handed the rose to her, and Ruthie smiled. "Wow, I'm flattered. Such a gentleman as yourself, actually remembering my favorite flower. I'm impressed."
Martin pretended that he'd been stabbed in the heart.
"Oh, how can you say that? I never have, never will, forget anything about you."
Martin put his arm around her waist, pulling her right up against him. Ruthie inhaled his cologne, and snuggled into his chest.
"I love you. Can you believe it? Our babies are one year olds. Seems like yesterday, we were worried that we only had a son."
Martin kissed her hair, remembering that day. "That was the day I asked your parents if I could propose, actually."
"You asked them then?"
"Yeah. Why, is that bad?"
"I'd been in labor, and just given birth to your children, and you were off talking to my parents about something as trivial as a proposal?" Ruthie asked, mockingly.
Martin laughed. "Sorry. I should've paid more attention. Forgive me?"
"Yes."
"Hmm...seems like a word...oh, wait. We can't talk about the pro...I mean the engage...I mean, the..."
"Martin..."
"Let's see..what could we call it? Well, nope..."
"Martin..."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?"
Ruthie lit up a smile, and Martin noticed her eyes twinkle. "Shut up and kiss me, you fool."
Martin smiled, as he leaned in, and their lips met. He kissed her with a passion and tenderness that made Ruthie's knees go weak.
"Mommy! Daddy! Party! Party!"
Ruthie parted the sea, and laughed. "Well, Ab's ready to go. Where's Keith?"
"Keith?" Martin yelled, and laughed when he found him in Martin's bedroom.
"What're you doin' in Daddy's bedroom?"
Keith smiled, which almost mirrored Martin's. Ruthie walked in, as Keith and Martin both smiled up at her. It took her breath away how much Keith and Martin looked alike. Keith's was a little golden-haired rascal, and he was only one. Abby stumbled in behind Ruthie, and Ruthie laughed as she tackled Martin.
"Daddy! Party! Party!"
"My turn!" Ruthie yelled, jumping on top of Martin, kissing him. "We're gonna get to see Grandpa and Grandma Camden, Uncle Matt, Aunt Sarah, Tyler, Uncle Carlos, Aunt Mary, Charlie, Uncle Kevin and Uncle Ben, Aunt Lucy, Savannah, Uncle Simon, Cecilia..."
"Wait, they're dating again?"
"Yeah. Martin, don't you remember? I told you last night."
Martin laughed, and looked down. "Yeah, last night may not have been the best night to tell me. You seduced me."
Ruthie smiled. "Well, they're dating again, finally. Let's see," Ruthie said, turning her attention back to her daughter.
"You'll get to see Uncle Simon, Cecilia, Uncle Sam, Uncle David, and...wait, Martin...did I leave anybody out?"
Martin went through her list in his head, pointing with his finger in the air as he went through all the names. After about a minute and a half, he threw his hands in the air.
"Why is your family so freakin' big?"
Ruthie laughed. "We need to get over to the house. Keith!"
Martin heard a little baby laugh from the room down the hall. He laughed, walking towards the sound. He walked back by the doorway, carrying a red-faced, laughing Keith upside down. Ruthie grabbed Abby, laughing as she did, and walked out the door.