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.
