A/N: Oh My God, I absolutely loved reading your reviews to part 1 of this yesterday! So many stories of close calls with babies being born at home, or on the ride to the hospital, even one born in the parking lot of the hospital, LOL. Now let's see what memories this chapter will inspire. :)

So without further delay, here we go, my lovelies!

Most characters belong to S. Meyer.

Betad by the lovely Michelle Renker Rhodes.


FEBRUARY: MONTH 9 PART 2 – YOU KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'VE JUST EXPERIENCED IN THE PAST NINE MONTHS? YEAH, IT'S ALL WORTH IT.

"…well…you know those paramedics? They may not be able to make it here in time, so…uhm…I may have to deliver these babies."

"WHAT?" Bella suddenly sits straight up and curls her hands around my shirt collar. "Are you mad? Edward, Love, I know I've told you that you can do anything you set your mind to, but delivering the babies? Delivering the babies?" she shrieks. "Edward, YOU CAN'T DELIVER THESE BABIES! Ohhhh!"

I hate to say it, but I'm almost grateful when another contraction forces her to loosen her hold around my collar so that I can breathe once more. She drops over the back seat, writhing in pain.

"Alright, Love," I murmur. "I won't take your lack of confidence in my abilities personally because I know you're not feeling too great right now, but we're going to have to get started, okay?"

She moans, and I take that as a yes.

Emmett appears with the sheets and towels, first aid kit, iPad, and Officer Riley in tow.

"Governor, I've cleared the immediate perimeter for you. I also checked to see if anyone stuck in their cars here has medical training, as you requested, but no one does."

"Of course not," I smirk. "That would just go against the entire theme of the day."

"I've got the paramedics on the line though, and they're ready to talk us through this."

I simply nod, because it's not like we have much of a choice at this point.

"I'm in my zone, I'm in my zone," I mutter to myself.

"What?" Bella pants.

"Nothing, Love."

"Now spread that sheet out under your wife," Officer Riley instructs.

Taking one of the sheets from Emmett, I carefully manage to get Bella over it, and then put the rest of the sheets and towels on the console. Then I power on the iPad, quickly clicking on the book.

Bella lifts her head up and looks at me. "Edward, what the bloody hell are you doing?" she gasps.

"Just a sec, Love. The book has to say what to do in this situation."

"Are you friggin' kidding me, Edward? Edward!"

"Governor Cullen, the paramedics are telling me to ask you to please put down the book. They say they know it well, and it'll bring nothing but trouble. Please put it down."

I ignore Officer Riley because there has to be something in here.

"Edward!"

"Governor Cullen, please set the book down."

"One sec. It says here that first we have to make sure that you're not in false labor."

"Edward."

My head whips up because Bella suddenly sounds strangely calm and I can only hope that it's because she's realized that this, is in fact, false labor.

She supports her weight on her elbows and smiles at me, actually smiles at me when I meet her gaze.

"Edward," she says shakily, that…peculiar smile on her lips. "Give me the iPad, Edward. You're right; that book has to be good for something, and I think I know exactly what."

I furrow my brows.

"Give me the iPad," she repeats softly; almost soothingly, holding out a hand. "I know exactly what to do with it. That's right, my love. That's right."

Carefully, I place the iPad in her hand.

Her eyes flash. "Duck, my Love."

I've barely got time to register her words when the hand with the tablet shoots up, and with a flick of her wrist, the iPad flies in my direction.

I duck as the iPad zooms over my head and the swoosh of air ruffles my hair. Half a second later, I hear it shatter over the pavement.

"Bloody hell that felt good. Ohhhh!" Bella throws herself back over the seat.

"Well, so much for the fucking book. Can't say I blame her there, Ed. If she wouldn't have done it, I would've 'cause you've been a real pain in the ass with that book. Anyway, you ready, Man?" Emmett claps me on the shoulder while I look back at my shattered iPad. "The hell with the book; I got your back, just like Afghanistan."

With a deep breath, I turn back to my wife. "Alright, Babe, I'm going to have to pull your pants off now."

"Edward, no! Emmett and Officer Riley will see me fanny!"

"Bella, I swear to you, the last thing I'm thinking about right now is getting a look at your fanny. I'm just here to help Edward. Think of me as Nurse McCarthy," Em grins.

"I'm not thinking about your fanny either, Mrs. Cullen," Officer Riley calls out from behind us. "But if I don't help the first lady of this state, my wife will have my head when I get home!"

Bella doesn't respond because the following contraction has her arching her back in agony, and apparently unable to speak – which at this point, may be a good thing. I debate waiting until it subsides to begin, but this contraction doesn't seem to be going anywhere, and book or not, I know that means some major shit is about to go down.

Again as carefully as possible, I slowly pull down my wife's maternity sweats, bringing her panties down with them. And while under normal circumstances I'd agree with Bella and would be ready to choke a fucker for looking at my wife's fanny, this here is a special circumstance if I ever saw one.

Besides, at this point, she doesn't seem to care much either. As soon as the constraining items are off, Bella supports her weight on her elbows, bends her legs at her knees, and spreads wide – and the three of us are treated to a bird's eye view of my wife's fanny in all its glory.

"Ohhhh!"

"Oh. Fuck."

Again, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be too happy about anyone, even Emmett, swearing at the sight of Bella's vagina, but I can see what he's swearing at, what he sees, and he's just taken the words right out of my mouth.

Behind us, Officer Riley whistles low through his teeth. "Well, I can't honestly say I've ever seen one, but that right there has all the makings of a baby crowning."

There's dark fuzz - that definitely doesn't belong to my wife - peeking out from between her legs.

"Oh God, she's crowning," I breathe.

"Alright, Governor Cullen," Officer Riley says, "the paramedic says you need to apply pressure to the edge of Mrs. Cullen's vagina, and then she needs to bear down and push for ten seconds, keeping her chin to her chest and her mouth closed. She needs to continue this until the baby pops out!"

I stare at Bella's vagina in more awe and fear than I can honestly say I've ever stared at it before.

"Come on, Man." Emmett gives me a few karate chops over my shoulders. "You can do this, Guy. You can do this!"

"Okay." I draw in a deep breath and fill my lungs with air while stretching out the muscles in my back and shoulders. "Alright, let's do this!"

Reaching out, I press down on Bella's vagina with the tips of my fingers, and she moans loudly.

"Alright, Love. Now you've done this before, sweetheart, and you did it beautifully. We've got the most wonderful little girl in the world at home to prove it. Put your chin to your chest, Bella, and push, Love. Push as hard as you can."

Her groans reverberate through the cab of the car, and my eyes widen in amazement as I see the bloody head of dark hair advance slightly.

Bella stops, and after ten seconds of rest, we go for it again.

And again.

And again.

I honestly don't even know how many tries it takes, but at one point, the big, oval shaped head pops out of my wife's center.

"Oh!" Bella shrieks, throwing herself back against the seat.

"Oh Jesus," I breathe. "Bella, the baby's head is out."

Her only response is another moan.

It's…not how I pictured this moment. The head is more like a bloody blob that squirms a little from side to side. Kind of horror movie like.

"Oh fuck," Emmett mutters for the both of us again.

"Alright, Governor. The paramedic says now you've got to quickly check that there's no umbilical cord wrapped around the baby's neck, and if there is, you have to carefully loosen it with your thumbs."

Heart hammering wildly, I check my baby's neck and exhale in relief when I can't feel or see the cord.

"No cord!" I call out, grinning. "No cord!"

"Good! That's great! Now use a towel or something to wipe off its face."

Emmett hands me a towel, and I use it to gently wipe my baby's face of blood and gook and stuff I don't even want to think of.

"Are you our little girl or our little boy?" I whisper to my son or daughter.

"Okay, so now you're going to support the baby's head while Mrs. Cullen pushes some more," Officer Riley instructs, "and gets the baby's shoulders out!"

"You got this, Bella." Emmett says beside me. "Woo-hoo! You got this!"

"You heard that, Love? You're doing great and we're almost there. Just a couple more pushes."

Bella lifts herself on her elbows again and bears down once more, and little by little, a shoulder emerges.

"Oh Yeah!" Emmett cheers. "It's a shoulder!"

"Okay, Love, we've got a shoulder out. We're almost there!" I encourage her.

She pushes once again, and the other shoulder pops out-

-and from there, the rest of the bloody body just sort of slips and eases out while I support it in my hands and the entire surreal scene continues unfolding.

And then I'm holding a baby. Holy hell, I'm holding a baby. Bloody and red with some sticky white stuff on it, but it's a baby.

My baby.

My…son.

"It's a boy," I breathe. "A boy. Our son, Bella. Bella, it's our son!"

Exhausted, sweaty, her hair a tangled disaster, her eyes glazed and red, completely disoriented yet more beautiful than I could've ever imagined her, Bella lifts herself up and leans forward.

"A boy. Our boy," she whispers.

I grin widely while he squirms in my arms and lets out a high-pitched cry that fills my heart.

"A boy. My boy," I repeat over and over.

"Let me hold him. Please, let me hold him," Bella pleads, and since I'll never deny my wife anything, especially now, I reach out and place our son on her stomach. Bella holds him reverently, tears streaming down her face.

"It's our son, Edward. It's our son."

"Alright, Governor Cullen," Officer Riley says, interrupting the bubble my wife, son and I currently find ourselves in. A shoelace abruptly dangles in front of me. "You need to take this and tie the umbilical cord with it, and then we should be done until the paramedics get here. Congratulations!"

His words bring me back to the present, back to the job still at hand.

With renewed vigor, heart and determination, I take the lace and tie it around my son's umbilical cord.

"We're not done," I say. "My wife is having twins."

"What?" Officer Riley yells. "Oh man! Wait, wait! We're not done!" I hear him scream into his phone. "She's having twins!"

"And I think your youngest daughter is ready right now!" Bella suddenly says. "Take our son!"

She holds out our son cradled in her arms, and I gently take him from her, wrapping him in one of the clean towels before handing him to Emmett.

"Hold him carefully."

"I will," Emmett chuckles, and before I turn back to Bella I hear him say, "So you're the thumb sucker, huh?"

"Edward," Bella moans again, "Edward, she's coming!"

Sure enough, when Bella spreads her legs again, I see another bloody, dark head.

"Alright, Love. Are you ready?"

"Edward, I can't. I can't," Bella whimpers, dropping her head. "I'm tired. I already delivered a baby and this hurts so much!"

Full of a love and respect for my wife that I could've never imagined in a million years, I reach out and lift her chin, forcing her to hold my gaze.

"Now listen to me, Isabella Marie Cullen. You can do this. You want to talk about which of us can do anything we set our mind to? That's you, Bella. That's always been you and I'm so grateful to you for doing this eight years ago, even when I wasn't there. And I can't ever thank you enough for doing it again now. But just one more time, Love. Just one more time, and we'll have our three children, and we can go home and worry about feedings and diapers and schools and colleges and continue living this imperfect life that's just absolutely perfect with you and our children."

"Edward…" she cries, smiling through her tears. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I grin shakily, my eyes tearing. "Now, come on."

She nods and drops her chin to her chest, and pushes with all her might.

And once again, the scene replays itself, only this time, when the small body pops out, it's a girl.

She's tiny; much smaller than our son. But she wails about a thousand times louder than her brother did as soon as she pops out.

Our bitty little girl.

And just like everyone who knew her then claims that Elizabeth has been the spitting of image of me since the day she was born, this baby is Bella through and through.

Both our twins are.

They're the result of months of hardship mixed with laughter, of two DNA's combined to make two new ones, of heartburn, nausea and mood swings, of hormones, constipation and weight gain, of swollen ankles and vaginal discharge, of sibling and grandparent fears, of leaking breasts and Braxton-Hicks, and yes, of bed rest and no sex.

But more than anything, they're the result of a love so strong that despite so many obstacles, this is how we ended up.

With a family.

And no, I won't ever love them more than I love Elizabeth. But as I gaze at my twins resting peacefully, nestled between me and their mother, over her stomach instead of inside it when the paramedics and medi-vac finally arrive, I know that my mother-in-law was right.

My heart has just expanded.


A/N: Thoughts?

If there's a dry eye out there, I commend you because I wrote this and it still made me cry. LOL.

And I've never had twins, so I'm not exactly sure how that would differ from a single birth. And I know I didn't mention the delivery of the placentas but honestly I was in too much of a daze when my kids were born and can't remember how exactly that worked and…well, yeah. I apologize for any obvious inconsistencies with birth, but let's just take the story for what it is, a quick little escape. :)

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Epilogue on Monday. :)