A/N- Ok, I'm sorry, but you have to use one of the given names! Look in the chapter with names, and choose one of those. I think it's in chapter 8. Yea, it's in chapter 8. Thanks for leaving name votes. They will be closed on September 10th. By then I'll be writing about Marzia's labor. But I'M GOING TO DO A SEQUEL! I mean, why have twins if you can't write about them! And fun fact- I'm a twin. I have a twin brother, and I might just name the boy Adam after him… But you choose. Thanks for reading this long note!

30. thirty weeks pregnant. I just want the kids out of there. But I still have some time left to go. Like, another 4 months. But I hope I don't get any bigger. I can't even fit the maternity clothes for women pregnant with twins! I sighed, and ate some icecream. Felix thinks the kids will be early, but I think they will end up being late, with my luck. "Hey Marzia, I've been thinking a lot…" He sat down at the foot of our bed, and smiled at me. I set down my bowl. "That is a dangerous thing to do." I waved the spoon at him. "Not this type of thinking. I had my parents help." He then clapped his hands up in the air. "But they had to come over first!" He laughed, and I just sat there when Greta and David came into the room, and just stood in the doorway. "Uh, hi?" I waved with the spoon, and they just looked at my stomach. "We didn't realize you were that big when Felix said you were a little round." David came over and sat in a chair near the bed that would usually hold my food that the small end table wouldn't. But Greta just came and sat down next to her son.

"I'm sorry; I haven't seen a single picture yet." She glared at Felix, and he just shrugged. She stared at my stomach, and tapped it. Greta is ADHD, and she doesn't take medicine for it, like Felix. "There are two babies in there." I then felt Babybro kick. I gasped, since he is much stronger than he was before. "Are you ok?" David got a concerned look on her face. "Dad, a baby is just kicking." He rolled his eyes, and put his hand on my stomach. "It was bro, wasn't it?" He can guess which child it is when they kick, even though he only feels it a little. I nodded, and laughed when David and Greta put their hands on my stomach, waiting for a kick. David chuckled when he felt one, and moved his hands. But Greta… "Oh, which one was that?" She smiled like a little kid, despite her greying hair. "That was bro, pan kicks twice." I then moved her hand over to the side pan is on, and she smiled larger when she felt two, weaker kicks. "We are not leaving you until you give birth."

A/N- I know, this is a bad chapter, and it has been a while. But I just started High School, and I am still finalizing some stuff. BUT VOTE ON THE NAMES! So far it is…

Adam- 1 vote

Dante- 1 vote

Serena- 2 votes

Iris- 1 vote