Hey guys! Thanks to all those reviewers who voted. I have came to my decision...and I hope you are happy with the results. Happy reading!


Chapter Thirteen

Tristan POV

My ears rung from Murphy's piercing scream that echoed from within the two-story house. I squeezed her hand partly out of comfort and partly out of fear. What if it went wrong? What if the baby died shortly after delivery? What if-

Snap out of it! I scolded myself, gazing down at Murphy's pain-stricken face. I didn't have time to worry about such things; I had to remain strong – for Murphy and for the baby.

"I'm here, love," I murmured, bending down and lovingly caressing the side of her face. I stared deeply into her eyes as she let out a loud, breathless groan. "Everything is going to be all right."

Or will it?

You're doing it again, I told myself with a barely audible sigh. Come on Mrs. McGowen…where are you?

After another long, painful contraction, Murphy managed to utter a coherent sentence. One that made my heart soar with hope and impeccable warmth.

"Tristan…"

And with a sudden gasp, she began to push. I stared in awe, my hand still clasped around hers, as she began to give birth. Never would I have imagined that it would be so beautiful, so…amazing.

And it was so damn quick. One thing was for sure, this baby was definitely eager to get the hell out. I grinned. That's my boy…

One moment I was holding Murphy's hand, and in the next I was staring at my new born child screaming its little lungs out. There was no blood – obviously, since vampires were dead, so I could see its face and body clearly. It was so fragile, so small, so…

Female?

Surprisingly, I felt no disappointment. I picked the little bundle up and gazed down at her beautiful face, amazed by what I saw. She was perfect. With Murphy's long, curly black hair and my light crystal eyes, she had the indisputable face of an angel.

"Where is she?" Murphy murmured, moving her head towards me – towards us. "I need to see her..."

Before I had the chance to hand her over, Murphy's eyes grew wide and she doubled over, gasping wildly.

"Murphy? Murphy what's wrong? What-"

The bedroom door slammed open and her parents came rushing through. Their eyes lit up at the sight of our baby girl in my arms, but then flickered with confusion at the sight of Murphy as she began to scream, once more, at the top of her lungs.

"Is she okay?" I demanded. "What's happening?"

Mrs. McGowen hurried to the other side of the bed and placed her hand on her daughter's abdomen. After a moment, her mouth dropped and she stared at me in shock.

"What? Damnit, what the hell is going-"

"Twins," she stated, and she let out a soft laugh of joy. "She's having twins!"

As I stood there in absolute astonishment with my baby girl still crying in my arms, Jared, Ben, and Ella charged into the room, their eyes immediately glancing towards Murphy.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked them in confusion.

"Jared told us Murphy was having the baby and we came as fast as we could!" Ella exclaimed, and her eyes widened when she saw that I was holding the baby.

"Holy shit," Jared muttered.

"Woah," Ben deadpanned.

I cracked a small smile and said, "Don't you mean babies?"

"No way!" Ben and Jared shouted simultaneously.

Ella squealed happily and clapped her hands. Skipping over towards Mrs. McGowen's side, she grabbed her other hand and murmured, "Come on Murphy, you can do it!"

"All of you shut up," Murphy snapped, leaning over and yowling as another contraction hit. And then another came – closer this time. Murphy's face crumpled with pain.

"Murphy, it's time," her mother replied urgently.

"Push, baby, push," her father added, lightly placing his hand on her head. "It'll all be over in no time."

Murphy let out another scream, and then obliged to her father's wishes. Closing her eyes, she pushed. And pushed. And pushed. Until…

"It's out!" Mrs. McGowen cried, scooping up the baby in her arms and staring down at it in awe. "He's beautiful," she whispered.

My eyes shot up in alarm. "He?" I repeated, a grin splitting across my face.

Mrs. McGowen nodded and smiled warmly, "Yes, you are now a father to a both a baby boy and a baby girll. Congratulations!"

"Dude," Ben said, glancing over at me. "That's seriously wicked."

"Yeah," I agreed absently, staring at my son who looked almost exactly like me, with the most beautiful forest green eyes – Murphy's eyes. "Totally wicked."

"Let me…see," Murphy murmured weakly, leaning her head against the pillow and letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

"Of course sweetie," Mrs. McGowen said softly, placing the baby boy in the crook of her left arm. Blinking, I stepped forward and carefully placed our baby girl in her right.

I watched, mesmerized, as she stared down at them both, blood-stained tears staining her cheeks. "They're so beautiful…oh Tristan, they're amazing. So amazing…"

Ella smiled and murmured curiously, "So what are you going to name them?"

"Ella," Murphy whispered automatically.

"Yes?" Ella questioned.

"No, Ella," Murphy said with a light-hearted laugh. "Ella Estelle. But she'll go by Stella."

"Beautiful," Ben murmured, staring at Ella from the other side of the room. "I can't think of a better name."

Speechless, Ella stared down at the baby girl named after her, and then sniffled softly. "Murphy, you're the best."

"Of course I am," Murphy said with a grin. "And so is Stella's new godmother."

I opened my mouth to object, and then stopped with a sigh as Ella squealed and bent down to hug her best friend. Oh, what the hell. Why not? Ella will have some good influence on Stella…such as showing her how to be strong and confident. Ella seemed to have that down pat, even though she was highly obnoxious and annoying as hell. But she was a good friend to Murphy…and since she loved her, than I was positive that she'd love our children just as much.

"What about the boy?" Jared asked, glancing over towards me.

I blinked, having forgotten that I was suppose to name the boy. I glanced down at him and gazed at him for a couple moments, before murmuring, "Nathaniel." It was strong, masculine…and a perfect name for the heir of the thrown.

"Nathaniel Tristan," Murphy murmured, glancing up at me. Our eyes met, and she smiled. "Perfect."

"No," I murmured back, leaning forward and softly kissing her lips. "You're perfect."

Slowly parting from her, I glanced down at our children and proceeded to kiss their foreheads, one by one.

"Nathaniel and Estelle," I whispered, and I smiled when they let out their little twin-like cries in response. "Welcome to the family."

So, obviously, the voting came to a tie.

And I decided, well, why not just have twins?

Both a girl and a boy! Hehe. Pretty clever, huh?

What do you think of the names?

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