"Gabby, are you okay?" Troy asked anxiously as he quickly got out of bed and started quickly getting his

shoes on and grabbing a sweatshirt.

"It hurts...bad," Gabriella said, trying not to cry. "Really bad."

Troy grabbed a pair of Gabriella's shoes and handed them to her. "Here. Put your shoes on and then we'll go."

Gabriella quickly put on her shoes and the Wildcats jacket Troy had given her a while ago and then her and

Troy ran out to the car as fast as they could. "I'll...be...okay," Gabriella said, trying to keep control of herself.

"You don't sound okay," Troy said, driving as fast as he could without going past the speed limit. "I'm

worried."

Five minutes later, Troy and Gabriella were at the hospital. They quickly went inside and went to the front

desk. "Excuse me," Troy said, trying to sound calm, "My wife needs a hospital room now. She's ready to have

twins."

"Okay," the lady at the desk said. "Go in the waiting room on the second floor."

"She better not have to wait," Troy said, sounding serious and annoyed.

"No, she won't," the lady said.

"Come on, Gabby," Troy said, grabbing Gabriella's hand. They got to the waiting room on the second floor,

which was totally empty since at night no one really came to hospital unless it was an emergency, in which case

they would use the emergency room waiting room.

"Hi," said a nurse. "You can come into a room. The doctor said she'll be in very soon. Just try to stay calm."

Gabriella and Troy both followed the nurse into a room where Gabriella laid down on the bed and Troy sat

next to her, trying to calm her down even though he was just as nervous as she was. "It'll be okay," he told her,

kissing her cheek.

Gabriella could tell that Troy wasn't sure it was going to be alright. "Try not to be nervous," she said,

sounding like she was in a lot of pain.

Just then, the doctor came in. "Okay," she said. "What's your name?"

"Gabriella Bolton," Gabriella answered.

"Okay. Is this your boyfriend?" she asked.

"No, he's my husband," Gabriella said, annoyed that the doctor thought she wasn't married.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Nineteen," Gabriella said.

"Oh, I thought you were only about sixteen. Well anyway, your baby will be born soon. Just try to stay calm."

"There's two of them," Troy said. "She's having twins."

"Oh, okay, well one of them will be born soon."

"Will she be okay?" Troy asked.

"Yeah, she's doing fine," the doctor said.

"Ow!" Gabriella exclaimed. "It hurts so bad!"

"It'll be over soon," Troy said, trying to comfort Gabriella. He pressed a few kisses onto her cheeks.

"It....hurts....so....bad," Gabriella said, basically forcing herself not to cry.

"It's okay," Troy said, gently stroking Gabriella's hair and continuing to kiss her cheeks.

In ten minutes, the doctor told Gabriella, "It'll be any second. You're doing fine."

"I.....don't.....feel.....fine," Gabriella said.

"My poor Gabby," Troy said. "I'm sorry."

"It's.....not.....your....fault," Gabriella said. "Ow! It's really hurting now. So....bad. I can't.....stand it...anymore."

"Okay, that means they're really ready to be born," the doctor said.

"Okay," Gabriella said.

"Push as hard as you can," the doctor said.

Gabriella listened to the doctor, and within three minutes, she had her first baby. The nurse who had come into

the room got a blanket and wrapped the baby, who was crying by now, in it. "It's a boy," she told Gabriella. "Do

you want to hold him?"

"I have to have...one....more," Gabriella said. "Let Troy hold him."

"Okay, your second baby is ready," the doctor said. "You need to push again. Hard."

In another few minutes, Gabriella had her second baby and she felt better. The doctor wrapped her in a blanket

and handed her to Gabriella. "Here's your daughter," she said.

Gabriella took her baby, who was crying. Troy was holding the other one, who was still crying. Gabriella

looked at both of her new kids. "They're so cute," she said to Troy. "Wildcat, look, our daughter has your eyes."

Troy looked. "But she has your eye color," he said.

"Yeah, but her eyes look more like yours than mine. Believe me, I've started into your eyes enough."

Troy smiled at Gabriella. "I'm so glad you're okay," he said. "And our son has your nose," Troy told Gabriella.

Gabriella smiled. "Can I hold him?" she asked.

"Sure. I'll trade you," Troy said.

The baby girl, who had stopped crying, started crying when Gabriella handed her to Troy. "It's okay," she told

her, "That's your daddy. I'm glad you like your mommy, but I'm gonna hold your brother now."

Troy took his daughter and handed Gabriella her son, who had never stopped crying. "What are you going to

name them?" asked the doctor. "We can get their birth certificates ready once you name them."

"Troy and Gabriella Bolton, after us," Gabriella replied, smiling.

"Okay, then. Well you need to rest and the babies need to be weighed and measured. We're gonna keep them

in the baby room for a few hours while you rest," the doctor said.

"Okay," Gabriella said.

Troy and Gabriella both reluctantly handed their babies to the doctor and nurse. The baby Troy started crying

really hard and the baby Gabriella, who had quieted down a little, began to cry a louder again. "You should let

your wife rest," the doctor told Troy. "Why don't you leave the room for a little?"

"No, I want him to stay," Gabriella said, not realizing she was whining a little. She snuggled against Troy and

hugged him.

"Okay, okay, he can stay," the doctor agreed.

"Do you want me to get the stuff out of the car?" Troy asked Gabriella.

Gabriella nodded. "Yeah," she said.

"I'll be right back," Troy said, kissing Gabriella's cheek.

"Okay," Gabriella said.

Troy left the room and came back about five minutes later. "Here's the stuff," he said, putting it down next to

the bed and going over to Gabriella. "You look tired," he told her, gently stroking her cheek with his fingers.

"I am," Gabriella said. "Can you lay down with me and we can both try to sleep? Because it is the middle of

the night."

"Okay," Troy agreed, lying down next to Gabriella and wrapping her tight in his arms. "I love you."

"Love you," Gabriella said back, snuggling into Troy.

"Do you feel okay?" Troy asked Gabriella.

"Yeah, I'm just tired."

"Okay. Try to get some rest."

"Alright."

Troy kissed Gabriella's cheek. "I love you," he said again.

"Love you," Gabriella said back.

Three hours later, the doctor and nurse brought Troy and Gabriella's kids back to them. They were both

crying. "We weighed and measured them," the doctor told them.

"Okay," Gabriella said. "Can I hold one of them?"

"They'll have to be fed," the doctor told Gabriella. "Do you want me to get you some bottles?"

"We have some bottles and formula with us," Gabriella said.

"Okay, I can go mix the formula and bring you the bottles back."

"Alright," Gabriella said. "Wildcat, can you get out the bottles and formula?" she asked Troy.

"Yeah," Troy said. He got out the stuff and handed it to the doctor while the doctor handed Troy his daughter.

"Here," she said.

The nurse handed Gabriella her son, then left with the doctor. "Can you get out the baby clothes?" Gabriella

asked Troy. "The doctor already put diapers on them when she weighed them, so you don't need to get any

diapers."

"Okay," Troy said. "Wait; I can't. I'm holding one of our kids."

"You can lay her down on the bed. I'll watch her," Gabriella said.

"Okay," Troy said, carefully putting the baby Gabriella down next to her mom Gabriella. Then he got out the

clothes. "Here," he said.

"Okay, can you get one of them dressed?" she asked. "I'll get the other one."

"Alright," Troy agreed.

When they were done getting the babies dressed, the doctor came back with the bottles. "I'm gonna go see

someone else now," she told Gabriella and Troy. "You and the babies are fine, but just to be sure, I'm gonna have

you stay here for the rest of today and overnight and you can leave tomorrow. Nurses will be in to get you

whatever you need."

"Okay," Gabriella said. She took both of the bottles and gave one to Troy. "Here, Wildcat," she said. "You can

feed her."

"Okay," Troy said.

Troy and Gabriella fed their babies. When they were finished their bottles, they put the bottles on the table

next to the bed. "I think they like us," Gabriella said.

"Yeah, I can tell who's gonna be the loudest when they get older," Troy said.

"Yeah, me, too. And hopefully he won't take after you and break glass and play with your crutches."

"We'll have to watch him around glass and crutches," Troy said, laughing.

Gabriella laughed, too. "Wildcat, it's Thanksgiving," she said.

"Oh, yeah, it is. Our kids were born on Thanksgiving."

"But it won't be Thanksgiving on their birthday every year," Gabriella said. "Because Thanksgiving is the

fourth Thursday of November every year, which is always a different date."

"Yeah," Troy agreed.

"Wildcat, can you get my phone? I want to call my mom. She might want to see her grandchildren," Gabriella

said.

"Okay," Troy said. He put down the baby carefully and got Gabriella's phone, then his so he could call his par-

ents. When he came back, he picked up the baby again and handed Gabriella her phone. "Here."

"Thanks, Wildcat," Gabriella said.

"I'm gonna call my parents, too. They might want to drive up today to visit the kids," Troy said.

Gabriella and Troy both called their parents, then put Troy put both their phones in his pocket. "My mom is

gonna be here in an hour or so," Gabriella said.

"My parents are leaving right away to drive up here," Troy said.

"Can we trade kids?" Gabriella asked Troy.

"Okay," Troy agreed.

The baby Troy, who had stopped crying, started again when Gabriella handed him to his dad Troy. "Don't cry,

little Wildcat," Gabriella said. "I'm just giving you to your daddy."

"Okay, now you're calling our son little Wildcat?" Troy asked, smiling. "He's gonna hate that when he gets to

be older; just to let you know."

"I know," Gabriella said. "I'm gonna stop when he gets annoyed with it."

"Okay," Troy said, handing Gabriella her daughter, who had also started crying.

"I don't think they like being switched around a lot," Gabriella said.

"I know. They cry every time we switch them," Troy agreed.

"I think I should just hold Gabriella and you should just hold Troy for a while," Gabriella said. "And that just

sounded weird in a way."

"Yeah, it did," Troy agreed.

"I think we should call our daughter Brie just so we don't get mixed up. But if she's in trouble, then we can call

her Gabriella."

"Okay. Well we can call her Gabriella if we're the only ones around because I don't really call you Gabriella a

lot."

"Yeah," Gabriella agreed.

After a while of Troy and Gabriella holding their kids, they finally stopped crying and fell asleep. "Let's put

them in their beds," Troy whispered to Gabriella. There were two baby beds in the room, too.

"Okay," Gabriella agreed.

Troy and Gabriella put their babies in bed, then snuggled up together. They were very happy about their kids.