Hi y'all, if everything has gone to plan then I've got this up in just about two weeks, so I'm v. pleased with myself!

And a little note to everyone- my faithful reviewer LilAngel413 has changed her penname and she is now TutorWife123, just so's you all know. She also has a new story up and it rocks- check it out via the reviews page if you have a little spare time.

It's now three months after Christmas, meaning a week before Peyton's due date. I think everything's pretty self-explanatory.

Here goes…

"Peyton? Honey, wake up." Peyton slowly opened her eyes to see Jake standing over her, stroking her hair.

"Oh, did I drop off? I'm so sorry, I'm just so, sotired at the moment." She sat up in her chair.

"No worries, honey. I just wanted to tell you that Brooke rang. She'll be round in about ten minutes."

"Oh, ok. I hope she's feeling better today. Last week she was really upset because Tristan wouldn't even talk to her when she went round to see him." Peyton hoisted herself up with the help of Jake, found her comb on the counter, and started to detangle her hair.

"He's probably just in shock." Jake replied. "I mean, it must have been a pretty big thing, finding out that his mom tried to, you know, kill herself. That he wasn't enough to keep her going. That must be hard for any thirteen year old to handle. Anyway, I'm going to be late." Jake rummaged around in his pocket for his car keys and picked up his jacket.

"Um, honey?" Jake turned to look at Peyton, who was frowning at him quizzically. "Where are you going?"

Jake laughed and rolled his eyes. "I did tell you, Peyt. I finally managed to get hold of Carla, so I'm going round there to give her the third degree."

"Oh, I'm going to hit her so hard for trying to ruin everything…"

"I know, which is exactly why you're not coming."

"Jake!"

"Ok, Peyton." Jake pulled out a kitchen stool and sat down on it. "Do you remember junior year, just before Haley and Nathan got married, and she threw him a party at his apartment?"

Peyton nodded, "And Brooke brought Nicki."

"And then you and Nicki had that huge bitch fight?" Jake continued. "Knowing you, my delightfully hormonal fiancée, that may well happen with Carla if you come with me, and I don't want you breaking tables and smashing windows at thirty nine weeks pregnant, okay?"

Peyton nodded, resigned to the fact that he was right. "You do have a point, I guess."

"So you just stay here and be good, while I go and beat the crap out of Carla for you." Jake leaned over and kissed Peyton on the cheek. "You know I love you."

"Yeah," Peyton replied, "but you don't love me enough to give me a proper kiss? Come here." She pulled Jake closer and gave him a long, passionate-

"Oh please, get a room!" Jenny exclaimed as she walked through the kitchen. Peyton broke away and placed her finger on Jake's lips, than turned to Jenny.

"Oh, by the way Jen, how is Leo?"

"Leo?" Jake looked at Peyton and then Jenny. "Who's Leo?"

"He's no one, Dad. And, um, Peyton, I'm going to kill you once my little brother and sister get out of there!" Jenny whispered and darted out of the door.

"Who's Leo?" Jake repeated.

"Oh, Jake…" Peyton wrapped her arms round him and shook her head. "He and Jenny have been dating for over a month."

oooOOOooo

Twenty minutes later, Jake had gone and Peyton was sitting on the sofa with Brooke, who was talking a mile a minute.

"So when Tristan came round yesterday he was really chatty, like he was just talking about everything and he said that he's okay. That he was a bit shook up at first but now he's settled down, he's realised that I need him to be there. Can you believe that coming from a kid?" Brooke laughed. "Oh, and mystery solved – the reason he was so off the last few months was because he had his first, you know, cold shower dream, and he didn't know what to do. He doesn't feel like he can talk to Lucas, you know? Oh, I can't believe my little boy is growing up! And my little, little boy, as in Jamie, he's coming back home tomorrow. I missed him so much." Brooke paused, seemingly unable to think of anything else to say. "So, one week left, huh?"

"Mmm," Peyton moved her hand to her bump. "It's weird to think that they won't be in there anymore, they'll actually be real babies that we'll have to feed and change and get up in the middle of the night for. I mean, I'm scared that I'll go into labour and I won't even know." Peyton pouted. "I don't really think I'm ready for this, Brooke."

Brooke sighed and leant over to hug Peyton, as well as she could with two babies in between them. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. I've seen how you are with Jenny; you'll be a… well, you'll be a cute, if slightly dysfunctional mom." Brooke smiled and lifted Peyton's chin. "And you'll definitely know when you go into labour. You'll feel these sort of, well, twinges every five, ten minutes, and then whoosh, you'll wet yourself." Brooke motioned her waters breaking.

Peyton frowned and shifted in her seat.

"Did you say twinges every five, ten minutes?" she asked, to which Brooke nodded. "Oh…"

oooOOOooo

Jake cautiously rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. Now that he was there, he wasn't so sure it was a good idea. But it was too late as Carla opened the door, ran her fingers through her hair and let him in.

"So, Carla," Jake hung his jacket up and found his way into the living room. "What have you done that was so bad that you had to avoid my phone calls for the best part of three months? Oh, yeah, I remember – you paid Nicki to come and ruin my life, didn't you?"

"Jake, it wasn't like that…" Carla protested, her arms firmly crossed.

"Tell me then, what was it like?" Jake's phone began to ring, but he left it and carried on looking at Carla, who looked like she was trying to find the right words.

"Well, you remember the party Haley threw for Peyton when she first came back, and we met? It just felt like…" Jake's phone started to ring again, causing Carla to stop. "I guess you better answer that; someone obviously doesn't want to leave a message."

Jake shot a warning look at Carla, but flipped open his phone anyway. "Hello? Can it wait? Because I'm about to kill my ex girlfriend right now."

"Jake?" Brooke said into the phone.

"Oh, Brooke, sorry," Panic crept into Jake's voice. "Is it Peyton? Is she alright?"

"Hmm, she's in a little pain right now, but in approximately eight and a half centimetres time she'll be fine."

"Brooke, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yeah, unless you're kind of dim. She's gone into labour."

So, there it is – the twins are coming! And I promise, this is the absolute last chance you'll have to name them, and I'm on a tie, so I need some more votes! Anyway, adiós and I'll see you soon, plus two members of the Sawyer-Jagielski family…