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Do you ever get that feeling, that random feeling in the pit of your stomach? It's like you know something big is about to happen--something huge. Your heart starts to flutter in anticipation and fear. Is it going to be good? Bad? Happy? Depressing?

I've kind of got that feeling right now, but I have a strong idea of what is creating it.

My heart is indeed fluttering. In anticipation? Yes. In excitement? Yes. In fear? Ohhh yeah.

I can just feel it.

My mind is ready for it. My heart is ready for it. My soul is ready for it.

For the past few days, Miley has been complaining about random cramps in her lower abdomen and it can only mean one thing--her body is preparing to give birth.

Secretly, I think she knows what is happening as well. I'd guess she is too afraid to put a name to the sensation. I don't blame her. I know, too, that while she is probably afraid of it, she's ready for it. She hasn't slept a full night in almost a week. She always manages to slip in, at most, three hours of sleep before she is awoken to harsh jabs in her stomach that continue until sunrise.

I feel so bad for her.

But at the same time, I'm so proud of her. She's taking everything so well considering the unfortunate situation we seem to have found ourselves in. She tries to smile through her discomfort but I know it's a front. It's a front for me and I love her all the more for it.

Currently, I am washing myself off in the stream while Miley relaxes on the beach. She told me a while ago that for some reason, lying in the sand is incredibly comfortable. I told her maybe it was because the sand can move to her contours, providing padding for her body. She smiled at me and told me I was a genius. She was playing of course, but it made me feel good all the same.

I dropped my hands from where I'd been furiously scrubbing my hair in an effort to clean it without shampoo. They fell gently into the water at my waist, the currents of the stream bending to move around them.

Sighing, I let myself fall back into the freshwater, the cool temperature making my already cold body colder. Surprisingly, I didn't mind. It felt good actually. The island had become unbearably hot in what I could only assume to be the summer months. The thought made me laugh.

The summer months.

We got stranded on this island during the summer months. If it was now the summer months again, that meant we'd been lost in our own isolated world for a whole year already.

Had it really been that long?

My heart dropped. If we hadn't been rescued by now, it probably meant no one was coming. It wouldn't make sense for them to keep a search crew out in the water for over a year.

Was that what being on an island for a year meant?

My heart sank lower. I couldn't help but think Miley and I were doomed to this island for all eternity.

I began to get angry. Why hadn't they searched harder for us? Why would they give up? I let my feet drop to the stream floor, pulling me into a standing position. My hand swept out in the water in front of me, sending a spray of water in the direction of my movement.

My heart was full of confusion and fury. As I was making my way towards the nearest tree to happily release my emotions with a hand on the trunk, a piercing yell broke the air.

"Jake!"

Her voice was louder than I'd ever heard it before and it terrified me. Hastily, I pulled myself out of the stream, throwing my boxers and now ratty jeans on before running towards the shore in desperation.

The sight I came upon made my heart freeze.

Miley was kneeling on the sand only feet away from the shore. Her face was wrought with pain and her hands were pressed firmly against her bulging stomach. Inches away, I saw a wide wet spot in the middle of her impression in the sand.

So this was what I'd been expecting and waiting for. The moment was finally here.

Miley was in labor.

"Don't just stand there and look at me!" Miley yelled at me, her voice full of pain.

My body jumped in shock as I realized I'd been standing at the edge of the forest watching her grit through the pain. My legs took of running, bringing me to her. Seconds later I dropped to the sand in front of her, reaching out the grab one of her hands, pulling it off her stomach.

"How far apart are you?" I asked quickly.

"Twenty minutes," she whispered.

My eyes widened in shock.

"Twenty minutes?! Only twenty minutes?!" I repeated. "Why didn't you call me earlier, Miley?!"

She managed to shrug a few seconds later as the pain left her body.

"Twenty minutes is a long time, Jake. You would have just been sitting and waiting. The only reason I called you now is because the pain is getting to be too much," she explained.

"When did your water break?" I asked.

Again, her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug.

"I don't know," she whispered in embarrassment. "I was sleeping in the sand and one of the contractions woke me up. That was when I realized my water had broken."

My head nodded in understanding. "Okay," I responded, "What now?"

She shrugged for the third time. "I guess we just wait."

And so we waited. The cramps came and went, each time longer than the first as the space between them decreased. Miley had started to sweat in pain. I felt helpless as I sat in the sand beside her, watching the waves roll in and out. I tried to do what I could, but there was no way for me to actually know the intense discomfort she was in. Squeezing my hand could only do so much for her and believe me, she had been squeezing it. I think it broke about an hour ago.

Her contractions continued to increase until they were almost indiscernible from each other. Now, she was in constant, hair splitting pain and just as the sun began its downward descent into the horizon, Miley managed to grit out a very shaky, "It's time," as her teeth clenched tightly together.

I nodded. We had talked about this before, what I was supposed to do when the time came. My mind shifted into autopilot as I made my way to Miley's lower body. She had been lying back in the sand for quite sometime so I quickly lifted each leg for her, bending them at the knees and spreading them apart. My hands went to her hips as I grasped the soaked underwear covering her lower body and began to pull the cloth down.

In any normal condition, I'd probably have a hard on right now. But for some reason, the thought of what I was about to do frightened any sexuality of the whole 'staring at your girlfriend's nether regions' situation.

As I saw Miley's eyes squeeze shut in pain, I encouraged her. "It's time to push, Miles. Do that for me okay?"

She nodded and her face began to turn red as she forced all of her effort into squeezing a baby out of her body. As the contraction subsided, she dropped her head back into the sand, breathing in exhaustion. The rest was short lived however and seconds later she was pushing again.

I don't know how long we kept at this repetitive pattern. I knew Miley was in pain no woman should have to bare without medication. I knew she was probably going to be scarred for the rest of her life from said horrifying pain. And I knew I couldn't be any more amazed at the brunette lying on the sand, abundant tears trailing down her red face.

"I think you're almost done, Miles," I encouraged her as she pushed again, "I can see a head…"

Seconds later, my eyes fell upon the wet, wrinkled head of a baby. Miley gave one more push and the shoulders appeared in front of me. I reached forward to support the newborn child and gently gave a tug on its shoulders to help. The baby easily slid out of Miley's body, falling completely into my arms. A mere seconds later, the most beautiful sound I had ever heard resonated in my ears.

I couldn't help it-a single tear made a path down my cheek as I took in the bundle of pink skin in my arms.

"Miles," I whispered, "You did it. It's a boy, Miley. We have a baby boy…"

Miley laughed through her tears, smiling widely. I lifted the child up, trying to show her through her propped up knees what her baby looked like. After holding the child high for a few seconds, I gently placed him on the blanket Miley had created when we first found that suitcase so many months before.

I reached to the side, preparing to pick up one of the makeshift knives to cut the baby's umbilical cord but suddenly Miley yelled out in pain again. My eyes flew to her in worry. She was gritting her teeth in pain again. It looked like she was trying to push.

"Miley, what's wrong?" I asked in worry.

"I don't know," she whimpered, "My body is just telling me to push. It hurts so much, Jake…"

What? Her body wanted her to keep pushing? But why? The baby was already out…The only reason she would still need to push would be…

Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. Miley's abnormally large abdomen, the incessant, almost inhuman amount of kicking…It all made sense.

"Uh…Miley?" I asked gently, "Is there any history of twins in your family?"

She shot me a confused look. "Mh hm, my dad is a twin. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Think about it, Miles," I encouraged her.

Her eyes widened in understanding and fear.

"I don't want to push another baby out of me!"

My shoulders shrugged. What else could I do? She had to push the second child out, she had no choice.

"You can do this, babe," I whispered to her, "You've already done it once. Do it one more time, yeah? For me, please?"

Her head nodded. "For you," she mumbled as she began pushing again.

She pushed and pushed and before long, another baby had made its presence known in the world, this one a girl.

"It's a girl…"

Now, Miley dropped back into the sand, her breathing heavy in relief and exhaustion.

"It's a girl…and a boy…" she repeated.

I grabbed the knife, cutting the umbilical cord of both children before carrying them one by one to Miley's upper body so she could hold them both. Once the two babies were settled carefully in her arms, I crawled behind her, helping her sit up so she could prop herself up against his stomach.

Silence abounded as we sat in the sand admiring our children. The sun was minutes away from disappearing below the horizon. The two babies wiggled and fidgeted in Miley's arms before slowly drifting off into sleep-meeting the world takes a lot out of a little fella.

"What are we going to name them?" I asked softly so I didn't wake the sleeping newborns.

"I don't know…I didn't even think about that," she whispered back.

Hm…What could we name our children?

"How about Kathryn for the girl?" Miley suggested timidly.

"Kathryn," I repeated, "Kathryn Ryan. What about a middle name?"

"Kathryn Sue Ryan."

"Sue?"

She nodded. "It was my mom's name."

I sat silently for a minute, thinking about her suggestion. "I like it."

She smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, leaning down to brush a kiss on the crown of her head, "What about the boy?"

She shrugged. "You should name him, he's your son and I named the girl."

So I thought a few more minutes and finally suggested, "Jacob."

Miley turned her head, looking at me confused. "We can't name him Jacob-that's your name, dork!"

Happy laughter escaped my mouth. "No, no. My name is Jake. The baby's name will be Jacob."

"You really wanna name your child Jacob?" she asked suspiciously.

"I really wanna name my child Jacob," I assured.

It was her turn to think. Eventually, she nodded her head, "Okay. Jacob Ryan. But we have to call him Jacob. No Jake, got it?"

I nodded. "Okay, Miles. We'll call him Jacob. Jacob Jonathan Ryan."

And that's how it was. We sat there silently, each lost in our own thoughts, both of us focused on the sleeping children in Miley's arms.

Kathryn Sue Ryan.

Jacob Jonathan Ryan.

They were ours. And I loved them more than life itself.

They were the only good thing to have come from our life on this island aside from my relationship with Miley so far and I couldn't help but throw my back, my eyes to the sky, praying in thanks.

Apparently I'm not very smooth 'cuz pretty much everyone saw that coming. Oh well. I tried, haha.

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