A/N- wow I love reviews!

So I've become completely obsessed with this group called Celtic Thunder. They're amazing! The youngest in the quintet is Damien and he's only 14 or 15 and so cute! I cried when I found out he has a girlfriend… sorry, really random.

Chapter 36

Lucy's POV

I sat in the center of the bed, flipping through channels on the television. My laptop and novels lay forgotten on the rumpled covers the same as the last week. I gave up on the television and thumbed through a novel again, but nothing could hold my interest.

I felt like screaming and I looked like crap. I had been cooped up in bed for the past two weeks. The first week hadn't been too bad; I'd read a little, balanced the checkbook, paid some bills, listened to music, and watched some television. I had plenty to do to occupy my time. This second week? Not so much. Everything I did was been there, done that. Nothing held my interest and I was becoming increasingly irritable with pent up energy.

I was considering screaming just to release some of that energy when Mason and Katie came in, well, actually, Katie was skipping but that's rather beside the point.

"How are my favorite niece and nephew doing today?" she asked as she climbed onto the bed next to me. They both reacted to Katie's voice by kicking me.

"Lima and Bean are just fine, but too active for my taste." I said as I rubbed the spots I'd been kicked in. Mason smirked slightly and slid onto the bed on my other side and squeezed my shoulder.

Smiling, I grabbed their hands and placed them in the two spots I was always kicked in. A moment later two little thuds could be felt under my skin. Katie squealed, always the energetic one, and Mason grinned at me. Katie put her ear down to my stomach and started her daily routine of talking to the twins.

"Good afternoon kiddies." She said and waited a beat for the kick to go on. "This is your aunt Katie speaking." Another kick in recognition, "Make note its Katie, not your mommy or grandma, or great aunts Rosalie or Alice, your great grandmother Esme or your soon-to-be-aunt Sophie." Mason smacked the back of her head.

"We're not engaged." He said rolling his eyes.

"Yet." She corrected. "You're not engaged yet." She put her ear back down to my stomach. "Are you having fun in there? And you're kicking your mom enough?" I glared down at her and she grinned up at me, the picture of innocence. For a sixteen year old she had never lost the excitement I thought only little kids could possess, the same just woke up on Christmas morning aura.

"According to your mom you are, but I have yet to believe it so you'll have to kick in overdrive for the time you have left in there." I received tow more sharp kicks and moaned, sinking back on my pillows.

"Katie, they are, they are! Uncle! New topic!"

"Okaaay… So I was at the mall with Alice and we went into a baby shop and there was this super cute twins outfit and it was so cute we just had to get it!"

"Other than shopping." I said. She pouted and pushed back onto her heels.

"You're no fun."

"Okay, how about you be semi productive and help me pick out names." She bounced across the bed and curled up against my side. Mason stretched out on my other side.

"Well for Lima you could name her Macy or Penny or--" Katie started, tacking them off one by one on her fingers. I nodded, listening before smacking my hand over her mouth.

"Any names other than stores?"

"Okay how about--" I stopped her again.

"And no credit card names and no names of designers." She opened and closed her mouth twice before saying,

"I've got nothing." Mason and I laughed.

"How about you?" I asked, turning to Mason, "You have an ideas for us to consider?" he considered a moment.

"Well, for Bean, perhaps Peter, Christopher, Damien or Damon, Logan, or Andrew. For Lima, maybe Sarah, Lily, Molly, Rebecca, or Paige." I thought for a moment before smirking slightly. "I'm fairly partial to the name Sophie as well." Katie and I laughed.

"I like those too. They're going on the list." I said as I reached across Mason for the growing list Brian and I had been poring over, trying to find the perfect names. Mason whistled quietly as he scanned the paper.

"Brian?" Katie asked, raising her eyebrow. I laughed.

"Brian really wants his son named after him, you know, to carry his name on and whatnot. To be quite honest I find it a bit bigheaded but I think it'd be cute.

"I do like his name." Katie said thoughtfully.

"That I some list you have going. How can you possibly pick two?" Mason asked studying the list once more. I shrugged nonchalantly.

"We kind of have to. We can't keep calling them the twins, or the boy and the girl, or Lima and Bean. That'd be kind of embarrassing for them at school, 'Lima! Bean! You forgot you lunches!'" Mason snorted.

"When did we start calling them that?" Katie asked, trying to remember. I thought a moment.

"Brian started it. He was reading a pregnancy book when I first found out I would be having a baby. It said that, at that point, the baby was as big as a lima bean. We started calling it Bean, then we found out we would have twins we split the name in two. I'm glad we did too, it gets pretty tiresome to call them the boy and the girl."

"But like you said we can't keep calling them Lima and Bean. You need names!" Katie said, exasperated.

"I do, don't I?"

"Yes." She groaned. "They're due in two weeks! That's not that much!"

"Okay. I'll close my eyes and randomly choose two names from the list, how about that?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"I am not letting my niece and nephew be named at random." Katie said sternly, seizing the list from me. "Okay, first we par down the lists to the ones you like the most." She put the list in the middle of us and we began scratching them off one by one until there were a few choices left for each.

"Okay, so for Lima our choices are Sarah, Rebecca, or Molly. For Bean we have Brian, Sam, or Christopher. Now you just have to pick one for each." I nodded slowly, staring at the names.

"I think I'll save the final choosing for when Brian gets home."

Katie, once satisfied her job was done, moved onto other topics such as whom she should pick to be her date for the upcoming Valentine's Day dance. Mason and I shared amused glances as every now and then as she prattled about the pros and cons of every untaken guy that would be acceptable to take. Mason had told me before that guys had practically lined up to ask her to the dance seeing as she was, of course, very pretty and popular since she was so outgoing and funny.

Mason, on the other hand, had a steady girlfriend and wasn't too bothered about dances, mostly because she flat out refused to go to any of them. Mason didn't mind though; he wasn't much for dances either.

They told me what was going on with our cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. They'd all visited of course, but only for so long. They had work and school and lives to attend to, unlike me who had absolutely nothing to do.

Mason and Katie left an hour later with promises to come back the next day to keep me company. I heard them shut the door behind them downstairs and sighed, waiting for Brian. I didn't have to wait long as he came home about ten minutes later. He tramped up the stairs and joined me on the bed, kissing me chastely.

"So Mason and Katie came to see me." I said as I leaned against his side.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" he asked rhetorically since they had taken to coming after school everyday.

"So we were talking about names and we actually took some initiative and chose the three we like the best of the names. I showed him the six possibilities.

"Rebecca?" he asked, his eyes glazing over slightly. "I dated a Rebecca in high school." He whistled. "What a --" he cut off once he caught my burning glare.

"Right. No Rebecca." I said tersely as I scratched it off the list. "So for Lima it's Sarah or Molly." He pondered that a moment.

"I like those two quite a bit, but I think I like Sarah just a little more. Sarah Clemens. It has a nice ring to it."

"I love that name too. So Sarah?"

"Sarah." He confirmed.

"One down, one to go. Brian, Christopher, or Sam." I ticked off on my fingers before looking to him for an opinion.

"Well I don't like Sam much. I think it'd be annoying to have a bisexual name. Christopher sounds very formal to me and I'm not much for Chris. What about Brian then?" He asked casually, though I could hear the wanting undertone in his voice.

"Brian Clemens Jr. I like it. So Brian?" I asked, knowing there was no way he'd disagree.

"Sarah and Brian." He said, tasting the words. "Sarah and Brian Clemens." He smiled. "I like it." I got too kicks right after he said the words.

"They do too." I said, laughing, massaging my stomach. Brian came around to my stomach and put his hands on the spots I was kicked in.

"Hello in there Sarah and Brian." Two punts came to his hands and he laughed.

"They do like that, don't they?" I nodded. So it was settled.

It was easy to make the transition from Lima and Bean to Sarah and Brian. They names just seemed to fit.

The next week passed in the same way, unending monotony until I received visits. Mason and Katie came most everyday and my mother and father came fairly often as well. My uncles Jasper and Emmett and aunts Rosalie and Alice came a few times. Emmett laughed about how he didn't miss Rosalie being pregnant at all. She hit him. She was the only one who truly understood being pregnant with twins as she'd had twins as well. She came by herself a few times and I was able to whine to her about my aching everything while she commiserated with me.

My last week passed even slower than the last having been in bed for three weeks. I was so tired of being cooped up and taking the medicine to prevent me from going into labor (that gave a whole new meaning to birth control) that I was completely fed up and irritable at everything with a heartbeat, excluding my children of course.

On my last day in bed I couldn't sit still. It was a Saturday so Brian was there with me at least. He practically had to sit on me to keep me there, reminding me constantly that I had to stay there. Finally it was over though and I was able to be up and about. If I went into labor now it would be safe to have the twins. Brian and I celebrated by going out that night, that'd I'd made it a month and I was in the clear.

We went out to a small local restaurant in the area that mom said used to be called The Lodge, but was torn down and rebuilt as a slightly classier place. We were seated and offered wine, which I very pointedly refused. We eventually were served dinner and conversation became mute as we ate.

Well, until I had a contraction.

I gripped my stomach and hissed quietly. It felt exactly as it had last time the contractions hit. Not too bad, rather short, but I knew they'd get stronger and longer.

"Brian." I gasped when I felt a trickle down my leg. My water had broken. He was at my side in a moment ad assessing the situation. He threw down some money and began rushing me out. I was in the car before I knew it.

"Call your parents." He commanded as he focused on the icy pavement laid out and the normal February snow swirling about before us. I nodded tensely and dialed the familiar number.

"Mom?" I asked when I heard her voice greet me.

"Lucy! Hey sweetie! How's it to be free?" she asked happily.

"Wonderful. We're on our way to the hospital." I grunted.

"Wait, what? You're going where? Are they already on their way?" she asked, suddenly tense.

"Yes, they are. I think they'll be here by tomorrow." I said quickly as Brian's hand made its way to mine and squeezed it nervously. I squeezed back, partly for reassurance partly as a distraction from the new contraction gripping my insides rather painfully. "I have to go, we're almost there, but will you come mom? I need you there." I whispered.

"Of course. I'll be right over." She said tightly. We said quick goodbyes and I dialed another slightly less familiar number to my OB/GYN. SH told me to come straight to the hospital and I told her we were on our way. She told us she'd meet us there and told me to just hang on.

We pulled into the parking lot and he ushered me into the emergency room, the same one I came to last time I was having contractions. I was hit by a strange sense of déjà vu as I was whisked off to a room and set up with an IV.

I was given a cervical exam and was told I was at four centimeters already. They spread a cold gel on my stomach and pressed the wand on top, immediately giving her an image of the twins. The nurse pressed her lips together and, before I could ask what she saw, rushed out of the room. I turned panicked eyes on Brian and he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, though he didn't look like he believed it.

My doctor breezed in, her cheeks pink from the cold outside and asked how I was doing while bustling around, checking charts and IV's. I told her I was fine, but asked what the nurse had seen on the ultrasound.

One thing I very much liked about this particular doctor was that she didn't pull any punches or sugar coat things. She replaced the wand on my stomach and swiveled the screen towards me.

"See there?" she asked, circling a spot on the screen with her index finger. "The girl is breech. We may have to do a cesarean to deliver them.

"That-- that's not too bad is it?" I asked in a quivering voice.

"No, not really. Caesareans are very routine, but it's still considered major surgery. The risk goes down for complications though if you choose to do that though." My choice was made as soon as she said that. My children's safety was first priority. Always.

Matt was helping me sit up for an epidural as my entire immediate family rushed in. Katie ran over.

"Lucy! Are you okay? What happened? When are the twins going to get here? Are they going to do a c-section? What's going on?"

"I'm fine, twins are fine, they'll be here soon, yes they're doing a c-section, and I'm not quite sure what's going on." I panted, speaking shortly between breaths. "Happy?"

"No, not really." I glared at her and shooed her away. Dad squeezed my hand and went to talk to my doctor while mom took up on my other side, supporting me while they slipped the large needle into my back. Katie and Mason moved to the end of the bed and took hold of my hands which I squeezed tightly as the pressure mounted around the injection before the bliss of numbness spread through me. I watched the screen nearest me monitoring my contractions shoot up in a strong one. I was thankful I couldn't feel it.

Soon after I was whisked off to the delivery room and minutes later a babies wail filled the room and we were informed it was a boy.

"Brian." I whispered. Minutes later a second cry rang out and we were told it was our girl.

"Sarah." Brian whispered this time he squeezed my hand tightly as his smile broke across his face.

I was brought soon after to a recovery room where I was finally able to hold my babies. They were so tiny I could hardly believe it. I'd worried once if I might drop them when they were born, now there wasn't a doubt in my mind they'd be safe in my arms.

Just as they began to open their eyes more and more to expose gorgeous identical blue irises, Katie came hurtling into the room.

"Are these my niece and nephew?" she asked excitedly as she careened over to my bedside. I nodded, grinning madly. "They're adorable! You never told us what you decided for names though." She said as she stroked Brian's cheek.

"Brian and Sarah." Brian said from next to me. He kissed my cheek.

"They're beautiful," dad said as he ran his hand over the brown wisps on Sarah's head. Mom smiled down at me, tears in her eyes.

"You and Katie will be godparents of course." I said decisively.

"What? Really? Of- of course we will." Mason said, surprised while Katie whooped enthusiastically.

"Can we hold them?" Mason asked from near my elbow. I nodded and passed him Brian and handed Sarah over to my father. She gurgled and fluttered her tiny eyes, struggling to open them fully. It must have been strange to come into this strange world with bright lights and loud noises. Brian cooed, eyes already wide and inquisitively staring at Mason's hair.

The babies were passed around and cooed out until they fell asleep in my mom and Brian's arms and were taken to the nursery. My parents and siblings went home a while later and all that was left was enjoying having our two little gifts.

A/N- Geez! That wasn't meant to be such a long chapter! It's really funny for me, the names because those are my brother's and my names, Brian and Sarah. I feel like I made a cameo! W00t!

Anyway, I have a bit of fluff planned for next chapter(s) then I will start on Katie's story. I'm considering a plot much like the movie's What Happens in Vegas because that'd be so much fun! If you're not familiar with the concept, it'd basically be she goes to Vegas, gets drunk, gets married, you know boring stuff. Lol! Let me know what you think!

--Cullens4everandever