I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity. ~Eleanor Roosevelt

Crying. Lots and lots of crying. Mainly it was Stephanie, but Jo was crying too, just not as hard. Camille was the only with dry eyes, and that was only because she was trying her best to not cause anymore stress.

Stephanie had called her at eight o'clock in the morning saying that she didn't feel right. Camille had packed up Lacey and gone over to Stephanie's apartment to keep her company. At nine Stephanie started realizing that she was having contractions. She called her doctor after that and he told her to wait a half an hour and see if they kept coming. They did and now they were at the hospital. Jo had called the guys and they were on their way.

"This isn't happening," Stephanie said quietly.

"They might be able to stop it, Steph. This kind of stuff happens alot. Everything will be fine," Camille said, holding onto Stephanie's hand.

Stephanie shook her head. "What if it isn't fine?"

"Don't think like that," Jo said, her voice shaking slightly.

Sighing, Stephanie let her free hand fall onto her stomach, feeling one of the babies kick her softly. She smiled, and closed her eyes, trying to calm down. She heard noise and Camille's hand left hers, replaced by a more familiar hand. She opened her eyes and looked at Carlos, who looked scared out of his mind. The other guys were standing in the doorway.

"Steph, what happened?" Carlos asked, his voice small.

Jo and Camille stood up, ushering the other guys out of the room and closing the door.

"I don't know. The doctor doesn't know either. They have me on this stuff that's supposed to stop the contractions but I still feel them every once in a while," Stephanie said.

"And... And what will happen if they don't stop?" Carlos asked.

"Then we'll be parents early. They said that since I'm 24 weeks along the babies have about a fifty percent chance of survival if they're born." Tears started welling back up in her eyes.

"Fifty percent?"

Stephanie nodded, letting the tears fall. Carlos was crying too. He kissed her hand softly, letting his other hand fall onto her stomach. He laughed slightly when he felt one of them kick as well.

"They're strong. They'll be ok," he said.

"They have stubborn parents," Stephanie said. She squeezed Carlos's hand tightly. "Damn it, I hate these contractions."

"I know, honey. I know."

"They don't deserve this," Kendall said. He and Jo were sitting on the couch next to Camille and Lacey. Logan was across the room sitting in a chair by himself and James and Ruby were on the love seat. They were all in the critical care waiting room, waiting for someone to tell them what was going on with Stephanie.

"No one deserves this," Ruby said.

"Everything will be fine. It has to be," Logan said softly.

Camille scoffed and shifted Lacey on her lap. Logan looked down at his hands. The tension between them was palpable. Suddenly, a lullaby started playing in the room.

"God, please let that be for another baby," Jo said quietly.

Sure enough, on the screen that announced new arrivals, a name that wasn't for Stephanie and Carlos popped up. That happened five more times in the next two hours. One doctor came in and told them that Stephanie was still having contractions but that was all they heard. Just when the clock was ticking toward the third hour, another lullaby started playing. Everyone watched the screen and tears started spilling out of their eyes.

Happy Birthday Kylie Sylvia Garcia! 1 lb. 11 in.
Happy Birthday Isaac Anderw Garcia! 1.23 lbs. 13 in.
Born to Stephanie King and Carlos Garcia

TBC...

Me: They're so.. tiny.

Logan: Yeah.

Kendall: But they're adorable.

James: *crying*

Me: Calm down James. It'll be ok. This chapter is dedicated to JDBelieber196! Follow her on twitter. This chapter was short, but it was a necessary one.