A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! :) Glad you're still enjoying it! Coming up to the end now! :( But am still writing my other (totally unrelated) Shamy fic: The Romantic Gesture Hypothesis too. And yes, I am also writing a crime/thriller story that I want to pitch to publishers eventually. (But it's not fanfiction so can't post it on here.) Thank you again for reading and reviewing!

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Four weeks had passed and Bernadette had given birth to hers and Howard's baby boy.

The gang were all gathered at their apartment on their second day back home.

"He's so cute. I could eat him up!" Penny cooed.

"What name did you go with in the end?" Brigitte asked.

"We agreed on Harry." Howard smiled, as Bernadette gave the baby a bottle of newborn formula.

"Do you want to meet your Godparents, Harry?" Bernadette said to the little boy in her arms.

She passed him to Amy. "This is your Godmother Amy."

Amy carefully took him in her arms and made a funny face at him, laughing.

Of course, he couldn't laugh yet, but his eyes sort of twinkled.

"Be careful Amy, you might put strain on yourself and the twins." Sheldon said.

"He's not heavy; he's light as a feather, aren't you?" Amy cooed at her Godson.

"Yes, but still. It's my turn." Sheldon pouted.

Amy chuckled, handing Harry over to him.

Sheldon held him correctly, supporting his head.

"I see you haven't forgotten how to hold a baby. That will come in handy." Howard joked.

Sheldon just gave a small laugh.

"This is your Godfather; Sheldon," Howard said to the baby, "Now, be careful what you talk to him about, because he's crazy and has a tendency to ramble on."

Sheldon gave Howard a withering look.

"So, how's the doctoral degree going?" Sheldon asked.

"It's going great! Soon, nobody will be able to comment on my lack of a doctorate!" Howard replied.

"Yes…But for now, we can make the most of it." Leonard piped up, making everyone in the room snigger.

..

Back at home, Amy flopped on the bed and lay down for a while, whilst Sheldon ordered in a pizza.

Izzy had already eaten her dinner hours ago, and gone to bed.

Amy flicked through the channels on the TV in her room.

She felt a wave of pain in her abdomen, and winced, placing her hand on her stomach.

"I ordered the Pepperoni; is that okay?" Sheldon walked into the room and sat on the bed to remove his shoes. "Amy?"

He looked around and frowned. "Amy, are you alright?"

"Hmm. Just had a pain in my stomach." Amy replied.

Sheldon lay back with Amy and stroked her stomach gently. "Stop giving Mommy trouble; she's tired." Sheldon said, talking to Amy's bump.

"Ow! That didn't work. It's got worse." Amy grimaced, trying to reposition herself to get comfortable.

Sheldon carried on stroking her bump, resting his forehead on Amy's.

Leaning back again, he frowned. "You're sweating."

"Am I? Sorry." Amy croaked.

"I'm calling a doctor; I think you have a fever." Sheldon got to his feet immediately and grabbed his phone.

"You are a doctor, now come take care of me!" Amy weakly tried to seduce her husband.

"Sorry Amy, not today. When did you start feeling this way?"

"I don't feel sick, Sheldon. I just keep getting pains in my abs. It's no biggie."

"Regardless, I'm calling someone. I have a PhD not an MD."

Sheldon had just begun to dial a number when Amy half-screamed in pain.

Sheldon jumped and dropped the phone.

"What was that?" He asked, suspiciously.

Amy had her eyes closed, and was breathing irregularly.

"Amy…? Amy, talk to me." He began to panic.

Izzy had wandered out of her room, and was peering through the gap between the door and the doorframe.

"Daddy, is Mommy hurt?" She asked.

Sheldon turned to face her. "Yes, she is. I need you to do something for me and Mommy okay?"

Izzy nodded.

"Take this and call Aunt Penny."

Sheldon handed her his cell phone, which was already displaying Penny's number.

"Press this green button here to call, and tell her that Mommy is having strong tummy pains. She will know what you mean."

Amy was groaning in agony again, and Sheldon looked at her desperately.

"Okay." Izzy replied, toddling away with the phone and pressing the button.

Sheldon raced back to Amy. "Are you getting contractions?" He asked.

"I think so." Amy nodded, as the pain began to subside.

"But…But you're only eight months!" Sheldon looked horrified. "Maybe it's those Braxton…Whatever…Again?"

"Braxton Hicks. No, trust me, it's not! Twins are usually born early." Amy shook her head. She took Sheldon's hand, which he held out to her.

"Oh my God it hurts! I need you Sheldon…"

"I'm here."

"No I mean I need you…Sexually. Come on stud, climb aboard."

"What…!? No! Amy, no way, not now!" Sheldon spluttered. "That's so many kinds of wrong."

"It will get them out quicker." Amy tried to convince him, but another wave of pain hit her, making Sheldon panic.

Izzy came running back in. "Aunt Penny is on her way."

"Thank you Isabelle, you're a big, brave, clever girl." Sheldon smiled. "Go and wait in the living room please."

Isabelle obediently began to toddle back into the living room, and Sheldon turned his attention back to Amy, who was now out of pain again.

He checked his watch.

"Every six to seven minutes." He said. "We need to get you to hospital right away. I'm calling your midwife."

..

Fifteen minutes later, Dr Crispin had arrived, and was helping Amy through her breathing exercises whilst they waited for the ambulance.

Penny had arrived with Leonard and Robbie.

Robbie was playing with Izzy in her room, with Leonard supervising.

Penny and Sheldon had relocated to the front room with Amy and Dr Crispin.

"Eight centimeters dilated." Dr Crispin said.

"WHAT!?" Amy cried. "Oh God, those paramedics better hurry up." She cried out again, as a huge wave of pain washed over her.

"It's okay honey, breathe with me." Penny said, beginning to do the breathing exercises with Amy.

Sheldon felt useless. "Would you like me to sing you Soft Kitty?"

"NO SHELDON I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SING ME FRICKING SOFT KITTY!" Amy yelled, in agony.

Sheldon flinched, feeling hurt.

"Amy, he's only trying to help you. Here, go the other side of Amy and hold her other hand." Penny said, calmly.

Sheldon did as he was told, and Amy looked up at him, tearfully. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"I know." He replied.

The paramedics finally arrived, and began conversing with Dr Crispin.

They quickly examined Amy.

"Nine centimeters. Dr Cooper, do you have any clean towels and old sheets or anything?" One of them asked.

"Yes, why?" Sheldon frowned.

"Because there isn't time to get Amy to hospital for the birth."

"WHAT!" Amy cried out, "I can't give birth at home!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to in this instance." Dr Crispin replied, apologetically.

Amy began to hyperventilate.

"Amy, look at me. Breathe." Sheldon tried his best to calm her down. He managed to help Amy control her breathing, and went to get the necessary sheets and towels ready.

He handed them to the paramedics and took a step back, as they placed one towel on the radiator to warm it up, grabbed a couple of bowls just in case, and placed Sheldon's old Star Wars sheets underneath Amy.

Sheldon took a step back.

"I-I'll be right back." He said, but no one heard him.

He exited the room and shut himself in the bedroom, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

..

Knock, knock.

"Sheldon? I can smell smoke in the hallway. Is everything okay?"

Leonard opened the bedroom door, and found Sheldon sitting on the bed, window wide open, and his arm sticking out of it.

Sheldon's head was turned away from the door, out of the window.

"Sheldon?" Leonard walked a bit further into the room.

Sheldon turned to look at Leonard, his face a picture of fear.

He had a cigarette in his mouth.

"Sheldon! What the hell are you doing? You're smoking!" Leonard rushed forward.

"Good observation, Dr Hofstadter." Sheldon replied, blowing the smoke back out. "Kripke says it's a good way of getting rid of stress."

"Kripke is a douche! We all know that. Smoking isn't the answer, Sheldon! You should know better." Leonard argued.

Sheldon took another drag. "Yeah? Well scientists experiment, correct? Well sir, I am a scientist and I am experimenting!"

Leonard noticed that Sheldon was shaking slightly. "What's wrong with you?" He asked quietly. "You and Amy have had a baby before; you know what to do now. Why aren't you out there with her? She needs you."

"It's different this time, Leonard." Sheldon frowned, closing his eyes. "Amy is having twins."

"Yeah, so?"

"So…They're my babies!"

"Yes…I'm aware of how reproduction happens. I'm a father myself, Sheldon." Leonard raised an eyebrow.

"You don't get it. One of those twins has to have something wrong with them! Izzy was a prodigy, and is perfectly healthy. Surely not all three of our offspring will be the same? Look at my family for example; Missy and George are nowhere near as intelligent as me, even though we share DNA. You're nowhere near as intelligent as your siblings either, and you share DNA!" Sheldon replied.

Leonard rolled his eyes, and sat on the end of the bed as Sheldon took one last drag on the cigarette and threw it out the window, before placing another in his mouth.

"Oh no, no, no!" Leonard said, frantically, taking the cigarette out of his friend's mouth before he could light it. "Look, all of that may be true, but your DNA and Amy's DNA are similar, right? You're both extremely intelligent and in good health. It's highly likely that your children will be too. Anyway, who cares if one of them isn't perfect? You'd still love them…Right?"

Sheldon looked at his friend. "Of course I would. They're mine and Amy's babies. I'd love them no matter what."

Realising what he had just said, he widened his eyes.

It was true!

Sheldon loved his family, no matter what.

"You know, the old you would never have said that." Leonard said, quietly.

"I know…But the old me was an obnoxious ass." Sheldon replied. "But the fact remains, she's having twins! Anything could go wrong and I'm scared."

"That's normal. It's a big thing for anyone, let alone you. You can do it now, though. But remember Amy is scared too. You're a man of Texas, and you have to do what's right by your woman! Remember?" Leonard announced.

Sheldon looked up at his best friend for a moment.

Hearing Amy cry from the front room, Sheldon leapt to his feet.

"I never thought I'd say this, but you're right Leonard…Thank you." He began to make his way to the door.

"Hurry or you'll miss the birth!" Leonard called out behind Sheldon, before returning to supervise Robbie and Izzy.

Racing to the front room, Sheldon took Amy's free hand.

Penny looked up at him. "Are you okay?" She mouthed.

Sheldon nodded.

"Okay, well she's fully dilated; the first baby is coming now, Sheldon!" Penny said.

He nodded bravely. "Alright, let's do this."