Enjoy! Once again all mistakes are my own.

CPOV

Olivia and Emilia are now 4 months old and those two have given us some good and bad moments. The girls have now started rolling around and sitting with the support from one of us. They absolutely love tummy time. I love their smiles and their laughs are to die for. As they were getting older, we started noticing some changes in their looks. They both have brownish copper curly hair and they have my grey eyes. When they were first born we saw brown hair but as it started growing the copper tones started to show. I thought they were going to look just like their mother and sister. Olivia is showing signs of early teething because she constantly puts her hands in her mouth. Emilia not so much.

Having twins certainly has been entertaining for all of us here at home. Phoebe can't seem to get enough of them. They both take turns helping us out. They really are great siblings to their little sisters. Teddy will play with the girls until they start to get fussy and start crying. He tends to panic a bit thinking something may be wrong with them. Their ever loving protective brother. Then there are times where he will not go anywhere near them when they have shit. One time Teddy was holding Emilia and she farted on him, let's just say POOPSLOSION! After that he said never again. He made sure they had pooped prior to him holding either baby. He said that was a disgusting experience he never wants happening to him again. When I heard him say that, I just shook my head, chuckled and said to him, "Wait till you have your own kids, kiddo."

Having newborn twins after 6 years since we had Phoebe is stressful at times because its double of everything. The feedings, the changing and illnesses. That is the one thing I hate the most. When one of my children get sick. It's a terrible feeling of helplessness. What can I do to make them feel better? Thinking back to that day Taylor gave me the news at work makes me never want to go back ever again when things are tough at home. Last week was horrible for Ana and me.

~FLASHBACK~

I knew I should have just stayed home with Ana and the kids. I had an important meeting today regarding the business deal that is worth millions and I needed to be there. I wanted to postpone the meeting but Ana said absolutely not, that she had Gail here to help her if she needed it and when the meeting was over, I could come back home.

Last night Olivia was so fussy and not her normal self, so we checked her temperature and she was 101.6 degrees. We called my mom immediately and she said to give her Tylenol and strip her to her diaper. She told us that she is probably teething. We also checked on Emilia and she had a slight elevation in her temperature, she was at 99.5 degrees. We decided to do the same with her. It was about 2 am and I know Ana was tired, so I told her to sleep and I would watch over her. I couldn't sleep anyways knowing my girls were sick. Ana needs her rest and I can function with a lot less sleep. I grab Olivia and I sing to her, rubbing her back and she has her head on my chest. I give her a kiss and she whimpers. I know my poor baby girl doesn't feel good. When she finally falls asleep, I can feel her temperature was starting to go down. I lay her down in her bassinet next to my side of the bed and I close my eyes.

I wake and I see Ana with the baby, she was shushing and rocking her in her arms. I get up and she said that she was okay and that I should get ready for work. I told her I'd stay, that I wanted to stay but she said no. Reluctantly, I left for work with Taylor. I hated it, they were on my mind. How was I supposed to focus on this fucking meeting when my daughters were sick.

During the meeting, Taylor barges into the conference room without knocking and I know something is wrong. If it was anyone else I would have fired them.

"Sir, I really think we should go," he said with a concerned tone in his voice.

"What's wrong Taylor?" I say worried.

"It's Olivia Sir," he said and I am up off my chair immediately.

"Excuse me Gentlemen but we need to postpone this meeting for another time, my daughter needs me. Please set another appointment with Andrea," I said getting up and head for the door not letting anyone say a word to me.

"Taylor, what happened?" I asked as we are walking to the elevator.

"Gail called me and told me to have you come to the hospital because Olivia had a fever again, that it was higher then it was last night and she was coughing a lot. Ana was with one of the doctors who was attending to the baby at the time of the call," he tells me.

"Let's get the hospital fast!" I practically yell out. Stupid fucking elevator seems to be ascending very slow. We get to the parking garage and into the SUV. I lean my head back against the headrest, hoping and praying Olivia is okay.

We arrive at the hospital in ten minutes and look for Ana and my mother. The nurse shows me to Olivia's room and I notice that Sawyer and Jacobs are standing outside the room. I nod at both of them, walk through the door and that's when I see her. Ana is holding Olivia in her arms while she is hooked up to a machine. What the fuck is that on my daughter's face!

"Christian, thank God you're here. I panicked so I had Gail call Taylor to let you know. I'm sorry," Ana says almost sobbing, "Sawyer and Jacobs brought us here to the hospital."

"What is wrong with her baby? Why does she have that on her face?" I asked her with a concerned tone.

"It's a face mask connected to a nebulizer machine. She has a cold but she is also very congested and we are using the machine that has some Albuterol, the mist she is inhaling through the mask will help her get better. The doctor wants to rule out Croup, so we are going to monitor her for that as well. But for now it looks like she has the common cold. If she starts having a barking cough then we can diagnose her with Croup. The breathing treatment will reduce the swelling in her airways quickly. A few of these treatments and she will be good as new," my mother jumps in.

Croup? What the fuck is that?

"It's a viral infection, we are uncertain if she actually caught the infection. We want to see if Emilia has any symptoms as well. So, I would like the physician who attended to Olivia check her out as well," Mom says reading my mind.

"Where is Emilia?" I asked Ana.

"She is with Gail in the waiting room," Ana tells me as I am looking at Olivia.

We stay a little while longer then head home after we get everything we need for Olivia. Mom says she should be better within 48 hours. God, I hope she is right. This is a new sickness to me. I have never heard of croup before. Teddy and Phoebe never had that. We have dealt with the common cold, fevers and even ear infections but never this.

As soon as we all got home, I asked Gail to disinfect all the children's toys and anything and everything any of has touched. I don't care how much Lysol we have to purchase.

END OF FLASHBACK

Emilia did end up getting sick but she wasn't as bad as her sister. Having two sick infants was not fun at all. I hated every minute of it. I never want them wearing that mask or using a nebulizer ever again.

We are out back in the meadow and Teddy and Phoebe are running around. I have Olivia in my arms and she is laughing because of the funny faces I'm making at her. Then I hear Emilia and I pick her up from her bouncer and I'm singing and dancing with the girls. Their giggles just warms my heart. I love them so much. I love all my children. Seeing them getting bigger saddens me. I wish they would stay little forever. This is it, once the girls start growing, they will no longer be babies. They are officially the last ones we will ever have.

I remember the day I went to the doctor like if it was yesterday. About 3 weeks after the twins were born, I went and got the vasectomy done. After trying to convince Ana to not make me get the procedure, she just wouldn't budge. I tried, I really did but nothing I said worked. The doctor's consultation I had gave me enough information and some of it was no what I wanted to hear or see. When he was explaining everything, I just wanted to say "FUCK THIS! I AM OUT HERE". I'll just say that it didn't matter to me that it took about 30 minutes to do. That I would be in and out of there quick. I set up the appointment after the consultation and when the time came to go back to the doctor's office I was fucking terrified walking in there. Being told how it was going to happen was nothing compared to the actual experience.

FLASHBACK

"Mr. Grey, I would like to remind you once again about how the procedure will go and if you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to ask me," Dr. Jenkins says.

"Let's just get this over with shall we," I say annoyed.

"Now, as I said before, a vasectomy is a simple procedure that will prevent your sperm from getting to your semen when you ejaculate. Therefore, prevent another pregnancy. We will be giving you local anesthesia and we will be administering it directly through your scrotum," I wince when he said that part, "then once you are numb I will begin the procedure. Quick and easy Mr. Grey," Dr. Jenkins says trying to reassure me.

"Just get on with it," I tell him.

"Of course Mr. Grey. Let's get you prepped then shall we. Let me grab the nurse so we can get started," he leaves the room and returns shortly after with the nurse.

"Alright Mr. Grey, are you ready?" Dr. Jenkins says.

God I'm so fucking nervous. I really do hate that I'm doing this. But I love my wife and I would do anything for her. I simply nod and lay back down on the table and close my eyes. My balls, my poor balls.

An hour later I'm in the back of the SUV and I don't feel much right now. The doctor said that I will feel sore and in a couple days I might look swollen but that's to be expected. I can resume sexual activity in about 10 days. Doesn't really matter though because Ana still has 3 weeks left before she is cleared.

END OF FLASHBACK

I can't believe I'm no longer able to get Ana pregnant. I probably sound selfish but I really wanted at least one more child. I know I am sulking and I guess I shouldn't be complaining because looking back a little over ten years ago, shit even longer than that, I always thought I was incapable of having a family. Now look at me, I have a wife and 4 beautiful children. I get to watch my children grow along side with my Ana. What more could I ask for?

A/N: So, Christian got the vasectomy done. Did you think he wouldn't? I kinda wanted Ana to stop him at the Dr. office lol. I wanted my husband to get the procedure done also but he said NOPE! I never pushed him to do it I merely suggested it. Oh well!