Authors Note: Okay you guys, here comes the baby! LOL! I think y'all will like this chapter.
"The Only Fitting Names"
Over the months, Tristan and Rory had rekindled their relationship to much more than it was before. Everybody noticed that they were back together, and it relieved many people. They were a strong, affectionate couple. He had yet to ask her to marry him however. She was almost sure he was going to propose over dinner one night. He had the ring in his pocket, but an interruption came. Tristan drove her to the hospital, and held her hand. Her doctor, a very expensive one named Dr. Sherman, delivered a set of twins, a boy and a girl. The boy weighed 7 pounds 6 ounces, the girl 7 pounds 4 ounces. The beautiful babies came into the world after 3 hours of labor, and were well welcomed, by loving, and yet unmarried parents. He carefully placed the screaming son into the hands of his father, and the screaming daughter, the younger of the twins by 7 minutes, into the hands of her mother.
Tristan gazed into his son's bright blue eyes. The baby was crying, and Tristan was too.
"Rory?" he said, "can we name him Tyler? He looks like a Tyler."
She smiled, "how about Tristan Tyler?"
Tristan sat down and rocked his son, his namesake. He was so happy that Rory wanted their son to have his name. Rory smiled up at him. Tristan was going to be an amazing father. She prayed someday they would be married, and he would be an amazing husband too. She was already in love with her children, her twins. She was in love with their father. She was the happiest she had ever been. Tristan Tyler was quieting down while his father held him, and Tristan placed their son in Rory's arms. They watched their babies, utterly in love with the amazing gift of life they had seen. Tristan was deathly happy. He now had a boy to throw baseballs to in the front yard, and to teach how to fish, although he would first have to learn. Tristan promised himself he would be an amazing father. He would be nothing like his absent father, he would never let his business rule his life. He would be the perfect father. He would put his family, especially his wife first. He realized that he hadn't gotten to do what he had wanted to do at dinner, what the whole purpose of the terribly expensive dinner had been for. She had maybe expected it then, but she certainly wasn't expecting it at that moment.
He pulled the velvet box out of his pocket and said, "I was going to do this over dinner, which is why it's in my pocket, but we had a pleasant interruption."
He bent to one knee slowly, and she gasped when she realized what he was about to do. Her heart was beating quickly, and his palms were sweaty, grasped around the box.
"Lorelei Leigh Gilmore, will you marry me?"
She smiled, and the tears and all the emotions were all too much. A whirlwind of pleasant feeling surrounded her. She simply nodded, and then finally choked out the words, "I love you." He was teary eyed too. The doctors and nurses watched them, and smiled. It was like the closing scene to a romantic movie. These were not just babies born out of wedlock. These babies were born to parents who were much more in love them many married couples.
They realized what they could have lost. They had beautiful babies, who would be dressed up in cute clothes to watch an amazing wedding. It would be spectacular.
He slipped the ring onto her finger, it was beautiful, expensive, but what was most important was the name engraved in the inside. "Tristan loves Mary." When she read the inscription, she once again started crying. He kissed her cheek, and then kissed the heads of his children.
"Shouldn't we name our baby girl? Her older brother has had a name for minutes now! What unfair parents are we?"
"We had a small interruption."
"A good one," he said smiling at his children.
"I can only think of one name I would ever want to name a daughter?"
"Lorelei? Rebecca? Bridget?"
She smiled and shook her head. She looked beautiful, even after the pain of labor.
"We have to name her Mary."