when they rented the house, brenda had turned one room into a nursery for her baby. She didn't know it woul be a girl, as a metter of fact, she had had a strong feeling it would be a boy, so she had decorated it in green, yellow and a little blue. It was a lovely room, right as she had always imagined her first child room would look like. The were two huge windows from where you could see the street and the park. Brenda loved to sit there for hours, reading to her baby, cuz she knew babys could hear their parents voices even before they were born.

When she got home after the hospital, and she entered the nursery carrying her little girl in arms, she took a look around and decided it was perfect, even if she had done it for a boy. The place looked beautiful, and didn't want her daugther to have a regular all-pink room. So, the nursery stayed the like it originally was.

Because Brenda thought she would have a boy since the the first moment she found out she was preagnant, she had kept in mind all along that her son's name would be, in fact, Dylan. She had no reason for doing otherwise, after all, there was no other name which mant as much to her as Dylan, except maybe "Bandon", but it would be very confusing to have another "Brandon Walsh", because Brenda was a single mom, and this baby would have her own last name. She used to fantasaise about having twins, two boys, whom she could name "Brandon and Dylan" and then she'd laugh for hours realising how silly it would sound to her family and friends.

When her daugther was borned, she decided to call her dylan anyway. She had always loved that name, and it was the name of her father. If she could not have him, at least she could take his name.

Dylan Adrianne Walsh had been borned with the most beautiful dark eyes brenda had ever seen, very long eyelashes and the cutest little mouth. She had not brenda's white skin, she was a little taned like dylan, but she had brenda and brandon's beautiful nose, and her eyes were huge and always moving, like brenda's eyes, but as we said, they were not blue, unlike brenda's, they were deep and almost black, like dylan's,her eyebrows were perfect, and her hair was dark as her mother's.

"Adrianne. Adrianne Walsh... good name... for a perfect baby" Said Brandon, as he took her little nice in his arms and smiled at his sister, still lyring in the hospital bed.

"Her name is Dylan.. don't forget." said brenda, trying to smile back, eventhought she was beat after an hour of labor.

"I don't know how mom did this twice... in the same day... ALMOST at the same time.." she said.

"Yeah, she should have stoped with me and sent you back" Said Brandon jocking. He was still unable to take his eyes off of His nice. "But then again... I wouldn't have now with me the two ladys I adore more than anything..." He Faced Brenda and held her hand as he sat next to her on the bed. "I'm really proud of you Brenda..." He said smilling, full of admiration for his twin.

Brenda felt she was about to cry, she was so happy looking at her brother and her baby girl. "Thanks for everything Brandon... for being here today.. for taking care of us... this is the happiest day of my life" She said as she looked at her daugther, who was still in Brandon's arms. "I'm glad we can share it with you"

"Believe me Brenda, there was no way I'd miss this" Answered Brandon. "Besides, I am so relieved because... she looks just like me" He said, as he smiled and held Adrianne close to his face, so Brenda could see the resamblance.

"Yeah, right" Said Brenda amilling and taking her baby from Brandon's arms. "Like you could be that goodlooking"

Brandon: I just hope she takes after us, you know? I don't want her surffing or anything. I want her to have her uncle's brains... and her uncle's goodlooks... and my lovely character...

Brenda: Oh I see, and what do you expect her to take after me? her hair?

Brandon: No, I have better hair.

Bren hit Brandon playfully on the shoulder as they laughed.

Brandon: I don't know, I mean.. I can see her doing Shakespeare, and braking into labs... and eloping...

Brenda: From your mouth...

She said. Gazing at her baby tenderly.