At eight months, Andy was as big as a house. She had taken to placing a drum pad on her stomach and playing all the solos from her music library for hours on end, since she had graduated two months ago. On a day she was doing this, she heard a knock on the door. Cautiously, she stood up and looked through the peephole in the door.

"MISSY!"

"Don't yell! You'll induce labor!"

"Oh, hush you. Come on in, I was just making my children drumming addicts."

"What, making them listen to Grateful Dead records again?"

"No, that's scheduled for Tuesday" Missy laughed and sat down on the couch, picking up the sticks Andy had just been playing with and fiddling with them.

"Andy?"

"Yeah?"

"If…I were to go out with someone that was three years older then me, would that be really wrong?"

"Um, Missy? Look at me. I'm pregnant. Granted, he's only a year older then me, but the concept is still there. Just don't get pregnant, because it makes you have to pee all the time. But who is this person?"

"…Tony…"

"MISSY! That's awesome! Are you going out yet?"

"No, I was planning on asking him to dinner tonight."

"You know what? He's had a crush on you since you held cymbals for him that one time. Even just yesterday, he asked me if you had a boyfriend. Which I know you don't, so…go for it!" She hugged Missy as well as she could with her gigantic abdomen, and then stood up. "Feel free to make yourself something to eat. Adam's out at work, and we have lunchmeat and stuff. Right now I really, really have to pee. When I come back we can shift up the Grateful Dead record listening sessions to this afternoon, and then we can have lunch or something, since I can't have coffee or alcohol."

Missy, with a big smile on her face, set about making salami sandwiches until Andy came waddling out of the bathroom.

"I look like some kind of duck, walking like this."

"Yeah, you do. But that's okay, because you'd make a very sexy duck, with that big chocolate stain on your stomach."

"What? Where?" Andy tried to bend over to see the chocolate stain that was on the bottom of her abdomen, but failed miserably, so she just sat down, exhausted. Taking her sandwich, Andy devoured it in about seven bites. Suddenly, she gasped, bending over at the waist as best she could, her chair becoming soaking wet. Missy's eyes opened wide and she yelled.

"HOLY SHIT! You're having the babies Andy!"

"Really? I guess you were rightabout the yelling inducing labor."

"Oh, shut up and get into my car. What's Adam's cell number?"

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Andy was in excruciating pain, and all she wanted was for it to stop.

"Come on Andy! One more push and the first one will be out!" Andy groaned and pushed against the pressure in her abdomen and suddenly felt a brief release of pressure, followed by a weak wailing.

"Okay, come on, we've got one more to get out of you. Here's another big push!"

"Nooo…..Adam! This is all your freaking fault! Sweet mother of god, get this thing out of me!"

"It's coming Andy. Just push for me again."

A few minutes later, when the next baby was carried off by the nurses to be cleaned, Andy fell back against the cool comfort of her down pillow and closed her eyes as the doctors completed the process.

"Never again."

"Alright, honey. We've got two healthy little girls that will be coming in soon to visit their mommy. Both with a full head of brown hair, from what I could tell."

Soon, two nurses came in bearing identical pink-wrapped bundles. They placed them in Andy's arms, and she held them to her chest.

"Heather, and…Krissy, My little drum-chiclets" Andy gasped as both of the little girls opened their eyes to stare up at the people above them, one with startlingly blue eyes, and the other with deep chocolate brown.

"See that madman up there? He's your daddy!" Adam grinned, and then leaned over the babies, whispering,

"And that beautiful lady up there? She's your mom. Completely nuts, of course, but gorgeous"

"If I wasn't holding our children, I'd smack you silly."

"Pity"