The next month passed quickly and before I knew it, it was almost May, I was getting close to six months pregnant, and I was hating the California summer more than I ever had. I vowed to Juan almost daily that I was never going to be pregnant in the summer again. We were allowed to conceive in summer, but spending all summer practically as big as my own planet was not fun and I was not going to do it again if I could help it. I was showing a lot more now that I had been. It was like the babies had grown practically overnight. I was fitting into my clothes, then all of a sudden, I could only fit into sweats and Juan's tee-shirts, so I'd had to start wearing the maternity clothes people had given me for my birthday, buying a few more things for myself to supplement. I was lucky that everyone knew me so well and everything I'd been given was black, green, or Batman themed.

Even though I was almost six months, we hadn't been able to tell the sex of the babies at the last ultrasound because they'd both been positioned in a way we couldn't see what was between their legs. I had another ultrasound today, and was hoping they'd moved into a position so we could tell. We'd started buying things for the nursery, but I wanted to be able to paint and decorate, and even though I knew I'd likely be decorating in sea green with other gender neutral colors, I wanted to be able to settle the name debate Juan and I were having, and stop calling them Baby A and Baby B.

Also, I really wanted to be able to tell everyone what we were having tonight. We were going to be gathered at our house for David's birthday party anyway. My little brother was turning 9 and I'd planned a great party for it. I hadn't gotten to really plan big, fun birthday parties for myself when I was a kid, and my mom hadn't either. I'd always ended up with gatherings with my family, mostly, but I wanted him to have really memorable birthday's, like I planned on doing for our children, so I'd gone all out. I'd ordered a bouncy bin, cotton candy machine and a dunk tank. There were also going to be little game booths set up for kids to play games and win prizes. David had started school already, so in addition to club members, he'd invited his whole class, and we'd gotten a good amount of yes RSVP's.

Before that could start, though, we had to get through my appointment this morning. I drove the truck, following behind Juan on his bike, although I had to detour to drop David off at school before meeting Juan at St. Thomas. I parked in my spot, found my husband leaning against the car next to mine and we walked in together. We only had to wait about ten minutes before we were called back, but I barely even noticed, just like I wasn't paying much attention as we waited for the ultrasound tech to come in. My mind was on baby names, and what sex they were going to be as I continued to hope that we'd be able to tell.

When Dr. Greene finally walked in, she shook both our hands and then got to work. She knew how much I'd been anticipating this appointment since the last one when our children had stubbornly refused to let us know whether they'd be boys or girls. I'd gotten endless teasing over the past month that they were going to be just as stubborn as I was and maybe I wouldn't find out until they were born, but I was really hoping that wouldn't be the case. I wanted to know. I wasn't one of those people who wanted to be surprised. I was lucky that Juan agreed with me on this point.

After the cold gel was spread on my stomach, Dr. Greene moved the transducer around and my eyes were intent on the screen, my hand clasping Juan's tightly. I grinned when the first baby came into view, in the perfect position, and let the doctor tell my husband. "Well, here's Baby A, and he's being very cooperative today," she said and his eyes widened, so she pointed out his penis on the screen. "Indeed, Juice, you're having at least one boy. Let's see if Baby B is being just as cooperative," she said once she'd taken the pictures. She moved the transducer over and searched for the second baby, and sure enough, I could tell the sex of this one too. "She is also being cooperative. It looks like you two have got the best of both worlds, a little boy and a little girl," she said, taking the pictures before wiping off my stomach.

Once she had given me the information I needed and left the room. I adjusted my clothes and peered over at my husband, trying to figure out his reaction. I had to admit, I was pretty pleased. I already had boy's names in my mind, and I knew he had been thinking of girls names because of our bet we'd made before we'd even known we were having twins. He pulled me into a deep kiss. "I was thinking for a girl, we should name her Evelyn Marie Ortiz," he suggested, and I smiled, touched that he would remember my grandmothers middle name was Evelyn. His moms name was Marie, which is why I had to agree that it was the perfect name for our baby girl. I answered with a kiss.

Leaving the office and heading to my own, I had my arm wrapped around his waist with my hand in his back pocket, and he reciprocated, putting his hand in my back pocket. "I think that's perfect, and you're amazing," I said, deciding to answer verbally in case my kiss hadn't been clear enough. I paused thoughtfully before divulging the name I had taken a liking to for a boy. "I kind of like the name Michael Anthony Ortiz for a boy," I told him and he pondered it for a minute before nodding, saying he liked it too. "Mommy can't wait to meet you, Michael and Evelyn. You're going to be two of the most loved babies on the planet, with our whole extended family," I said as I sank into my office chair and rubbed my protruding stomach.

Sinking into a chair on the opposite side of the desk, Juan placed his feet on my desk and looked across it at me, an eyebrow cocked in a way that made me know exactly what he was thinking. "I have paperwork to do, but I suppose that can wait. You don't have to be back to the clubhouse for another couple hours, right?" I asked and he nodded, so I smirked back. "Okay, lock the door. You know I'm always down for a quickie in my office," I said, and so that's how we spent the next hour, our impromptu quickie turning into a not-quite-so-quick quickie. I had not thought it possible to increase our sex life, but my hormones made me want him all the time, not that that wasn't true before, but we were taking advantage as much as possible before the babies arrived and put a serious damper on our sex time.

A few hours later, I was in my element, taking care of everything for the party. I had to waddle around, because I was so big, but I moved quickly for a pregnant woman. I had the food tables set up, one for snacks with crackers, cheese and vegetable and fruit platters, another with a few different pizzas with a variety of toppings. In one ice chest I had capri suns and waters for the kids and I had put soda, beer and wine coolers in a separate ice chest for the adults. There was another table with presents. I was planning on bringing the cake outside when it was time to blow out the candles. It was an ice cream cake, because that was what David had wanted, so it was still in the freezer.

Looking around, I realized the backyard was decorated and looked great, and now I needed to get myself dressed, so I headed inside to do that before people started showing up. Juan was playing video games in the living room with David until people showed up and I ruffled David's hair and kissed the top of my husband's head as I passed through the room on my way to the bedroom. I had finally gotten my hair cut into a pixie cut. My roots were looking pretty bad, but I was refraining from dying my hair again until the babies were born. I pulled on a black pleated, mid-thigh length skirt, my lime green Converse and a lime green off the shoulder top, then headed back downstairs, just as the doorbell rang. Tara and Jax had arrived with Abel, Thomas and Kallie, and I smiled. Abel was in the same class as David, and they got along pretty well.

As the evening passed, I mingled around, making sure the kids were all having a good time, and talking with the club members and Old Ladies that were there. I made sure none of the food platters went empty and kept the coolers full as well. I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed doing things like this until I'd had to step up and start planning things. "You're going to make a great mother, you realize. Gemma would be proud of you," I turned and saw Tara sitting in a chair watching me, and decided to rest for a minute, taking the open chair next to her. She was holding Kallie, who'd just fallen asleep, it appeared.

Thinking about her words, I ran a hand though my short hair, wondering if they were correct. I enjoyed doing this event planning thing, but I didn't really see how that translated to me being a good mom. The comment about Gemma being proud of me, I could see that. We'd come a long way since we'd first met. Planning the wedding together had helped. I think she'd also respected me because I had lived through everything I'd lived through and still come back into Juan's life, knowing it might not end up how I expected, but loving him enough to try anyway. I just stared out at the party that was finally winding down, as parents came to pick up their kids, unsure of what to say really.

Somehow, Tara seemed to sense that I wasn't quite sure about her first statement. "Listen, there is no handbook when it comes to parenting. The most important thing you can do is love your kid, and do what you think is best for them. As long as you do that, then you're doing it right. No matter what you do, someone will have something to say about it, but I know you, and I can see already how much you love these babies, and they're not even here yet. You put so much of yourself into planning this event for your brother, and he's not even your kid. You love him, and you love your kids already, and you want the best for them. Everything else will work itself out. You are going to make a great mother, Krystal. You already are," she patted my shoulder, and then walked away to find her husband, just as mine walked up to me.

Since people were getting ready to leave, I noticed that all the kids that weren't attached to SAMCRO had been picked up already, and it was our extended family left, so I mentioned that to Juan, who said it was a good idea for us to share the news now. He got everyone's attention, and then let me make the announcement. "Well, as y'all know, we had another ultrasound today. In a few months we're going to be welcoming Michael Anthony and Evelyn Marie Ortiz into the family," I said, and in return got many congratulations and hugs.

A/N: I hope there are still people reading. Please, let me know what you think. I don't really have all that much else to say right now. Enjoy! Next chapters title is: Making Plans.

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