Three Months Later
"Relax," Thorne told Cress, who was sitting down in the waiting room of a doctor's office, "The baby is fine. Stop worrying so much!"
"How can I not worry?" Cress cried, "What if something is wrong, and the baby gets hurt, or dies or something?"
"Cress," Thorne told her sternly, "Calm down, okay?"
"I can't," she cried.
Just then, a medical droid came into the room. "Crescent and Carswell Thorne?" it asked, in its metallic, programmed voice, "The doctor will see you now."
Cress stood up, grabbing Thorne's hand. "Come on, Captain. Let's go."
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They walked into the doctor's office and sat down.
"Mrs. Thorne, isn't it?" asked the doctor, "Well, anyways, we have your ultrasound results back, and congratulations! You are carrying two healthy twin girls!"
Cress instantly started to smile, feeling elated. The babies were fine, and she was having not one, but two girls.
"I told you the baby was going to be a girl," Cress said, nudging Thorne, who looked excited, and well, flabbergasted.
Thorne smirked. "I suppose I can't always be perfect." he sighed. "But anyways, now we need to think of not one, but two names."
"What about Julia?" Cress asked, "You know, after the shell boy whose family I tried to find?"
"Sure," said Thorne, clearing his throat, "But can her middle name be Caitlin? It was my mother's name." Thorne sighed. "I know I never had the greatest relationship with my parents, but I was just thinking. You know?"
"Yeah." said Cress. Cinder had said that she could find Cress's mother for her, but Cress hadn't wanted to, prefering to have the benefit of the doubt. After all, what if Cinder found her mother, and her mother was mean and horrible?
"And for the other name. Maybe we can come up with it when they're born?" Thorne asked. Cress nodded.
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One Day Later
"Thorne!" Cress cried, sitting on the living room couch, "I'm hungry. Will you make me a peanut butter corn sandwich? Please?"
Thorne sighed, and walked into the kitchen to make his wife a sandwich for what seemed like the millionth time. He grabbed two pieces of bread, covered them in peanut butter, and proceeded to layer the pieces of bread with corn.
Thorne then walked back into the living room with the finished sandwich.
"Here," he said, handing it to his very pregnant wife. Cress happily grabbed the sandwich, and took a large bite. She frowned slightly, twisting her short, blonde hair.
"I think it needs ketchup. Here Thorne," Cress said, handing a piece to her husband. "You try it."
Thorne backed away a little. "Um, no, I think I'm good…."
Cress looked sad. "Please, Thorne. I promise that it's really, really good."
Thorne sighed. Sometimes, fighting a war was easier than taking care of his pregnant wife. At least there was a plan for the war. Well, sort of, anyways.
"Please?" Cress asked again. Thorne took a deep breath, and bit the sandwich.
At first, he almost had to spit out, the taste was so bad, but it eventually tasted a little better. Thorne quickly swallowed. "It's… well, interesting." he finally decided. "But I don't think it needs ketchup. Or anything else, for that matter."
Cress shook her head. "I think it does. Will you please go get me some?"
Thorne sighed, walking over to the fridge once again.
An Hour Later
"Thorne!" Cress called again. "Can you please make me a peanut butter corn sandwich? With ketchup?
A/N: Thank you to tlc, WinterHaylePotter, and Toriella Umbrella for reviewing! Until next time!
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