Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! Your reviews always keep me going! Keep it up! I also wanted to point out that, in the story, I was really about 4 months along when I told everyone the news.My mistake! Anyways, you guys didn't come here to hear me monologing. So, on with the story!

It had been almost a month since the last time that I had seen James, Antoinette, or Rayanna. And during that month, I had grown tremendously. I sat on the couch in the parlor one day, reading while some of the maids fanned me. It was about lunch time, and Cutler was away at work.

I was reading, 'The Tale of Despereanx.' I was at the part where poor little Despereanx's mum said adieu to her son as he was being led to the dungeon when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. One of the maids got up, and got the door. I went back to my book.

'Let me speak to him! He is my son!" Antoinette the mouse mother told the guards as they led Despereanx away to the dungeon.'

I looked up, and saw the maid standing over me with a large grin on her face, holding an envelope. I thanked her, and took the envelope, and almost screamed with delight. It was from James.

"Thank-you all for your lovely company, but I must be off," I said as the maids helped me push myself up off the couch. "You may all go on break while I am gone." I tucked the envelope into my pocket, and rushed out the door.

I let myself into the front room of Cutler's office. I said hello to the guards and went off down the hall. As I was jogging down the hall, I run into Cutlers assistant, Mr. Mercer. My enlarged stomach crashed into him, and we all (all being the twins, Mercer, and I) tried to catch our balance.

"I'm so sorry," I told him as I swayed back and forth, the twins seeming to add extra gravity to me. "'Tis no problem, lady Beckett," Mercer said as he steadied me.

"Thank-you," I said as I caught my breath. It was strange; I felt a funny pain in my lower stomach. "Mercer," I said, clutching my stomach and panting, "fetch lord Beckett for me. Tell him," I gave a push as a strong contraction came, "tell him that it's time." As soon as I finished my sentence, I had a contraction so strong that I had to sit down on the floor.

Mercer did as I requested, and within a minute, the two of them returned. Cutler helped me up, all the time saying, "It'll be okay honey, it'll be okay." But if you looked into his eyes, you could tell that he was scared to death about what would happen. We all knew I wasn't due for another two to three months.

At the doctor's office

I had been showed into a private room, where I got out of my clothes and lay down on the bed while Dr. Keybirth crowded around my legs, checking to see if she could see one the the babies coming. Each time it was a no.

In the front room, Cutler and Mercer waited. Cutler sat there wringing his fingers, while Mercer looked around the room for something to look at. There wasn't much, the place being pretty much just a log cabin.

Every now and then, they would take turns going up to the door, checking to hear if there was any hint of a baby being born. Nothing. When Cutler went up to the door for the fifth time, he listened, and then kicked the wooden floor. He turned around, and walked back to his chair.

He glared at the floor for a few seconds. "I can't take it anymore," Cutler told Mercer in a wobbly voice. "I could loose them. They could all be dying right now, and I won't be able to do anything about it." As he said that, he felt a sorrow and fear filled tear roll down his cheek.

Mercer, for once in his life, felt sorry for another. "It will be alright. Heather has had a perfectly safe pregnancy up 'till now."

Just as he said that, Dr. Keybirth came out. "Boys," she said smiling calmly, "Lady Beckett and the babies are all fine."

Mercer gave Cutler a friendly, 'told ya so,' smile. Cutler gave a sigh of relief. "Lady Beckett was jogging over to your office, Lord Beckett, to give you a letter, and the jogging triggered a false alarm."

Cutler suddenly felt annoyed. "May I see her?" He asked, trying to keep his temper.

"I am afraid not," Dr. Keybirth said. "She is asleep right now, and I want her to get her rest. She should be home by night fall."

Cutler nodded. "Come now, Mr. Mercer. We shall return to my office. I have a meeting to attend."

"Right away, Lord Beckett," Mercer said, sensing that there would be tension that night between Lord and Lady Beckett.