At the Doctor's office

Cutler and I had disappeared into the delivery room, leaving Rayanna, Jack, Felicity, Antoinette and James behind in the waiting room/front room. Everyone was holding tightly onto each other's hands, Rayanna also holding onto her stomach.

In the delivery room, I had just gotten dressed into a loose fitting night gown, and was laying on the bed, my knees spread apart. Cutler was sitting next to me on the floor. He, for medical reasons, had to take his wig off, revealing his dirty blonde hair. He was also advised to change into night clothes, so he wouldn't get blood on his regular outer wear.

The contractions were coming hard and fast. I gripped tightly onto Cutler's hand as another one came. I gave a big push, and then said, panting, "I don't think... I can do this!"

He patted my hand as Mrs. Keybirth came in and checked me. "Don't worry," He said, soothingly. "It'll be over in just a little while."

Back in the waiting room, everyone could hear grunts and shouts coming from me. "You got me into this mess!" I yelled at Cutler. "I know I did," he said, panicking. "It was our honeymoon, though! I thought you wanted to!" Rayanna, Antoinette, Jack, and Felicity all giggled"

Looks like 'ole Beckett has more on his plate then he can handle!" Jack said, adding onto the giggles.

30 minutes later, after a ton of screaming, a baby's scream replaced my own. There was more screaming from me, which was, again, replaced by a baby's cry. After about 10 minutes, Cutler came out of the delivery room, his hands and clothes bloody from cutting the umbilical cords. He smiled at everyone, and said, "Caroline and Cutler Beckett III, each born 6 lbs, 9oz. Heather swears, they look just like me." The whole room exploded into hugs and kisses. The one receiving the most hugs, kisses, and congratulations was the new father.

Cutler disappeared back into the delivery room for a second, came back out, and said, "You can come in and see them, if you like." Everyone did.

When they came into the delivery room, I was panting as Dr. Keybirth cleaned and clothed Carol (Caroline's nickname) and C.J (Cutler Junior's nickname). "How are you doing?" Felicity asked me. I smiled at them.

"Fine," I said. "Just a little tired is all. Sorry for interrupting the wedding, everyone." They all nodded, and forgave me. "It's not like you had this planned!" Antoinette said, smiling. "Besides, getting to see our new niece and nephew is the best wedding present anyone could ask for."

"Well, thank-you." I said sweetly.

"So, what are their full names?" Rayanna asked.

"Well, Carol has two first names. Her name is Caroline Nicole Antoinette Rayanna," I said, taking a breath after saying my daughters long name. "And Cutler jr.'s name is Cutler James, but we just call him C.J," Cutler said. Just then, Dr. Keybirth came out, holding a blue bundle in one arm, and a pink bundle in the other.

"Lady Beckett," she asked me, "would you like to hold your son and daughter?" I nodded, and she gently set them down in my arms. I was right; they did look a lot like Cutler. They had his shape of eyes, mouth, face, nose, and short figure. But they did have my dark brown hair, ears, and Carol had my rosy cheeks. After about a minute or so of cooing at them, I looked up at Cutler, and said, "Lord Beckett, would you like to hold your children?" Cutler's eyes went wide, but nodded his head. I let him scoop C.J up carefully out of my arm, and the Carol out of my other.

Cutler walked slowly over, looking like he was afraid that any step he took would break the soft little creatures in his arms. After about a minute or so, his facial muscles began to relax, and he looked at his twin children. He couldn't believe it. He, Lord Cutler Matthew Beckett II, was holding his first born twin children for the very first time. Carol stirred a little bit in her pink blanket. She turned towards her father, and opened her eyes at him for the very first time. He was the first thing that she saw. Even though she only kept her eyes open for a few seconds before going back to sleep, Cutler was touched.

Cutler smiled shakily, tears of joy, happiness, and thank-fullness flowing freely down his cheeks. He then looked at all of us, who were watching him, tears in our eyes. "So," He said quietly, "who wants to hold their niece and nephew?"

Author's note

I was bawling through basically this whole chapter. Only two more chapters to go until DMC. Thanks for reading this far, and thanks to all of my reveiwers! Next chapter: James' and Antoinette's honeymoon!