Kristy looked on, praying fervently to God to not let her baby die. She watched BJ desperately trying to revive her little son, watching his tiny chest rise and fall with each of BJ's breaths. She wept, petrified, tears streaming down her face as she kept praying.

Minutes seemed like hours as he worked desperately trying to get the tiny boy to take his first breath. Finally the baby let out a tiny cough and began to cry, pinking up nicely as he took his first breath on his own.

Kristy sobbed, crying in relief as BJ finally handed her son to her for the first time. He had tears of his own running down his face as he carefully handed the newborn to his mother. He grabbed the other shoestring and tied it around the cord, cutting it in the middle with his knife. He went to check on the other baby who was now sleeping, and also handed him to the new mother. She cried tears of relief and exhaustion as she was overwhelmed with love for these two new little lives that had come into her world. She cooed into the tiny faces, greeting them happily.

She suddenly winced as she felt another cramp.

BJ heard her sharp intake of breath. "What's the matter," he asked earnestly, looking up quickly.

"Cramp," she moaned. "Placenta?" she asked him nervously.

He looked around quickly, searching for something to put the placenta in. His gaze landed on the ice bucket and he grabbed it, holding it up to her. She gave a push and the placenta came easily out. He guided it into the ice bucket and tucked a towel between her legs. "Put your knees down," he told her, taking the placenta into the bathroom to check it over. Finding it whole, he put it back into the ice bucket and washed his hands. He walked back into the bedroom and noticed Kristy was half asleep.

"Here, I'll hold them for awhile so you can get some rest," he offered, reaching for them. She handed them over gratefully, closing her eyes in exhaustion. Completely worn out from the day's events, she was asleep in a matter of seconds. He scooted the chair at the table over to her bedside with his foot, sitting down; he stared in wonder at the two little miracles he helped bring into the world. He rested his arms on the arms of the chair, dozing lightly, until they began to cry an hour later.

Kristy stirred when they started to cry but did not awaken. BJ hated to wake her up, but knew the little guys were probably hungry.

"Kristy," he called to her, "Wake up. Come on, wake up," he said louder this time.

She woke with a start.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to scare you," he apologized, "but I think these little guys are hungry."

She blushed a little and agreed, "Probably."

He stood up, handing her the firstborn, he said, "You get that one settled and I'll hold this one. We'll switch when you're ready." After the baby was safely in his mother's arms, BJ turned the chair around, facing the opposite direction and sat down, giving the new mother some privacy.

The baby latched on quickly, sucking greedily as he got his first taste of milk. The baby in BJ's arms fussed as he waited. A song came to mind and BJ began to sing:

'Goodnight, moonlight ladies,
Rock a bye Sweet Baby James,
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rock a bye Sweet Baby James..'

The tiny baby settled down as he gazed up at the gentle baritone voice.

"James," Kristy said aloud, "I like that."

"Yeah?" BJ asked with a grin. "He seems to like it too," he said smiling down at the baby boy.

The baby in Kristy's arms was now asleep, his stomach full. She straightened her nightgown and told BJ, "I'm ready for James now."

"Don't forget to burp him," he told her having not heard one yet.

"Oh yeah," she remembered, jostling the little one gently, trying to wake him up a little. He peeked at her. She lifted him to her shoulder and patted his back gently. And patted and patted some more. He was a stubborn little thing!

BJ turned around, watching her efforts, he offered, "If you want this one now, I can try to burp him for you."

She took him up on his offer and they exchanged newborns carefully. He returned to the chair and looking down at the baby he now held, asked her, "Any ideas for a name for this one?" He put the baby to his shoulder and rubbed the tiny back, gently but firmly, trying to get him to emit a burp.

She held James to her, trying to get him to latch on, but the baby was not having any of it. "Um, I'm not sure yet," she replied, working to get him to suckle. She was just starting to get frustrated when the baby finally latched. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just then she heard a burp and a startled gasp from BJ. She looked up to find that the contents of the baby's meal now dribbling down BJ's bare back.

BJ, careful to keep his back to Kristy, picked up the last towel from the end of the bed and wiped off his back as best he could.

"I'm so sorry," she told him.

"Don't worry about it," he told her, "I've had worst things spilled on me."

"What does BJ stand for?" she asked him curiously.

"Billie Joe," he told her confused. His name was printed on the side of his truck, but remembered it had been a hectic day and she probably hadn't noticed.

"I think I'll call him Joseph," she said, "Joe for short." The baby let out a yawn, making BJ laugh.

James finished, not taking nearly as much milk as Joe, but she figured he just needed burped and would take more a little later. She settled her nightgown back into position and raised him to her shoulder, rubbing his tiny back like she saw BJ do. The baby had no trouble letting out a burp and fell asleep directly after.

"You can turn around now," she told BJ.

He stood up carefully and turned the chair around, facing Kristy.

"I wish we had someplace to put them," she told him. "Then we could both get some sleep."

"I got an idea," BJ told her handing Joe to her. He went over to the dresser and lifted one of the drawers off its track. He tucked his jacket into the bottom of it and laid her coat on top of his. He lifted James out of Kristy's arms and swaddled him tightly and placed him in the drawer. He then did the same with Joe, laying him next to James and placed the drawer on the bed.

"We should probably get this blanket off the bed, so you'll be more comfortable," he told her. He held out his hand to help her up, but as she sat up, her stomach screamed in protest and she let out a yelp.

"You ok?" he asked apprehensively.

"Yeah," she reassured him, "just sore."

"Here, put your arm around my neck," he told her lifting her into his arms. He set her in the chair and stripped the blanket off the bed putting it in the tub.

"Do you want to change while you're up?" he asked her, noticing her nightgown was now stained and had some remnants of the birth on it.

"That would be nice," she told him.

He grabbed her bag and handed it to her, allowing her to pick out her choice of clothing before going into the bathroom so she could change in privacy without having to move. She changed with great effort, feeling drained when it was finally accomplished.

"I'm done," she yelled so he would hear her through the bathroom door.

He came out and walked to her, lifted her again and laid her next to the babies on the bed. He set the improvised crib beside her and sat down in the chair again to get some much needed rest.

The exhausted group slept for a few hours more until the babies' next feeding. Kristy and BJ both woke when the babies started to cry. James' crying, however, soon turned into rasping wheezing noises that startled Kristy.