A/N- Brr. It's freezing in Alabama! It's like, below zero down here. Jesus. Anyways. I have gotten a lot of private messages asking me some personal information. I'd like to answer the main one. Yes! I do have a daughter. Her name is Leah Elaine, and she's seven months old. It's what inspired me to write this in the first place! People were telling me things like, You don't know a lot about pregnancy, do you? Hm, I have a kid. I'd sure hope so :)

Disclaimer- I own everything. Yep, sure do :) Nah, I kid.

Justin.

I practically broke the hospital doors and I ran through them, Alex trying to at least calm me down a bit. I saw doctors, too many of them.

A nurse grabbed my arm to steady my running and looked at me through broken lenses. "Whoa! Can I help you, son?"

I eyed her curiously, could she not see the nervous father-to-be screaming to find out if his kid's alright?

"Yes!" Alex answered for me, anxious to make sure her best friend was fine. I looked over at her as she explained our situation to the nurse.

She pulled a light smile, before calling over a doctor. "Dr. Isybel! Where is the Finkle girl's room at?"

Obviously in exasperation, the tall man pointed down the corridor that stretched in front of us. "Room 233-A on the left."

I managed to find a smile instead of pulling my hair out and nodded, "Thank you, sir."

My heartbeat quickened as Alex and I ran down the hallway, searching the doors for the right room number. I could see Harper's dad standing outside and rushed to him. "Mr. Finkle!" Gosh, I hate calling him that. It sounds too weird.

He turned to look at us, "Alex. Justin." He let out a deep sigh, "She's fine." He answered my unasked question.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and smiled.

"Thank God," I heard Alex say from behind me. "What happened anyway?"

A sigh escaped his lips as he slammed his hands into his pockets. "Hormonal issues. Don't worry. Dr. Isybel says its common in teen pregnancies to black out, especially during the transition from the first trimester to second."

My eyes nearly exploded. "P-pregnant? You mean, y-you know?"

"Did you really think you could keep something like this from me? I'm a lawyer, son. I'm pretty sure I would have figured it out. Plus, I hate to break it to you...but the constant mood swings and strange enlargement in her mid-section kind of gave it away."

I cocked my head to the side, sort of understanding. "Can I see her?"

He peeked through the crack in the door and nodded slightly, "If she's awake."

Harper.

Ugh, My head must way a million pounds. I heard voices outside the door and leaned my head over, trying to see. I could hear daddy talking, then it sounded like Justin. Justin?!

Justin. I watched him sway through the door, closing it behind him and smiling in that perfect way that he does. "Hey,"

I smiled back at him, "Hey." He peered at me through hollow eyes and my smile faded. "I'm alright, Justin. The baby's alright. I just got overwhelmed when mommy asked me if I was pregnant."

"Your dad knows. That was kinda, uh, awkward." He said, scratching the back of his head. I laughed slightly before he leaned down by my side, clutching onto my hand.

I had to look down to see him, since he was squatting on his toes. He smiled that flawless white-toothed smile and my heart sunk.

God, he was the definition of perfect. His thumb grazed over my fingers as he smiled. "I don't want you to think I'm not serious about this baby."

I chuckled, "Justin! Of course I know you are. I've seen lifetime movies. If you weren't, you would back out of it now and just...run away."

"I couldn't do that. I already love that kid." He told me, moving both our hands to my abdomen. I stared at our laced fingers, smiling. "You know how babies have like, some weird instinct and know who their daddies are?"

He nodded.

"Well, I think she knows." I smiled sincerely. His eyebrows narrowed as he cleared his throat, "...or he."

I chuckled slightly, "Right."

Silence filled the awkward room and his smile faded, "So we're gonna do this, right?" I looked in his eyes and saw that deep sparkle they always showed.

Green eyes met brown and I nodded, smiling. "Yes."

-x-x-x-

18 weeks along...

Justin.

I paced impatiently around Harper's entrance hallway. Once I heard that car door slam, my hands grew clammy. The clock on the wall stared at me, taunting me, making me feel guilty for not going with her. Shut up! I had school.

My arms waved at my sides, shaking it off. The door opened to reveal Harper, in the most beautiful red maternity dress, and her mom who was smiling from ear to ear.

Her hand held our fate. A black and white ultrasound that I was desperate to see. Upon seeing me, Harper held a packet in front of my face. "Dr. Isybel wants you to read this!" She yelled unknowlingly. I took it from her, half smiling. "What is it?"

"Knick-knacks, so-you're-going-to-be-a-daddy books, those kind of things." Her mom said, draping her arm around Harper's shoulder. "Go ahead, hon. Tell him."

Harper's smile widened and she spread the ultrasound out over her belly. "Look, Justin! Twins!"

The packet fell from my hands and my jaw dropped. D-Did she say...?

Her mother's fist pounded the air and she grinned. "Twins! See?! That little one there is a girl..."

"...and that one's a a boy!" Harper said, looking down to point.

"What are the chances we'd have twins?" I asked, scratching the back of my head. I was still contemplating the fact that she was pregnant with...two?

"About thirty-three to one," Harper's mother grinned. "Dr. Isybel told me."

My, God. I can't believe this. My face flushed with different emotions – nervous, scared, anxious, excitement, and...happiness.

Of course we weren't ready! A fifteen year old and a seventeen year old having a set of twins – one boy, one girl? Well, wouldn't you be?

Harper.

I headed to the couch to sit down before I got any more lightheaded. The flushed look on Justin's face told me that I must've broken the news about the twins too soon.

I mean, sure. I was, in a way, nervous about it. Was I honestly ready to have two children? I can't say I was actually even ready for one!

This means...twice the diapers, twice the doctor's appointments, twice the elementary school registrations, twice the sleepless nights, twice the nightmares, and twice the "Mommy, can I sleep with you?"s.

"Harper," A voice shook me out of thought. I turned to see my mom, Carlene, staring at me through peach rimmed glasses.

"Yes? Oh, I'm okay." I answered with a smile. "I'm just...really happy."

A smile etched it's way onto Justin's well-toned face. "Me too."

-x-x-x-

Harper.

"The itsy bitsy spider..." I held my shirt up to my breast, gazing at my tummy's reflection in the mirror. My index finger traced along the side of my belly, circled the button, and to the rim of my easy fit jeans. "...went up the water spout. Down came the rain and--"

A knock interupted my sing-song. My head lifted as I stared at the door. "It's unlocked."

Justin's head peaked around my room, and found me by the mirror. He smiled when he saw me, and closed the door behind him. "What are you doing?"

"Bonding." I shrugged, pulling my shirt back down. He nodded in understandment and sat on my bed. I continued to face the mirror, tugging the edge of my shirt. "Ew, I'm fat."

Justin scoffed, "You're such a girl."

I glared at his reflection. "Please, you're more of a girl than I am. You can't go longer than three hours without hairspray."

He rolled his eyes, but laughed. "You're not fat. You're...pregnant."

"Like I didn't realize that?" I asked after turning around and crossing my arms, resting them ontop of the bulge.

Justin's eyes peered at me through dark shades. I reached over and yanked them off, tossing them somewhere near my television set. "Haven't I told you not to wear sunglasses indoors? It's bad for your eyes!" I said.

He shrugged, "You may have mentioned it once or twice."

Silence echoed in the room and suddenly, I felt as if a corn kernel had popped inside my stomach. My eyebrows narrowed as I gazed down at my tummy. "That was weird."

"What was?" Justin asked curiously.

There it was again. "Oh, my gosh!" Both hands flew up to my mouth in amazement. Justin started getting nervous. "What? Harper! What?"

"Oh, my-- Feel!" I said, grabbing his hand and placing it on the frontal area of my hip.

"I don't feel anything."

"Just wait." I said, biting the corner of my mouth.

Silence filled the air again and all I could hear was the kitty-cat clock ticking on my wall. Then I felt it again. Justin snapped his arm back and his mouth dropped. "What was that?"

A smile appeared on my face. "Your babies kicking."

A/N- Aawwhh, how cute :D Harper's bonding with her tiny tots, and Justin's still a nervous wreck. TWINS?! Oh, my gahh. D: Sorry. I've always wondered what it's like to have twins, so why not write about it? Also! I posted a new "Our Only Desperation" banner on my profile! I think I deleted the older one. My photoshopping skills are sucky, but who cares? I like it ;) & I know, I'm about to get a thousand reviews critisizing me, saying things like "You can't tell if it's a boy or girl when you're just 18 weeks!" Answer: Yes, yes you can. Or... "The chances of having twins is higher than 33 percent!" Answer: Google is your friend. Use it.

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