A/N- Okay, don't bite my head off. Sorry, I had writer's block on that last chapter but I'm back now! Notice how I'm updating so quick? ;) Fanfiction has been going CRAZY with these login issues! God, for the past three days? That is pittiful. Anyways. Before you ask, Harper and Justin aren't actually a couple...yet. If you have seen the banner, you know what I'm talking about. I just noticed something. In chapter one, they had sex in February and in a previous chapter Harper stated late September. Sorry, my mind must have slipped while I was writing that. So make it September in your minds. Also, things are kinda speading up a bit in her pregnancy. I dunno why, prolly because I am running out of ideas. I mean, when I was pregnant I didn't really go through all that crap that they show on doctor shows. So basically, I'm just speading up the pre-babies process :) You are gonna love this chapter!

Disclaimer- I don't own any of this, except my lovely O.C's :)

Harper

28 weeks along...

"Justin, I don't like this neighborhood." I said, folding my arms. The ponytail that adorned the back of my head sprayed all different directions with the gushes of wind coating me.

"Is it really smart to be picking out a house of your own?" Alex asked, standing by Justin's truck while smacking on her gum.

Justin turned on his heel, rushing up the stairway to stand on the front porch. "Look! It has a vintage air filter right under the window!"

"Where my head's gonna be? Where I'm gonna hear some 1970's air conditioner grinding into the night? How is that a positive sign?" I asked, slightly angry.

I saw him roll his eyes before rushing to the door. "Listen!" He pressed his middle finger to the tiny circle beside the glass and immediately, I heard the chipper sound of a doorbell. He grinned, "The doorbell has a nice tune!"

"Obviously." I said under my breath. He opened the door and a large creaking sound scratched my ear drums. "Ewh!" Alex shouted.

I groaned, "Justin...I don't get why we can't just stay at our own homes? There's nothing wrong with that."

"No, there is." He reassured me, stepping down from the porch (where large amounts of tacky paint was peeling). "Look, you know as well as I do that we need a place to live."

"I have somewhere to live! Mom said she's gonna help me with the twins!"

"That's what they say, Harper, but I need to be there too!" He said out of earshot from Alex. I shrugged, "I guess you're right. But still, I mean...I don't know."

"Think about it."

"If you're lucky, but there's no way in hell we are living here." I grunted, half smirking.

--

"I like Hannah," Alex said, flipping through the book of baby names. "Aw, and Boston for the boy."

"Boston? Come on, Al." Justin said, half laughing.

"What? I think it's cute!" She smiled. I snatched the book from her and flipped a few pages. "Here's a unique one. Partielle for the girl, and Beauton for the boy."

"Those poor kids will be beaten up at school," Justin's mom laughed. "You should name the girl Abelina. It was what I was going to name Alex before we changed it to Alexandria. The Mexicans used to call their noble female heroes Abelina."

"Pft," Justin scoffed, "Alex? Noble? Riight."

She shot him a look before I shrugged, "I don't know, Mrs. Russo. I hate the word noble. My fourth grade teacher used to say I was noble. She had braces, so she kinda spit the word all over me."

"Hmm," Alex thought, taking the book out of my hands and turning to the back. "Okay! You wanted unique? Zennevur and Illiad."

My entire face scrunched up into a disgusted look. "Ew."

Justin agreed with me, "That's a little too original. I think Caelor is a pretty name for a girl."

My head tilted to the side as I held the book in my indian-style lap. "Caelor. Caelor Amelia Russo. I don't know, it sounds a little...out there."

"She's right. I'm still leaning towards Adelina. Oh! And you can name the boy Julio. No! Ricardo."

"Hmm, I don't think so ma." Justin shrugged, taking the book from me. He turned to the front and laughed, "Aw. How about Sarah-Deanne? It's two names into one!"

"That's so tacky," I muttered. "Let's see...how about Sierruh for the girl and Franklin for the boy?"

Silence filled the room, until Alex spoke up.

"Wasn't Franklin a 90s cartoon turtle that aired weekly on Nick Jr.? I don't want my nephew being tackled in school for telling millions of kids that they could befriend a bear and not get almost eaten!" She yelled with anger, startling me. She shrugged, "Sorry. Personal experience."

I rolled my eyes and leaned backwards. "This is hopeless. Let's just call them what Dr. Isybel calls them. Baby A and Baby B. Plain and simple."

"Works for now."

--

Justin

29 weeks along...

"Okay..." Dr. Isybel smiled down at Harper, who was lying on the table with her shirt pulled up. The blue liquid-goo paced clearly on her swollen abdomen. I was jittery, from my place on the hospital room's chair. "There," He said. "If you look in the right-hand corner you can see that Baby A is rotating to birthing position, that's very good. Justin, your daughter is very smart." He stole a glance at me and I cringed at the sound of your daughter.

"Alrighty, and right there...is your son." He pointed to another baby. This one I could see clear as day. "Now, he's having complications due to the fact that the placenta is more reliable on his sister's side. See?"

Harper nodded, "But is he alright?"

Dr. Isybel sighed, "He should be fine. We'll be able to tell in a couple weeks when you come back for your next ultrasound."

Harper sat up, pulling her shirt back down and grinned. "This is so exciting!"

"Well, now let's not get too anxious. Remember, you still have another month and a half to go." Dr. Isybel said. "I would suggest thinking about pediatric plans, maybe a baby shower if needed, and definitely going over insurance plans."

"Doctor, can I ask you a question?" I stood up to ask, Dr. Isybel peering down at me through his black-rimmed glasses. "Yes?"

"Harper and I want to move away from our parents and raise the twins on our own. Is that wrong?"

He sighed a bit, and straightened himself up. "Well, most teenage parents prefer living with the grandparents to rely on. But it's all about where you think you, along with your babies, are comfortable. I wouldn't recommend living anywhere from thirty to fifty miles away from home. It's not fun and quite frankly, it's just not safe."

"Thank you," I said smiling. This was amazing news, and I could see that Harper was smiling, too.

--

Harper

Music made its way out of the speakers placed generically beside the house. Definitely Maybe by FM static echoed around us as I made my way to the presents table, carrying a gift by Mr. and Mrs. Carter, who lived next to Justin.

It wasn't my idea to have a baby shower. In fact, I put up a fight to have one. Alex, of course, talked me into it and eventually, I was a given.

Justin's dad was still refusing to speak to either one of us. You'd think after seven and a half months, he'd grow used to the fact that we were having a baby. Erm, babies.

He wasn't.

He was far from it, actually. Mrs. Russo said that all he does is mope around the complex, occasionally shooting Justin dissapointed glares. He'd never even think of speaking to me.

Even Mrs. Russo had become happy about being a grandma. I mean, both my parents are fine with it. My aunts and uncles are ecstatic, along with grammie and grampy.

I don't get it, maybe it's the mass teen pregnancy issue? No, can't be. Do you know how many kids my age have babies a week? Lots.

As for school, some days were better than others. Summer's coming soon, so that's a good thing. Occasionally, I'd get stares from people who used to hang out with me but now their mothers forbid it. Other people, however, get all excited and ask me what their names are?

It's a shame.

I'm planning on dropping out soon. Justin can continue school, since I don't want to ruin his life. That was my decision. Maybe later on, when the twins are in school I'll pick up again at night school. It can't be that hard, right?

A bouncy blond with curls down her back approached me, carrying a large bag with an unecessarily huge pink and blue bow on the front. Her smile was so wide, it almost made me sick.

But that could just be pre-baby nausea.

"Candace," I smiled brightly. "Hi! Thanks for coming."

"Look at you!" She beamed, "You're huge!"

"Thanks." I said through gritted teeth. Did she honestly have to remind me? Jeez. She handed me the large bag which I placed on the table behind me, right next to the Carters' gift.

"Only some people can make fat look gorgeous, and you're one of them." She said, making me steamed even more. I grimaced, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should! Are you excited?"

I placed both my hands over my belly and smiled. "Extremely."

The music changed to an even Hot N Cold by Katy Perry. I shuddered, part of me hates this song. I just can't stop listening to it.

Candace and I talked for a moment before running off to find another guest to tell about her fabulous skinny life. God, I miss my old figure.

Tanya Marque, a former cheerleader, rushed up to me with a cake. "Here's the cake you wanted,"

I smiled. "Bless you."

She smirked, "Just as long as Justin doesn't attempt to bake a cake you'll be fine."

I nodded in agreement. "True." I looked down at the beautiful cake, adorned with pink and blue icing. The front text was written in beautiful light red letters, reading "Congratulations Harper & Justin!"

I smiled, "You made this? You are unbelievable, Tanya."

She flipped her jet black bouffant hair in mock-adoration, "I try."

She ran to hug Alex once she came in eye distance of the former prom queen. I turned back to the presents table and smiled once I saw Justin. "So, I see that everyone's here."

"Don't talk to me." I said, trying to hide my smile. "It's your fault this is happening. If you hadn't had told Alex about a possible baby shower, then we wouldn't be here right now."

I folded my arms, letting them rest against my enlarged abdomen. He laughed before throwing an arm around my shoulder and speaking in a baby voice, "Aw. Don't be angwy. Babies pwick up bwad vibes."

I giggled and shrugged him off just as Mrs. Russo hauled everyone over to the presents table. "Harper, why don't you open one. But sit down first, it's not good for you to be on your feet."

I clutched her shoulders and dropped my smile with wide eyes, "Thank you."

Taking a seat in the lawn chair beside the table, a large box was pressed to my lap. I tore the beautiful wrapping paper to reveal a kit. "What is it?" asked Alex.

Miss Kingston, a widowed woman who worked with my mom grinned, "It's a growing-up kit."

A confused look covered my face before she answered me. "There's one for your son, and one for your daughter. What you do is, on every birthday they have, you take a picture of them and put it in the appropriate slot. See, First birthday, Second birthday, Third birthday... It goes all the way up to their eighteenth."

I smiled brightly, "Aw. Thank you so much!" I looked deep in the crowd and saw Mr. Russo with a smug look on his face. My smile dropped until I was handed the next present – a bag. The one Candace brought.

I took out the tissue paper and pulled out a lovely pink and red plaid baby sundress. She smiled, "For the little girl."

I dug deeper and found an infant t-shirt that said John Deere, and a pair of baby overalls. She smiled again, "For the little boy."

I grinned, "Oh my Gosh, that's so sweet Candace! Thank you."

Gifts came and went until finally the last one came – from Mrs. Russo. A smile etched its way onto my face as I tore into the baby finger-printed wrapping paper. A box lay on my lap with a picture of a double-stroller on the front. Mrs. Russo smiled, "It has to be assembled."

Just then, I heard Mr. Russo clear his throat, "Uh, I-I can do that for you." He said with complete zen.

I smiled up at him and mouthed "thank you".

A smile was his reply to that.

--

Justin

31 weeks along...

I woke up to the sound of lawnmower outside my window. I stretched my arms high above my head, shifting over on my side.

The sound of a yawn filled the room, followed by two lip smacks. I brushed the sleep from my eyes and made my way out of bed before hearing a scream.

"Mrs. Russo! Mrs. Russo!" I heard the faint sound of Harper calling before I tore open the door, nearly breaking the hinges and rushing to find her. I saw my mom standing outside Alex's room with a smile on her face. I rushed to her side, looking in the room. Harper stood in a puddle of clear liquid, a horrified look on her face.

"Aw, honey..." Mom said, still smiling. Alex remained standing ontop of her bed, a disgusted look plastered on her features. "Ew, gross. My new carpet."

--

The hospital waiting room was silent. That is, until we got there. You could hear Harper's muffled screams from all the way out in the parking lot.

Carlene ran up to the lady at the desk, breathing hard as she read her nametag. "Cecelia! My daughter is in labor!"

"Calm down, ma'am." Cecelia said, half laughing. "Just relax. What's her doctor's name?" She asked, turning to the computer. Carlene tapped her fingers on her forehead for a moment, nearly forgetting his name. "Dr. Isybel!" She said finally, snapping her fingers.

Cecelia picked up the intercom phone. "Doctor Isybel, please report to the women and children waiting room. I repeat, Doctor Isybel, please come to the W and C waiting room. Thank you." She hung up, turning to us. "He'll be here soon."

It seemed like hours had passed, when in reality, it was only thirty seconds before Dr. Isybel appeared from around the corner, wearing a mask and hat. "Ms. Finkle!"

Harper clutched harder onto mine and Alex's hands as she glared up at him, "Make. It. Stop." She choked out. "NOW!"

He laughed lightly, "Yep, she's ready. We'll need her to get into a robe."

"What about us?" Alex asked calmly.

Dr. Isybel's smile faded. "Only three excess people are aloud in the delivery room."

We looked among ourselves, counting in our head. Let's see...Me, Alex, Mom, Mrs. Finkle, Mr. Finkle, and Dad. Call me crazy, but I don't think that's three.

"I think Justin, Mrs. Russo, and my mom should be with me." I heard Harper say. Dr. Isybel looked at her, "Are you sure?"

She just nodded, feeling another contraction beaming within her. He smiled, "Very well." Before taking her hand and placing her into a wheelchair.

--

Harper screamed, for about the millionth time. This time, it was a loud one. Nearly loud enough to break my ear drum. She clutched harder on my hand, digging her manicured nails into my hand. "Oh, my GOD!" She yelled.

Mom stroked her hair, "You're doing just fine, mia."

Carlene pressed her lips to her daughter's hand as Dr. Isybel looked up at Harper, "Come on, Harper. So far so good! Keep going."

Harper took a deep breath, before straining herself into another push. Sweat forced her soaked hair to cling to her forehead.

"That's it!" Dr. Isybel said happily. "Almost got it, I can see the head. Give me another one, Harper."

"Come on, honey." Carlene encouraged. I was too nervous to speak, half my body already shaking.

Harper pushed a lot harder than the last time, and everything went silent until I heard the sound of a baby gurgle into a cry. My heart dropped to my chest and butterflies filled my stomach once I heard Dr. Isybel's famous words. "It's a boy!"

Dr. Isybel asked me to cut the umbilical cord, but I decided not to. I'm sorry, but that's just too gross. And, I was afraid I might miss and cut...something else off.

He handed the baby to a nurse and positioned himself back below Harper. She strained again, "Oh my God! When will this end?!"

"Alright, Harper. Your daughter's a little on the big side, so we gotta push hard, okay?"

"WE?! WHERE DID WE COME IN?! I DON'T SEE YOU UP HERE DOING THIS!"

I couldn't help but laugh, I have never seen this side of Harper before. It was quite funny. She squeezed my hand even harder than before while Mom brushed her hair from her face.

Tears formed in Carlene's eyes once we heard another baby's piercing screams. Harper's entire body collapsed, out of breath. She released both me and her mother's hands and let them fall to her side. "Is-is it over?" She asked.

Dr. Isybel nodded, cutting her other umbilical chord. Time passed and before we knew it, the nurse came walking over with a baby in each arm.

She handed the baby in the pink blanket to me, and the baby in the blue blanket to Harper. Both had their eyes closed, until they were placed in our arms. At which time, their eyes shot open. Their foreheads scrunched up as they looked at us.

I couldn't hold back from a tear glistening in my eye as I looked down at my daughter's stunning green eyes.

Harper looked from her son to me and smiled. "They're beautiful."

I nodded in agreement, way too speechless.

Mom and Carlene looked at their grandchildren in adoration, then looked at each other. "Can you believe it? We're grandmas. Our hair's gonna turn gray!"

"Oh, don't be silly." Carlene grinned. "We're not that old."

--

Alex

Dad pulled me into his lap to stop my pacing. His foot tapped nervously on the carpeted floor. It seemed like hours before Dr. Isybel trotted out of the delivery room with a rather large grin on his face. He sighed happily, "Congratulations, Alex. Mr. Russo. It's twins! A boy and a girl."

I jumped up and squealed, clapping my hands tightly together. "Ahh! When can we see them?!"

A grin formed on his face as he shifted his weight, "Right now."

Both of us marched into the room after the longest two minutes of my life, washing my hands. Justin was sitting in a chair beside Harper's bed, a baby in a pink blanket was laying in his arms.

My eyes darted to Harper who was holding a baby in a blue blanket, bouncing him slowly. Dr. Isybel placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled over at the two of them. "Aren't they precious?"

"Beautiful," I said, letting tears roll down my welltoned face.

"Absolutely," Dad said while walking closer. He peered down at his granddaughter. "She's...absolutely beautiful."

"So is he." I said, walking over to Harper who nodded in agreement. Mom came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Any names?"

"Noah," Harper said almost instantly. "Noah Matthew Russo. Gosh, I love The Notebook." She said, making me laugh.

Justin bounced the other baby in his arms before smiling. "I wanted her to be named Samantha."

"Right." Harper agreed, "But we both wanted her middle name to Theresa, after her grammie."

Mom smiled widely, before shouting out in happiness.

I turned back to my niece and nephew, sniffling. "Happy Birthday, Samantha. Happy Birthday, Noah. I love you..."

A/N – Sniffle D: That was so sweet. Samantha and Noah aren't my favorite names, but I thought they'd fit. At first, I was gonna name her after Delilah, the girl Harper met at planned parenthood. Then I decided against it because it really didn't fit with what I was trying to do. I hope you're not dissapointed by the birth, but now's when the real fun starts...the JARPER romance, the raising their kids, the acceptance people have over them, and the choices they have to make. Hopefully, that "stranger" won't pressure the pair into adoption? Hmm...by the way, if this story doesn't get more reviews...I'll probably stop posting it and end up just writing for my own pleasure :D You don't want that, do you? Then get to reviewing! Honestly, it's only gonna take about thirty seconds. Jesus. Anyways! I'm sooo excited to write more of this! You have no idea. I love writing about babies...it's so fun!

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