A/N: Hello my lovely readers. So here is another chapter of Quil and Claire. I promise to update More Than Anyone soon! But I wanted to bang this chapter out real quick. Thanks for all the support and as always enjoy!

Inspirational Song For This Chapter:

God Damn You're Beautiful by Chester See

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NONE OF THE ORIGINAL TWILIGHT CHARATERS. THEY BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEENT INTENED.

Quil's POV:

"I still can't believe you're having twins, you lucky bastard!" Embry called to me at a get together at Sam and Emily's place. He clapped me on the back. "That's double diaper duty though, bro. Good luck with that." he said, snickering. Tara came up behind him, smacking his arm lightly.

"Don't be hasty, Embry." she scolded him. I laughed. It was really great that Embry found a great girl, and it was really, really cool that the girl he'd settled with was my sister, for all intents and purposes. "You know I'll be there to help you, Quil. I can't wait to be and aunt." she smiled. Embry grumbled something about diaper duty under his breath.

"Aw, you mean good old uncle Embry isn't going to help out his niece and nephew?" I said in a mocking tone. He rolled his eyes at me.

"You know I got your back dude." he said smiling.

"Thanks man." I said.

"With everything except diapers!" I cackled before running away. Tara shook her head with a laugh and fallowed after him.

"Idiot." I muttered as I watched him walk away. Claire waddled over to me. She was now in her 7th month and hormonal as ever. I didn't mind though, it would pass, right?

"Hey Claire Bear." I said slinging an arm over her shoulder. She shrugged me off.

"Don't you touch me. I am carrying around your twovery big babies and I don't need the extra 30 lbs. your arm weighs!" she grumbled, toddling over to the couch, and sinking into the cushions, literally sinking.

"Well someone needs nappy time." I mumbled under my breath to no one in particular.

"I heard that Quil Ateara! Don't make me get up. I may be knocked up but I will beat your ass." she almost growled.

JESUS.

"Claire, relax before you make your blood pressure rise again." I scolded as she rolled her eyes and turned away from me. She had been to the doctors twice for high blood pressure just after we found out about the twinsies.

"Ah, don't worry about it Quil. She'll be better once the babies are here. It's just the hormonal mood swings. It doesn't last forever." Emily comforted me, seeing the whole Claire standoff just now.

"Thank GOD!" I laughed. She chuckled with me.

After about 2 more hours of the BBQ I decided maybe it was time to take grumpy pants home so she could get some rest and maybe wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.

I pulled the truck up to our little 3 bedroom home.

"Hang on Claire, I'll help you." I said, jumping from the drivers side to help her out of the car.

"Just effin great! I can't even get up on my own." she whined as I opened the door, helping her out. I walked her up the house. She went straight for the couch to untie her shoes. Of course she couldn't reach and I had to do that for her too. I kneeled in front of her and began to untie her laces. She slapped my hand away. "I can do it!" she yelled.

"Fine." I said walking into the kitchen. There was no use arguing with Claire. Pregnant or not, she was as bullheaded as anyone could possibly be. I could hear her grunting and breathing heavily trying to untie her shoes. After a few moments she called me.

"QUIL!" I silently laughed to myself.

THIS WOMAN WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.

I went back to the TV room with a smile on my face. "Wipe that smug look off your face and untie these damn things for me please!"

SHE'S PREGNANT QUIL, SHE'S PREGNANT, SHE'S NOT AWARE OF HER MOOD SWINGS.

I bit my tongue and untied her shoes. "I'm gonna go take a shower." I said in a monotone voice.

"You do that." she said, cold, slightly glaring at me.

WHAT THE HELL HAD I DONE THIS TIME?

Last week she didn't talk to me for a whole day because I didn't take out the bathroom trash.

And then a few days before that, she cried when I used the dish soap instead of hand soap to wash my hands. It was times like those I was soooo glad that I wasn't a woman, and I couldn't get pregnant. It messes with your emotions, AND your taste buds. Last night I caught her eating pickles and yogurt. Not just a jar of pickles and some yogurt, NO she was actually dipping the pickles in the yogurt! I nearly tossed my biscuits right then and there.

The shower was nice and hot. The steam rising around my body.

When I got out, I dressed in my usual night apparel, my cut off sweats and my trusty boxers. I glanced in the TV room to see if Claire was still there. Apparently she had finagled herself off the couch.

Heading toward our room, I could hear her small sniffles. That only meant one thing. Crying.

"Claire Bear, what's the matter?" I burst into the room to find her laying in the fetal position on our bed, crying big fat tears. "Are you in pain?" I asked her alarmed.

She shook her head furiously. "No." she mumbled, snuggling up to me.

"Then why are you upset?" I asked her, confused.

"I'm so sorry, Quil!" she heaved into my shoulder. I held her as close as I could. Her mountain belly was a pretty big buffer between her and I.

"For what, babe?" I asked. She sobbed and sobbed.

"For being soo terrible! I've been such a bitch to you for the last month and you have been nothing but nice and you've taken good care of me." she cried harder.

"Claire relax." I soothed her, rubbing her back. "It's what I'm supposed to do, you're my wife and I love you." I reassured her.

"I'm so mean to you though! I don't deserve someone like you!"

"Stop it Claire. I deserve you and you deserve me. You're pregnant and it screws with your moods that's all." I tried to calm her down afraid her blood pressure was rising.

She nodded against my skin.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked innocently.

"Always." I kissed her slowly, enjoying the taste of her lips. It never got old for me. Every time I kissed her, it was like the first time all over again. She snuggled up to me and soon enough fell asleep. I watched her eyelashes flutter as she dreamt. I fallowed her soon after, falling into oblivion. I was awoken in the middle of the night.

"QUIL!" she nearly screamed, shaking me.

"W- What!? Are you going into labor!?" I freaked out a little but.

"No!"

"Then what's wrong?" I asked her relieved.

"We haven't talked about names for them yet!" she squealed.

"What?" I asked her incredulously.

"Names for our babies. We can't not name them! They'll be nameless! I don't want that for our children!" she stammered.

SHE WAS ACTING DOWN RIGHT INSANE.

"Can't we talk about this in the morning?" I asked her yawning.

"Can't we talk about it now?" she countered.

"Fine." I said, seeing that this was a loosing battle.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked me, excited.

I honestly hadn't thought about it. "I dunno Claire….err….peanut butter and jelly!?" I laughed. "They're twins right. They go together like PB&J." I laughed. She giggled with me. It was the first time I had seen her smile in a while.

"You want to name our children after preserves and peanut butter paste?" she asked laughing.

"Why not!? It'll be different! It'll be….unique!" I chuckled. Claire smacked my arm playfully.

"Be serious! Please Quil!" she giggled again.

"I don't know honestly." I shrugged, "What did you have in mind?" I asked her.

"Well err, I was thinking Kane for our son and as for our daughter, I'm not so sure." It sounded nice. 'our son, our daughter'.

"Hmm," I thought out loud. "Kane. I like Kane."

"You do?" she squealed. I nodded. "And for our girl?" she asked.

We spent hours throwing names in the air.

Dana? Nah.

Jesse? Too boyish.

Katy? Too common.

Natalie? Nope.

Maisy? Just don't like it.

Olivia? Reminds me of 'Olive Oil'.

Aiyana?

"Aiyana?" Claire repeated after I suggested it. "I like Aiyana!" she squealed. "Where did you come up with Aiyana?" she asked me quickly.

I shrugged. "I always liked that name. I think it means like 'beautiful blossom'." I told her.

"I love it!" she gushed. "So it's settled then? Kane and Aiyana." she said. It sounded good.

"What about middle names?" I asked Claire. She rolled her eyes.

"How about we wait for the birth day for the middle names?" she suggested. I thought about it.

"Deal." I agreed with her.

I repeated our names over in my mind.

Quil. Claire. Kane. And Aiyana. The Ateara Family!

Sounded amazing.

I'M GONNA BE A DAD!

A/N: So I really had not idea what to name their baby's so I just pick two names that I happen to like. Hope you enjoyed chapter 3! :D