A/N: Okay, so this is going to be a big chapter. There will be a teensy bit of drama, but not too much cuz I wanna keep this story light. Just a warning, this is the last chapter =( I know, it's sad isn't it? I think It just feels like it's being dragged on, so I'm bringing it to an end. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Sorry to disappoint, but I didn't create the characters; I just like to play with them ;O

BPOV

"Baby, I love you so much." I flashed Edward the biggest smile I could muster and batted my eyelashes, trying my best to personify innocence. I guess it might have been a little over the top, because he started shaking with laughter. I glared at the side of his head while he gasped for air, frustrated that my attempt at persuasion didn't work like I had planned.

"What's so funny?" I growled at him through my teeth and he immediately stopped laughing, although I could still see the amusement in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have laughed," he apologized quickly. He locked his eyes with mine, the green orbs shattering any frustration I may have felt. I sighed heavily and smiled at him, earning a crooked grin in return.

"What did you need, love?" he asked. My cheeks flushed red and I dropped my eyes to my lap in embarrassment. He hooked his index finger under my chin and brought my face back up to his.

"Bella, don't be embarrassed. What is it?" His eyes filled with concern and I tried to force down my humiliation.

"I need to go to the bathroom, but..." I paused, summoning the courage to spit out the rest, "i don't think I can do it on my own," I whispered the last part, barely loud enough to be heard. Edward's arms were instantly around me and he cooed words of reassurance in my ear.

"Of course, love. Don't be embarrassed; never be embarrassed to ask me anything. Come on," he stood and reached his arms out to help me from the couch and over to the bathroom.

I had started needing Edward's help a lot more the past two weeks. At first, my house arrest was infuriating; I felt so helpless and confined. But after the first couple of weeks, I really started to enjoy having Edward home with me during the day. It got easier and easier to let him help me, and we were both a lot happier because of it.

Now, though, it seems like I can't do anything on my own. My back aches incessantly and my knees throb when I stand. I still have almost two weeks left until my due date, and it feels like an eternity. I spend most of my time in bed or on the couch, and got Edward's help any time I needed to move. Now I couldn't even go to the bathroom by myself.

Of course, Edward hasn't complained a single time during the past month. Sometimes I wish he would just get annoyed and yell at me, only so I will feel a little less guilty for being so moody with him.

I hobbled over to the bathroom with Edward supporting most of my weight. The door is only about twenty feet from the couch, but I swear that distance is growing with every step I take. I reached out for the door handle, but dropped my hand instantly to my abdomen, gasping loudly.

"Bella? What is it? What's wrong?" Edward grabbed my face in his hands, studying me closely. I felt a sharp pressure in my lower back, spreading slowly through my abdomen. It lasted a few seconds, then disappeared completely. I looked up at Edward, his eyes wide and nervous.

"I'm fine. I think it was just a contraction," I reassured him. His face immediately softened, but I could still see the concern in his eyes. I smiled slightly and he helped me into the bathroom.

About ten minutes later, we were on the couch when I felt the pressure again. Edward held me while I waited for it to pass.

"Maybe we should call Carlisle," he suggested. I shook my head vigorously; my doctor had already talked to me about contractions, and I knew they were nothing to worry about. I would feel like an idiot if we called Carlisle in hysterics, only to have him tell me that it was no big deal. Edward clenched his jaw but didn't argue, turning back to face the television.

After an hour had passed with three more contractions, I finally agreed to let Edward call Carlisle. I waited impatiently while Edward talked, filling Carlisle in on our busy afternoon. I got little information only hearing one side of the conversation, and I was getting anxious when they finally hung up.

"Carlisle said that it's nothing to worry about yet, but that we should start monitoring the contractions, and to call him if they become more frequent," he explained. I exhaled in relief, glad that it was nothing serious. We settled back into the couch, waiting for the next contraction.

At some point Edward tracked down a stopwatch, a notepad, and a pen, keeping track of when each contraction occurred and how long it lasted. My nerves began to peak when we realized that they were becoming longer and more frequent.

When they started coming six minutes apart, we picked up the phone and dialed Carlisle again. He assured us that nothing was wrong, and that it could just be false labor, but that we needed to get to the hospital. Edward ran up the stairs to grab our shoes and my hospital bag, then came down to help me to the car. The drive to the hospital was only five minutes with Edward's maniacal driving, and we were checked into a room in no time.

"Hello Mrs. Cullen, how are you doing this afternoon?" My doctor entered the room, her eyes glued to the clipboard in her hand. She glanced up at me, a bright smile on her face, and Edward squeezed my hand beside me.

"I'm well, thank you. I am a little concerned, though. I started having contractions this afternoon, and now they are coming six minutes apart, and they last around fifty seconds each time," I explained. Her brow furrowed, and she came over to check all of my vitals, making notes on the clipboard. After a few minutes of questions and examinations, she excused herself from the room. Edward and I waited anxiously while she was gone.

"Everything is going to be fine, love. You're all going to be fine," he whispered, kissing my forehead lightly and stroking my hair. After what felt like an eternity she finally returned, her expression giving nothing away.

"Bella, we're going to keep you here for a few hours to monitor your condition; it appears that you are going into premature labor. Now, I don't want you to worry; this is very normal. Mothers of multiples often go into labor before the due date. You are at thirty-eight weeks right now, so the twins are well-developed and healthy. If you do go into labor, the three of you will need to stay in the hospital for at least the first week, just so that we can monitor you and make sure that there are no complications, but the twins have been developing perfectly, so I have no concerns at the moment."

I nodded in understanding and clutched Edward's hand tighter. She excused herself after explaining that we needed to call a nurse if the contractions became faster and longer, assuring me that she would be here all night if an emergency arose. Edward crawled onto the bed beside me and we lay together for almost an hour, monitoring my progress and thinking to ourselves.

We called Carlisle to let him and Esme know I was in labor, and they assured us they were on their way. Charlie was next, and he had Sue, Leah, and Sue's son Seth, in the car before he had even hung up. Our friends were next, of course, and the four of them arrived at the hospital within ten minutes of receiving the call.

"Bella!" Alice was at my side, her tiny arms wrapped around me before I even had the chance to greet any of them. Rosalie reached the bed seconds later, and Emmett and Jasper stood on my other side talking to Edward.

"Sweetie do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Did you get your bag? Do you have enough clothes?" Alice started firing questions at me at lightning speed, and I giggled at her while I shook my head. After I assured all of them that everything was fine, they said they would wait out in the lobby to fill in our parents when they arrived. Edward settled back onto the bed and we lay in silence for a few more minutes.

"I'm going to go get us some water. Do you want anything else? Are you hungry?" Edward brushed the hair from my face and I shook my head no, placing a gently kiss on his lips before his stood to leave. I rested back onto the pillows and my body froze completely.

"Edward?" I called uneasily. He turned to face me, his expression changing from questioning to concerned in a split second. "I think my water just broke."

EPOV

"I think my water just broke." Bella's voice was calm and steady, the exact opposite of what I was feeling at that moment. I stood completely still for a second, before my body jumped into action. I ran into the hall and grabbed the first nurse I found, obviously annoying her.

"My wife is going into labor," I practically screamed at her. She nodded and entered Bella's room, pressing a button on the wall to call the nurse's station. She informed them of the situation, and began helping Bella sit up against the pillows in a more comfortable position, reassuring her that she would be taken care of. Bella's eyes caught mine, and I was at her side in an instant, stroking her face and placing light kisses across her cheeks.

Another nurse arrived shortly followed by Bella's doctor, and they got to work immediately. I stood near Bella, holding her hand and whispering words of reassurance while then nurses and doctor worked furiously around us. After a few torturous minutes, the doctor finally came to Bella's side.

"Okay, Bella, you're going into labor early. We're going to start the process, so now's the time for you to decide if you want an epidural." She looked at Bella intently, who quickly turned to look at me.

"Do whatever you think is right, love," I murmured, stroking her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand for a second, taking a deep breath before answering.

"Yes. I want it." The doctor smiled slightly and nodded, moving to assist the nurses. They administered the drugs to Bella while they explained again what she should expect. She ordered me out to the lobby to let everyone know what was going on, and I quickly explained the situation to them before rushing back to her room.

I held her hand tightly as the contractions became stronger. She moaned lightly at the pain, and her breathing became labored. I breathed steadily by her side, keeping eye contact, encouraging her to mimic me. We held this position for the next few hours, with Bella matching my breathing and squeezing my hand tightly with each contraction.

"Bella?" the doctor called her attention, and we both turned to face her. "You're ten centimeters dilated, so we're going to have you start pushing, okay?" Bella nodded quickly and squeezed my hand tighter. She locked her eyes back onto mine and I breathed deeply with her in an attempt to keep her calm. She pushed on command, grunting and moaning in pain, her eyes locked with mine the entire time. When her grunts turned to bloodcurdling screams my heart began to beat faster, and my concern peaked.

"Edward," the doctor called me and I quickly found her eyes. "Bella's epidural has worn off, so she's going to be in a lot of pain. I need you to talk to her, distract her; keep her breathing steady and help her through this," she instructed. I nodded quickly and turned back to Bella, pressing my lips to her forehead.

"Bella, love, you're doing great. Just keep breathing, okay? Deep breaths," I coached her. She nodded sharply and followed my instructions. My heart wrenched with each scream, but the sound was soon followed by a loud wail. I turned my head quickly to see the doctor lifting up a tiny body.

"Edward, would you like to do the honors? Quickly, we have one more to go," she extended a pair of surgical scissors and I carefully snipped the umbilical cord, my hands shaking slightly. With the cord cut, my son was pulled away and handed to a nurse, who quickly cleaned him off and carried him to the other side of the room. I walked back to Bella and grabbed her hand, straining my neck to see my son.

"He's fine, Edward. But he is a couple weeks early and we don't want any surprises. You'll get him back in a few minutes, but right now we need to get your daughter delivered safely." I turned back to Bella, the doctor's words bringing me back to the present.

We repeated the process, with Bella drenched in sweat and tears. I pushed her damp mahogany curls away from her face and and murmured words of encouragement in her ear with each push. Three long minutes later, our daughter's cries filled the room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I cut her cord as well, and she was whisked off by another nurse.

Half an hour later, Bella had been given more pain medication and the room had emptied out, leaving us with only her doctor and one nurse. Our children had been taken to a small side room to be checked over and cared for. The doctor had assured us that they were perfectly healthy, and would only need to stay in the hospital for four or five days to make sure that they were fully developed.

They were both a little under seven pounds, healthy for premature babies. Despite the doctor's reassurances, I was anxious to hold them and see for my own eyes that they were healthy. I kissed Bella repeatedly, reassuring her of my love and our children's safety. It felt like hours before two nurses entered the room, each carrying a small crying bundle.

The first nurse walked to Bella, gently laying the infant in her arms, while the other bestowed my own little gift on me. I looked at the squirming child in my arms, and my eyes filled with tears. My son's cries ceased immediately, and he curled into my chest, snuggling closer in my arms. I rocked him gently, cooing softly. I glanced over at Bella and our eyes met, both of our faces breaking into large grins.

We switched kids after a few more minutes, taking the time to study each child carefully, memorizing every crease and curve. Our daughter was just as beautiful as our son, both having Bella's creamy skin. They shared a light dusting of dark, copper hair as well, a perfect blend of Bella and mine's hair colors.

I looked up from my daughter and watched Bella for a few minutes as she whispered words of affection to the little boy sleeping soundly in her arms. The nurse came back after a few more minutes and helped Bella feed the twins for the first time while I filled out a little paperwork. Our friends and family filed in shortly after, with everyone 'oohing' and 'aawing' at the small miracles in our arms.

"So, when are you going to tell us?" Alice was practically convulsing in her excitement, and I laughed quietly, careful not to wake my son.

"Well this," Bella started, motioning to our daughter, "is Carlie Elizabeth Cullen." She smiled softly and placed a gently kiss on Carlie's forehead.

"And this," I nodded my head to our son, "is Caleb Anthony Cullen." I smiled fondly at the names we had chosen while everyone voiced their approval.

"Those names are perfect. They're perfect," Alice squealed softly, gesturing between the two of them.

"They sure are," I agreed. They sure are.

A/N: Okay, so I chose Carlie because I like it as Renesmee's middle name in BD lol and I chose Elizabeth for Edward's grandmother. Caleb, I just thought sounded good, and Anthony is Edward's middle name. Whaddya think? And I know this story has been really fluffy, but it is my first fanfic and I just wrote it to test the waters, so to speak. Anywayz, hope you liked it =D There will be an epilogue to show where everyone's at now, so I'll try to update that soon!