Thanks for everything!

I'm excited to write this chapter, I am just not sure how to do it because I've never had a baby before. That's good seeing as I am only seventeen. I spoke to my mom about it though.

I'll do a little research while I write this, just so you know. I am not pulling it out of my butt. I find one website, only one that would show me how labor goes.... so I am trying to get this a right as I can.

Warning: this chapter is more thoughts and description due to the fact that she is giving birth. Sorry if that is annoying to those who like more talk.

Review please!

39 Weeks..Going into Labor

Named New Beginnings by Finch. The song doesn't really fit, but the title fits, so yeah.

When you are having a baby, in my case two, it's hard to think about anything other than the fact that you are having a baby.

It's really confusing too. You are feeling a whole swirl of emotions at once. Right when your water breaks, you feel joy, happiness, excitement, which is good. Your babies are coming, it is perfectly acceptable to be happy. I was a little shocked first, then these emotions took over. I had been complaining all day that I was done with being pregnant, I guess my body agrees.

Vince led me into the house, helping me up the stairs so I could change into dry clothes. (My pants now looked like I peed myself.) Alex called Dr. Hastings to tell her my water broke, who told me to get to the hospital. He also called Troy, who is unreachable at the moment due to him putting a fire out. Then, he called my mom.

I was still joyous until I found out Troy didn't know yet. That hurt my mood a little. You know what else hurt my mood?

Contractions.

My first one was in the car. They hurt, really bad, and I know they will only get worse as this goes on. That did not help, these ones hurt, how much worse does it have to get? It is like a big wave washing across your stomach, a hurtful wave, so like a tsunami. That was hurting my mood, but also something else was. Two babies are coming out of me today. Ouch.

As soon as I reached the hospital, I found that Dr. Hastings was not there yet, but she would be soon. I was instantly admitted, put into a hospital gown, that finger thing on my finger to measure my heartbeat, then a big belt was wrapped around me to measure my contractions.

As of now, I am seven minutes apart, better than the nine I was when I came in. Troy is not here yet, my my mom is, thankfully. Vince is in my room with me too, seeing as I am only allowed to have two in my room at a time. Alex is trying to get a hold of Papi. Him and Lucy weren't coming out until the ninth to wait for me to have the babies, these are her first grandchildren, she's excited.

"Mami," I whined, gripping onto her hand for dear life as I had another painful contraction, still seven minutes apart.

"It's okay, mija," my mother tried to sooth me. "Everything is alright," she assured me as the intense contraction reached its end.

I nodded, my head falling back against my pillow as I took in a deep breath. "Mami, where's Troy?" I questioned her. I need him, I've been here almost thirty minutes now, and he is not here. Why does he have to do the cliche thing and be late to this? I refuse to let him miss it, I'll hold my legs closed.

Mami pushed the few short straggler hairs off of my forehead. My hair is up is a messy bun. "Gabi, you know that he's going to be here as soon as he finds out you went into labor," she reminded me. Why do they keep saying that? Can they please just lie? Tell me they've made contact, that he is on his way, please.

"It'll be any minute now that Troy shows up, Lala, I'm sure of it," Vince added in, sitting in the chair next to my bed.

It was only a moment later that Dr. Hastings, not Troy, walked in. A nurse told us she was here, but washing up or whatever doctor's do. "Gabriella," she greeted with a smile on her face. "Maria, it's been a while," she said to my mom. They spoke for a minute or so, but I was waiting for Troy to come in, not paying attention. "So, Gabi," she started. "You're doing beautifully," she complimented.

There isn't much choice in the situation, you just put up with it. I just nodded in reply. I wanted Troy, I wanted my babies, I wanted to meet them, I did not want to feel another contraction, when can I get an epidural again? "How long do you think until the babies will be here?" I asked her.

"From the way things are progressing, soon," Dr. Hastings answered vaguely. "You skipped over most of the the beginning phases, went right to where your water breaks, and are dilating a little quickly," she explained. "I've been doing this long enough to know that you are asking that because Troy is not here yet," she said.

"No, I am," Troy corrected, breaking through the door, causing my instant relief. Vince moved so Troy could take his place. "I'm sorry I'm late," he apologized while he hugged me.

I was already smiling just because he was here. "It's okay, you're just a cliche," I replied in a breathy voice, making him smile too, then kiss me.

He took my hand in his. "What did I miss?" he questioned, looking towards Dr. Hastings.

She told him my water broke, I am seven minutes apart, last time I was checked I was a little over three centimeters dilated, and these babies will be here today. "Now, a nurse checked the positions of the baby to make sure a vaginal birth is still a good option, obviously it is, or you would have been informed," she went on. "Both of them are in very good positions, so that is not a problem. Now, for the main reason I came in," she said with a smile. "I want to check how much you have dilated in the last ten minutes or so."

It's a little awkward to have someone look up.. there, but I should be used to it by now. I have been going to the doctor's weekly for about a month, where they always checked to see if I was dilating, but I never was. While she did this, Troy kissed my forehead, still holding my hand. "I love you so much," he murmured against my forehead.

"I love you, too," I responded, smiling softly up at him.

Dr. Hastings finished measuring me. "Gabi, you're about four and a half centimeters dilated," she stated. "At this point, if you still want the epidural, you can get it," she said.

I nodded instantly. "I want it, trust me," I assured her, feeling Troy squeeze my hand. This hurts too much, I did skip over that beginning stuff, went right into the intense long ones, in other words right to the pain.

"Okay," she replied with a reassuring smile. "I will get that into motion, you just try to relax. Even though this seems to be going quickly, it could slow, you need your energy," she insisted. "I'll be back," she added on her way out.

My mom tapped my other hand. "I am going to go tell the family how you are doing," she spoke up.

Vince nodded. "You're only allowed two in here, so I'm out," he agreed, walking out with her.

As soon as they were out the door, a contraction ripped through me. It's been seven minutes I am guessing. It lasted a little less than a minute, having a definite beginning, middle peak, then end. I gripped onto Troy's hand as hard as I could, wincing. He just told me sweet, soothing things, telling me he loves me, all that.

He sat down in the chair next to me, his hands holding one of mine. "Rough day?" he questioned, making me smile.

"It seems like it will be," I answered, resting. "What took you half an hour?" I asked him.

He let out a breath. "Apparently, as soon as we went into the building that was burning down, your water broke," he said. "It seems like it was the furthest place from here too. I also got every red light, I didn't want to take my chances and run one," he explained.

I nodded. "You can go change if you want," I told him. He raised an eyebrow. "You hate wearing your work clothes unless you are working. I knew this could happen, so I packed an outfit for you," I said. "So, hurry and change in the bathroom before I have another contraction," I ordered.

He kissed me on the mouth. "I love you, I'll be right back," he replied, only grabbing the pants I packed him out from the bag. I didn't like being alone for the very short time I was. He only peed and changed pants. When he came back out, he stuffed his work clothes into the bag, shirtless, then looked for the shirt I packed him.

"Now, this is a nice sight," my sister stated, walking into my room. Troy laughed, tugging on his white t-shirt.

"You ready to be a daddy?" Belle asked, hugging him. "I didn't get a chance to talk to you, you were a blur in the waiting room," she reminded him.

He was buttoning up the purple and blue plaid shirt I had packed. "As I ever will be," he answered, back at my bedside.

"How about you, sissy?" Serena questioned, both of them on my other side.

"Am I ready to be a daddy? I don't think so," I replied.

"Ah, she can still keep that humor at a time like this, I am proud," Belle commented. "You know, we've never been in a waiting room together," she added, pointing from Serena to herself.

Serena nodded. "It's fun," she went on. "We're telling all the guys all the gory things that are going on in here, our brothers are not liking it," she said. "Mami told us you're already getting the epidural, lucky duck."

"I had to wait six hours when I had Benny," Belle informed us.

Right after that, a nurse walked back in, then told my sisters I am only allowed two visitors at a time. "We'll just go, send one of the twins in," Serena suggested.

"Can you ask whoever you send to wait until after I get the epidural?" I questioned.

Belle nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she agreed. "You're doing great, Gabs," she assured me with a hug. Serena hugged me after, then they went on their way. When they left, the person who was to give me the epidural came in. Getting that is a feat within itself. I have to get up in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She said I could hold onto a pillow, but I opted for Troy. That also hurt like a bitch. It's this big ass needle that gets stuck into your spine. Then, you are told it will take fifteen minutes to go into affect, which is wonderful time for me to fit in two more contractions, right?

During the time we had to ourselves, I told him what led to my water breaking, and how Vince took control. Then, I went on to how much labor hurts. I know why they call it labor, it really is manual labor, tiring. I did have two more contractions, but they were a little less in pain. As it did kicked in, Lucas and Marcus appeared. "Do you guys have any idea how hormonally charged those nurses are?" Marcus asked.

"I kinda like it," Lucas said. "I may be with Allie, but I still like female attention, okay?" he defended himself. "We're not all good little boys like you Marcy."

Marc rolled his eyes. "Hey, how is it going?" he questioned us.

"Good now that I'm on drugs," I answered, holding onto Troy's hand still.

"Troy, those nurses think you're a hottie too," Lucas informed him. "Plus, you have the whole dad thing working for you," he reminded him.

"Do you not realize that his wife, our little sister is having babies right now?" Marc wondered. "He doesn't care about that," he stated. Troy shook his head at them. I knew Marcus was right, but I also thought it was a little funny all the nurses thought he was hott.

Lucas shrugged. "We grew up with her, she can handle a little pain, right Gab?" he questioned.

"I don't know, I'll kick you in the balls a few times and see how well you take it," I proposed.

Troy let go of my hand and I didn't like it. He took out his phone. "It's my mom," he said, standing up.

"No, don't go," I pleaded quickly, grabbing onto his hand.

He kept my hand in his, sitting back down. "Whatever you say," he responded, answering it. "Hey, Mom," he greeted.

"Is this a bad time to ask who the godparents are?" Lucas asked.

Oh, crap. Troy and I haven't even discussed it. "Yes," I said. "How do you all keep getting in here two at a time?" I questioned

"We're twins," they answered together. Okay, that makes sense, not.

"Yeah, Ma, we'll call when we know more," Troy was assuring Lucy when I looked back over to him. "I know, Ma- Mom, I-" he stopped, the bit his lip like I do. I had my first contraction with the epidural. I felt the pressure, but not the pain. It was still about seven minutes. He cleared his throat. "Gabriella and I talked about it, yeah," he told her.

I tuned out my brothers, who were talking about the nurses again, fighting a little. I'm glad they care about me so much. They went to sit on the small couch in the room to keep talking. They are suppose to be here to support me, but I don't mind.

"She said it was my decision," he went on. "I don't want to call him to tell him, if you want to, or think he deserves to know, you can," he said. I knew they were talking about his dad now. "Mom, I really don't care, he's an ass. I don't want to know what he says, I don't care what he does, I don't want to talk to him or see him," he confessed. I also knew he cared a little about what his dad does in reaction to the news that I am having the babies. "Fine, Mom, then call her, I don't hate her, just him." I squeezed his hand. "Alright, call us when Carlos gets tickets. Love you, too, bye," he finished hanging up.

"Is she calling Tiffany?" I asked him.

He put the phone back into his pocket. "We're not going to care about any of that," he avoided the question. "By the end of today we're going to be parents, I don't want to worry about my dad or anything besides you and our babies," he stated.

"See, you need to act like that," Marcus said to Lucas.

"How the hell are we twins?" Lucas questioned. "We used to be so in sync. Now, you're so... girlie," he tried to find the right word.

Marc scoffed. "It is called being sensitive. If you were, Allie would be taking your phone calls, wouldn't she?" he responded.

Lucas glared. "We're going to go before I beat up my little brother because you are my little brother, we'll send the next people in," he informed us, pulling Marcus out with him.

"They were supportive, huh?" Troy joked, kissing my hand.

"They were a nice distraction," I replied seriously. "Ugh, I just want this to be over, I want the babies here," I sighed.

Troy scooted his chair closer. "They will be, just relax right now, okay?" he said, looking at me with his so blue eyes. I really do hope the babies get his eyes.

"We never decided on godparents," I reminded him. "We were supposed to pick them this week, but I went into labor early," I explained. "I still have no clue."

"I want Vince," he spoke up. I was surprised, neither of us had even an idea before on who to choose. "He was there when I wasn't, plus he is the brother closest to you," he said.

I smiled. "He also does have that whole bisexual thing going on, could help Carmin when she's older if she doesn't want to go to her old, boring parents," I added. Troy smiled too. "Then, I want Chad, for Tristin. He is your brother in every way other than blood, it's been that way since he was born," I told him. "He brought us together, without him things might be different," I finished.

Troy nodded. "That's a good choice," he agreed. "I know it'd make better sense, or be easier if the godparents a couple, but I don't think they should be," he said. "Either way they'll be in their lives, you know?" he questioned.

"Uh-huh," I replied. "How about I think of a girl and you think of a girl, then we'll match them," I suggested.

"Nice deal," he responded, then went into thought like I did.

The first person that popped into my head was Isabelle. She's my big sister, the oldest, and she is the girl I tried to emulate until I was ten. She is a great mother. "I want Belle," I admitted a few minutes later. "She's my sister, she's one helluva mother, and she'd be perfect," I told him.

"I picked Serena," he informed me. "For the same reason. Anyone who can raise a daughter that is just like her needs a medal," he said.

I laughed a little. Epidurals are amazing, just thought I would put that out there. "She should get Carmin then, if there is any chance she is a hard teenager, Serena can handle it when we have trouble," I explained.

"Belle is with Tristin. Good, we're done," he stated. "Now, I want you to watch t.v., rest, and stay hydrated because I read enough books to know that is what you should do," he ordered.

I smiled. "You mean you skimmed the finer points along with listening to me when I talked about it," I corrected.

Troy shrugged. "Either way."

I dilated slowly after that. When Dr. Hastings measured me half an hour after that, I had barely changed, she said. I may have gotten a little bigger, but not much at all. I just had time to waste. I hung out with siblings, a few friends, my mother, and kept telling everyone that Troy and I will not reveal the names until the babies are in our arms. My dad and Lucy finally got tickets for seven tonight, which means they will not be here until about nine. I didn't promise anything, who knows when these babies will be here. It was really boring, actually. Our friends did stop by, but said they'd be more prominent tomorrow, once all the excitement is over, they said this is more a family thing for now.

When Marcus and Lucas came back in (it was never just two people, at one time we had almost all my siblings in there, the nurses hate us) they had a video camera. I was going to kill them, but my mother stepped in saying that they promised to only film some of the labor, then after the babies are born, no during. I don't want a video of that, man, it's enough that Troy gets to see it. Troy is the only one I want in the room with me. I had to tell my mother I didn't want her with us last month. She was hurt, but understood, she said she was the same way.

As this went on, I didn't want Troy away from me. I've read read that this is normal, so I wasn't concerned. Troy didn't mind either. The only time he left was to pee, which was twice.

After four hours, it was six, and I knew my contractions were speeding up. (Finally!) I could feel the pressure, they were about two minutes apart now. I could also feel more pain, but it wasn't actually in the hurt category yet.

"Troy," I spoke up after a little while of silence. I had been watching t.v, resting my eyes, then I felt the pressure more closer together.

He looked up from his magazine. "Huh?" he questioned, reaching forward to grab my hand out of habit.

"Something is happening," I informed him, more alert now. "I don't think I am just six centimeters anymore," I stated.

Trusting me, he pressed the nurse button while putting the mag down. Dr. Hastings appeared instead of a nurse. "What's up?" she asked. She has been in and out of my room every fifteen minutes because twins are considered a 'high risk' pregnancy.

"You might want to measure my uh... yeah," I told her.

She let out a laugh. "Your cervix," she helped. I nodded. "I believe you are one of those women who know their bodies well, I'll take your word for it," she replied, getting into position to check.

"You feeling any pain, Brie?" Troy asked, causing me to look at him.

I shook my head. "Not exactly, I feel more than I have for the past few hours, though," I answered.

"As you should," Dr. Hastings said, done checking me. "You're nine centimeters dilated, Gabi," she informed me.

"What does that mean for now?" Troy questioned, linking his hand through mine more firmly.

Dr. Hastings looked relived for some reason. "Technically, it means Gabriella is done with labor, and is in the transition period right now. This could last a few minutes or an hour, but seeing as you dilated so quickly, I am guessing it won't take long. It's about time to have these babies," she announced. "You will be feeling more pain, unfortunately, but remember that this is almost over, okay?" she added while paging people. "Don't worry, the babies are still in excellent position," she finished, looking back up at me. That has been checked a lot today too, the babies' positions.

In less than ten minutes there were a couple nurses and residents in my room, and everyone was getting prepared. I was feeling more pain, my contractions now right on top of each other, hurting more and more with each one as my epidural wore off. I was told that a nurse told my family it was happening, but I was barely thinking about that, I just heard it. The only thing on my mind was the pain, it was draining, excruciating, unbearable. It seemed to take forever too. I thought this was a short phase.

Troy was right next to me the whole time, holding my hand, actually he was closer than that most of the time. He kept kissing my head, told me everything was going to be okay, that I was doing great, and that he loved me. I didn't always respond, just made eye contact once in a while, nodded, and leaning against him when he came close enough.

When I finally did get a contraction rest, I was grateful. "How the hell does that woman on Eighteen & Counting do this every year?" I asked in a breath, getting numerous chuckles throughout the room.

Troy kissed the corner of my mouth, resting his forehead against my temple. "You're doing better than her," he assured me.

Even in this pain, I smiled, then had another contraction. I squeezed his hand so much I must be cutting off circulation, but I didn't mind. I didn't even know what was going on around me at this point, just heard voices of people talking, Dr. Hastings was watching my cervix closely, but I didn't care anymore. I was done, I just wanted these babies here, and to be on more drugs. No person should have to feel this for long.

"Okay, Gabriella, you're over ten centimeters dilated," Dr. Hastings spoke up, silencing everyone else along with raising more fear in me. I was also relieved, the contractions came to a stop. I rested back against the pillows. "You might not feel the urge to push yet, but you will soon. While you can, rest for now," she instructed.

It felt so good to not be in unbearable pain, but also to have a breather for a few minutes, if that. "You ready?" I asked Troy, our hands still together.

"I should be asking you that question," he replied, his supportive smile on his face, making me smile. He rested his forehead on mine again, then kissed me softly. "You're doing so good, baby," he assured me, his free hand stroking my hair. I liked the contact, it didn't annoy me. "I love you so much," he murmured.

I kissed him again. "I love you too, Troy," I responded. "I'm sorry I didn't hold out for your mom to be here," I added.

"Don't be sorry," he replied. "As long as everything goes smoothly, no one will care, especially her," he told me. "I want you out of pain as soon as possible."

"Me too," I agreed, making him smile. I suddenly felt a sensation down in my cervix area. "I think I want to push," I said loudly.

Dr. Hastings was already ready, along with a nurse on the other side of me. My legs were suddenly pulled up bent, pulled up farther than it looked like a normal person should have their legs pulled up. Troy was on one side still, one of his hands on my knee caps, the other on my head, his thumb still stroking a little. Contractions returned almost instantly as the sensation did, but they weren't as intense, still hurtful, though. "Gabriella, I want you to listen to my voice, okay?" she spoke up. I nodded a little, wincing as I did. "I want you to push, the first one is a bit eager here," she commented. I nodded, grinding my teeth some as I pushed as hard as I could.

I heard Troy telling me how wonderful I was doing. I nodded along again, pushing. I actually felt a head moving, it was an odd feeling, but I pushed through it, literally. After another minute, a cry rang out through the room, making my heart swell and eyes tear up.

"It's a boy," Dr. Hastings stated, causing both Troy and I to smile. I was exhausted, but wanted to see Tristin so much. I couldn't though, I only got one good glimpse due to the fact that Dr. Hastings just took him out, cut the cord, sucked gunk out of his mouth, then handed him off to a nurse to clean up. He was white, really white, plus bloody, but I saw Troy's hair color. I knew I was gonna get a mini Troy.

Troy kissed me on the lips. "You're so perfect," he mumbled, then kissed me again. He sounded like he did on our wedding day, like he wanted to cry, but wasn't going to. I wrapped my free arm around his neck, kissing him back. We could still hear his cries, everyone could. I wanted to hold him, meet him, but they were still cleaning him. "I love you, Brie," he said.

"I love you too," I replied, feeling the sensation again. "Troy, she's coming," I told him, making him pull away.

"You are doing amazing, Gabi, one more baby then we're practically done," Dr. Hastings reminded me, back in her position. I still have the gross afterbirth to deal with. Carmin took a little longer, but not by much, at least it seemed that way. After about two minutes of Troy and Dr. Hastings encouraging me to push, a new cry filled the room. Troy cut the cord this time. Carmin was smaller than Tristin, I noticed, with Troy's hair too. They took her right away, annoying me. I wanted to hold them. Hell, I just wanted to merely meet them at this point.

Once Carmin was out, I was more alert, sitting up a little more. I could see them now that the activity near me died down, and was more focused on them. They were perfect, I could just tell, their cries were still being heard, but slightly lower than when they first came out. Troy was looking too, holding my hand. He kissed my head.

I wondered why they weren't letting us hold them yet when I felt a cramping sensation; afterbirth. Compared to the births, this was easy. It was a few mild pains that I could handle now that I've felt worse, then a mild push or two and it was out. It only took a few moments, literally.

Finally, once that was done, Tristin was brought over. He was a cliche blue bundle, squirming a little. "Here's your baby boy," Amy, our nurse, stated the obvious.

She placed him in my arms, facing Troy. My heart was bursting, this little boy was a part of me and a part of Troy. I loved him so much it's impossible to describe. Troy was right there, meeting him with me. Tristin's cries already died down. "It's like he already knows who we are," I whispered, kissing his head. I was trying so hard not to cry. His hands were clasped around Troy's fingers.

"He does," Troy replied in a low voice like me, kissing my forehead.

"Here's the girl," another nurse broke in, but we didn't mind at all. She was next to Troy with Carmin, giving her to him. He sat down in his chair that was level with my bed. He was leaning toward me, so they were close. Her cries ceased as well.

For about ten minutes, a little over, Troy and I just held our babies, switching halfway through. We're already experts on baby holding, we have so many nieces and nephews, but it's so much different when the baby is your own. Troy had moved to sitting with me on the big bed, but I had way more room. They were completely perfect in every way. A nurse asked us if we wanted our family brought in yet, we immediately said yes.

Troy turned to me as the nurse left, and kissed me. "You're a mom," he stated, kissing me again.

I smiled wider. I've been smiling. I was exhausted, I was sore, but I didn't care. My daughter was in my arms, with my husband next to me with our son in his, that was everything to me. "You're a dad," I repeated, kissing him once more right when our family filed in.

Of course, my mom was first. She kissed me cheek, giving me a side hug. "Mija, they're beautiful," she cooed, looking them over.

"Everyone," Troy started, looking up at them. "Meet Tristin Alexander," he introduced.

I smiled. "And, Carmin Lucille," I added, rocking her gently. They made the cutest little noises.

"Can I hold her?" my mom asked, obviously touched we named Carmin after not only me, but her as well. After that, Belle took Tristin out of Troy's hands.

My family passed the babies around while I sat with Troy, watching, feeling the tiredness of my body. My head was resting on his shoulder, my arm looped through his, our hands connected. We are a family of four now.

We got the babies for a little while after that, then they were taken away to be weighed, measured, along with checked over by a pediatrician, all of that. During this free time, my epidural was removed, which also hurt, and I was given some painkillers. I was also able to change into comfy clothes, go to the bathroom, that sort of thing. I felt more comfortable, thankfully.

"I just got off the phone with my mom," Troy stated, coming back into my room. I'd been moved from a birthing room to the one I'd be in for the next three days. That is how long I'll be here and Troy has a week off. "Her and Carlos are one the plane right now, about to take off," he informed me, sitting on the edge of the bed. I was tired, hungry, plus yearning for my babies. It felt like we'd only had a minute with them.

"Did she get the pictures?" I asked, pulling on Troy to lean back so I could rest on him. My mother, sister's, plus a few brothers had already taken pictures with their friends to send to distant relatives, friends, anyone they want.

His arms wrapped around me. "Yeah. She said they have your mouth, my nose, and hair," he replied, kissing my temple.

"Don't forget your eyes," I added, my own eyes closing.

"We haven't seen their eyes open yet," he reminded me. "We don't know, besides if they are blue, they can still change," he said.

I grinned, burying my head into his neck. "I was right, childbirth hurts, I had a right to fear it for the past four months," I told him.

"You did amazing, babe," he assured me. "I did hate seeing you in that pain, though," he admitted.

"It was worth it," I responded, letting out a breath. "Where are they?" I questioned, talking about the babies.

"I miss them too," Troy confessed, resting his head on mine. "Think about it this way, the longer it takes, the better care they are getting for whatever they are doing," he said.

I nodded a little. "You were great today too, Troy," I commented. "I didn't find you annoying, or threaten to never have sex with you again, you helped so much, and I just wanted you to know that," I complimented him.

"I'm glad I helped you in any way I could," he replied.

"You helped so much," I repeated. "I know we want three more, but let's wait a few years until I forget this pain," I suggested.

I felt him nod a little like I did. "Whatever you say," he replied. "The babies are going to be back soon, then they are gonna help get you to breastfeed, so I want you to rest," he informed me.

"I am resting," I mumbled. "Did you see my mom when we told her Carmin's name?" I asked him.

"Yeah, she looked pleased," he answered. "Did you tell her how we spell it?" he wondered.

I nodded again. "Yep, Tristin too," I told him. "She liked it, she sent the names to Lucy with the pictures," I said. My family, for the most part, has left. My mom went home, but said she would be back soon. My sibling's, especially my sister's who knew Troy and I wanted time with the babies, insisted they go home to give us said time. We were thankful.

"Here they are," a nurse, our nurse Amy, announced, wheeling the twins in. They were in the same whatever you call those glass boxes, crying a bit. "Tristin is six pounds eight ounces, Carmin is five pounds ten ounces, and they both passed all the tests." They were squirming in the box together, adorably. "I gotta tell you, these are some of the best twins I've ever seen," she complimented even though they were crying.

"Thank God," Troy commented, making Amy laugh.

She nodded. "I know, but they are twins, and twins are rough," she reminded us. "They're crying because they probably want Mom and Dad, and they are hungry. Now, I'm going to show you how to breastfeed with one at a time for now, once you're comfortable with it, we'll move on to two at a time, sound good?"

I sat up more, untangling myself from Troy to ready myself. "Sure," I agreed. The whole your baby suckling on your nipple thing is a mixture of two things, odd and natural at the same time. It also hurt, something I should be used to by now. I am going to be using the breast pump more than doing this, we gotta stock up. Once Carmin was good and eating, we added Tristin to the mix. Once I got used to it, it wasn't bad.

"We made some good kids, Brie," Troy spoke up once Tristin finished feeding, then went on to his arms. Feeding isn't hard, I am just new to it. They finished up easy enough giving up the oppertune time to burp them for the first time. They were great so far, if only I knew they would be this easy for the next eighteen years. "Good lookin' too," he added.

I laughed, biting my lip as I looked down at the twins. They liked being close. "I told you I would get my mini Troy," I whispered, my eyes drifting over Tristin and Carmin.

Troy nodded, kissing Carmin's head. "Yep, they both look like us," he stated. "It's weird, you know," he started. "A few hours ago, it was just the two of us, not we're in charge of two whole other human beings," he muttered.

"It's scary and wonderful at the same time, huh?" I questioned.

He nodded again. "Exactly," he agreed. "I don't really understand how I can love three people so much, either," he added as an after thought. "But, I do, I love all three of you so much."

"Well, I am your soul mate, and these are our children, it's supposed to be this way," I replied. "I feel the same too. How can you love something so small so much?" I wondered.

Our door opened. "They are your children, you'll never understand," my mother answered, walking in. "Visiting hours are over in half an hour, I was going to get here earlier, but your Aunt Nina would not shut up," she informed us, making us chuckle. "I tell her my baby girl had two beautiful babies herself, and all she can go on about is her daughter and how she is moving in with her little boyfriend of hers. Do I look like I care when I have two new grandchildren?"

I laughed again. "Nope, because your new grandchildren are perfect," I told her.

"Damn right," Troy backed me up.

"Isn't it phenomenal how they already know who their parents are?" my mom asked, sitting on Troy's chair, but he was on the bed with me. "When I had Vince, he came out crying, like normal, but as soon as he was given to me, he shut right on up. He was by far the easiest baby I had," she informed us. "He was sleeping through the night within three weeks, barely an hour labor too," she added. "Can I have her?" she questioned, reaching for Carmin who was in my arms.

I nodded, leaning over to hand her over. "Yeah, so I can steal Tristin now," I commented.

"Hey!" Troy joked, but quickly helped me get a hold of him. I kept him facing Troy.

Now that Carmin wasn't in my arms, she made a half-cry. I hate hearing them cry. It also made me smile because it sounded lie a sheep. Baahh baaahh. "Oh, no you don't," my mother stated to her, holding her with ease. "I am your grandmother, young lady, I don't take anything from anyone," she said. I smiled, looking over at her. Troy's free arm was now around my shoulders, his hand in Tristin's. "Your other grandmother, Lucy, she's on her way. You're lucky, you know, you are her only granddaughter right now, you have it made until your parents decide to do this again," she cooed at her.

"That is going to be a while from now," I assured her. "So that means you are her only grandson too," I told Tristin. I could see his eyeballs moving underneath his eyelids. Then, Troy's phone went off, making them both open their eyes. Troy immediately silenced it. "Blue!" I exclaimed as Tristin's eyes stayed open, looking for the light in his blurry vision. "Troy blue," I corrected.

My mom leaned Carmin over. "Same here," she spoke up, Carmin's eyes open, finding the nearest light source.

"I win the bet," I stated happily, kissing Tristin's nose.

Troy opened his phone with his free hand, taking it away from Tristin but I replaced it with mine. "It was Chad," he said, closing it. "Their eyes can change, Brie," he reminded me, smiling even though he knows I won.

"I don't think so, Troy," my mom replied. "I do not see even a hint of brown in these eyes, here you look," she suggested, walking around to Troy's side. I could see Carmin's eyes better. They were the same shade of Tristin's, Troy's, and Lucy's.

"Don't feel so bad, babe," I told Troy. "I love your eyes, they were one of the first things I noticed about you," I reminded him.

Troy smiled over at me. "You mean other than my body?" he asked, probably forgetting my mom in the room.

"Something like that," I teased as a flash went off. My mother took a picture of us. "Mami!" I exclaimed. "I look like crap." I did, no make up, hair up in a bun, wearing Troy's clothes plus a nursing bra.

She waved her hand at me. "Mija, you are a mother of newborns now. Rule number one, no one is really looking at you, they are looking at the adorable little baby in your arms. Rule number two, newborns hate being cold, so when you change them they will scream like a banchee. So, I'm gonna show you how to do this with minimal coldness. Also, when changing a boy, get out of the line of fire," she instructed.

I laughed, letting my mother take Tristin now.

All the pain in the world is worth this happiness. I now see why that woman on Eighteen and Counting can do this.

I had lots o' trouble writing this chapter. I hope I did it justice. I had trouble relating to it well, but I tried. I looked up a lot of info on it while recalling back to when my nephew was born. They took him away for hearing tests, plus a newborn check up, and kept coming in to help his mom breastfeed all night. I hope it's good. I think it's alright, but mediocre, tell me if you think the same.

I didn't include a problem in the birth because I don't know much about births, and I really didn't want to. They had enough drama, plus some is on the way.

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-- Kayleigh