Originally posted for the Doctor, Doctor contest, I had always intended for this to be a chapter in Soothing Burn. This is about 4 or 5 years after Alec joins the family.

"Okay. I've had enough. Get this thing out of me." I told the doctor.

"I don't know. It might not be safe yet. I wish we had a better idea of when you conceived."

"I told you before you came, I don't know! I've had two periods with four months in between. It could have been any time in the last three months." I started pacing. Walking felt good, even if I was humungous.

"Well, it wasn't as long ago as that." The doctor rolled her eyes. "You have to be three weeks, but I don't want to take them before four."

"Them?" I shrieked.

She pointed to the bruises on my belly where it jutted between my shirt and loose pants. "One baby doesn't move enough to put a foot here and here." As she touched them the bruises faded. "In that little time."

"I don't care!" I continued to shout while I paced. "If they crack my hip one more time, I'm going to kill them before they breathe!" I was surprised how quickly I picked up the plural. I had had two days bed bound while my bones re-knit themselves.

"Calm. Breathe," Marcus said coolly. I started to growl.

"Listen to him. You can't phase right now," the doc reminded me. I inhaled on a count of five and exhaled on a count of five. I was a woman, not a bitch.

Just then one did kick and I fell heavily to floor at the pain in my pelvis. "I'm done, Nessie. They're done too. I want them out, now." I was practically panting as Marcus came and lifted me in his arms.

She continued to squint at me. "All right. Marcus, take her to the nurse's station."

As Marcus carried me out of our house, I reflected on the last three weeks, if indeed I had been pregnant all three. At first I thought I'd just eaten something that didn't sit right, until three different meals didn't sit right. That was a little suspicious. Then I had slept for twenty hours. Don't get me wrong, we shape-shifters can sleep, but that was a bit much, especially when I hadn't been doing anything overly strenuous in the past week. Finally I felt something move. There was no denying it, something was going on inside me. I called up Carlisle Cullen, freak expert extraordinaire.

"Yep, that sounds exactly like Bella's symptoms. But I'm not the one you should be calling."

"What do you mean? You're the one that delivered Nessie, aren't you?"

"No, Edward did. You didn't know that?"

"No, I didn't know that. I also don't think Edward is someone I would want delivering my baby." It was one thing when it was his wife, it was another thing when it was me.

"I wasn't going to suggest Edward. I was going to suggest his daughter. She has a perfect recollection of her own infancy, she has finished her medical degree, and she has specialized in fertility and obstetrics. There is really no one more perfectly suited to help you through this."

And so, a few days later, Doctor Renesmee Cullen Black flew into Churchill, sans Jacob. I was grateful for that much. I really didn't want him to see the mess I currently was. Hormones are nasty, nasty things, and mine were all over the map. Ness had turned out to be the perfect midwife as well as Doctor. I'd forgotten Emily telling me that she was a godsend when Levi was on his way. That's not really surprising given that I was so blindingly jealous of Emily at that time. She was pregnant with Sam's baby. I was no longer Sam's anything and couldn't have any babies. Why would I care about how her pregnancy went? But she did say that Nessie had been good at making and keeping her comfortable.

When she arrived, she set to helping us finish the nursery, lying with me to make me comfortable, giving me painkillers as necessary, and generally being the saccharine girl she was. I was going to have a toothache before she went home.

Ness had already arranged with the nurses that, as my specialist, she would be delivering the babies. They insisted on helping, but she waved that bloody medical degree at them and told them to walk. They were going to be in the building, but we didn't want them seeing what was going on in their examination area.

My hip was healed enough for me to walk the last of the way - the part where anyone might have seen us. I was leaning heavily on Marcus, squeezing his hand for all I was worth. "You did this to me," I reminded him.

"And you're glad I did," he reminded me with a massive grin. I had to chuckle, even in my anger and continual pain. When they weren't breaking my bones, they were breaking blood vessels, stretching my insides, bruising my spine. Bella had gotten out of this by dying. I wasn't going to be so lucky.

"Put her up on the table, Marcus. Take off her pants and push up her shirt a little further," Ness instructed. She began breaking out a myriad of equipment: sponges, towels, and other items. "Are you staying or going?" she asked Marcus, filling a needle with painkillers.

"Staying," he said taking my hand. Ness nodded and put the needle in just over my navel. "That'll just take a minute to hit your system." She continued arranging the items on her tray before rolling it into reach.

She pinched me. I could barely discern it. She swabbed the area with alchohol. "Good. Are you ready?" she asked me now, scalpel in hand.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. One of the babies kicked then and I groaned. "God, yes. Get them out!"

She smiled and put the scalpel to my skin, carefully parting and clamping the skin as she went. Even though she was twisting to apply sponges to the incision, grabbing and inserting clamps, it didn't seem to take any time for her to cover several inches. Her hands were almost a blur; the wound would have healed back up immediately if she didn't work so fast. Once she had a few inches cut I could see the white sac the babies were moving in. "You are still all right?" she checked quickly. "Do you need more relief?" She looked at my face, but I was fine. It hurt like hell, but I was fine. Pain, physical pain, was easy. She didn't wait for my answer before putting her mouth to the wound.

That was just wrong. I should not be watching a vampire eating me. Not even a half-breed vampire with a medical degree and specialization in fertility, gynaecology and obstetrics. It was good that it was her, though; she wasn't venomous. The grating metallic sound was horrendous; it set my teeth on edge. I could hear a cry though, then a second.

She put one hand through what seemed far too small an opening and lifted out the first of my babies.

"A girl!" she said happily. She cut and tied the cord before wrapping the infant in a towel and giving her to Marcus.

The second seemed to be evading her. "Oh come here," she groaned at him. "Stop kicking..." She pulled him out by the ankle and I thought I might slap her even if she was holding my brand new baby boy. He nearly squirmed out of her grip as she whipped a towel around him. She half tucked him under her arm while she cut his cord. He wailed like a hound of hell as she did so. "And a boy," she said, disgruntled, thrusting the baby into my arms.

He proceeded to bite me in the neck. I wrapped the towel over his mouth as the wound closed. "And hungry already," I observed.

"No venom?" she checked, nervously. A moment later, I shook my head.

"Odd, she seems happy enough." Marcus cooed at the half-sleeping baby in his arms. I could see the girl had the same black hair tufted on her head as the boy in my arms did. They both had rusty skin like mine. They had the impossibly perfect features of a vampire though, and the boy, at least, had a full set of teeth.

"I bit Bella after I was born too. She's probably happy because she can't smell it in you Marcus." Renesmee passed me a metal sippy cup. She had brought a few with her. "Hope he likes polar bear."

"He'd better, it's that or caribou," I said, taking it from her and pulling the towel from the boy's mouth. He drank happily from the cup and finally settled down. His tiny hands with their five perfect fingers gripped it. I was so busy watching him and observing all his perfection I didn't notice the odd sensation as Nessie closed me back up.

"Do you have any name ideas?" she asked cleaning my belly. She took the girl from Marcus to clean and weigh her. She dressed the baby in one of the two white sleepers we'd brought along. It was a little big on her, the feet hanging limply.

I hadn't really thought about it at all. And I had never guessed we'd have two. Everything happened so fast. I felt a little sick, then I was tired, and then I was as big as a house. I looked from Marcus to the baby in my arms. "Aaron?" I asked. The boy smiled, dribbling blood down his chin. "Aaron it is then." I used the towel to clean him up.

Renesmee replaced him with the girl. Aaron immediately began squirming and yelling. Again she tucked him under one arm and gave me the cup back. "Is that really the best way to handle him?" I asked.

"You'll have to tell me. Human infants don't move this much. But after a few months, this is fine..." she flipped him around in her hands twice and I worried again. "Leah, I've delivered over a hundred babies. I'm not going to drop him, and I'm not going to hurt him." She was still turning him around in circles. "I'm trying to disorient him so he lays still," she plopped him on the scale and pulled away quickly. She cleaned him and put him in the second sleeper.

I looked to the girl in my arms as she handed Aaron to Marcus. I felt a sense of joy that I hadn't with Aaron. It was probably because he bit me right off the bat. On the other hand, she seemed so much more calm in general than him. "Didi?" I asked.

Marcus gasped. "Didyme?" he asked incredulously.

"She makes me happy, just holding her. You said Didyme did that, right? Didyme?" I asked again. This time the baby wriggled a little and her eyes found mine. "Didi it is." I kissed her head. "Two for one. Not bad for a woman who thought she'd never have any kids," I said with a laugh.

Marcus kissed me then. "I love you," he said. "And I love you," he kissed Didi in my arms, "and I love you," he finished, kissing Aaron. "I didn't know I could love so much!" He laughed at himself.

"And I know of no reason you couldn't have more," Ness assured me. "Once you're healed up, if you keep off the wolf, you could have another. Two pair?" she teased.

"No chance. Can you snip him or something?" I asked tipping my head to Marcus.

His expression was too much. Renesmee was doubling in laughter. "No, he can't be changed. I can 'fix' you if you decide you'd like that later. It will be difficult..." She got a thoughtful look on her face.

"No, I don't think we need to go that far just now," I said, trying to stop her before she put too much work into it.

She shrugged, "Well, I'm going to take care of these things before the ladies discover them. Then we'll get you home." She cleaned up or disposed of her implements before pulling out a wheelchair with wide bike tires.

"Do I have to?" I complained.

"Even after a vaginal birth, you wouldn't be walking. This is best," she insisted. I started to swing myself down from the table. I felt a little sore, but the wound was already closed tight. "Give me Didi," Ness said rapidly, grabbing the baby from my arms. I almost tore her back. "I don't know how quickly the muscle will heal. I don't want you tearing the internal stitches. You can carry her tomorrow."

She laid Didi down and helped me into my pants. Apparently I wouldn't be bending until tomorrow either. "I want to see that degree again," I argued. "I didn't see 'right to be a smothering, pompous bitch' on there anywhere."

"No? Did you miss the Cullen part?" she asked sweetly with a smile.

I gripped the arms of the chair and laughed hard enough to hurt my middle.

"Stop!" she commanded. "Ugh, I'm terrible at bedside manner. I had to re-stitch two caesarians for just that. Here, hold Didi," she said, smiling at me.

I hugged her suddenly. She gasped. We'd never gotten along really well, but she had made this possible. She had brought my babies into this world. She had left Jacob to come help me. Now that I had an imprint I knew what a sacrifice that was. "Thank you, Ness. Thank you so much."

"Hormones," she muttered to Marcus and I slugged her. She chuckled after sucking in breath. "You're welcome, Leah. There's a reason why I'm an Ob/Gyn, you know. I love doing this." She kissed Didi now and then turned and kissed Aaron. "And I demand pictures! My album isn't nearly full enough."

I laughed. I'd seen her album on one of our visits to Washington. The thing was huge. She had birth announcements and class and team photos; she hadn't stopped tracking the babies she'd held for their first breaths.

"Yes, you will get pictures," I agreed as she wheeled me out. Marcus walked beside me, taking my free hand in his.

"And hand prints," he suggested.

"And hair clippings," I added.

"Yes! Yay! Yay!" She bounced and clapped her hands like a big kid herself.

I chuckled again, waking Didi. The nurses gave Ness an odd look. They were no doubt wondering how this twenty-something who acted about twelve had not only a medical degree but a specialization. I wondered myself sometimes.

"Could you act like a doctor?" I mocked her.

"I suppose," she said with a shrug. "I did that for a while, but it got boring." I got an image in my head of Nessie with her bronze hair in a tight bun, useless glasses on her nose, frowning at a chart in a white lab coat. Then there was another of her in bunny print scrubs with her hair in a pair of knots on top of her head dancing up to her charts and stamping happy faces on them. Then there were babies crying at 'serious' Nessie and quietly lying with 'playful' Nessie. They were the patients that really mattered in her book.

"Yeah, whatever," I murmured. I rocked Didi a little as we rolled up to the house. She took the baby from me as I got out of the chair and walked through the door.

"How was it?" There were a group of vampires clustered in our living room.

I took Didi back from Ness after sitting in one of the chairs. "Awful, it took all of an hour." I snickered.

"This is Aaron," Marcus announced, passing him among our friends.

"He is gorgeous," Suplicia murmured.

Alec came and looked over my shoulder. He put a hand to Didi's head. "Hot as her Mom."

"You'd better be referring to her temperature or you are getting some serious beatings," I said with a grin.

"You can see it, can't you Marcus?" Chelsea asked him and I turned to them, a question in my gaze.

"Yes. I don't know if it's the bond of pack mates, or twins that makes it so strong. It is stronger than mere siblings though."

Renata was taking her turn holding Aaron. "What is her name?" Renata asked, looking to me.

"Didyme," I said with another smile for Marcus. I knew the name choice meant a lot to him, but I had come to it honestly. She did have a sense of serene contentment around her.

Suplicia was instantly at my side and hovering over my baby girl. "Didyme?" she asked, as though she thought she hadn't heard me correctly.

"Yes," I said, passing her over. Her serenity was enough to quell even my natural antagonism with Lucia.

"And here you are," Renesmee said, passing me two pieces of paper. I started laughing again. I kept it soft though.

"They are perfect, thank you."

The birth certificates she had made for my babies appeared formal enough. Of course they would never really be able to use them and so she had taken liberties with them.

Didyme Clearwater - Father: Bloodsucker - Mother: Wolf

Aaron Clearwater - Father: Leech - Mother: Bitch

Signed: Loch Nessie Monster

She had also drawn little wolves around the edges.

Nessie stayed with us for two more days, making sure we had the entire baby handling part down pat. She also measured Didi and Aaron fastidiously.

"They seem to be matching me. I would think they'll stop growing at seven as well. Of course, you being a shape-shifter will no doubt throw some sort of wrench in the works. You'll just have to keep me informed. A photo record would be nice," she said with another smile.

"We already told you we would send pictures," Marcus assured her.

"I know you want to get back to Jake, Nessie. You've done so much for us. We'll take it from here."

She hugged each of us one last time before boarding her flight home.

I laid Didi with her head alongside Aaron's in the wolf bed. Marcus was just finishing up the second. It would be ready before they were big enough to need two. Renata stood behind me. "They are absolutely amazing, Leah. Do you think either of them have a gift?"

I shook my head. "Don't know, don't care. Their gift is to be children." I bent and kissed each sleeping head. Their eyes were still a vibrant blue. Nessie had told me all infants had blue eyes when they were born and that they would probably darken quickly. They hadn't.

"I will watch them, if you want to sleep," Renata offered. "They don't need me in town for another four hours, and I'm sure Chelsea will be back before that." Chelsea had an evening appointment in the home of one of the families we worked with. They were doing very well and had invited her to dinner. It was a chance for her to see them interacting on their own turf, as natural as possible when they knew someone was watching. I hoped it went well. Darren had been without alcohol for over a year now and Justine was no longer popping E that she got at school. I was going to find the dealer of that and remove limbs.

Chelsea and I were getting quite the reputation in the area. Most drug dealers had been frightened away long since. Occasionally one would come through and try his luck, but they were usually warned off before getting more than a few sales under their belt. Apparently, without causing any permanent injuries, we'd managed to make ourselves very scary. I needed to roam south though. The natives really had a lot of trouble getting people like that to leave them alone. They were so easily hooked and so willing to open their homes to trash like that. I pushed the thought away as I headed to the outbuilding I shared with Marcus. The babies slept in the house because there was always someone awake and watching there.

Marcus came in behind me, catching the door I was swinging shut. I smiled. "Heard me, did you?"

"Maybe." He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. "MILF," he murmured in my ear.

I shoved him away. "You and the goddamn internet. Stay away from me, you, you, DILF!" I laughed as I said it.

"Well, you are a mother," he said trailing fingers along my arm. "And you're all healed." He put the other over my belly. "And we didn't while you were..."

"Big as a house?" I offered for him, chuckling.

"You weren't that big," he complained lifting me onto the bed. "You were big, I won't lie," he put in when I gave him a sceptical look, "but you had two babies inside of you." He laid me back and put his lips to my belly, lifting my shirt to reveal the pale pink scar. "Right here." Part of the reason we hadn't done much touching after I felt the babies move was the incessant assault they would start if Marcus did give me any form of pleasure. Even his kisses would set one or the other to kicking me. "Two living creatures, just under the skin, growing," his tongue traced my scar. "I can't begin to comprehend it. And they're here!" He laughed. "You did it, Leah. Your amazing," he kissed my navel, "beautiful," he kissed a little lower, "human," a kiss at the band of my panties, "body did it."

"Yeah, you had no part in this at all." I ran my fingers through his hair as he slid my pants and panties off.

"So little. You fed them," another kiss, "nurtured them. They grew here." He held his hands to me again, his nose in my pubic hair. "You have no idea what it means to me."

"Some. It means quite a bit to me, too."

He looked up at me. His brown-gold eyes full of love. He pressed himself to me, his lips on mine. "I'm so glad I could do my little part," he whispered, making me chuckled again.

I put my hand between us. "Not so little." I rubbed him through his jeans. He growled and rubbed against me.

"Doctor approved?" he asked as my hand worked open the button at the top of his pants.

"Yes. I'm allowed to lift, carry, bend, stretch, fuck..."

He shuddered. "Good. I won't ask you to lift or carry, though." He put his lips to my ear and I laughed.

Check those birth certs again. Yes, Aaron is a son of a bitch. You've been warned.

Thanks to Sharebear for her beta help.