A/N: I'm really sorry for taking so long with all the updates, but there are just all my other stories and it's hard to keep everything even with all the stories... But I AM trying... I promise I will get better with that, but with school and all it can be a little difficult, but leave comments because that helps me to know that you really do like this stuff and that I'm not just writing it for my own gain... I hope you like the chapter and the cute part with Andrew and Gillian.

*God Loves You*

"Hey babe... how you doing?" Cal asked, stepping into the hospital room and laying a hand on Emily's arm.

"I'm fine... how are the babies?" She asked, staring up at her father.

"Ok..." Cal whispered, unsure of their health, "Have you decided what to name them?"

She smiled slightly and said, "Steven and Abigail."

"I like those." He whispered, kissing her forehead, "You should get some sleep. I love you and I am very proud of you."

She nodded and said, "Good night. i love you too."

.:.

Cal sat in the waiting room, his face buried in his hands.

"Hey." Gillian said, placing a hand on his arm and sitting next to him.

He turned and looked at her, "Hey, what's up?"

"Emily's asleep. The babies aren't looking too good."

He sighed and said, "They aren't going to make it, are they?"

She shrugged and said, "Hopefully they will."

"Maybe it's for the better." He whispered.

"Why on Earth would you say that?"

"Because Emily doesn't need the weight of two babies on her shoulders! I think it would just be easier if they weren't here."

"Don't talk like that. They will live and everything will be fine. They just need-" She pulled back and smiled at Andrew.

"Dad!"

"Hey." Cal said with a smile, embracing his young son, "What's up?"

"Is Emily okay?"

"Yeah, she's doing great."

"What about...?"

"We aren't really sure yet." Cal whispered.

Andrew looked at the ground and cleared his throat, "What if they don't live?"

"Then... we will hve to move on." Cal said with a shrug. He looked at Gillian and then back to Andrew, "Everything will be fine."

Andrew smiled slightly and said, "When can we go home?"

"Soon. Hopefully. The babies will have to stay here... but we will go home in a day or two." Cal said with a smile.

"Kay." Andrew climbed onto the chair beside Cal and looked around Cal to Gillian, "Hi Gill."

"Hello Andrew. How are you?" She asked gently.

Cal leaned back and allowed them easy eye contact.

"I'm good. A little scared..." He whispered.

"If only your father was like you." Gillian said with a small smile.

"What?"

"He refuses to share his feelings." She said.

Andrew looked to Cal and asked, "Why?"

"I don't share my feelings." Cal said with a shrug, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why not? It's an easy way to get rid of all the heay things on your shoulders." He said with an innocent smile.

Cal stared at him and said, "Not for me. It just makes people push."

"They push because they care." Andrew said.

"How old are you?"

"It's healthy." Andrew pushed.

"You've been talking to Gill, haven't you? A little too much?" Cal asked.

"No."

"That's a bloody lie." Cal looked to Gillian and said, "You're a sneaky one."

She smiled and said, "You can't prove anything."

"Which obviously means that it's true." He chuckled.

Andrew walked over to Gillian and placed his hands on her knees, "Mommy."

She stared at him with wide eyes, "I'm not..." She trailed off.

"Go ahead Andrew." Cal said with a large smile.

Andrew looked at Cal and then back to Gillian, "Mommy." He pushed.

She cleared her throat and said, "Andrew, I"m not your mom."

He stared at her and said, "Yes you are. You are with dad... so you are my mom."

She looked to Cal and he shrugged. "That's how you see things?" She asked him curiously.

"Um... yeah. You are my mommy." He smiled and nodded.

"Well alright. What then?" She asked.

"Can we go home I'm tired?"

"Well I personally think that I should be here for Emily." She said.

"Go ahead love... I'll be here all night." Cal chimed in with a small smile, "Go get some rest... make some cookies or something."

She returned the smile and said, "Thank you." She took Andrew's hand and said, "Let's go then."

.:.

After they were gone... Cal was left to his scary and unwelcoming thoughts that only reminded him of the danger that was approaching. He didn't know how it was going to happen or who was going to do it or anything of the sort, but he felt an obligation to let Gillian know before he truly did die. He felt like he should tell Ben, but then the babies would be in danger and he didn't want to risk that.

He walked to Emily's room every twenty minutes, spending time with her and relieving her of her anxiety, but nothing he could do would really take away the fear that was in her face. She was terrified of what would become of the babies. Of their health and the rest of their lives. Would they ever have to meet their father? Would they grow up thinking that she was just their sister? She was worried and could only pray for their safety.

On the sixth visit of the night, Cal ended up falling asleep beside Emily and she was happy to see him rest. He had constantly been up, checking on her and the babies and talking to her, keeping her smiling, but she could see what it was doing to him.

He hadn't slept since she had come into the hospital, almost three days ago. It didn't seem like that long, but he hadn't left, not once. He was either talking with doctors, watching TV in the waiting room, or talking with Emily.

The hospital was draining him and now he was finally getting his much needed sleep. She couldn't watch her amazing father sleep for long because eventually rest got the better of her.

She drifted off soon after he did, his hand in hers.

.:.

He woke up with a jump and made Emily scream a little bit. He stood up quickly and placed his hand over her mouth, panting as he calmed down, "I'm sorry." He whispered, taking his hand from her mouth.

"What's wrong?" She asked, staring up at him.

"Nothing. It was just a bad dream." He said, sitting back down and running a hand through his hair.

The truth was... ever since his talk with Jack he had been haunted by the sight of Jack's face and his voice and Mitchel and everybody else. He hadn't slept because he knew that it would only be worse. Haunted wasn't the right word to use, it was worse then that. It was like... he felt like a lonely deer in the middle of a huge field with every gun in the world, trained on his head, ready to shoot and prepared to kill. He couldn't take it. He stood back up and paced slightly.

"It doesn't look like it was nothing."

"Don't worry about it love." He said with a pained smile.

She clenched her jaw and nodded, "Alright. Where's Gill?"

"She's at home with Andrew."

"When are you going to marry her?" Emily asked.

"What?" He asked with wide eyes, turning to look at her.

"When are you going to get married? You are obviously meant to be..." She said with a shrug.

He chuckled and sat on the edge of her bed, "Not exactly love."

"Yes. Actually. You are! I have seen you two kiss. It's not like it's just a little hidden romance. It's obvious and it's time to make it official!" Emily said loudly, falling a little out of hand.

"Calm down." Cal said, putting a hand on her leg, "We aren't married." He whispered.

"You have to!" She insisted, "You two are meant for eachother and you know it! You need her in your life and she needs you! Don't you DARE mess this up or wait until it's too late!" She said.

He sighed and cleared his throat, "There are more important things to worry about right now."

"More important then love and the rest of your life?"

"Yes, because my life could end in a matter of days!" He yelled at her.

Emily pulled back, away from him. She stared at him and shook her head, "What are you talking about?"

A/N: OOPS! He let it out! Bad stuff happens in the next chapter! Thank you to all my dedicated readers! Don't forget to review!

*God Loves You*