We went down the stairs slowly and carefully. The valet manager walked over and took Luke's car keys. "Hurry, please." He begged.

The young fifteen year old ran from the building to get our car from the parking garage across the street. I sat in a lobby chair as Luke paced the length of the room. Our car pulled up in front of the building. Luke grabbed me by the hand and helped me into the passenger seat. With each contraction, I screamed, and Luke didn't let go of my hand the whole way.

After what seemed like ages, we pulled up to the hospital. "Mr. Castellan, I'll show you to your room." The receptionist said as Luke pushed me in a wheelchair.

"I'll call Percy." Luke said after we got to our room. He pulled out his cell phone and put it to his ear.

"Perce, hey. It's Luke. Just thought I'd let you know that we are at the hospital. The baby is on its way." He said quietly. "What's the sex of the baby?" He turned to me.

I shrugged. "We don't know." He paused. "Alright. See you in a few." And he hung up.

"Come on, babe. Almost there!" Luke encouraged. I squeezed his hand and pushed harder. "There it is!"

I heard faint cries and loosened my grip. I had just given birth to my first child. "One down, one to go." The doctor said.

Luke scrunched up his eyebrows, "Wait, what?"

"Sir, you're having twins." The doctor informed him.

Luke was taken by surprise when I squeezed his hand again. After a few more minutes, we each had a child in our arms, one wrapped in pink, the other in blue. "He has your eyes." I smiled at Luke.

"She has yours." He said.

There was a knock at the door. Percy, Annabeth, Sally, and Paul entered the room and hurried over. "Twins?" Paul asked. I nodded weakly.

"Not just twins. Valentine's day twins!" Annabeth smiled. We all laughed and smiled together. "What are their names?" Annabeth asked. Luke and I looked at each other. Luke had been away for so long that we never even talked about baby names.

Luke smiled. "I remember when we were little, you loved the name Logan." He said.

My jaw dropped. "You have the best memory!"

Luke blushed, "But, I actually like that name for girls…"

I laughed, "It's pretty!"

"Really?" He smiled wider.

"What about the boy?" I asked.

Luke sat quietly, thinking. "What about Cole?"

"I love it!" I smiled, looking down at baby Logan in my arms. Everything in life was finally starting to fall into place. This would definitely be the best, most memorable Valentine's Day ever. The first few weeks back at home were the hardest though.

"Ugh!" I complained as the wails of the children filled the house. I began to crawl out of bed sleepily.

Luke grabbed my arm. "No you don't! I've got this."

"Are you sure?"

He rolled his eyes. "You did ten months of pregnancy and twelve hours of labor with those guys. I think that I can put them to sleep."

I laughed feebly and lay back down. After a few minutes, the crying continued. I sighed and got out of bed, walking into the second bedroom. Luke stood with Logan in his arms, whispering quietly. Clearly, his efforts were not making any difference. "I have absolutely no idea what I am doing!" He pleaded with me. I laughed and took Logan from him. He picked up Logan and bounced him and down.

I sang a slow lullaby and in no time, they were both asleep. "Huh?" Luke said. "Oh, you were putting me to sleep too, with that amazing voice of yours." I smiled and put the babies in their cribs before going back to bed.

Summer was approaching quick, and boy were we unprepared!