"Amy, they're here!"
Amy looked up from her baby book and stood, padding into the living room.
It was a week later, and Sheldon had just been downstairs to collect the post.
He was holding a couple of letters, and a package.
"What's here?" Amy asked.
Sheldon opened the packaging and pulled out four little baby costumes, lining them up on the kitchen island, as Amy sat on a stool next to him.
"Oh those are even more adorable close-up!" Amy grinned, as she picked one up and studied it.
"I know." Sheldon replied. "The best part is, we can mix and match with the babies, so they each get a chance to wear them!"
He placed the Batgirl costume he was holding onto Amy's baby bump and stood back.
At that moment, one of the twins kicked and the outfit slid off and fell to the floor.
"Oh no! They don't like them!" Sheldon said sadly.
"They can't see them." Amy laughed. "They just kicked at the wrong time, that's all."
"Do you realize that you could go into labor at any moment?" Sheldon suddenly said.
Amy looked up, wide-eyed. "Yeah, thanks for reminding me!"
"No, I just mean that we haven't chosen names yet." Sheldon replied, as he sat on the spare stool and pondered, keeping his eye on Amy's stomach.
"I can't think of anything." He concluded.
"I have a book of names." Amy said, standing up.
"Where is it? I'll get it." Sheldon said, immediately standing again, and gently pressing Amy's shoulder so that she would sit back down.
"In the bookcase over there, next to the book on genetics."
Sheldon frowned at her and opened his mouth to speak.
"I don't have an organizational schematic for my books Sheldon." Amy sighed, before he could speak.
"Good Lord, how do you ever find anything?"
"I use these things called eyes."
"Yes, but it would take much less time to find something if you organized things and knew where they were."
"I do know where it is. It's next to my Genetics book." Amy smiled, "And not really, Sheldon. It takes more time to fuss over things and organize them perfectly, than it does to just put them in any order and just look for it normally."
Sheldon started twitching a little.
Her logic was sound, and he knew it.
"Hmm." Was all he said, as he wandered over to the bookcase and pulled out the baby name book.
"See?" Amy grinned. "That took you about five seconds."
Sheldon said nothing, still stumped by Amy's point.
Amy knew that this was hard for him to accept, so she said nothing else, and changed the subject.
"So…Are there any names you don't like?"
Sheldon thought for a moment. "I don't like Leslie." He replied, "I also don't like Ramona, Melissa or any of those typical teenage-girl names one would hear shouted across a mall."
Amy laughed. "Okay, I understand why you wouldn't like Ramona or Leslie, after what you told me about those two. But what's wrong with Melissa?"
"That's my twin sister's name."
"I thought her name was Missy?"
"Missy is a nickname; short for Melissa." Sheldon explained.
"Oh…Why don't you…"
"She was mean to me when we were younger."
Amy nodded. "Okay, noted."
"And also not Penny."
"Why would I name one of our daughters Penny when that is my best friend's name?" Amy frowned.
"For the reason that I now associate the name Penny with ditzy blondes who like to have a mild dependence on alcohol, far too much wild fun, and too much coitus with random strangers. I don't want our girls to turn out like that, too." Sheldon explained.
"You have basically just insulted my best friend." Amy replied. "And for that, I will flick you."
Amy flicked Sheldon's arm.
He looked down at his arm, frowning.
"That was a little uncalled for."
Amy ignored him as she flicked through the pages of girls' names. "Oh, what about Andrea?"
Sheldon wrinkled his nose.
"No? Okay…" Amy continued leafing through the names, calling out ones she liked.
Of course, Sheldon didn't find them acceptable.
Once they had reached the letter C, Amy was growing impatient.
"Carla?"
"No."
"Ugh, for God's sake Sheldon!" Amy snapped. "It's not like I am naming you any of these things!"
Sheldon flinched at Amy's tone.
"I'm sorry." He said, "I just don't like them."
Amy sighed. "No, I'm sorry for snapping. Hormones…Well, why don't I give you the book to look through?"
She pushed it over to Sheldon, and watched him scan the names. "What if we like more than two names?"
"Well we write all the ones we like down, and then eliminate any we don't like as much as the others, and then choose from there. Don't forget that we can use some of them as middle names." Amy replied.
Sheldon looked up at her. "So…We'd be writing a list?"
"Yeah…"
"I like making lists."
"I know you do Sheldon, so come on. Get writing."
Sheldon excitedly pulled a spare notepad out of his desk and grabbed a pen.
"I'll categorize them alphabetically, and then again by meaning." He decided out loud.
"Sounds good." Amy replied, as she peered over at the book.
Within seconds, she saw Sheldon scribbling, and smiled.
Way to keep the peace and get things done! She thought.
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A short while later, Sheldon looked up.
"I have listed some names up to the letter K," he said, "But there's something that I am unsure of."
"What's that?" Amy asked.
"How will we decide which baby gets which name?"
Amy raised her eyebrows.
He has a point!
"I'm not sure." She admitted. "We don't even know if they are going to be identical or not at the moment."
"They don't look identical from the 3D scans." Sheldon replied.
"We can't tell from that." Amy shook her head, "I guess we will just have to wait until they're born and find out then."
Sheldon blinked. "But I thought we were choosing names now?"
"Well we are, but we can make our final decision once they arrive."
"I wish they'd arrive now."
"I don't." Amy muttered.
Unfortunately for her, Sheldon's Vulcan hearing picked up what she said, and he shot her a shocked look.
"What!? Why?"
"I am terrified of going into labor and I am terrified about giving birth or having a C-section." Amy admitted. "I know I told you I'm scared, but the truth is I'm not scared…I'm terribly scared."
"What are you afraid of?" Sheldon asked softly, snaking an arm around his wife.
"The pain, how long it will take, will they make it? Will I make it? Will you freak out and faint or run out of the room?…" Amy replied, before pausing for breath.
"I can tell you the answer to the last one." Sheldon said. "No."
Amy smiled. "I'm looking forward to when they are here, but not giving birth." She admitted, "And I think I'll miss being pregnant."
"Really?"
"Yeah…It feels nice to have a life inside of me. Or in this case, two lives. Ones that we created together, and I can feel them moving and growing..."
"Well…You can get pregnant more than once…" Sheldon replied, not making eye contact.
Amy stared at him. "Wait, are you suggesting…?"
From the look on her husband's face, she knew exactly what he was suggesting.
"We are about to have twins! Do we really want any more children? What if I fall pregnant with another set of twins?" She frowned.
"I was only making a suggestion." Sheldon replied, quietly. "I like when you're pregnant too. Even though your moods change, and you get emotional, I quite like how close and connected we are. I love being able to kiss or touch your stomach and feel the babies move."
"I like that too." Amy nodded, "And when you talk to them. You've become like a whole different person since I fell pregnant, yet you've also kind of remained the same."
"There's one thing I haven't done yet, which I'd like to do." Sheldon confessed.
Amy frowned at him. "What's that?"
Sheldon leaned down right near Amy's baby bump and took a deep breath.
"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr."
He dropped a kiss on her stomach and sat back up, where he found Amy staring at him wide-eyed.
"You are perfect!" She said, lunging at him with a kiss.
Sheldon was shocked at first, but he wrapped his arms around her and tilted his head slightly, responding to Amy's kiss.
She intensified it, until they were breathing heavily, aroused.
Within moments, Amy had taken the throw off the back of the couch and draped it over the both of them, tugging at the zip on Sheldon's pants.
Once they were both undressed, Scooby whined from his basket.
"You might not want to stay in here, Scooby." Amy warned.
The Fox Terrier immediately bolted into the back of the apartment, as Sheldon flipped Amy so that he was on top, kissing her hard and gliding his tongue across her lower lip.
Amy guided him into her, and moved her hips up to meet his.
Letting out a moan, Sheldon stopped her. "Don't let me go too deep…The babies…"
"Okay." Amy replied, bringing her hips back down again and letting Sheldon take over.
He pushed himself into Amy some of the way, before pulling almost all the way out again, and repeating.
He leaned down on his front, and lightly pressed his body down onto Amy's so that their skin touched, placing one hand onto the side of her bump, stroking lightly.
Amy reached around, grabbing Sheldon's butt tightly, bringing him closer.
Sheldon kissed all the way from Amy's lips and planted kisses on her neck, collarbone and her breasts.
Amy felt herself getting close, and moaned loudly.
"Oh God Sheldon…I'm going to…" She trailed off as she and Sheldon climaxed together, moaning and breathing heavily.
Once they had calmed down, Sheldon removed himself from Amy's body, kissing her lovingly.
She felt movement from inside her stomach and looked down.
"I wasn't the only one who enjoyed that!" She grinned.
Sheldon looked at her, horrified. "Amy!"
"What?"
"That's it. As much as it pains me to say this, no more coitus until they are born!" Sheldon said firmly.
"But…"
"No buts."
Amy huffed and rolled her eyes, as she and Sheldon lay together quietly, with him softly stroking her bump.
There was silence for a few moments, until Sheldon looked down at her.
"How exactly did we get from me singing Soft Kitty to having intercourse?"
Amy just raised her eyebrows and smiled cheekily.
"Vixen." Sheldon muttered.
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