It was quiet in the room for a while.

The twins didn't cry or wail after the nurse left, both seeming rather content where they were. Heather sat up a bit, trying not to move them around so much, but after a while, the babies seemed heavier and heavier. Little Joseph started whining soon after, and Heather's heart tugged, part of her feeling terrible that she'd accidently woken up her son.

"Shh, shh," she whispered, rocking him, "Mommy's here, mommy's got you."

Here was a sudden chill in the room that had Heather freezing, something that the twins noticed - each letting out their own panicked whimpers. Looking up, however, Heather caught sight of a wide eyed Edie - something that made her relax and even let out a laugh.

"I know, I know. It surprised me too. I mean - twins," she continued to laugh, before trying to motion her to come over. "Edie, meet your grandkids."

At the speed of light, Edie was sitting on the bed, near Heather's legs, and her eyes were filled with tears. She leaned over, gazing at them with such love - it really made Heather wish Edie could hold them. "Meine Kostbaren," she whispered in an oh so soft voice, "Sie sind perfekt."

Edie looked away from the twins, as she asked, "Have you named them?"

"Yes, Joseph James and Charlotte Edie." She hadn't gotten used to calling by their names just yet, and part of her worried that she'd named them too fast (after all, it had taken a whole month for her own father to name her - but that was a different story). Heather blinked in confusion when she heard Edie scoff. "The middle name is fine, liebe," Edie claimed, waving her hand dismissively, "I am not fine with the first names."

Before Heather could say anything, Edie looked back down at her grandchildren, cooeing, "No, no. You do not look like a Joseph and Charlotte. You look like - " Edie paused to think, before a smile grow, " - like a Pietro and Wanda."

Heather wrinkled her nose. "Where did you come up with those names?" Edie shrugged. "I always liked those names. But I am serious. Little Pietro and Wanda. Adorable, yes?"

"I already told the nurse what their names were," Heather explained, but Edie shook her head. "I wanted to name Erik 'Max' for the longest of time. See? Parents change their minds all the time." At the mention of Erik, Heather's stomach sank. "How is he?" She asked softly. Edie glanced at Heather, before letting out a sigh. "He - Something has changed in him. The man I see and the boy I remember - they are not one."

"The blonde woman - I don't remember her name but she is not good for him. He listens to her too much. She is - she is very similar to Shaw or Schmidt or whoever he really was."

"Does he know about - "

" - No. If he does, he shows no sign." The silence that flew over them was thick and it took a while for Edie to finally break it. "I should go back. Even - even if he has changed, he is my son." Edie leaned down and placed a kiss on the twins' foreheads. Looking back up at Heather, a smile had returned to Edie's face as she said, "Take care of my little Pietro and Wanda." Heather rolled her eyes playfully, just as Edie leaned forward and placing a kiss on Heather's forehead as well. Pulling away, the woman whispered, "Sei stark," before vanishing right before her very eyes.

Heather had to put the twins down on the bed to wipe the tears falling from her eyes.


As if fate itself was yelling at her, the same nurse entered the room not even 10 minutes later.

She checked Heather's vitals, as well as the twins, before asking if there was anything else Heather needed. She had to decide now, there was never going to be another time like this. While Pietro and Wanda seemed a little out dated, it was a wonderful way for Edie to be apart of her grandkids' lives - especially since they'd never really get to see her.

"Actually, yes, yes, you can," Heather called out nervously, before swallowing and continuing, "I - Can I change their names?"

The nurse's happy demeanor faded, as her eyes narrowed. "I guess so."

The change surprised and kind of scared Heather, but she kept going. "I'd like to, uh, change the boy's name to Pietro James and the girl's name to Wanda Edie. Please."

It took a while - the nurse returned with two new birth certificates, mumbling something about paperwork being the worst thing about this job, and asked how she wanted it spelled, and who the father was, before finally having her sign it - but by the end of it, Heather felt a little calmer.

Maybe it was the hormones or Edie's visit making her an emotional mess, but she swore that she saw Pietro and Wanda smile when the nurse said their names were official.


"Woah, why is there two of them?"

For some reason, Heather just knew Sean would be the one to make the obvious observation. The four boys piled into the room quickly, each wanting deseprately to see their new honorary niece or nephew, but they all came to a halt when they saw Heather holding two babies.

"Believe me, I was just as surprised," Heather laughed, and Alex's eyes widened. "Twins," he whispered, like he was terrified of raising his voice, "Oh my god, you - twins."

Alex was the first to make his way to Heather's bedside, with Charles and Sean quickly following behind. Heather reached out, placing Wanda in Charles' arms, and - and Charles looked at her with his big, blue eyes with such curiosity and hope, and Sean was leaning over Charles' wheelchair, looking at the little girl like she was a Christmas present.

She gave Pietro to Alex, a grin on his face, as he started talking to the little boy. "Hey, buddy. I can't wait to teach you how to play football. You'll do great, I just know it." Heather glanced away from her kids, towards Hank, standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed. "Yo, Beast," Alex said, something that Hank didn't look too happy about, "You wanna hold him?"

Hank looked like he was internally panicking, so Heather decided to take things into her own hands. She took Pietro from Alex's arms before motioning Hank to sit. Once seated, she sat up further - something that hurt terribly, god, she was so sore - and said, "Hold your arm out like this." He hesitanted, but did so, and Heather slowly placed Pietro inbetween his elbow.

Pietro whined softly and Hank froze, but the baby's tiny fist grabbed a hold of the blue fur, making no further sounds of protest. Hank held him lightly, seemingly afraid that any amount of strength could hurt the boy in his arms, but he was slowly starting to warm up to him.


So, yeah, I had this planned from the beginning but when I was writing the last chapter, I was hesitanting - so I gave the kids' new names and decided to just keep those names.

Ha.

No.

I then looked into my file with all the things I have saved for Calling All Angels and realized that (SPOILER) Erik and Heather's first kid is named Charlotte. So.

I decided to go back to my original idea.

Also, sorry that it took me over a month to get this written. I had a whirlwind romance in that month (I say that because we dated for 3 weeks before we broke up - boys are weird, relationships are weird), and I was away from my laptop for a lot of it.