A few months had breezed by in the blink of an eye. Christmas came and gone where they spent the day with just one another, and the night with Sean and Kerry. It was magical and special, and it felt surreal to think that the next Christmas they'd be spending together, would be with their new arrivals.

AJ was seven months pregnant. Huge as a house, barely managing up and downstairs. When she hit five months, she felt like she just grew bigger with every intake of oxygen. She had no idea how exhausting it would be to walk around with such a large belly.

She'd just finished up from work on maternity leave. She had received lots of adorable and wonderful gifts from children in her class, and also lots of presents from the staff she worked with too. They were getting extremely close to meeting their bundles of joy, and at this point- waking up at five in the morning, craving a pizza, or getting out of breath just by walking up two stairs, or the fact she had to pee nearly ever half hour- she just wanted the babies out, and her body to be back to normal.

Punk was working right up to the birth, and was then going to take a month off when the babies came to help out at home, and to adjust to new parenting life around the house. He'd watched AJ over the past few months, develop what was once a cute, petite bump, to what now looked like a massive bowling bowl under her shirt. But she hadn't looked any more beautiful to him than she did now. She had a natural glow around her. He loved it.

The nursery was just about finished. It was painted a lemon colour like AJ suggested, which was good for boys or girls, or one of each like Punk was betting on. They had really gone all out and done everything they could to make the babies room look warm and cosy. Punks brother had bought the changing tables as a gift from him and Kerry, and AJ's mom had bought the cribs, all made of a rich oak wood that contrasted with the lemon walls. And of course then Punk and AJ added dressers, a rocking chair and cabinets that had collections of teddy bears lined up on them ready to be snuggled into and chewed.

"How are you?" Punk asked, getting home from work late on, having brought dinner home with him for he and AJ, unbuttoning his top button on his black shirt when he got in, watching her struggle to her feet from the couch, wearing shorts and one of his hoodies.

"I'm tired and hungry." She frowned, a frequent combination she had been feeling this past month of her pregnancy. She still had another two months to go.

"Yeah?" Punk frowned as he followed her into the kitchen. He didn't like the fact she was uncomfortable all the time, but he was trying his best to do all he could. If it meant staying up with her when she couldn't sleep, or letting her hog all the covers, or uncomfortably rest her bump into him without letting him move in bed, or if it meant he had to go to a twenty four hour store to buy her the weirdest of foods, he was doing all he really could.

He sat the take out bag on the counter as she got out plates for them, sitting them on the counter as he came over to her, placing his hand on her bump whilst she smiled up at him, "They've not stopped kicking all day." She laughed as he smiled.

"They never kick for me." He frowned, always missing the babies when they constantly kick. They done it so much, but when he came to feel and see what was going on in there, they were pretty quiet.

"They've stopped because food is here. Happy babies now. Happy AJ." She smiled up at him as he laughed, pressing a kiss on her cheek as she began opening up the chinese food he'd brought home, taking it over to the kitchen table with him as they tucked into their dinner for the night.

"We still haven't thought of names, Phil." She looked to her boyfriend as he nodded, knowing they hadn't discussed names for the twins yet.

"Well let's think now. What names do you like?" He asked her, "You know I'm easy. Like, I don't want to do this, you pick one name, I pick the other. Let's just decide on two together." He said as she nodded.

"Well I have a ton of girls names I like, but I have no clue for boys." She admitted to him, "I love Harleen." She told him with a sweet smile, "Permission to Harleen?" She asked. It was quite a struggle not knowing what they were having. It meant they had discuss lots of possible names.

"Harleen." Punk nodded, such beautiful name for their possible baby girl, "It's beautiful." He smiled.

"What about boys?" She asked him.

"I like Hayden for a boy. Or Caleb." He told her as she gasped, putting her hand on her chest and dropping her fork, telling him all he needed to know.

"Caleb." She aww'd, "That's beautiful. Where did you hear that?" She asked him.

"Those baby books you gave me last month, the ones you think I put in the trash? I actually took them to work. I read them on my lunch break. One of them had names at the back. Caleb stood out to me." He smiled as she smiled, eyes filling with tears as he shook his head, worried as to why she was crying.

"You're reading the books?" She asked him.

"Well I've actually read two already." He said, "I'm on the last one." He told her. He did care. He hoped she knew that. He was doing everything he could to experience himself and prepare himself for becoming a father, "But you know that no book is going to prepare or teach us for this? Right?" He said as she nodded.

"It doesn't matter that you read it to take the information in." She shook her head, "It shows you care." She smiled, "Thank you for being here. You… you don't have to be." She wiped her tears, not sure why she was even crying, knowing she was putting him in an uncomfortable position, "You could have left me when you found out, and you've been here, keeping me safe, keeping us safe." She smiled.

"Come here." He sighed, feeling uncomfortable that she was crying, leaving his food alone as she came round to him, sitting on his lap as he invited her on it, "I wouldn't leave you if I was promised all the money in the world." He told her, "You… these babies, it's something I never thought I needed, but now that I have it, I never realised how much I really did need it. How much I do need you." He said, "You don't have to cry, alright." He smiled as she laughed, feeling him wipe her tears.

"I'm sorry. I've been crying over a lot lately." She admitted as he laughed.

"I can see that." He smiled, "I love you. And I love you guys." He reached down and pressed a kiss on her tummy as she laughed, suddenly feeling some sharp kicks being delivered by the baby.

"Hey, look look..." She took his hand and pressed it on her tummy as he felt them kick. He'd felt them kick before when they first started, but ever since he'd seemed to have always been missing their kicking spells.

"Definitely boys." Punk laughed, "Damn." He smiled with amazement.

"It's probably because I've stopped eating." She laughed to herself, standing up from sitting on his lap, making her way back round to the chair she was sitting on, smiling across at him.

"We still need to think of two more possible names."

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