"Georgia," Clark drawled while switching on the lights and I turned rigid.

I was caught red-handed, surreptiously stuffing frozen, crusty cupcakes while sitting by the fridge in the dark corner.

"Mmph I-I cagrrrnt hemnlp!" I exclaimed through my mouth stuffed with cupcakes and tears of choking streamed down my cheeks as I started beating my chest rapidly.

Clark immediately was crouched by my side, rubbing and patting my back while handing me a glass of water.

"You alright, Georgia? Do you need more water or anything else?" he asked in concern and I burst out in tears while trying to shove another cupcake in my mouth in pity which Clark gently took it from me.

"I don't even know why I'm crying!" I blurted out and Clark pulled me into his arms while muttering about how it was all going to be okay. I cried against him while clutching his t-shirt, unconsciously wiping my snot on it, but he cared less. He was busy trying to calm my raging hormones as I sniffed while complaining about how sweet and sexy he was being to me.

"Thank you for being such an amazing husband, Brownie. You were all over the place these last nine months and all I was-was nothing but a heartless bitch! I kicked you out of the house so many times, I-I sent you to the bakery over a thousand times late night in middle of heavy storms and you-you obliged. You poor lamb!" I burst out again and he laughed, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"It makes me happy to take care of you and make you happy," he whispered and I tried to suppress my grin.

"But what about that time when I was chasing you with a knife because I was so mad at you for making me pregnant with your Olympic swimmers! Hell, I'm still mad at you! Although, I nearly murdered you--- "

"God, I dreamt of this so much," Clark cut me off in a low voice and my forehead creased. "I always dreamt of you with my ring on, heavily pregnant with my children and by the kitchen fridge, stuffing food like tonight."

"You-You dreamt of this?" I asked in wonder and he kissed my forehead lovingly.

"Of course, I did. With you, I dreamt of many things the moment I laid my eyes on you," he mumbled against my hair and I grinned widely.

Clark parted his legs and I sat in between, leaned against his hard chest as he drew soft circles on my big belly. His other large hand held my left hand as he brushed my ring finger and hummed against my hair. I didn't want to get up, although we were sprawled on the floor because my body ached like a bitch and didn't want to leave his comforting embrace. I was never ready to get pregnant even though I was married and I would have never agreed, but here I was, almost twenty-six and pregnant.  The prospect of getting pregnant and remaining with a big belly for nine, whole months and popping babies from down there was so frightening, but I wanted to make Clark happy and seeing him happy, made me happy.

Besides, the babies were probably conceived when Clark and I were lost in an intense passion, backstage of Justin Bieber's lip-syncing concert. We had wasted two Vip tickets, but oh well. I guess because of that whenever Justin Bieber's songs blared through the radio, the babies kicked in protest.

"Let's go to sleep," Clark rasped while helping me up and I clinged to him tiredly.

"Darn these babies! I can't bear them anymore, come out you stubborn little . . . " I trailed off to find an appropriate curse word to yell at my babies, but could find none and that made me more angry. "Don't get cozy in there, daddy's brought nice, comfy cribs, so get out!"

"Georgia, they'll be out soon--- "

"Easy for you to say-oh." My eyes widened and Clark quickly inspected me. "I-I think the babies are coming! They heard me finally, thank goodness!"

"Georgia, are you sure--- "

"Yes, I'm damn sure! My water broke!" I barked and shoved him away to get out of the house. Clark watched me limp away and when realization hit him that this was it, he hurriedly dashed to pick up the bags.

"Georgia, are you okay?" Clark asked in concern and worry while helping me get in the car and I shrugged.

My contraction wasn't awful at all. I just felt a little pain here and there that I could endure. I never thought being in labour could be this easy, but realized that the pain was just exaggerated. It felt like my period cramps could be worse than this. Ha, I was so strong!

Clark raised his eyebrow and asked, "You're surprisingly taking this well."

"Pfft, I'm stronger than you think I am," I said bravely, but Clark didn't say anything and quietly drove to the hospital.

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"It's a false alarm," Doctor Natalie stated after inspecting me and I protested.

"Look carefully Nat, it's not a false alarm! I felt my water breaking!" I cried out at her and she laughed.

"It was just pee, George. Normally, in late pregnancies this does happen," she said nonchalantly and I huffed.

Clark talked to Natalie about my distress and she asked him to be more supportive and patient with me. I scowled and exited the hospital while cursing like a truck driver under my breath.

"Georgia, it's going to be alright," Clark tried to reassure me and I glared at him harshly.

"Honestly Brownie, stop-oh wait," I cut off mid-sentence when I felt liquid starting to trickle down my legs. "Shit, my water broke--- "

"Not again, Georgia. It's probably--- "

"No! It's true, my water broke!" I exclaimed fervently and Clark shook his head. I grabbed his collar in annoyance and yelled, "Look down, you ass! My water broke!"

We were standing right on the stairs of the main entrance of the hospital and although it was night, there were many people around. All heads turned towards us and Clark looked down to see an evident puddle below me. His eyes gleamed in happiness and I stood stiff in shock while the men around us scrunched their noses looking at the puddle and the women beamed at us, wishing us their best.

* * *

"Let this bloody thing out!" I cried out while trying to breathe and push at the same time. "This bloody thing better be worth it! I swear I--- "

"Breathe, Georgia," Clark whispered while holding my hand and it was almost soothing to me. Almost.

"You breathe, you ass! This is all your fault! Had you never entered my damn life and fucked me up-ah! Oh my God, Brownie! It's coming out! I can't! I can't do this without you! Don't ever leave me, I love you!" The first baby was almost there and I heard Doctor Natalie's distant voice.

The pain was blinding me and no pain in the world could compare to what I was feeling right now. My hips were literally cracking as I wailed loudly. The last month of my pregnancy had not been a pretty picture, I was heavily pregnant with my ankles swollen, my breasts so heavy and my ass bigger than Mount Everest.

With a last cry and push, I felt my energy drain and the baby came out. Everything turned obscure as Clark hovered over me, smiling widely and announcing that it was a baby boy. I tried to act surprised like him, although I already knew the sex of my babies. Clark wanted the sex of the babies to be a surprise, but I had secretly known them by contacting Natalie behind Clark's back. I felt guilty, but I was so curious. I wanted to be ready for either a small Clark or a small Georgia.

But my damn luck was so bad that we were getting both.

The baby boy was surprisingly not crying when it came out and Natalie had to gently smack his bum. Even then, the cries of him was soft and that just confirmed one thing- he would turn out like his cool, calm and collected dad, just like I predicted.

Meaning the next baby-the baby girl would turn out just like me.

The dread settled in me as I tried to sit up and Clark, Natalie and the nurses started to shout.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't get up!"

"Stay right where you are!"

"Georgia, what happened?" Clark asked between the panicked voices of the nurses and I cracked a weak smile.

"Let's come tomorrow to have the second baby, I can hold it till then," I said and I felt the crickets chirping sound because all of the people gathered in the room looked at me strangely.

"We can't do that." Natalie snorted in between her laughs, but I was not joking.

Noticing my determined expression, Clark said, "Georgia, it's--- "

"Not going to be okay! I'm so tired having Tommy and now I can't--- "

"We're not naming our boy Tommy."

"---with this. I'll pass out and die--- "

"Don't ever say that," Clark whispered darkly and staunchly and I stared at him. "You're not going to die and you're not going to leave me after how far we have come. Do you understand?"

I nodded quietly and just then I felt pain gripping my soul, I cried out, my voice raw and with a lot of efforts, pushes, screams and curses, the next and final baby came out.

She came out crying loudly and wildly, taking us all by surprise as to how much energy this tiny thing possessed, which confirmed one thing I predicted- she was going to turn out just like me. Well, then.

After resting for hours, I was still drained and beyond exhausted, but when I saw my two babies wrapped in soft clothes and on either arms of Clark, I smiled. Clark held the babies gingerly, afraid he might break the fragile, tiny sleeping figures and our eyes met. His light brown eyes were glassy, bags underneath his eyes and his hair disheveled while I looked no less terrible. But our faces were glowing brightly as we grinned at each other in pure happiness.

The happiness that I found in my family.

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A/N :

One more bonus chapter ahead.

[Ps : Justin Bieber fans, don't get offended lol. I liked a few songs of his like 'Love yourself.' Anyway, it was just light-hearted humour. I hope it's not too late to say sorry . . . Okay, I'm out of here]