I wake up at two in the morning...with sharp pains radiating my whole body. I bend over in pain as I scream out. Seconds later my mom is at my bedroom door. I look down at the floor and it looks like I peed all over myself...but in fact it was just my water...it broke."It's time...they are coming..." I gasp within telling her and then let out another groan.

"Ok...let's get you to the hospital." She helps me out to the car and yells at my dad to wake up. He drives us all the way there...speeding...going through all the red lights. My mom sits in the back seat with me and holds my hand. "You got this Bella....breath in....breath out..."

"It hurts so bad...oh my God..." I let out another scream.When we get there they both jump out of the car and they help me walk into to the emergency room. Nurses surround me and make me sit in a wheelchair. They roll me away to the back into the delivery room. They help me get out of my clothes and into a gown.

Pain shoots right through me and I almost fall over. I lay in the bed and they hook me up to machines. It all happens so fast. The doctor comes in and checks my cervix... I'm only dilated to a seven...So she smiles and says I need to get to a ten and I will be ready. What the hell...I am ready now...get them out of me.

They give me an epidural, telling me that it will help with the pain that I am having...as if...nothing will help in my opinion.Two hours later the doctor comes back in and checks me out. Yes...two freaking hours later.

"Isabella...you ready?"

"Hell yes...I have been ready." I cry out.

"Ok...let's start on pushing."

I give it my all...if that is possible. I don't feel anything from the waist down because the epidural has really kicked in. I push and push...and freaking push for what seems like eternity. I give one more push and out pops one..."It's a girl." The doctor says with a wide grin. "Ok...we got to do one more push...you got this ready..."

No not really but either way she comes seconds later. "Another girl...congrats." I lean back and gasp for air. I can't believe that just happened.

A cry let's out and then another cry on top of that one...two babies...crying. They place both up on my chest and I hold them so close to me. They are so freaking cute even though they are so ugly...is that possible at the same time to be cute and ugly. Two nurses come back over and take them to get them all cleaned up and then they get checked out...thankfully everything is fine. They hand them back over and I can't take my eyes off of them...both are so freaking amazing. I can't believe that I created these two.

They want me to get them to latch on to my breast and I try...it feels really awkward at first but then they get the hang of it and so do I. I let one milk on the right...and the other milk on the left. No one ever explained how that would feel and its really just an awkward feeling.

I finally come up with names...Heaven and Nevaeh, only because it's different. My parents didn't say a word about it. But all the nurses on the floor loved the idea. They show me how to change their diapers and once we go over the fundamentals they send me on my way. Just like that...no manuals...nothing. Only a few tips and that's supposed to make me a good parent...seriously I have no idea what I am doing here.

The ride home was fine...both in the cute little car seats that my parents went out and bought for them. We make it home and all is good. I want to tell Lucas that I had them but he was so mad the last time I saw him. It's not like he will ever see them anyway because I refuse to take them to the prison. By the time he does get out they will be in their teens.

Heaven and Neveah are the sweetest little girls ever. They both sleep all night long and most of the day. They rarely ever cry out and when one does the other will start up but it's only if they are hungry or need to be changed other than that they are like little angles. My parents let me stay in the house...but they don't really help out with anything.

I do all the feeding...changing...bathing them and putting them to bed. Every now and then I will catch my mom holding one but she can't ever remember who is who. They look so much alike. I really have to look at them closely.

My mom decided to take us shopping and we bought matching clothes just different colors. She spent massive amounts of money but never said a word about it, but then again it was all for the girls...not me. And besides having the new clothes will help all of us not to get them confused. I will have to admit sometimes it even helps me out. I don't know what I am going to do as they get older but hopefully by then I will just know who is who.

I just hope they never ask about their dad. I know they need to know and I know it is bound to happen one day in the future that they will meet him but I am not looking forward to it at all.