~Jonny's POV~

A month had passed since Chris had come back to London, and since it was almost Christmas, I decided to give him the best gift I could possibly offer him.

I had talked to my mum about it, and she told me that she would do her best to help out. So, even though the property was under my name, my mum had paid for two years rent at the flat, and I was so proud of myself for organizing such an ordeal.

However, the logistics of it, I was still trying to work out. I was considering dropping out of school, as the twins would be born in April and I'd miss at least that month and May of school recovering and wanting to spend time with my new children. Plus, I wouldn't want to leave Chris alone to take care of two infants for ten months. It was unfair to him.

Guy had dropped out last month. He had faith in our band, especially with news of Chris' return to the band. Our songs did improve, and the deadline for the album was extended to the year 2000. The record company suggested that we put out another EP before then, preferably in 1999, according to them.

My dad told me that I should stay in school, that I had a very bright future as an aerospace engineer or astronaut, but I told them that my true passion was music, and if I had to drop out to do so, then I would. Of course, music was only part of the reason why I wanted to drop out, but I didn't want to remind my parents of my irresponsibility. Of course, I hadn't known that I would get pregnant, but sex was irresponsible still.

However, I didn't let my anxieties control me when I knocked on the door of Chris' dad's house on the night of December 21st. Chris wasn't expecting me and it was late, but I was beyond excited when he answered, clad in plaid pajama bottoms and a gray t-shirt. I could tell that he had gotten a haircut that day, as his usually curly hair was now straight and much thinner looking than usual.

I grinned at him. "Good evening, Chris," I greeted.

He gave me a confused look and I giggled. "Jonny? It's 1 AM and everyone's asleep. What are you doing here?"

"Don't act like you were sleeping," I argued with a laugh.

He laughed with me. "Alright, you got me. But really, what are you doing here?"

I smiled. "Bring your guitar and come with me," I told him, walking back towards Phil's car, which I more or less stole for the night.

Chris did as I asked him to and got into the passenger's seat of the car, looking a bit confused. "Jonny, what are we-"

"You'll see! Just enjoy the ride."

He laughed. "I'm not sure if I can. I'm so curious!"

I didn't grab his hand since both of them were on the wheel, but I did sneak a quick look at him. He was staring out the window dreamily, and I could only imagine what was going on in that crazy mind of his. In the last month, we'd gotten to know each other a lot more, and I learned how crazy he can be at times. His ideas are wild, but when he's passionate about something, his beautiful blue eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, bringing ease to my soul. His perky personality and everlasting positive attitude made me fall in love with him every day all over again.

When we reached the flat, I parked Phil's car and grabbed my guitar. "Coming?" I asked with a grin, and Chris just looked at me strangely.

"Jonny, you know I love you, but why are we at a random flat complex in the middle of the night?" Chris asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"You'll see!" I insisted, bringing him into the lobby. We took the stairs up to the second floor, and I took him to the door that led into our new home.

"Jonny, what on earth is going on?"

I grinned. "Chris, I would like to welcome you to your new home."

He was still confused until I took out the keys into the flat. His entire face lit up with excitement and shock as I unlocked the door and he looked inside at the emptiness. "Jonny, did you really rent out a flat for us?" He asked me, and I grinned.

"Two years worth! It will be a perfect place to raise two children," I said, and his eyes instinctively moved down to my stomach, to a baby bump that was definitely noticeable at this point.

Chris nearly squealed in excitement, but remembering that other people were sleeping in the building, he wrapped me in an excited hug instead. "You're truly the most perfect boyfriend in the entire world, did you know that?" He told me.

I chuckled. "The only thing special about me is that I'm able to handle two children growing in my belly and a wild boyfriend," I joked.

Chris laughed. "You're also the most sexy vegetarian in the whole wide world."

He leaned into my lips and bit them gently, requesting access into my mouth. I moaned and accepted graciously, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue. I used my own tongue to press against his own, making him moan and soon my body was pressed against the wall, reminding me of the night we had spent together before he had left. "Jonny Boy, is it possible to have sex with a man who's five months pregnant?" Chris asked playfully, but with a look of lust and desire in his eyes.

I smirked. "I don't know, but looks like you're going to be the first one to find out."

He immediately dived into me then, making want him more and more, and he performed even better the second time. We were both more comfortable this time, but we also had a bed to work with. He was careful not to disturb my baby bump, which definitely complicated things, but still managed to preform well.

When we were both left panting and out of breath from our outbursts, he rolled over and kissed my stomach before grabbing my hand. "We're going to be great dads," he whispered, clearly tired from our late-night shenanigans.

I nodded. "There's no one else who I'd rather have my kids with," I told him truthfully. Even before I thought it was possible, I knew that I wanted Chris to be the father of my children. Though I thought we would be forced to adopt, I was happy nonetheless to have met such a beautiful, caring, and talented person, whom I knew would be the best father that I could ask for.

"I love you, Jonny Boy," he told me with a final kiss to my lips. "And don't you ever forget that."

The next morning, I woke up so grateful that I could spend our first night in our new flat together in bed. Of course, we still had to move in, but it was a great warm up to our cozy, new home.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Chris said, his hand resting on my stomach and his legs entangled with mine. His face was close to mine and I smiled at him.

"Good morning, my love." I kissed him gently and grinned. I was sleeping next to the love of my life.

We laid there for awhile before I finally suggested that we get up and go be productive. "Uggggggghhh but I don't wanna leave your side," Chris whined.

I giggled. "Just think, Chrissy. Pretty soon we'll get to do this every day."

He smiled. "Including Christmas?" He asked hopefully.

I sighed. "I don't think so, love. Not this year. I have to see my family."

He smiled. "It's ok, J. I'm sure your parents will want to see your pregnant belly."

I chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure they'd be so curious to see how fat I've become."

Chris laughed. "I told you that eating chocolate while your pregnant wasn't a good idea!"

I sat up and humphed playfully. "Well fine, if that's how you're going to be..."

Chris laughed again and wrapped his large arms around me. He kissed my cheek playfully and I leaned into his embrace. "Oh Jonny, you know I think you're beautiful no matter how big you get!"

"You'd better, otherwise you'd surely ditch me when I can't fit through the door!"

Chris kissed me again, more serious this time. I kissed him back and refused to break our kiss. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone, I realized. I had never felt this feeling for anyone else before, except maybe by brother, but even my love for him hadn't stretched as far as never wanting him to leave my side.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, rubbing my hands down his back, reliving the scenes from last night. "Fuck, Jonny, you're so good," Chris whispered. We pulled away from each other and I smiled.

"We really need to go do stuff," I said with a chuckle. "I'm starving."

"Do we have anything to eat?" Chris  asked.

I shook my head. "Not yet. I was planning on surprising you with a fancy breakfast from the restaurant down the street, but I kind of gave up up on trying to surprise you," I said, giggling.

We stood up, our naked bodies being exposed to the empty, cold air of the flat. We shivered. "I didn't bring a change in clothes," I said, blushing.

Chris laughed. "We could always just walk to the the restaurant naked."

I chuckled. "I don't think the public would really appreciate that!"

"Well then, we'll just have to wear our pajamas."

"You mean you'll have to wear your pajamas. I'll be wearing trousers and a t-shirt," I teased.

"Didn't you say we're going to a fancy restaurant?" He asked with a chuckle, putting on his plaid pajama bottoms.

I laughed. "They won't mind, so long as we can pay!" I countered, and he agreed.

Once we were dressed, we made our down the street towards the restaurant, some people stealing glances at us as we held hands, but I didn't mind, and I doubt that Chris did either. We didn't stop smiling, perhaps giving away that we were a couple. I wondered if people suspected that I was pregnant. My belly was surely noticeable by now, though I didn't know if people actually thought that blokes could get pregnant, and if they just thought I was a fat, young lad.

When we arrived at the fancy restaurant, we must have looked abominations, because the entire restaurant looked in our directions. Two blokes holding hands, one clad in only his pajamas and the other the size of a watermelon. I giggled at the thought of us.

"Uh... may I help you, sirs?" The host asked us. Chris nodded at me, telling me that he wanted me to do the talking.

"Yes, sir, can we get a table for two?"

"Do you have reservations?"

I looked back at Chris grinned. "Yes, sir, I do."

Chris' eyes widened. I loved giving him surprises, even if it was one as simple as taking him out to breakfast.

"Name, sir?"

"Buckland."

I squeezed Chris' hand and imagined us married, Bucklands or Martins. Either way, it didn't matter, I just wanted to share the same name as him. My thoughts grew sad, however, as I came to terms with the fact that we could never be married, at least not in England.

"Right this way, sir."

I dragged Chris behind me, following the host upstairs to our table, not able to shake the sad truth from my mind. We would share a house, and twins together, but we would still never be able to share a name together.

The host sat us down at our table and promised that he'd be back with our waiter momentarily to place our drink orders. "So you make reservations to a fancy restaurant, then forget to bring fancy clothes for our date?" Chris teased. "Your so forgetful, Jonny Boy."

I gave him a small smile. "If I had worn a tuxedo to our flat, it would have been a little suspicious, don't you think? I wanted to surprise you, you silly bloke."

Chris laughed, but his features creased with worry when he noticed that I was feeling low. "J, what's the matter?"

I looked up at him and my smile fell from my face. "I'm just sad that we'll never be able to share a last name with each other. We'll be forced to decide whether we want our kids to be Bucklands or Martins, when truly, I just want us all to be a family." I looked through the drink menu, uninterested.

"Aw, Jonny," he grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "Just because we can't share a last name doesn't mean we won't be a family. You're the love of my life, as I'm sure the twins will be as well. Yes, they'll either be Bucklands or Martins, but it doesn't make us divided as a family. I'm always going to love you, no matter what. You can't count on it." He smiled at me reassuringly, immediately picking up my mood.

"I just wish that you and I better opportunity at a better life," I said quietly, maintaining Chris' hushed tones.

He smiled that crazy grin of his. "Imagine what it'll be like when the band gets big," he said, making me laugh. "We'll be famous and have more money than we'll know what to do with!" He looked at me lovingly, with a goofy grin on his face, and I knew that he truly believed it.

"Guy will spend it all on hair products," I joked, but part of me suspected that it could be true, making me laugh harder.

"Will will spend it on more steroids," Chris said, making me crack up with laughter, the other people around us staring at us if we were crazy.

"And Phil will spend it on a girlfriend!"

We were in stitches, and though we were enjoying ourselves, I felt bad when an older couple got up and left in annoyance at our rude behavior and horrible manners. "We should probably settle down," I suggested, wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

Chris nodded, and we could both tell that our waiter was already annoyed with us when he came upstairs to take our order. He scolded us for being so rowdy and threatened to kick us out if we didn't settle down. He took our drink orders, then quickly took our meal orders. Both Chris and myself ordered a big breakfast, and when our food was brought to our table, we scarfed it down quickly, as if we hadn't eaten in days.

"Jesus Jonny, get enough yet?" Chris teased as I scraped bits of food off the side of my plate.

"Hey, I've got three people to feed three people. What's your excuse?"

He laughed. "Touché, J."

When we were finished with our meals, we left a tip a bit larger than our waiter deserved, as he was extremely rude, but he also had to deal with us for an hour, so we decided to be kind.

We didn't walk immediately back to the flat, instead we decided to go to Heath and take a walk.

It was a bit chilly, but we didn't mind. It was almost Christmas, and I wanted to spend every moment of my free time with Chris.

We walked hand in hand through the park, not saying much of anything. However, I knew that we had things to talk about, specifically about my schooling.

"Chris?" I began, not really sure how to start. "I'm dropping out of school."

He stopped and looked at me. "Why, Jonny?" There was no anger or disappointment in his voice, just pure concern and confusion.

I sighed. "A couple reasons, actually." I started walking again and pulled Chris closer to me. "Firstly, I didn't know if I was going to be able to focus on school. I'd have to take awhile off to take care of the kids, and at that point, I would have missed so much class, I didn't know if it was worth it." The sun was now over our heads, our shadows the at the longest length that they would get that day. Chris didn't look at me as we spoke, but by the stressed look on his face, I knew that he was listening.

"Secondly, I thought it was unfair to you to leave you alone with two kids all day, when we're supposed to raise them together. I would feel like I'm missing out on watching my kids grow up, and I don't want to miss their lives at all."

Chris stopped again and motioned for me to sit next to him under an oak tree, whose branches were large enough to shade us adequately. I did so, and paused to take in the beautiful scenery before me. I rested my head on Chris' chest and prayed to God that he would never leave me again. "Lastly, I'm going to school for something that I'm not passionate about anymore. Music is my passion. I truly believe that our band is going to get big someday. Even if it doesn't, I'd be happy being poor as long as I can continue to make music with my best friends and my boyfriend."

He smiled and kissed me, not letting go of me. "I'll support you no matter what, Jonny Boy."

God, could life get any better?

"It's really starting to get chilly, we should get back to the flat," I said, my arms beginning to chill despite wearing a jacket.

"Aw, but I don't want to move," Chris whined. "I'm so comfortable just holding you in my arms."

I wondered then what it would feel like to hold a baby in my arms. I had never held a baby before, and I wondered what it would feel like. I knew Chris had experience at it. Would he teach me how to hold it? Surely I couldn't mess it up too badly.

"What are you thinking about, J?" He asked me, poking my stomach.

I smiled. "How badly I could fuck up holding a child," I said.

He laughed. "Surely not that badly. Besides, you'll get used to it."

I nodded, before standing up. "Come on, love. I'm going to get frost bite if we continue to stand here!" The smile never left my face.

"Well, we can't let that happen, now can we?" He stood up and unexpectedly, he swooped me off of my feet and began walking.

"Surely you don't mean to carry me all the way back to the flat like this," I chuckled.

"I can and I will."

He only managed to make it halfway before he gave up and put me back on the ground. "Too heavy for you?" I teased.

"Hey, I can pick up one, maybe even two, but three people is just too many for even me to handle," he said, unable to retain a straight face.

We laughed and walked back to our new home, fingers intertwined and a melody running through my head.

As if he could read my mind, he asked, "Are you feeling as musically inspired as I am?"

I grinned. "How did you know?"

"You're glowing with inspiration, Jonny Boy," he said, poking my stomach again.

When we arrived back at the flat, we both immediately picked up our guitars. "Should we go into separate rooms?" I asked.

Chris nodded. "I'll be back soon that I promise will blow you away, Jonny Boy." He kissed my forehead and left the room with his acoustic. I grabbed my Telecaster and sat on the floor of what was soon going to be the living room. I strummed the chords that had come into my mind from out of nowhere, and I was grateful that Chris was back so that I didn't have to worry about writing lyrics anymore. I just let the music flow through my fingertips, onto my guitar, and out into the stale air of the empty flat. I had always found music to be a relief to my soul. Whenever I played music, I felt free, like all of my troubles had been lifted from my shoulders and had flown away, out of reach for at least the duration of the song.

When I had finished playing what I had written, I sighed in relief and smiled, when I suddenly felt a tap against my stomach.

What the...?

I looked down, and felt the tap again. I saw it, too, as a small part of my stomach extended out from the rest of my body.

Holy shit, I thought. One of them kicked!

As soon as the realization hit me, I jumped off of the floor. "Chris!" I called loudly. "Chris!"

I was bouncing on my heels with anticipation, but when Chris saw me, he looked nervous and worried. "Jonny? What's wrong? Please tell me nothing bad happened!"

I grinned and his features relaxed. "Chris, please put your hand on my stomach."

He looked at me confused, but as soon as he did so, him and I both felt a little kick and his eyes widened. "Jonny!"

His grin slowly grew and I grabbed his hand. "There was a kick! One of them kicked!"

I didn't notice that I was jumping up and down until Chris willed me to stop. "Oh Jonny! We're so close to being dads! So close!" He kissed my lips, then down to my belly. "We still haven't picked out names!" He realized suddenly.

I nodded. "Would you like to pick names now, love?"

He grinned. "I think now would be a great time to pick names."

We sat on the bed of the flat for awhile and thought of the possible scenarios. Two girls, a girl and a boy, or two boys. We decided to pick our favorite boy and girl names first, names that we knew one of our children would most definitely have. "I think my favorite girl name is Maxine Rose," I said, and Chris nodded in agreement.

"What about your favorite boy name?"

I shrugged. "I like Joseph Anthony."

"Really? I liked Jonah Alexander better."

"Jonah sounds too much like Jonathan, and that's our sacred name."

Chris smiled. "That's very true. What about Joshua Andrew?"

"We can keep that as our second boy name."

He nodded. "Okay, so we have Maxine Rose and Joseph Anthony as our main names, and Joshua Andrew as our secondary boy name. What about a secondary girl name?"

I smiled. "What about Autumn? Since that was when we... you know." I giggled. "Autumn Grace."

"I like it, let's go with it."

We wrote the names down, though we knew that we wouldn't forget them. Maxine Rose and Autumn Grace. Or Maxine Rose and Joseph Anthony. Or Joseph Anthony and Joshua Andrew. We were absolutely thrilled about the names and how they had already begun kicking.

"Would you like to hear the song I wrote?" Chris asked. I had totally forgotten about it with everything that had happened with the babies.

"Of course, love! I would love to!"

He smiled, and took out his guitar. He started playing, his fingers seeming to already have the chords in his muscle memory.

I closed my eyes and imagined the stars in the sky. How our love was brought together by fate, or an act of God. If I hadn't wanted to be an astronaut as a child, or if I had been accepted into Cambridge University, where I had wanted to go, then I never would have met Chris, or Phil, or Dave, or Guy and Will. They were my best friends, and Chris was the love of my life. How could I ever remember life without them? They were too important to me now.

Chris finished the song and I took a deep breath before opening my eyes. "It was... beautiful, Chris. It's too beautiful for the EP. We should save it for the album."

He smiled. "Of course, we'll have to play it for the rest of the guys..."

I nodded and smiled, suddenly not able to resist him. I grabbed him and pressed his face to mine, not wanting to let go.

You make my life perfect.