Thank you all so much for the great feedback! It is very helpful :) I'm glad that you are enjoying, and I hope that you continue to enjoy it. I'm not sure how long this is going to end up... I honestly don't have the next part thought out completely. I have a few ideas for what I want to do with it, but some spots are not quite there yet. So there may be a delay in the next part.


Luke ran down the hallway in the hospital. He'd been a two hours out of town, headed back towards Arcadia when Chloe had called and told him Grace was in labor, and was asking for him. He was just thankful there hadn't been any cops around, as he sped the entire way back.

He came to a screeching halt when he saw Chloe standing with who he assumed was her father, outside of a room. "Where is she?" Luke asked panting slightly.

"In there..." Chloe told him and Luke burst into the room.

Grace was laying on her side, sobbing quietly, her knees pulled up, cradling her into the fetal position. "Grace?" He asked and she jerked her head up.

"Luke." She whispered and held her hand out towards him. The pain wasn't quite as bad now that he was with her.

Luke moved towards her and took a hold of her hand, then with his other hand he brushed her hair back from her face. "Hey. You okay?"

"It hurts. God Luke please make it stop." She begged, gripping his hand tightly.

"I will don't worry, it'll be okay Grace." He murmured soothingly to her, still stroking her hair from her face. Then he looked at one of the nurses in the room. "What is going on?" He demanded to know.

"She went into labor, we tried to delay it, but it didn't work, one of the babies is breech, we're going to have to perform a c-section."

"Why haven't you given her anything for the pain?" He barked.

"Sir, you'll have to calm down if you wish to stay in here. We have given her something for the pain."

Luke growled quietly before focusing back on Grace's face. "Hey, you're going to be okay." He told her, kneeling down to make his face level with hers, to look into her eyes. "The baby will be okay too." Then it hit him. The nurse said 'babies.' He jerked his head back up and looked at her. "Babies?"

"Twins." A smile tugged at Luke's lips before looking back at Grace.

"Twins?" Confusion passed over Grace's face. Twins? She hadn't wanted to know anything from the doctor, just that her baby was healthy. "No wonder I'm so fat." She whispered.

"You're not fat Grace, you're beautiful." Luke pressed his lips against her forehead. Several minutes later a doctor came in to check on Grace, and then told them that the operating room was ready.

Luke held gently rocked the sleeping little girl, while Grace's son slept in the hospital crib. And while Grace slept on the bed. Were they his kids? Did he care? Not really. He was in love the second that the little girl opened her eyes part way, and looked at him.

Grace woke up slowly. Her mind felt foggy, like all the drugs they'd given her over the course of the several hours she'd been in pain were finally kicking in, all at once. She saw Luke, his back was to her, and he was rocking slightly. She blinked her eyes several times and watched as he turned around, with her child in his arms. Twins. She remembered him saying they were twins... One boy and one girl. The boy was ... three minutes older.

"You're awake." Luke's voice was soft and Grace nodded slightly.


"Do you want to hold your daughter?" Grace smiled and took the little girl from him and held her gently against her chest while Luke went to go pick up her son.

"She's beautiful."

"She looks like you." Luke responded sitting down in the chair beside her bed. "Did you pick out names for them?" He asked when she didn't look at him.

"I... didn't know it was twins... I told the doctor not to tell me anything other than if the baby was healthy." Luke nodded slightly. "But I had names for a boy and for a girl..."

"What are they?"

Grace bit her lip. "For the girl I thought Hannah Elyse..." Luke nodded.

"That is a good name."


"What about the boy?"

"Aaron Lucas." There was a long moment of silence before Luke spoke again.

"Grace... I don't care if they are mine or not. I love you, and I want you to be part of my life, I want your... our children to be part of my life."

"What about Glynis?" Grace whispered, not taking her eyes off her daughter.

"I lied."


"I broke it off with Glynis before I came here... but I just... I got mad, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it. I don't want to be with her. I want to be with you."

"But they might not be-"

"Grace, I don't care."

"But I do." Grace told him quietly.

"So you'd rather the not have a father?"

"No... I... Luke will you... please. Get a paternity test done?"


"Because. I need to know." Luke sighed and nodded.

"Alright. But if they are mine... are you going to give us another chance?"

"I don't know Luke. Just please... have it done."

Luke left with a frown, taking Aaron with him. Grace watched him go, and gently rocked her daughter in her arms. "I love you sweetie... I really hope that Luke is your father... I don't know what'll happen if he's not." Moments later she dozed off to sleep, with Hannah sleeping sounding on her chest.

Luke scheduled the test, blood was drawn, and he cradled the boy against his chest as he screamed. Then the nurse told him that within a few hours they'd have the results. So Luke, to pass the time, decided to walk around the hospital, and hopefully calm Aaron down along the way.