It's been FOREVER since I've updated this story, so I figured that I would just do a final short chapter to finish it off. I've only been writing Chuck and Blair (Gossip Girl) fanfictions lately so I may be a little out of touch with Ryan and Taylor's characters. If they seem a little out of character, that's probably why. I apologize if that is the case! Anyway, here's the last chapter of this story. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed!

Ryan looked down at his new baby daughter in his arms with a content smile. The identical twin girls had been born about an hour ago after an eight hour labor that had left Taylor completely exhausted. However, she wasn't too tired to get to know the two new additions to their family. She sat up in her hospital bed, cradling the other newborn in her arms lovingly. Taylor looked up at her husband and said gently, "Aren't they beautiful?"

"They are," Ryan agreed, glancing up at his wife with a smile. "Three girls," he remarked, shaking his head. "How are we going to raise three little girls without losing our minds?"

She chuckled, stroking the baby's cheek with her finger, "I'm sure we'll manage." She paused for a moment, before asking, "Are you disappointed that we had girls? I know that you were kind of hoping for sons-"

"Taylor," he interrupted, "I honestly could not be more thrilled to have two more beautiful girls."

"Good," she remarked happily, "Because they're certainly going to be a handful." Ryan nodded in agreement. "Just think of all the boys you're going to be fighting off when they're teenagers," she added with a smirk.

Ryan's eyes widened in alarm, "Boys?"

"Yep."

"No, no, no," he shook his head. "There will be no boys until they're thirty- maybe even thirty-five, we'll see how we go."

"I think that's a bit extreme, don't you?" Taylor asked with a chuckle.

Ryan shook his head, "Nothing is too extreme when it comes to our girls."

"Aw," she responded, her eyes filling with tears.

"Honey, why are you crying?" he asked, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead.

"You said our girls," Taylor sobbed happily. "We have girls Ryan."

"We have girls that need names," he pointed out, handing her a tissue from the box on the bedside table.

She sniffed, attempting to wipe her eyes with one hand, while holding the baby in her other arm. "Oh God," she murmered with a soft sob. "We haven't even discussed names yet. What have we been doing for the last nine months?"

"Don't worry," Ryan started, rubbing her back comfortingly, "We have plenty of time to pick out their names."

Taylor looked up at him and asked hopefully, "Do you have any ideas?" She looked down to the blonde baby is her arms, hoping that a name would come to mind.

He shrugged and admitted, "I have a few."

"Well you haven't discussed those with me," she retorted teasingly. "What are they?"

"I like Charlotte," Ryan replied, looking down to the sleeping bundle cradled in his arms.

She smiled and repeated softly, "Charlotte Atwood. I like it."

"This one is definitely a Charlotte," he commented, gesturing towards the baby he was holding with a nod of his head.

"How about Charlotte Kirsten Atwood?" Taylor suggested. Ryan looked up in surprise. "I think it would be a nice gesture. Kirsten would really appreciate it."

He smiled, before leaning down and asking his baby daughter softly, "What do you think of your name Miss Charlotte? Do you like it?"

"I think she does," Taylor nodded. "It's a beautiful name."

"Now we just need to name her sister," Ryan said, his eyes drifting down to their other newborn daughter.

Unlike her sister, the baby girl in Taylor's arms was wide awake and alert. Her blue eyes were looking around the room curiously and Taylor took that as a sign that this particular twin had taken after herself. She was always energetic, enthusiastic and eager to learn, qualities that this baby seemed to have inherited. She shifted the baby in her arms and wondered out loud, "What should we name you, baby girl?"

"Coming up with two sets of baby names is a challenge," he commented, trying to think of a name to suit the baby.

"I know," Taylor agreed. "Let's not go for rhyming names. I know people think it's cute to give twins rhyming names but the poor children will be teased constantly growing up."

"Nothing rhymes with Charlotte anyway," Ryan chuckled.

"Good point," she responded with a giggle. She gasped, a name suddenly coming to mind, "I know! What about Ava?"

"Ava Atwood?" he remarked, making a face. "Easy on the alliteration there Tay."

Taylor pouted, "But it's such a pretty name." She sighed, "Fine, no A names." She kissed the baby on the head and commented, "What a shame, I really liked April as well."

"What other names do you like?" Ryan asked. "Since I picked out Charlotte, you should get to pick out this baby's first name."

"Well we have an Emily and a Charlotte now," she started. "Emily, Charlotte and...Ava." She grinned as her husband rolled his eyes. "Ava is so perfect," she gushed. "Can we please name her Ava?"

He gave her a look that told Taylor that he was seriously considering giving in to her. "Hypothetically," Ryan began slowly. "If we were to name her Ava, what middle name would we give her?"

Taylor thought for a moment, before suggesting, "We could choose something Christmas-y since the twins were born on Chrismukkah?"

"Like what?"

"Holly, maybe?" she suggested. She struggled to come up with another Christmas-like name. "Noelle?"

Ryan made a face, "Eh."

"Well what do you suggest then?" Taylor asked with a sigh. "Our daughter needs a name."

"What about Grace?" he suggested after a moment of thought. "Ava Grace Atwood."

She grinned excitedly, "So we're sticking with Ava?"

Ryan returned the smile and responded, "Yes Taylor, I surrender." He peered down at the baby and commented, "She's obviously an Ava anyway."

"Thank you," Taylor responded as he leant over to kiss her. "I love Grace as a middle name by the way. Ava Grace works perfectly."

"So it's settled then?"

"It's settled," she agreed.

There was a knock at the door and the couple looked up to find Kirsten standing in the doorway with Emily in her arms. "Mommy! Daddy!" the toddler exclaimed, struggling against her grandmother, wanting to be put down.

"Someone is very eager to see you," Kirsten chuckled as she set Emily down. She ran towards Taylor's hospital bed, but stopped with a pout when she realized that it was too high for her to climb.

"Hi baby," Taylor smiled enthusiastically, reaching out to take the toddler's little hand.

"Up," Emily stated, looking to her father pleadingly. Ryan looked to Kirsten for help, seeing as his arms were currently occupied with holding Charlotte. She immediately lifted Emily up and set her down on the bed beside Taylor. "Mommy," Emily smiled.

"What do you think of the babies Emily?" Taylor asked, kissing the top of her daughter's head lovingly. "You're a big sister now, remember?"

"Sister?" she repeated.

"That's right," Ryan smiled, adjusting the baby in his arms so that his older daughter could see her. "This is Charlotte and that's Ava," he nodded towards the other baby. Emily looked between the two babies with a surprised look on her face.

"They're beautiful," Kirsten commented. Ryan and Taylor looked to her with matching smiles. "Congratulations."

"Thank you Kirsten," Taylor responded. "By the way, we named Charlotte after you. Her full name is Charlotte Kirsten Atwood."

The older woman looked surprised. "Really?" she asked, smiling warmly.

"It's my small way of thanking you for everything you've done for me over the years," Ryan explained. "I wish I could do more to show you how grateful I am-"

Kirsten shook her head and interjected, "This is more than enough. I'm touched." She gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek, before announcing, "I'm going to wait outside. You need some time alone as a family." He nodded and she left the room, leaving Ryan and Taylor alone with their three girls for the first time.

"How am I going to survive living with four girls?" Ryan chuckled, taking a seat at the end of Taylor's bed.

"You are extremely outnumbered," she remarked teasingly as Emily leant down to kiss Ava on the head. "Gently sweetie," she reminded the toddler.

"So, when are we trying for baby number four?" he asked, a smirk appearing on his face.

Taylor looked to him incredulously and retorted, "Hold your tongue mister."

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