A/N: Its me again…For the 3rd day in a row, and so far the creative inspiration vats haven't dried up yet, so Im gonna let it all flow out…Of course, That may have something to do with the fact that my review count has almost doubled in the past 2 days…all I can say is keep 'em comin! Thank you to all my reviewers though, you guys are AWESOME! But yes the competition for Max and Fangs babies gender and names is still out there, and I will try to disclose it fairly soon, so make sure you voice your input!

Chapter 6

Iggy's POV

I rolled over and looked at Ella, who was staring back at me. One of the, no BOTH, of the babies was crying. Again, for the billionth time that night. We sighed and rolled out of bed to the nursery. I fed one and she fed the other. No, I was not breastfeeding, I am a MAN. We decided on formula because it would be easier with twins. Ella burped the baby and set her back down. I followed suit. We went back to bed. Suddenly Ella rolled over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you."

"Uh huh."

"No really, thanks."

The babies started crying. We rolled over and out of bed.

Nudge's POV

On the phone:

I was sitting up and painting my toenails for probably the last time in forever.

"Well, I understand but the baby changes everything. You need to come here, because I'm not flying back to Paris."

"What do you want me to do? Quit work, drop everything, just so we can be together?"

"Yes, this our baby we are talking about." I said. He was my husband, wasn't he supposed to be here anyways?

"Nudge, we didn't WANT a baby, remember? It just—happened."

"Whether or not we wanted—shoot." I spilled the polish all over the floor. "Whether or not we wanted a baby we are going to have one, and this baby WILL have a father. And if that means you quitting and flying here, then that's what you will do."

"No, Nudge. I'm not."

I sat up and bit my lip. "So you're leaving me?"

"Well, saying it like that, it makes me sound like a jerk. But yes, I guess in short, that's what's happening."

I know I should have felt bad about it, but I didn't. I had gotten drunk and married some guy I had only met a few days before. And here I was with his baby, and he didn't care. Well, good. If he doesn't care I don't want him here. I hung up the phone and set it down on the counter and finished cleaning up my mess.

Then I realized what I had done. I was left on my own with a baby and a job I didn't know could support us. Sure, I had my own apartment, but how long could I keep paying rent with a child?

Now the tears started the well up and I balled.

A/N: sorry this chapter was so short and sad, but it needed to be done and I tried to make it happier with the part about Iggy in the beginning. Review, genders and names and all that! Later…