Who's the real you?

Chapter Sixty-One

Hannah burst out crying as she saw the twins in the nurses arms. She looked up at Channing as he felt blindside by emotions.

He leant down and kissed Hannah's lips, he rested his forehead against her head as they closed their eyes.

Almost without any issues, almost.

"Hannah."

Hannah opened her eyes; she moved her attention to one of the nurses holding one of the twins.

"This little one is the girl."

Hannah took the little girl in her arms; she had spent nine months stressing only to see how much her newborn daughter looked just like her.

"And this is the handsome little man."

"Channing, do you want to hold him?"

Channing nodded; he carefully took a hold of his son.

The two proud parents couldn't believe it, two healthy little bundles of joy.

Channing carefully positioned himself on Hannah's bed as the two of them shifted their focus between the twins.

"Do you have any ideas for their names?"

Hannah's face dropped "No." It was like panic had set in, just like when she was pregnant with Harley, when she couldn't figure out what to call him.

Hannah cautiously shifted her attention to Channing.

Channing looked down at Hannah "We can think of something." He had spent months trying to look through baby books without Hannah's help.

"Just let me know what you'd like to call them."

Hannah loved that she could see how much her new baby girl looked like a mini Meredith and how a mini Meredith looked like a mini Hannah, Hannah knew she was safe with the baby girl. She glanced over at her son; she couldn't tell the features just yet.

Her mind seemed to be struggling to come to conclusions on who the father looked like, the baby boy had hints of Harley in his face, but she knew that didn't mean a thing. Hannah was the boy's mother, she knew that.

But who was the twins true father?

Hannah let an exhale escape from her lips "Any ideas?"

Channing shook his head slightly "We'll figure it out."