Two Years Later.
(Michael is 24 and Rory is 23)
Michael ran. He ran through the halls until his legs and lungs were screaming for him to stop but he wasn't stopping anytime soon. His eyes were wide and his hair was a mess; he didn't care that he was running through the halls with nothing but socks, sweatpants and an old Motörhead shirt, he just needed to get to his girl.
Michael carried on running, he refused to stand and wait for an elevator, he ran up the stairs two at a time, his heart pounding as he reached the top of the stairs, he didn't stop to catch his breath; he ran down another hall until he reached his destination.
Michael burst through the door, eyes wide and cheating heaving, "Did I miss it?" He breathed as he sat down on the plastic chair next to the bed. Rory gave her boyfriend a bewildered look before shaking her head.
"Didn't miss a thing, I refused to start without you." She smiled softly as Michael sighed in relief and reached for Rory's hand, pressing his cold lips to her knuckles as she ran her other hand through his freshly dyed hair. "Ready to go?" The nurse on the other side of Rory's bed asked, the couple nodded simultaneously, large grins plastered on their faces.
The nurse smiled in admiration at the couple, "Okay, this may be a little cold but you'll adjust to it quickly." Rory nodded as Michael lifted her shirt up over her stomach, allowing the nurse to spread the cool blue gel onto Rory's slowly growing stomach.
"If you look at the screen, you'll see your baby," The nurse smiled as Michael gasped, his eyes widening at the screen in front of him. "Ana, that's our baby!" Michael gaped as Rory wiped small tears from her cheeks.
The nurse coughed slightly, catching the couples attention, "Babies," Michaels eyes grew even wider.
"Babies?" Rory stuttered, the nurse nodded and moved the ultrasound device across Rory's stomach and pointed to the screen. "Two babies, you've got twins!" Michael looked at Rory, her eyes wide as they watched the two foetuses on the small screen.
"We're having twins." Rory grinned as Michael stood up and kissed her, the pair smiling into the short kiss as the nurse printed out copies of the sonogram.
"I can't believe, there's a mini Rory and a mini Michael in there." Michael smiled as he helped Rory wipe the blue gel from her stomach. "Are you scared?" Rory asked, Michael nodded but smiled widely at his girl.
"Princess, we're having twins!" Michael yelled in excitement as Rory pulled her shirt back over her stomach. "I'm so excited," Rory grinned as Michael helped her climb down from the hospital bed. Michael nodded in agreement and place his palms on Rory's stomach.
"Our little ones, our children, our family." Michael whispered, his heart swelling with pride.
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Rory's stomach was huge. Six months into her pregnancy and she was more than ready to pop the rambunctious twins out. The unborn twins were restless, always kicking and giving Rory cravings when she was doing something important or trying to catch up on sleep.
She stood on her tip toes as she attempted to reach the top of the Christmas tree Michael had bought, a loud groan of annoyance emitting from her lips as she failed to reach the top once again.
"You're making Christmas a pain in my ass." Rory mumbled to herself (well the twins) as she gave up and sat on the sofa, her small hands running over her large pregnancy belly.
"Where's your dad? Wait you can't answer that, never mind." Rory rambled to her bump as she felt her babies kick against her palms.
"Daddy's home!" Michael yelled as Rory leant her head back and watched Michael walk in, his hands clutching, what looked like, one hundred shopping bags. "What did you get?" Rory asked eagerly as Michael put the bags down in front of her and sat himself next to her.
