4. And you know for me it's always you.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, I just really wanted to get something up for you guys! Enjoy! Vote and Comment if you like it.

Stephen's POV

I walked outside and Robbie was carrying Mavi up the steps to the house. Italia was following behind him with her diaper bag.

"Hey so I'll be back in about 2 hours. That'll give you guys enough time to get to work right? Or I can pick her up at the lot?" She asked handing me the bag.

"That should be fine. We'll be at the house hopefully getting some rest before call time." I answered.

"Okay great. Then I'll see you later." She said.

Robbie handed Mav to me and they said their goodbyes and walked down the steps. When they were almost to the car I spoke. "Oh! And by the way it's twins."

Italia stopped dead in her tracks. Robbie immediately turned around and laughed.

"You're lying." He chuckled.

I shook my head. "Nope. Believe me were shocked when we found out too."

Italia ran up the stairs and hugged me. "Oh my God! Congratulations! I need to see Em!"

She ran inside and Rob congratulated me, before following her inside.

"I am definitely missing this flight."

I agreed and we walked inside to see Italia already in deep conversation with Emily, Gen, and Danneel.

"Might as well get a beer before you go. Unless you want me to take you to the airport?" I offered.

He shrugged. "I don't know I guess I can see if they'll change my flight. It's going to cost a fucking fortune though."

I nodded. "It's a special occasion."

He agreed and walked away already on his phone.

I set Mavi down with the other kids and went over to see if Emily needed anything.

She smiled. "No I'm okay."

Danneel laughed. "You're going to want to save all of that for when she starts craving or is that already happening, I know it's different for everyone."

Jensen came over with a platter of appetizers. "Oh yeah, I remember Danneel woke me up every night around 3 am for a tuna sandwich with extra pickles and mustard, I ended up buying a mini fridge for our room and kept it stocked."

She laughed and I turned to Emily. "You better not crave anything like that."

She smiled. "We'll see."

"What about you Gen? Any weird cravings?" Italia asked.

She shook her head. "Not really. I wanted ice a lot."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Ice? Why?"

"Her iron was low throughout her pregnancy with Shep, they ended up putting her on a medication for that, but in the beginning it was ice all of the time." Jared answered.

We continued light conversation about the babies and had lunch. Robbie was able to change his flight for the next day, which meant he wasn't going to have a lot of time to rest before his press conference for The Duff, but we all wanted to celebrate tonight during filming and tell the crew.

After a while we headed back to our place to get some rest before going to work. Mavi ended up staying with Gen and Danneel to play with the kids. Italia would be picking her up later that evening.

Emily's POV

"I'm exhausted." I said dramatically and throwing myself back on the bed.

Stephen laughed and lied next to me. "This is going to be great." He placed his hand on my stomach.

I smiled and put my hand on his. Then suddenly I jumped up and scared him.

"What?!" He exclaimed.

"Twins!" I yelled.

He nodded. "Yes. We established that already."

"You don't get it. I'm going to be showing wayyy before we finish filming!" I went and stood in front of the mirror and pulled up my shirt.

"Do you see that?! How did I not notice that?!" I panicked.

He shook his head. "Babe, I don't see anything."

"We need to go tell Marc, right now. He should still be here right? I'm going to text him." I grabbed my phone and purse and Stephen just sat there.

"Stephen!" I gestured to the door and he jumped up. "Oh. We're going now." He said and followed me out the door.

We pulled up to the lot and Derek let us in.

Stephen parked and I immediately made my way to the production offices on set.

I walked in without knocking because Marc was already expecting me.

"Hey Em, Stephen, everything alright?" He asked, gesturing us to sit.

I sat down and Stephen stood behind me putting his hands on my shoulders, trying to calm me down.

"Well?" Marc questioned.

"I'm pregnant." I said.

His jaw dropped. "What?"

"With twins." I added.

He stood up and walked around his desk.

"Ok. Let us have it. We know that this is going to screw up filming and I know that this is the worst that could possibly happen because of Stephen's recent divorce, but it happened—"

He cut me off. "Congratulations!" He hugged us both and sat on the edge of his desk.

"That's it?" I asked.

He smiled. "That's awesome news. All of us around here knew you guys were meant to be the first time we saw you read your lines together."

I sighed in relief.

"We will have to figure out all the other little details because obviously Felicity can't be pregnant right now." He said.

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean right now? Are you guys planning on???"

He smiled. "In due time Emily."

"So are we going to tell the rest of the crew?" Stephen asked me.

I nodded. "Yes, but I guess we should stick with the original plan to celebrate with them tonight. I was honestly just scared of your reaction." I said to Marc.

He laughed. "I think this is great and I bet everyone else is going to feel the same. Andrew is going to flip, he called it."

I laughed and we talked a little while longer before heading to our trailers.

Once we were relaxing on the couch I took out my phone and went to twitter.

"What are you doing?" Stephen asked.

I smiled. "I don't know. I'm just feeling a little nostalgic. I wanted to see us before all of this started, what the world saw that we didn't."

He smiled and kissed me. "We saw it; we just didn't want to admit it to ourselves."

I rested my hand on my stomach. "Are we really ready for this?"

He nodded. "Yes we are because we love each other. Everything else will just fall into place."

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