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Twins!?

   We had planned this for a while. Deccy had brought it up a little after Clovers 4th birthday. He wanted a baby.

   Club, Dec, and I talked about it. We could do the same thing as last time. But with all three of our magic.

   As much as Dec wanted to carry the baby his soul was unstable. Even when healthy it was dangerous. And Club's new job made it hard for him to take the time off for this... So it got put off. For months. . .

   I frowned staring at the paper that came out of my book. It was the forms for the magic fusion. It's been six months since we got those forms and still. . . nothing.

   I brought it up after dinner. "The forms just fell out of the book. . ." I muttered setting them on tbe table.

   Dec frowned. "Oh. . ."

   Club looked uncomfortable. "I could look for a new job. . ?" He muttered.

   "No. That job pays well. You don't have to," Dec insisted.

   "But you want the baby–" Club started.

   "Not if it means you losing a good job." Dec huffed and crossed his arms.

   I stared at the papers. "What if I carry the baby?"

   The both turned with expressions of shock and other emotions. "Fresh are you sure?"

   I shrugged with a light blush. "I mean yeah, i'm healthy. My job is mostly online. We only record my playing for the channel. And it's not like we'd be doing... THAT. " I muttered.

   Dec pouted. "Are you sure? We don't want you to be uncomfortable."

   "Yeah we can find another way." Club insisted.

   "Guys. I'm sure." I gave a light smile.

   They didn't argue anymore. So it was settled. Two days latter we finished the forms and got the procedure.

   It was weird to know that I had a baby inside me. Just a strange feeling...

   And then there was the day. 9 weeks. Just a normal check up... HAH!

   The doctor looked calm and happy. He was smiling and friendly. He listened for the babies souls. He smiled brightly and then seconds later got a look of surprise.

   "What? Is that bad?" Dec was the one to ask.

   Anxiety bubbled in my soul. Oh No. what happened? Did I do something wrong?

   "Oh No! Nothing's wrong! I'm sorry foe scaring you. It's just surprising. "He smiled and grabbed the ultrasound equipment.

   "What's surprising..?" Club asked squeezing my hand.

   The doctor hummed. " Let me do the ultrasound to be sure." so he did that and the three of us sat in tense silence.

   The ultrasound was weird. A small shape with a tiny soul forming. And then. . . a second tiny soul.

   "TWINS!?"

   We waited a bit longer before revealing. It was a big deal. We were all a bit frazzled. Of course Jessie knew. He was old enough to know...

   His first question was. "Are you okay dad?" With this worried look in his eyes. I had never felt so much love for him in my life.

   So Easter came around. We all got together for the kids to have an egg hunt. They ran around the yard screeching and grabbing eggs.

   "It's gonna be nice to have two more." Club threw that comment out.

   "Yeah." Error responded and took about 8 seconds before he whipped his head around. "WAIT WHAT!?"

   I snickered. "Told you that would get his attention."

   He blinked. "Who–"

   "Me." I gave a half smile.

   "Fresh!?" Error blinked still frazzled.  And of course this got the attention of everyone else. . .

   Everyone knew by the time the kids finished egg hunting.

   My nerves got worse and worse as the pregnancy continued. They were there. I knew they were. But it was scary. Would they be okay?

   They had to knock me out for the birth. I don't blame them.. Club told me I started screaming.

   And then three hours later I was awake. And they were there. All cleaned up. And alive.

   Club looked eager to show me something. "Look." He showed the baby he was holding. "This is the older one and look at his eye."

   The baby blinked up at me. His right eye was the number seven! I blinked right back. "Seems like little Seven named himself."

   "Are we still naming this one Crayola? After your mom?" Dec asked rocking the younger baby.

   I nodded snd held little Seven close. "Crayola. . . and Seven."

   My childhood felt like a different eternity.