We spend the next 5 months transforming the spare bedroom into a bedroom for the twins. We paint it sky blue and buy matching cribs, draw sets, shelves, and lamps. We buy bedtime stories, carseats, and white clothes to start us off.

'Wouldn't knowing the sex of the baby just be easier?' i say. 'Well yes, but where's the fun in that?' he replies, chuckling. 'We can just buy white clothes and wait until we know for sure.' he says, and i agree.

He pours me and himself tea - which still makes us giggle - and sits down next to me. He leans in and kisses me. I know what he wants.

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'Did you just spill some tea?' i ask, wondering why i am wet on my legs. We look at the cups, both upright, not a drop spilled. 'ARGGGGHHHHH.' i scream, realising where the liquid had come from.

'What is it baby?' he asks, puzzled. MY WATER...ARGGHH....JUST...BROKE' i scream, taking short, quick, breaths . 'Oh..' he replied. 'OH, OHH, OK, IT'S GUNNA BE OK, COME ON, TO THE CAR.' he said. As soon as i'm sat down, he runs into the driver's seat, kisses me, and drives.

When we reach the hospital, im alreay having contractions. There is already a room for me as i'm 2 or 3 weeks late. I must have already dialated to 10 centimetres because the doctors where tell Sergio that i was crowning, that i was going straight into labour.

Above all the screams, i hear Sergio telling me it will all be ok. It will be ok. A second later, he is holding my hand, telling me that it's time to push. 'Push. You can do it. Push.' he keeps saying.

By the time it's over, it's a boy. No more time to think, number two is on it's way, 'PUSH, you can do it baby!' Sergio says, squeezing my hands. A cry. It's over, i think, it's over. Silence but a pair of cries.

When the doctors have left the room, we are left alone with our children. 'Two boys!' i tweet, immeadiatly getting retweets. 'Names?' i say, heavily panting. 'Hmm. How about Jasper? or Jackson?' he suggest. 'AND Jackson, i say.' Jasper and Jackson. Jasper and Jackson Aguero.

I move over so he can sit on the bed with me, and we take turns holding them both. Our baby boys. Our babies.