Wither's POV

We were now six months into the pregnancy, and Skelly was expected to have our twins any day now. Her cravings have been strange; her latest was dried kelp in milk. She's also been having terrible mood swings; one minute she's happy, the next she's irritated.

"Witherrrr!" Skelly called from the living room.

"Yes, love?"

"The twins are coming," she said calmly.

"OH MY NOTCH WE NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL," I shouted. The hospital was too far away from our house for us to walk there in time; so I teleported. The nurses seemed surprised when they suddenly saw us standing there.

"My wife's having twins!" I told them. They immediately went to get the doctor and one of them escorted us into the delivery room.

Skelly may have been calm before, but she definitely wasn't now. She was screaming, which hurt my ears, and crushing my hand, but I hardly cared about the pain. I was feeling nothing compared to her.

"Come on, one more push!" The doctor encouraged. A few seconds later, our first twin was born. Four minutes later, Twin Number Two was here. The doctor and the nurse that had been assisting him took our babies into the next room to wash them.

"Thank Notch that's over," Skelly said. She already seemed to be much better.

"Are you excited?" I asked.

"Yes!" She said.

At that moment, two nurses came in, each one holding a twin.

"Here is your son, sir," said one nurse as she handed me the baby in the blue blanket.

"And here's your daughter, ma'am," the other nurse said as she handed Skelly the baby in the pink blanket.

I looked at my newborn son. He looked exactly like me; except he had Skelly's lime-green eyes.

"Hello, little one," I cooed, reaching a finger out to my son. He giggled and clutched my finger. He had a pretty good grip.

"Hello, sweetheart," Skelly cooed at our daughter. I looked over; our daughter looked exactly like her mother, except she had my dark purple eyes.

"They're so beautiful," I gushed.

"And you call me cheesy," Skelly joked, rolling her eyes playfully.

"What should we name them?" I asked.

"You name our daughter, I'll name our son," she said. I smirked. "Deal."

She gave me our daughter, and I gave her our son. He giggled and reached out to her, while our daughter looked at me curiously.

"Hello, sweetie," I cooed.

Then she raised her little fist and punched me in the face.

"Ow," I said as Skelly began laughing. It didn't really hurt, but I was pretty surprised.

"Looks like she's already taking after you," Skelly teased. I looked down at my daughter, staring into her purple eyes.

I had the perfect name.

"I want to name her Asami, after my mother," I told Skelly.

"Asami... that's a beautiful name," Skelly agreed. She looked down at our son, who was still cooing adorably. "How does Logan sound?"

"Logan..." I said, testing out the feel of it. "That's perfect."

We both looked down at our newfound children, as proud and happy as we could possibly get.

"Welcome to the world, Asami and Logan."