Author note: this is about the father's experience after the babies are born. he is a single father raising the babies on his own and keeps notes of everything that happens. that is all enjoy

June 2
My name is Draco Lucius Norse. I am the son of Debbie and Garrett Norse. I am 16 years old and just became a father. The babies were born today at 2:15 and 2:33 PM. I am now a father to a boy named Mason Tyler Norse and a daughter named Amber Rose Norse. Their mother left them the moment after he pushed out them and the placenta. Now before I confuse you how about a back story?

Their mother is Anthony Robert Sullivan, son of Jimmy Sullivan and Zack Baker. We met a while back at school. We were lab partners in science. And before you think it we are not like Bella swan and Edward Cullen from the Twilight Series. No he was my first love. Anytime I saw him my heart decided that it wanted to live in my throat. So we started dating. 

And yes we did the deed, but we used a condom. Well somehow the condom failed it seems but I am getting ahead of myself. One day I bring Anthony home so we can work on homework together. Mom was all nice and friendly like always. She even helped us with some things. Then dad came home...

He sees Anthony and freaks out. For some reason that none of us know him and Jimmy Sullivan are not the best of friends. So anyway dad goes into a rage and when mom drug dad off to shut him up Anthony packed his things and left ignoring my begging and pleading. I went to the music room where mom and dad were and yelled at dad because Anthony left. 

Days passed and I tried calling Anthony but he ignored my calls. Then one night mom takes me out to dinner after noticing how depressed I am. We end up going to Chez Paris. Then after dinner we went to the park and watched the ducks and the sun set. 

A few months later I wake to mom yelling my name. I had a dream about Anthony giving birth then killing the baby so he wouldn't need to raise it. That freaked me and mom out more than you may think possible. The reason for that you ask? Well you see some people in my family are amazingly special. They are mom, Ethan, Avan, David, me, and my sister Rosalie. 

Mom gets premonitions while she sleeps. Ethan can touch people and know everything about them. Avan is a viber which means she can sense people's vibes and know what they are feeling. David is a dreamer like mom. Rosalie has a great memory; she remembers anything you tell her. And me? I get premonitions in my sleep like mom, I am a viber like Avan, and I have the touch like Ethan. I am the strongest of all of us in the specialness section. 

So anyway, now you see why that dream is dangerous. So I ask mom to go on her Facebook and see if he mentions any of the symptoms of pregnancy. On his wall there was nothing about pregnancy but he did post that he had a new boyfriend. Then he came online and mom started talking to him. He tells her that he has been nauseous for the past 3 months and that he has a doctor appointment in a week. Each time mom tells me about something pregnancy related he says she would slap my head and call me a dunce. Now don't overreact I deserved it. She explained to him that he may be pregnant then my phone rings. It was him. I invite him over to talk. 

Mom tells dad about everything as I wait for Anthony to show up. He sets down rules and all that random junk that all parents do when their kids do something dumb. I hear Anthony's motorcycle in the driveway. Dad commands me to stay and he walks off. I hear dad's angry tone but not much else. They walked back together and dad tells Anthony to sit by me. I look at Anthony immediately as I feel the vibes of my children inside his body. I smile at him reassuringly then look to dad as he gives us both the rules he gave me. 

When dad was done I took Anthony to my room and smiled at him. I put my hand on his belly as I kneeled. When I told him about the babies he acted mad. I immediately knew that he didn't want them. I begged him to carry them for me then he could go. He agreed and the whole 8 months of his pregnancy he treated me like garbage and always called my child evil spawn. I endured it for my babies. 

Now I sit watching them in their clear hospital bassinettes wearing a diaper and a colored hat that coincides with their gender. I just called dad and he is on his way over with the bag from my room that I had packed full of things for my little angels.