I muttered a quick "hello" to Karen and Daryl in the living room. Michael must've been in his room. As I walked up the stairs, I could hear some music playing. My feet carried me quickly towards the music.

I stood outside of Michael's room for at least three minutes. How would I tell him? I didn't know what I was going to say. Would I just come out and say it: "I'm pregnant"?

I put my hand on the door knob, but I stopped myself. I was too nervous. I breathed slowly for a minute to calm myself down, then I turned the door knob, pushed open the door, and entered his room.

Michael smiled when he saw me walk into his room. He turned off the music and watched as I made my way towards his bed. I sat down next to him and smiled at him.

"Hey babe.. What's up?" He asked, pecking my lips.

"Not much.. I just wanted to come over and talk," I told him, sitting with my back on his chest, my head on his shoulder, and my legs in between his legs.

"Okay. That's fine with me," he kissed my neck a few times, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Maybe our future," I bit my lip.

"What do you mean by our future?" He wondered.

I shrugged a little before I answered, "Well.. I was thinking.. Would we ever want to get married? Have kids? Just have a family together?"

"What made you think about this stuff? Or are you just curious?"

"I am just curious, but there's this one thing that sparked the thought in my mind.. I was thinking this morning," I paused, not speaking further.

"You were thinking about what this morning?" Michael asked, grabbing my hand with his from behind me.

"Well.." I got up from being on his bed and grabbed the tests out of my jeans pocket, "I took some tests this morning." I handed him the tests, then got the ultrasound out of my jacket pocket, "And I went for an ultrasound." I handed the ultrasound copies to him.

"You're pregnant?" He smiled, looking at the tests, then looking at the ultrasound copies, "With twins?"

"Twins? I don't think so," I was confused. I sat back down next to him and looked at the ultrasound copy that he was looking at. At the top of the picture, "Clifford twins" was printed. Underneath, it showed the ultrasound, and I saw that it had "A" and "B" written where the two little babies were.

I put my hands on my stomach, my jaw at the floor. I slowly formed a smile, and Michael placed his hand on my stomach.

"My baby is carrying my two babies," he smiled as he kissed me, "It's amazing."

"I still think we're a little too young, but we're both adults, and I think we'll be okay. I'll be twenty-one when the babies are born, and you'll still be nineteen. Wow," I smiled, "I can't believe it."

"Aren't you excited? We have to tell our parents."

"No, not quite yet. Maybe we could tell them on Christmas? I'd like doing that. I think that would be a nice Christmas present, at least for your parents. They'd be happy. Mine still wouldn't be very happy about it."

"That's true.. I'd like to tell them on Christmas. That's a nice idea. It's only in five days. I think I can keep the secret that long. We'll have to come up with a cute way to tell them."

"Yeah. I could look online.." I bit my lip, "I'm actually excited."

"Me too. You'll make an exceptional mother," he grinned, kissing me.

I spoke back, "And you'll make the greatest father."

"I love you so much," I smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist and just tucking my head into his chest.

"I love you more," he whispered, kissing my forehead. My mind was traveling between believing that the babies are definitely Michael's to remembering that they could be Louis's too.

"Are you sure you're okay? You still seem a little quiet. Are you okay with everything?" Michael asked, concerned in how I was dealing with this.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about anything and everything.." My voice trailed off.

"Okay. I just want to make sure you're okay with this. I'm excited, and I hope you are too," he put his arms around mine and embracing me from behind.

"I love you so much, and I can't believe we're having twins together," I whispered, "But I'm happy.."

"Good," he smiled, kissing the top of my head, "I love you too."

"Is this why you weren't answering my texts earlier?" He wondered.

"Well, I had taken the tests when you texted me. I didn't want to accidentally say something and worry you. I also wanted to tell you in person if I did find out that I was pregnant."

"Okay.. I forgive you for not texting back, then," he laughed.

"Thank you," I smiled. I knew I needed to text Louis about this. I just didn't know when, though.

Suddenly, Michael announced, "I need to go to the toilet.. I'll be back in a minute or two."

"Okay," I smiled, finding a chance to text Louis. I got out my phone from my pocket and got into my text messages. I texted Louis, "hey Lou.. I'm pregnant with twins and they may or may not be yours." It was right to the point, and it was easier for me to do that instead of texting him for a while and slowly trying to explain what was going on.

"WHAT"

"NO YOU'RE NOT"

"FUCK"

Louis seemed to freak out at first. I felt bad, but I texted him back, "I'm pregnant with twins and I told Michael they're his but I'm not 100% sure they're his.."

"Oh no.."