"Did you just say I'm pregnant with twins, Lena?"

" Yes, Erin, I did. I can see the sex of both babies. Would you like to know?"

"Twins, oh my god, Erin, we're having twins."

"Eli, are you alright? I know what a tremendous shock this is, but I know I'm up for this challenge, are you?"

"What, Erin, yes I am. Maybe we'll have a son and a daughter?"

"Don't answer him, Lena. Eli, I really want to wait after I give birth to see if we're have a son and a daughter."

"Okay, Erin, but I already know in my heart."

"Me too, but there is still that small possibility we could be wrong."

"I agree, Erin. Lena, we don't want to know right now. We want to wait. Can you pinpoint how far along Erin is?"

"Well, they both are measuring right around four months, and according to your last period Erin, and looking at this chart, your due date is October thirty-first. Halloween babies.

"Thank you, Lena. Okay, you two, as you can see, me and the babies are fine. I want to go home and eat."

"Come on, Erin. Chris and I need to get ahold of your lawyer and other FBI agents. Ross and Tammy are finally going to get what they both deserve. We're going to make sure they spend the rest of their miserable lives in prison."

Later that evening I go upstairs to find Erin curled up in a ball on our bed sobbing. I climb on the bed behind her and wrap my arms behind her. Her hands wrap around me, pulling me closer to her trembling body.

"Erin, sweetheart, why are you crying?"

"I still can't believe Tammy killed her own mother, Eli. She and the father of my son were willing to let me go to prison, possibly go to death row for something they did. I get Tammy hating me this much, but Ross and I have a son together."

"I know. That's what makes this so sick and twisted. I can't imagine doing anything like that to you, and I hope you know I never will. I love you so much Erin, and I love our a little miracles," I say as I place my hand on her growing belly.

"I love you too, Eli. I can't wait until this is all over. I just want to get back to our normal and happy lives with our little miracles. I only wish Cora could be here to see her godchildren." 

As the months seem to suddenly get away from us, Erin is now seven months pregnant and we now have all the incriminating evidence we need to bust Ross and Tammy. Chris and I pull up to their house to see them both about to climb in Ross' truck. They both look over at us as Ross places a suitcase in the back of the truck. Chris and I block them in with my truck and we quickly make our over to them. The fear on their faces is a good sign they know why we're here.

"Christopher, why are you and Eli here? Tammy and I don't have time to chat right now. She lost the baby and we are going away."

"No, dad, you and Tammy aren't going away. I think you know why me and Eli are here. It's over, dad. No more lying, no more deception, no more trying to pin Cora's murder on mom. It took us a few months to get the solid, undeniable proof we need, but we have it."

"Chris, I don't know what you think you have, but it will never stand up in court," Ross snaps.

"You don't think so, Dad? Eli, play it," Chris points at my pocket.

"Oh my god, Ross. They recorded our conversation about us talking about murdering my mother."

"Shit, Chris, please, I'm your father," Ross pleads to no avail.

"You are the monster who was willing to let my mother take the fall for something you and that evil bitch did. You helped Tammy murder Cora, then you tried to make it look like mom did it. I hope you both burn in hell. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

The last few months go by, Erin is now nine months pregnant and due any day. It's also Ross and Tammy's sentencing day. With all of the over-whelming evidence stacked up against them, they took the plea deal. The death penalty is now off the table, and they will both be sentenced to life without parole.

"Please be seated. Well, why am I not surprised the two of you are back in my courtroom? I have been doing this for so many years and your two are without a doubt the definition of evil, cruelty, heartless. Let's waste no more time. Tammy Weston. Ross Connor, I sentence you both to a lifetime term without the possibility of parole. I hope that you, Mrs. Stetson can take some comfort in knowing the two people who murdered your best friend will never have another chance to murder another innocent person. Erin Stetson all charges are hereby dropped against you. And for the two of you, where you're going is exactly where you belong. Get them out of my courtroom," the judge orders. 

"Oh god, Eli, Chris this is finally over and I really think we need to get me to the hospital. My water just broke."

"Oh my god, mom," Chris wraps his arms around me.

"Erin, sweetheart, remember your breathing."

"Oh god, please, help me," Erin cries out as she bends over.

"Thank god the hospital is across the street," Chris shouts. Once we arrive, Lena and the doctors are waiting. Someone must have called them from the courtroom.

"Erin, keep breathing. Do not push," Lena says.

"Oh god, Lena, I have this overwhelming urge to push," Erin snaps. 

"Erin, please, don't push yet. Not until your doctor tells you to push," I beg. 

"Okay, Erin, I need to check you. Try your best not to push," the doctor checks her.

"It's time, Erin,. Grab your knees and push." 

"Oh god, I forgot how much this hurts, but I know they are worth this much pain because you we're Chris," Erin pushes with all her might. 

"Stop, Erin, breathe, take a deep breath in, let it out, take another deep breath in and push. Come on, I can see baby number one's head.  Keep pushing."

"Erin, Eli, you have a son," he informs us. Erin and I lovingly look at each other and smile. I bend down and kiss her lips. 

"We have a son, Erin."

"I am so happy, Eli. I love you."

"I love you so much, Erin."

"Okay, Erin. One more. Bare down and give me a big push. Good, keep pushing. Wait, stop, Erin," his panicked voice commands.

"Doc, what the hell is wrong?" My panicked voice ask.

"Erin, do not push, I need to try and shift the baby." 

"What, why? Is the baby alright?" She ask with tears falling down her cheek.

"Doc, please, is there something wrong?"

"Nothing I can't handle, Eli."

"Handle, what is it you need to handle? Please, tell us, is the baby alright?" Erin insist.

"Erin, the cord is wrapped around the throat, I have to...Got it. Push, give me a big push." 

"Oh god, please let our baby be okay," she pleads as she grabs her knees.

"Okay, Erin. Lean back against Eli. Your daughter is out."

"We have a son and a daughter, Erin. I have never been this happy, and it's because of you and now, our son and daughter I'm this happy," I peck her lips once again.

"Eli, I have been thinking about names for the twins. What do you think about Elijah Lucas and Eliza Cora Stetson? "

"They are perfect names, Erin. Lucas is your maiden name, and Cora after your bestfriend. I love their names, Erin. I love you, I love all three of you."

"We love you too, daddy."