~Miranda Gideon drove the giant SUV, swerving in and out of traffic, gaining a few fingers and a ton of horn honks.
"You could slow down a little," I added, looking in the back seat to my father, David, who was holding onto the holy crap handle for dear life.
"Miranda? Would you slow down?"
She gritted her teeth, and swerved again onto a dirt road, arriving after the police cruizers.
I grabbed her hand gently, "Miranda...Hailey's already dead. We can't do anything about it."
She sighed, "I just want to protect Aaron."
Miranda pulled over to the side of the road, and Derek opened the door for me, holding me by the hips. My father and Miranda followed.
"How bad is it?"
Derek hung his head. "She's gone. Gunshot wound to the head. Aaron's in there with the c-... with Hailey."
Miranda rushed in, and Derek and I stayed outside, he was holding my hand tightly. "There was nothing she could've done."
I rested my head on the crook of his neck. "Love you."
He kissed the top of my forehead and rubbed my pregnant stomach. He bent down and kissed it, and I felt our twin girls squirm inside. "Say hi to daddy."
They kicked, and Derek drew back, holding his nose. "They kicked me!"
My dad came and placed a hand on the back of Derek's head. "Aaron and Miranda are coming out. Please give Aaron some space."
I nodded, and watched a very shaken Aaron wobble out, with Miranda holding him up by his shoulders. We inched him into the ambulance, and the M.E wheeled out George Foyet's body and Haileys.
------a week later------
We were having a baby shower for my twin girls, and Miranda pulled out a cute little pink dress with a teddy bear on the front holding a heart.
Suddenly, the front door banged open, and Miranda, an ex-Mossad agent, jumped up, holding her gun, and flashing a sideways glance at her bow and arrow which was mounted on the wall.
Miranda drew her gun, and he pointed the gun at Derek's head. "You freeze right now lady, or Puff Daddy here dies."
Miranda tossed her gun onto the ground, and raised her hands up into the air.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Michael?"
Aaron looked at Miranda from the opposite side of the room. "Who the hell is this?"
"Shut up!" He yelled ,and fired the gun in Miranda's direction, but Miranda step sided him, and jumped for his frame.
I leaped for the wall, and yanked the bow and arrow from the wall.
I knotched the arrow, and fired, and the arrow embedded itself right into Michael's head.
Miranda looked backwards at me. "Nice one, Lissie! I guess my training finally payed off, huh?"
"Shut up!" I fired back, and collapsed backwards onto her couch, grimacing.
"Are you alright?" Derek asked, kneeling beside me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just having a little indigestion."
"How often have you been having this indigestion?"
"I dont know, every fifteen minutes?"
"THAT'S IT!" Spencer yelled, jumping up from the couch.
"Oh my god! Lissie is having her baby !" Everyone was running around the room screaming, and I looked toward my best friend, who was slapping on a pair of rubber gloves, and gently started pushing me towards the bedroom, where she laid me down and started being my midwife.
six hours later, Derek and I held our baby girls, Isabelle Stephanie and Crystal Reese, they both squirmed and squirmed and Derek smiled lovingly.
"Aren't they gorgeous, Derek?" I asked, and Derek smiled lovingly, and he responded "Just like you."
He leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips, when Crystal stuck her little foot out and kicked him gently in the Adam's Apple.
He looked down at her and said "Let me guess which one you were in your mother's stomach.'
I laughed, and cradled Crystal in my arms, and in the background, I could see Aaron slip his arm around Miranda's waist.
"I love you." Derek and Aaron both murmered at the same time, and Miranda and I murmered " I love you too"