You were terrified, to say the least. In less than a day you became an 18 year old parent to not one but two children. Your parents disowned you when they found out about the pregnancy, forcing you to live out on the streets and fend for yourself at just 18.

At the time, your only hope was Ethan, the town bad boy. He was quick to take you in, letting you stay with him in his small one bedroom apartment. Yes, he was a bad boy and a rebel, but he can also be a total gentleman

"Iris?"

Ethan smiled softly as he slowly entered the hospital room you were in, closing the door behind him before he took a few slow steps over to the bed.

"Ohh, would you look at that... Oh, hon those babies have got to be the cutest little things I have ever seen... They look just like you."

He lowered himself onto the bed, sitting right beside you as he looked down at the bundled up, sleeping babies in your arms.

"You did an amazing job, kiddo. I'm real proud of ya."