Tom woke up early in the morning, as he usually did. He kissed your forehead softly as you slept, slipped out of bed, and went down to the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the house as he started the coffee maker. He wondered who would wake up first: You or the twins. There was one boy, and one girl. The girl had Tom's eyes, Tom's hair, and your personality, the boy had your eyes, your hair, and Tom's personality, and their skin tones were a mix of both. They were beautiful children.