A/N: Well as you all know, I am the original authoress of The Izaya Watching Room. And here it is…chapter 9.

Namie stared at Izaya. "T-twins?" She stuttered. "Yes Namie…Twins." Smiled Izaya. All the color drained from Namie's face. "Why did it have to be twins? Why not just one? Why does this stuff keep happening to me?" Namie cried.

Izaya sat down next to her. "I'm sorry Namie…but everything happens for a reason." He said putting his arm around her. "What's the reason behind this?" She asked, sobbing. Izaya thought for a moment. "I have no idea."

Namie looked Izaya in the eyes, "I hate you so much Izaya." She said. "Yes I know. But I absolutely love you." Izaya said. "Anyways…we should start planning for the terror twins." Izaya added.

Namie gave him a look. "What?" He asked. "Don't ever call them that again!" She growled. "Why not?" Izaya asked smirking. "Because…your sisters are the terror twins!" Namie said angrily. Izaya laughed. "That's true."

Izaya got up and grabbed his wallet from the table. "Where are you going?" Namie asked him. "I'm going baby shopping. Care to tag along? I could use another person's opinion." Izaya told her. Namie sighed. "I guess. I mean who knows what you'd pick out."

Namie and Izaya were walking through Ikebukuro, shopping for the twins. They entered a store and were met with isles and isles of baby things. "Maybe we should split up." Namie suggested. "Maybe we should." Izaya agreed, and they went down separate isles.

Izaya walked down with several different outfits. He looked a few of them over carefully. They had words on them. "Daddy's Little Devil?" Izaya smiled. "Yep. Definitely going to be needing that one." He looked at another one. "It wasn't me. It was my evil twin." Izaya laughed and added them to his basket. "I wonder how Namie's doing." He thought.

Three isles over, Namie was looking at baby toys when the store manager came up to her. "Can I help you with anything miss?" The man asked her. Namie looked at him. "Yes…you can go away." She said. "That's not what I mean. What I meant was, is there anything you need help finding? You are trying to find a gift for a baby shower right?" He asked her. "No. I'm shopping for myself. Now go away." Namie said irritated.

Izaya walked over to them.

"Come on. You can't be a mom." He said. Izaya got between them. "She isn't…not yet anyway." Izaya said. "She doesn't look pregnant to me." Said the manager. "Well she is." Izaya sighed. "Boy or girl?" He asked. "Actually…they're twins. Now if there's anything else…please hesitate to ask!" Namie snapped. The man held up his hands in defeat. "Sorry." He said and walked away.

Izaya and Namie bought a few things before they went back home.

When they entered the apartment, Namie made a mad dash for the bathroom. Izaya could hear her throwing up from the other room. "You hungry Namie?" Izaya called. He heard the toilet flush and she came out. "Izaya? I was just throwing up. The idea of eating right now makes me want to puke again." She explained.

"That doesn't answer my question." Izaya stated. "Yes I'm hungry. What are you going to make?" She answered. "How about chicken?" He asked her. Namie turned green. "How about another one of your amazing…mouthwatering…delectable…" She got cut off by Izaya. "Kisses?" Izaya smirked. "I was going to say omelets." Namie said.

Izaya laughed. "Alright. Omelets it is." Izaya said.

After their little lunch, they went into the living room to watch TV. Izaya was laying on the sofa and Namie was laying against him. She was too tired to care. Izaya's favorite show came on again, bit he turned it off when he heard the very quiet snoring of a sleeping Namie. Izaya knew she'd be mad if he woke her up, so he settled for a nap himself.

A/N : Yes I know it was extremely short, but it's 1 in the morning and I want to go to sleep. Next chapter will me a monster in length…I promise. Until then please review.