Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I don’t have a chance to say anything because I’m whisked away when we get there. They rush around me as I get into the room. “Are the babies okay?” I ask frantically, trying not to panic but I can’t help it. I put my hand on the bed and bend over when I feel another contraction coming. I try to breathe but then hold my breath more than breathing.
“It’s normal with twins,” the nurse assures me, “but how about we get you changed and see what’s going on.” Her calm manner doesn’t help at all. Gabriel pulls my dress over my head, trying not to show me how worried he is when he sees my blood-soaked panties.
“It’s going to be okay, Sweetheart,” he tells me, kissing my lips. “In just a little while, we’ll have our babies, and everything will be okay.” I don’t say anything to him. I just nod and get on the bed when he tells me to.
“It’s going to be okay,” I repeat his words to him. “We’re going to have our babies.” He bends to kiss my lips.
Everything after that is a blur until the doctor places my son on my chest, and the only thing I can do is sob as I tell him how much I love him. Gabriel hovers over me, his hand over my head as he bends and kisses my temple before bending to kiss our son’s head. It’s a couple of minutes later when they take my son from me, and three pushes later, my daughter is placed on my chest. “My princess,” Gabriel says when he bends to kiss the top of her head. I never thought I could love something or someone as much as I love these two.
She’s blinking her eyes up at me when the nurse comes over. “How about we swap?” she says, handing me back my son while she grabs my daughter.
“Make sure she’s okay.” I look up at Gabriel, who nods and goes with the nurse while I look down at my son, who looks like Colson’s clone. “You look like your brother,” I tell him as he just blinks at me, “and your dad.” I laugh through the tears, watching Gabriel watch over our daughter.
It’s a couple of minutes longer until she, too, is on my chest. Side by side, they look at each other and then at me and all around. “You okay?” Gabriel comes to stand beside the bed, looking at me and then our kids, and I can’t help but nod.
“More than okay,” I say, sniffling back, “so much more than okay.”
He puts his arm above my head, squeezing in there. “You are so amazing.” He blinks away his own tears. “Utterly amazing.”
I look down at our kids, who are perfect in my eyes. “By the way, the answer is yes.” He just smirks at me.
“You bet your ass that it’s a yes.” He bends over our children to kiss my lips. “If it wasn’t, I wasn’t going to stop until you did say yes.” I can’t help but laugh. I can’t even remember what my life was like before this. I can’t remember anything until he came into my life. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love him. All I silently admit is I really was meant for Gabriel.
Two months later….
“Are they down?” Gabriel asks from the bed, opening one eye as I round to go to my side, but stop in front of the bed.
“For now,” I say, climbing into bed and face-planting. “Why didn’t anyone tell you about sleep regression?”
“Because then no one would have kids.” He places his hand on my ass, and I shoo it away.
“That’s what got us into this mess in the first place,” I mumble into the pillow. I don’t even have the energy to open my eyes.
“It was you jumping me the minute I got you into the office,” he reminds me, and I turn my head on the pillow.
I open one eye. “I don’t even have the energy to give you the finger.
“The lights are all on,” I mumble but close my eyes anyway. I’m dozing off when the phone rings on his bedside table. “Why isn’t your phone on Do Not Disturb?”
I get up on my elbow as he leans over to snatch his phone. “It is,” he says, looking at it and then at me. “It’s my dad.”
“It’s almost two a.m.” I look at the bedside clock. “That’s not good.”
“Yeah,” he says to the phone and not me, “what’s up?” I watch him sit up in the bed. “What?” he questions, turning to sit with his feet on the floor, his back to me, his head bent. “Is he okay?” I sit up, watching him. “Keep me posted,” he says, softly putting the phone on the bedside table.