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I was in the living room just making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. The twins were moving a lot today. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my abdomen and lower back. I groaned loudly and slowly sunk to my knees. I held my stomach with one hand and rested my head on my other arm that was on the couch. I rocked slowly back and forth to try and ease the pain.
"George!" George rushes in at the distressed tone in my voice.
"What?! What's wrong?!" He instantly runs to my side and hovers his hands over me incase I didn't want to be touched.
"I think I'm having contractions." George instantly ran to our room to get the car keys and rushed as fast as he could to get the labor bag in the car.
"Can you move?" He tried to keep his voice as steady at possible.
"Just give me a minute for this contraction to end." I heaved and moaned in pain. It hurt so much I was beginning to sweat.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I racked my brain for the tips that my mother and George's mother had given me when we told them I was pregnant. Suddenly one tip jumped to the front of my mind.
"Pressure..." I groan quietly, slightly out of breath.
"Pardon?"
"Pressure, put pressure on my lower back." George placed both his palms on my lower back, slowly adding pressure. Stopping when he heard me sigh in relief.
"We need to time these so tell me when it ends Angel." Once the contraction ends I tap his arm while I regain my breath. He quickly checks his phone for the time before helping to my feet. He runs to the car, opening the passenger door for me as I push myself into the seat and buckle my seat belt as George quickly shut my door and jumped in to rush us to the hospital.
"Another one is starting." I hiss through gritted teeth as another intense pain surges through my abdomen and lower back. George glances at the clock on the radio.
"You're contractions are about 3 minutes apart."
"Yeah, and I'm dilated to an 8 or a 9 right now. These babies are coming in the next hour or two wether we like it or not." Two hours of sweating, screaming, and a few tears later, two beautiful babies were born, a boy and a girl. Dream, Sapnap, Bad, and Ant came over a few hours later to check up on me and meet the twins.
"Hey! How are you doing?" Dream smiled brightly at me, gently squeezing my hand as he asked me about my well being.
"I'm doing much better now, obviously without the belly it's 1,000 times easier to do so many things. George has already passed out from taking care of them because he didn't want me to get up." I say smiling at them, briefly gesturing to my husband, asleep in the chair.
"How's your vagina~?" Sapnap lightly teased, earning him a slap at the back of the head by Bad. I chuckle softly before answering his question.
"Its fine, not torn thankfully. It's just a little sore is all. I have a high pain tolerance, I'm good. The twins are in those little cradles over there if you and to see them." Ant instantly bounced over to the cradles, the other three not far behind. All four of them awwing at the newborn twins.
"What did you guys name them?"
"I'm about to make you guys very happy. The boy is Clay Darryl Davidson. And the girl is Nicole Antoinette Davidson. Both babies are named after you guys." All four boys' jaws dropped at the names before smiling brightly.
"Can I hold one?" Bad asked excitedly.
"Go for it, I would suggest Nicole, she's a little more relaxed with people, Clay prefers to be left alone when he's sleeping. Do you know how?" He nods and slips his hands under the baby girl before lifting her into his arms, supporting her head the whole way, earning a nod of approval from me. He bounced her gently as she slowly opened her eyes. Her face scrunches at the light so Sapnap puts his hand up to create a block for her.
"She has your eyes." Dream compliments as he strokes her cheek with his index finger.
"Does she? I haven’t really compared, I did immediately notice that they have George’s smile though."
"These babies are gonna grow up to be the most beautiful human beings ever."
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