Hearts & Stars (A Paul Stanley X Tommy Thayer Rock & Roll Love Story)

Chapter 34-Birth of The Stars (Paul Stanley POV)

3 months have come and gone and now Tommy is 9 months pregnant with our twin daughters. I really hate seeing my husband be so very uncomfortable, but he never fails to have a smile for me...a true smile. There is truly nothing like it....

Currently, Tommy is sitting up on the couch while being propped up by 1000 pillows and a blanket, watching tv. I am sitting beside him, rubbing his baby bump.... Lost in thought...

9 months made it all the way.... had a scare last month, thought the babies were coming early...it was just a false alarm. Scared the shit out of me & Tommy. Thank God, everything turned out to be fine. Everything is totally ready: overnight bags for Tommy and my soon to be born daughters: Sarah Jane & Carrie Beth. I---

I am cut out of my reverie by my husband's concerned voice. "Paul? You, ok? I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes. Did I do something wrong?"

"Sorry Tommy, I didn't mean to worry you. Just thinking abut you and the babies. And baby you didn't do anything wrong."

"You were thinking about the false alarm scare, weren't you?" Tommy looks concerned.

"Yeah, I was....and I know your scared of giving birth, but I promise you it will be ok. I love you." I bring Tommy into a kiss, taking my time. After parting for air.... we spend a while in silence. It's not an awkward silence, it's a warm silence. The suddenly, I feel something strange as my hands are resting on Tommy's very well swollen stomach, it suddenly tightens and Tommy hisses in discomfort and pain....and then after a couple of minutes it stops.

"I-I I'm not sure.... if that was a contraction...it was uncomfortable though and hurt.", Tommy sounds near tears.

"Don't cry Tom...do you want to get up and maybe go the hospital?"

"N-Not yet Star-shine. I love you...", Tommy manages a smile.

"I love you too Tommy." I pause to gently rub his belly.... the girls are restless but not moving much. "Do you need to pee?"

"Yes actually...help me up?", Tommy asks and of course I don't hesitate as I help him carefully up and to our downstairs bathroom that's right across from our study. Tommy starts to go to the toilet, but suddenly buckles...., "Ouch! it's h-hurting a-again!!"

"Tommy, I think that maybe...", Tommy cuts me off face set in a grimace eye shiny with tears.

"Paul.... I'm not sure I'm ready for this! and FUCK!" Suddenly I notice that there is a puddle on the floor and his pants are wet....my eyes widen...he's in labor!! Quickly and carefully, I manage to keep Tommy somewhat calm as I quickly clean up the mess, change his pants and run & quickly grab the bags and keys, and help Tommy out to the car so we can high tail it to the hospital. All the while Tommy is sobbing and cursing....

I pop off a quick text to Gene & Eric and we practically FLY to the hospital.

"P-Paul, t-they are g-getting closer! Hurts!! Make it stop! Please...", Tommy reaches for my free hand and squeezes.

"I know it hurts Tommy; I know...if I could take away the pain I would, but soon we will hold our daughters in our arms!" I reassure my husband and he again squeeze my hand.

Finally, after a seeming eternity we reach the hospital where Tommy is checked in and hooked up to monitor's and given something to take the edge off the pain. It will still be hours yet till our daughters arrive.... Tommy sighs in relief about being given pain meds...

"Oh.... that's SO much better!"

"I imagine it is, I—, "I am cut off by the arrival on one Eric Singer-Simmons and his husband Gene. Eric who looks exhausted but happy as he carries his and Gene's two-month-old little girl: Luna Rose Simmons who looks like both her parents.

"Hey guys! How are you doing Tommy?" Eric exclaims animatedly. Tommy rolls his eyes, but playfully.

"I'm in labor with twins...so all things considered I'm fantastic! Scared though I admit. It seems to hurt a lot more since there's more than one. And aw, you brought Luna!"

"You feel ok enough to hold her, Tommy?" Gene asks eyeing Tommy with concern since he is once again sporting a grimace on his face...contractions if I had to guess.

Tommy nods and carefully he's given Luna and he turns to me. "Paul....aw, look at our little niece! Oh, I am ready for our girls t-to be here." Tommy falters a bit on the last part, looking scared.

"Tommy, I know your scared...but I am right here with you. You're going to do great; you can do this! Do this for us!" I reassure him and he manages a smile but hands Luna back to her parents. Hours pass by how many I don't know.... Eventually, Eric & Gene went out to the waiting room and apparently, we found out all the guys had arrived. Finally at long last it's time for Tommy to start pushing....

"P-Paul.... get them out!!! Why did I let you knock me up with twins?!!", Tommy pants heavily, sweat pouring down his face mixing with his tears. "I-I can't do this!!"

"Tommy yes you can! You must push honey.... our daughters need to be here, ok?" I kiss him quickly and he bears down screaming and cursing all the while and has a death grip on my hands, I don't DARE move. After several minutes a loud cry is heard: Our first-born daughter!

Quickly she's placed on Tommy's chest, wailing. "Paul...oh star-shine! She's beautiful! Oh, this is SO Worth it! She looks like both of us, but I think she has my eyes...or the-the shape o-of them!"

"She's perfect just like her mother! You're doing so great Tommy! She will be our Carrie Beth." I sob, but then Tommy again grimaces with a pained look and Carrie is taken to be cleaned and weighed...time for daughter # 2....

Tommy pushes for several minutes, and our second daughter is out and wailing just like her sister.... here she is our Sarah Jane. Sarah looks to be a carbon copy of my husband but has my lips and eye shape...beautiful...both of our girls...beautiful and as perfect to me as their mother.

Sarah too is taken to be cleaned and weighed and Tommy & I proudly and tearfully sign their birth-certificate and at last Carrie and Sarah are carefully laid in my husband's arms and both have their little eyes open, seeming to take everything in. Gently I stroke their little heads and give them both kisses on their fore-heads and kiss my husband sweetly on the lips.

"Oh Tommy...look at our little stars! I am so proud of you! You did SO good my love...so good! We're parents now!"

Tommy beams at me, "Our little stars...our little hearts.... hearts & Stars.... our space-angels."

"Wonder how long it will be before we're invaded by the rest of the guys?", I muse. Tommy smirks....

"Oh, it won't be long, I'm sure." Carrie and Sarah make cooing noises and I melt. "You want to hold them before we get invaded?"

"Of course, I do!", carefully I take both of our daughters into my arms. Here we are, we are one...our family is complete, my little angels are here! Someday I hope to have more children...many more children. Tommy has said he'd love a big family, but for now we are a family of four and I wouldn't trade my life, my loves, for anything.

A/N: THE  TWINS ARE HERE! NEXT THE KISS FAMILY WILL MEET THEIR NEWEST MEMBERS!