Blind Love

Chapter 71 • Best Of Both Worlds

"Is there anything else you need, love, anything at all?" Spencer asks and I hum in thought.

"No, I can't really think of anything. I've just eaten, I've got my water and I'm pretty comfortable at the moment. I'm just curious at how long this will last."

Spencer laughs, "And how about you, Harry?"

"Me? I don't need anything, thanks," he answers, readjusting himself in the chair next to the hospital bed.

"Well, you know where to buzz if either of you need anything. I'm gonna make my rounds and I'll be back to check on you in a bit."

"M'kay thanks. Oh has Dr. Tate called you about my treatment yet?"

"Sorry not yet, but it hasn't even been an hour. I'm sure I'll hear back soon."

Spencer smiles cordially at me then Harry before leaving the room. I inhale a deep breath and let the breath out slowly through a yawn. We haven't even been awake for an hour but I definitely could go back to sleep right now.

As my head sinks deeper into the pillow, I smile at the calming sensation of Harry's thumb gently caressing my hand. It's been anything but a relaxing weekend and I know I couldn't have survived it without him.

A heavy exhale captures my attention and I watch Harry shift in the chair to lean his elbow on his knee, still holding my hand with his.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Hm? Nothing. Just tired is all."

"Oh. Do you want to take a nap?"

"Nah."

"Okay . . . Would you like to feel my belly?"

He perks up, "Always, but only if you want me to."

"You're their father. Of course I want you to," I explain, pushing the hospital sheet down. He grins, sitting up to face me in the chair and I guide his hand to my belly and I gasp in surprise.

"What? Did I hurt you?"

"No, but your hands are very cold."

"Oh. I can fix that," he smirks, bringing his hands up to his mouth and he blows into them, vigorously rubbing them together. "There. That should be good."

"I told you that you had nothing to worry about. You're already a good dad, love; warming up your hands for our babies."

He proudly grins and I guide his hands to my belly, being careful of the straps and monitors. I let go of his hands for him to explore on their own and a calmness washes over his face. His fingertips delicately brush over my skin as if he's trying to see what my belly looks like and it breaks my heart.

"You can talk to them, if you want. The pregnancy books all say the babies can hear things outside the womb around this time."

"I remember us reading that part. Have you started talking to them?" he asks and I hesitate for a second.

"Well, not exactly. I don't know what to say. I'm nervous and I know that's ridiculous."

"It's not ridiculous, JJ, if that's how you feel. It's okay that you're nervous, even though there's nothing to be nervous about. They're our babies and I'm sure they'd love to hear their mummy talk to them no matter what you say."

"I know. I'll have to come up with the perfect thing to say first, like it will be my first official words to the twins, not just talking about them to you or other people. It's mind-boggling to me."

Harry exhales slowly, "Would you mind if I talk to them?"

"Of course I wouldn't mind."

"Alright," he clears his throat. "Hello in there, babies. It's your dad. Uhm, while I'm extremely excited to meet and hold you both, we still have a few more months before the actual due date. I can wait if it means that you both will be born healthy. Your mummy and I are doing everything we can to keep you safe in there. Your mummy and I love you both very much."