Family Problems (Boyxboy+mpreg)

Part 15

 ~Two Hours Later~

 “Okay, after this I am going to need you to stay here. You will be admitted now and can leave after the babies are born. I can’t risk you not being here if another bleed happens. You are on strict bed rest and I don’t want you up more than half an hour a day if that.” Dr.Troy said and Travis tightened his hold on my hand.

 “If it keeps the babies safe and in there, he can do it. Right babe?” I nodded and rubbed my stomach.

 “Yeah, I can. How long do I have to keep them in here? Until I know they will be safe?”

 “Full term would be great but up to at the very least thirty six weeks would be great. They have a stronger chance of surviving then.” I nodded and took some deep breathes. Six weeks. Piece of cake. I can do this.

 “Six weeks baby. You held on this long another six weeks should be easy.” Travis said and smiled at me well rubbing my stomach.

 “How is my small baby?”

 “They look as though they are about a pound smaller then baby number one but I am hopeful it hasn’t interfered with the development much. I will need to do ultra sounds every day and regular test.” I groaned and closed my eyes…. Can I handle six weeks? The doc stayed and talked to us for a while and then about an hour later we all relaxed and took some deep breathes.

 “I never moved that fast ever.” Dad joked and rubbed his stomach laughing. He was sitting in the chair in the room with Daddy sitting on the arm rest by him. All of us laughed then and I was so tired now. This has been a long day. “I really need some grapes and cheese right now. And a bed, this kid is sucking my energy again.” Daddy rubbed Dad’s back and said he would be right back.

 “I need to pee.” Travis looked at me like I was crazy.

 “I don’t want you moving. They said it was a tear in… something and that you shouldn’t be moving much.”

 “What do you expect me to do? Pee the bed? I would need to move then too.”

 “I will ask them to get one of those ones that go right beside your bed.” He was out before I could object.”

 “Damn him.” I shook my head and closed my eyes.

 “Your Daddy was a lot worse. When I was pregnant with you guys your father didn’t want me doing anything. To be fair I was a little… emotionally and mentally unstable then. He had a right to be that way.”

 “Emotionally and mentally unstable?” I looked at Dad then and he looked down at the scar on his hand and forearm.

 “I went through a hard time babe. It wasn’t easy for me or your father. We’ve been through a lot and we fight sometimes because of these things. Our relationship is amazing and I know we are meant to be together but sometimes it gets hard. Honey I need you to be strong through all of this okay? You are strong, I was eighteen when I found out I was pregnant with you guys and I freaked out. I did something stupid I regret it every day but there is nothing I can do to change it. You need to be stronger than me okay?” I feel like crying, is the scars from something serious? Did he do them to himself?

 “Dad….” He slowly got up and came over to me.

 “I was scared when I got pregnant with you and your brother and sister. When I found out I thought I was a freak and that your Dad wouldn’t want to stick around with me. I thought I was going to be a bad dad and I thought it would be best if you guys weren’t even born. Well then I thought I was only having one baby. That’s beside the point. I snapped one day at school and I ran to Tyler’s house and locked myself in his bathroom. I got a razor and I did this to my hand.” He showed me the ugly scar he had on his left hand, it was a half of an x going down from in between his thumb and pointy finger. “I shouldn’t have… I wasn’t in a good state of mind. I let this happen again when I was around seven-ish months with you guys. All the thoughts came back and I wanted to tell your Dad but it was too late. I let it get to bad and I shut down. Then he gave me a knife to help him with dinner and I did this.” He showed me the other scar on his forearm. “I have some bad days still but you know what gets me through?” I shook my head and he gently took my face in his hands and wipes under my eyes. “My babies. I told you this because if you ever feel like you’re not good enough you come to me or your daddy and we will help you. Okay? Never feel like you can’t talk to us baby. I love you.” I pulled him closer to me then and hugged him and he hugged me back. He was hard with both of our stomachs but we managed. He was crying and so was I and that’s how my Daddy and Travis found us.