Living Longer//Michael Clifford no. 2

Chapter 11/12

Chapter 11

Mia's POV
I sat in the hospital room, playing with Michael's hands when I felt it.
A kick.
"Michael!" I cried.
"What's wrong!" he freaked.
At this I laughed.
"The baby! It kicked!"
Michael sighed.
"Don't do that!" He sighed. "You gave me a heart attack!"
"At least I know you care!" I said playfully.
Laughing Michael out a hand over my belly in time to feel another kick.
"Oh," he smiled.
"That's our baby," I said.
"Yeah, our baby," he emphasised.
I slowly began to swell up over time and when I was released from the hospital I was the size of a balloon.
Of coarse news had circulated that I was in a car crash and I was having Michael's baby. Being in a band was a bit strange for us still but the boys were used to it. The fans were very supportive.
I was about 8 months pregnant and I had a scan to go to.
The car pulled up slowly at the hospital.
Today was the day that I found out the gender of my baby.
I walked into the hospital with Michael holding my hand.
I signed in and waited with Michael playing nervously with my hands.
"It's going to be a girl," I said stubbornly.
"Boy," he whispered.
"Mia Clifford?" the doctor called.
That's right, I liked the sound of that! Even though Michael and I weren't officially married, I still wrote down his last name because I wanted nothing to do with my dad.
"Come on," I said, pulling Michael along with me.
We reached the room and the doctor asked me to lay on a table.
He pulled the shirt over my bump.
Michael sat in a chair and played with my hand again.
"It's going to get cold," the doctor muttered as he put a cold gel on my stomach.
I gasped and Michael chuckled.
"Okay," the doctor said as he started to drag the scanner across my belly. "This is your baby, and..." a faint beating could be heard coming from the monitor.
"That's the baby's heart beat," the doctor said. But what I didn't expect was the faint beat overlapping the first one.
"Is that?" Michael started.
"Yes, that's a second heart beat, you have twins."
I looked at my fiancé and smiled.
"How did we not notice it before?" I asked.
The doctor laughed.
"It's because sometimes the babies hide each other, so that it appears that there is only one baby," he said.
"Do we know the gender?" I asked.
The doctor looked at the screen and smiled.
"You have a boy and a girl," he said.
I looked at Michael and smiled.
"Charlotte and Jakob." I said. "Jakob with a 'k' because then we can shorten it to jake."
Michael smiled.
"That works," Michael said.
The doctor wiped the gel off me and printed us a copy of the scan and with that we left.

Chapter 12

I smiled as Michael looked through the cupboards of our new apartment looking for the snickers that I was craving.
"There aren't any!" he exclaimed.
"What!" I cried. "Baby needs snickers! And pickles," I added, putting a pickle into my mouth.
My hands clutched a pickle jar and I was eating them so fast, the entire jar was nearly gone.
"I'll go to the store and get some more snickers," he said and with one glance at my pickle rampage, he added, "and some pickles to."
I laughed as he raced to the store.
I was in my last month and my eyes were still only a bright butterscotch colour, not that I was complaining...
I had had many practise contractions and... fuck!
This was so annoying, I had just run out of my pickles.
I looked at the jar and sighed.
I walked into the lounge room and tried to sit down but I ended up screaming instead.
Fuck!
I was having contractions!
The front door opened and Michael came in just in time to catch me.
"Fuck," he muttered. "Wait here."
He laid me down on the lounge and went to get our 'baby bag.'
After grabbing that he helped me into his car, the only one that had two baby seats.
I sat in the front as Michael drives to the hospital, one hand on the wheel the other on my hand.
"It's okay," he breathed.
"Are you serious?!" I half screamed. "I'm about to have twins and its 'okay?'"
I slumped back in the chair when another contraction hit me.
I screamed a curse and screamed at Michael to hurry up.
We eventually made it to the hospital and as we made our way down the hall, my water broke.
"FUCK!" I cursed.
"Come on baby, lets find a doctor..." Michael said as he spotted a wheel chair.
He put me in it even if he might get in trouble later.
"Help!" Michael called to a passing doctor.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked.
"My fiancé is having twins and her water just broke."
"I hate you so much! Why did you do this to me?"
Michael looked shocked but the doctor laughed.
"They always say that, don't worry."
The doctor looked at me and took over the wheel chair, guiding me through the hospital.
I was taken into a room and they laid me on a bed.
"It's going to be okay baby, it's alright," Michael whispered.
"Your going to have to push," a doctor told me after a few moments.
Struggling, I pushed as hard as I could, gripping Michael's hand.
"Come on baby," he whispered.
After what seemed like a lifetime of pushing, I felt something move and heard faint crying.
"Ha!" I celebrated. "Charlotte or Jakob?" I asked.
"Charlotte!" the doctor replied, walking away with my baby.
"Were is he going with my daughter?" I asked, freaking out, and by how hard Michael was squeezing my hand, he felt the same way.
"The doctor just needs to clean her up and then wrap her in a blanket so that she stays warm," a nurse replied. "Now, we need to get Joseph!"
"Jakob," I snapped.
Michael looked at me with a 'calm the fuck down' look and I did.
"Okay," I sighed.
I pushed for about 10 minuets when I felt movement, but no noise came after.
"Why is my baby not crying?" I cried.
The doctor looked at me with remorse.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"No," I sobbed.
Michael looked at me and tears trailed his face.
"My baby boy," he muttered.
"Can I see him?" I asked.
The doctor handed me the small figure of Jakob and I laughed at how much he looked like his daddy. His tiny face was so small it was funny, and his little eyes were scrunched up. He would have been a beautiful boy and a handsome man.
"Can you keep his body so that I can get a grave ready?" I asked.
"Of course."
Michael looked at me.
"We're burying him at our house, in the roses," I said.
We had a large rose garden at our house and I thought it would be good to have my baby close to me.
Michael looked at me and smiled weakly.
"That'd be a great idea."
I looked again at the baby in my arms and when the doctor said he had to take my baby boy away, I let out the tears that I was holding in.
"Please don't take my baby boy away, I need him in my arms, he never opened his eyes, never tasted food, never seen a sunset, never had his first kiss, never had a friend, never had a pet, never seen... he has never seen his daddy, never seen his mummy!" I cried. My little Jakob never had anything.
A faint crying could be heard coming closer and when Charlotte was brought to me, I held Jakob and Charlotte and realised that they would have been identical twins.
They both had extremely pale skin, from Michael, bright lips, from Michael, hell, they were the exact image of their father.
At least now I'll have an idea as to what Jakob would have looked like.
I looked at Charlotte as Michael took Jakob and held his first born son.
Charlotte had not yet opened her eyes but she was still crying.
I cooed and rocked her gently until she just made a gurgling sound.
My baby girl.
Charlotte gave a little whine and that was when she opened her eyes.
They were a light blue with flecks of brown in them, indicating that she would have some sort of brown coloured eyes.
"Looks like they're not just me after all," Michael laughed.
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Mia?" Michael asked.
"Yeah?"
"I think we should give the doctors Jakob now," he whispered.
"Okay," I sighed.
I bit my tongue and watched as try carried my beautiful boy away..