A few more weeks have passed, now putting my fiancée at 4 months pregnant and Nikki is around 8 by now...time is going by so fast...But, in any case Tom is far enough along now that we can find out what we're having...or in our case make it official, as Tom and I have discussed many times the mutual dreams we've had of our son and daughter. In our hearts we KNOW.... Tom now is still asleep on his back; he'd been napping and his appointment in this afternoon. Currently the time is around 11:30 am and I'd been taking care of household stuff, and I've just entered the bedroom and I stop short and continue to stare at my fiancée. His long silly essentially Raven hair is fanned out around him in a halo, his lashes rest against his cheek and even in sleep, it seems he's smiling. In other words, he's a fucking goddess...my GODDESS.
I quietly tiptoe, laying out towels and all for a shower that I know he'll want to take.... but suddenly, that raspy rich voice I love so well sounds out---
"Vinny?"
"I'm here babe, just been taking care of household stuff and laying out these towels for you...I figured you'd want to shower when you woke." I go to sit on the bed and immediately, Tom burrows into my embrace.
"I feel better after a nap..." Tom suddenly looks shy; it amazes me that I have that effect on him. "I missed you."
"And I missed YOU...and the kids. It's around 11:30 if you're wondering, still got plenty of time till your appointment. And I can make you something to eat." Tom is looking at me with awe, like I hung the moon.
"I just...wow...you never cease to amaze me Vinny."
"Well, I am pretty amazing!" I quip.
Tom snorts in amusement, "You're SO lucky you're cute and sexy and you are so cheesy by the way."
"But Pom-Pom...you love my cheese....in fact I can be the cheese to your croissant." I wiggle my eyebrows and Tom bursts into laughter, but then stops abruptly...worrying me until he grabs my hands and places them on his swollen stomach and my eyes widen and the tears fall.... I've never felt this before, with Skylar...Beth wouldn't let me do what I am doing now...though Skylar moved or kicked Beth bitched about when I was near...but, this sensation...the babies are kicking! "Oh TOM...TOM!"
"I know...I know Vinny! It's amazing!" Tom gushes tearfully, "They are kicking!" Tom gives me a watery shit-eating grin. "They kicked right after you said that joke...seems our children agree with me on you being cheesy!"
I aim a shit eating grin of my own at Tom, "Yeah you keep telling yourself that pom-pom! They love daddy's sense of humor and think I am hilarious!" I can feel myself frown, prompting Tom to ask—
"Vinny?? What's wrong?"
"I---"I take a shaky breath. "You don't know what this means to me...what you're letting me do and feel...feeling our children kick...feeling them move.... Beth would never let me touch her, I mean rub her belly, let me feel Skylar move.... but Beth bitched that Skylar would only move or kick when I was near...but I NEVER got to feel that." I sob. Lost in the pain of the past, with my present and future before me until Tom's gentle hands cup my face.
"Vinny...God, I am SO fucking sorry that bitch did that to you! And what an evil selfish person...to not let you feel our daughter move, but she moved when you were near...she KNEW then who loved her. You can feel our children kick as much as you want...I've never said 'no' and I never will. You don't even have to ask...I love your touch because it's YOURS."
"I LOVE YOU..." I whisper, feeling so moved...I can't even begin to explain. We kiss and I taste our combined tears and Tom's own heady scent, and then for a few minutes more continue to feel our twins move, and kick gently...if I live to be a million, I'll NEVER forget this...Finally, with my help Tom gets out of bed, and I help him shower before first letting him piss. I love taking care of him, it never gets old, and I love it because its Tom and for the first time I want to do such things. Soon Tom, is bathed and patiently I dry and comb his hair and help him dress in comfy clothes and head downstairs, me never once letting go...
Tom decides he wants to eat my famous sandwiches and cucumber salad and requires hot sauce and peach flavored tea to go with it, which I gladly give him before fixing myself something and he and I end up fighting over the hot sauce, which trust me is hilarious...I totally let him win by the way...
Before I know it, we are back in an exam room at my fiancée's appointment, him just having had his weight and blood pressure taken, during which he snapped at the nurse about him not wanting to wear shoes...so wisely it was let go, but Tom did tearfully apologies. He is now laying up on the exam table, me right by his side of course holding his hand.
"I'm nervous Vinny...excited but nervous..." Tom pauses as a smile graces his features warming my heart and aweing me at the beauty of the sight. "Huh...they started kicking soon as I said that. Like they are saying 'it's ok'."
"They're not wrong you know.... i know they'll be healthy; you're doing everything right Tom. "I say seriously, and I can't help but claim his gorgeous pillowy lips and the doctor comes in a moment after we part....
"Blood pressure and weight are good; did you have any questions before we start on the ultra-sound?"
Tom and I share a look and shake our heads in the negative, and so we then begin the ultra-sound, my reverently lifting Tom's shirt, exposing his swollen stomach and I note the faint movements under his skin, and smile...our children are moving still, and God do I love it. The gel is applied and Tom shivers, and gently squeezes my hand and I squeeze back, both my fiancée and I eager to find out officially, though we know in our heart and after a seeming eternity...we see those precious outlines of our twins as with wide and tear-filled eyes...our dreams are indeed a reality...
"Here we see...baby A is a boy and baby B is a girl...one each! And two very happy and healthy twins!"
Tom turns to me with tear filled eyes, "Vinny...OH VINNY...a dream come true!"
"I know babe. This is amazing!" I gush. We get a stack of ultra-sound photos after the exam is over and head home and talk on the way....
"We should talk about names Vinny..." Tom pauses a moment, eyeing me. ", I thought of a girl's name.... I want to name our little princess Vanessa after you Vince...the female version of your name and middle Name...Skylar." Talk about serendipity!
"Skylar told me to use her name as a middle name.... Tom, I love those names...Vanessa Skylar it is! What about our son?" I am so fucking choked up right now, but it's so fucking worth it!
Tom gently rubs his swollen belly in thought before answering, "Well...not sure..."
It comes to me, "I know that I want Thomas in there...Thomas for a middle name for you...hmm, first name though..." I muse. "What do you think of Grayson Thomas? Or Ashton Thomas?"
"Hmm..." Tom murmurs, before smiling. "Ashton Thomas."
"Ashton Thomas it is." I agree smiling myself. "Ashton Thomas and Vanessa Skylar...perfect names for our perfect children. Love you Tom and I love...Ashton and Vanessa and Skylar...all our children so much!" The tears come, but they are tears of joy as Tom echoes my words. Just wait until we tell all the guys!!
A/N: Humor, Heart, love...romance, tenderness...and the twins' genders revealed! Next chapter will see Tom and Vince visiting Skylar's grave and soon their wedding and the birth of Nikki and Jeff's baby girl. Stay tuned!
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My Metal Angel (Vince Neil X Tom Keifer A Love)
RomanceFebruary 1986, another new year...and all is NOT well. Especially for one Vince Neil, who has in the past year lost EVERYTHING: his four-year-old daughter to cancer, his wife who was never there for him anyway even before his daughter's cancer...now...
