Don't Leave Me Again..

Chapter Twenty-four

For the past two weeks, everything's been pretty quiet. I've been going to work, which Abel hates because my water can break at any time, but I just told him it would be fine because I'm already at the hospital.

Abel and I decided not to move into our new house until we brought the twins home. We're still trying to figure us out, but Abel's it for me. He's home for me.

Once we brought all the guys home from Stockton, Tig decided then that it was time to pass the gavel to Abel. He said he's too old to still be doing time inside. Dad also stepped down but kept a seat at the table to help Abel and Jackson figure everything out. Once they have a good handle on everything, he'll step away from the table.

I'm halfway through my rounds when my water breaks. I've been having mini contractions all day, but they started to get more intense the last hour or so. I pull my phone out to call Abel as I'm walking to labor and delivery to tell him he needs to get here. He tells me he'll call our parents.

"I love you, baby." He tells me.

"I love you now get here so you don't miss the birth of our twins." I say, then hang up. I lean against the wall and squat down, trying to ease my contractions.

"Gracie, are you okay?" I turn to see my boss and let her know I'm just on my way to l&d because my water broke and my contractions are getting closer. She offered me a wheelchair but I asked her to just walk with me.

After what felt like stopping every two steps, I finally made it to l&d. My boss let's the nurse at the counter know what's going on, and they both help walk me to a room. I let my boss know who my doctor is so she can get her here.

"Sir, you can't be in here." The nurse tells Abel after looking him up and down.

"He's my husband." I tell her.

"Oh, my apologies." She says and finishes hooking me to the machine so they can read the babies' heart rates.

When she finishes and leaves the room, Abel comes over and grabs my hand. He tells me our parents and half the club are in the lobby, which I laugh at because it could literally be hours before I actually have the twins.

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After ten very long hours, I finally had the twins. Abel and I are in awe of them. Almost everyone got to see them and went home, giving us some alone time with our babies. Filip had to spend some time in the nicu because of a genetic heart defect but was released after a couple of hours. We'll just have to watch him closely.

Abel's laying in the bed with me because anytime we pull the twins away from each other, they cry. So I'm leaning against Abel, so the babies' heads are touching. Hope had a lot of hair where Filip had close to none.

We refuse to sleep because we just want to stare at them. They were what was missing in our lives. They made us, us.

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When we got home because the twins hated being separated so we ended up having to make the play room a joint nursery because they hate being separated, so until they get bigger, they will share a room.

The first two nights were kind of rough, but we got through it. Mom and Wendy stayed with us the first three nights we were home because obviously we had no idea what we were doing, so they were helping us learn. Last night was the first time we were alone, and they only woke up three times, so we were able to get some sleep.

Abel has to go back to work at the garage so we can still pay bills and because I'm on leave and won't go back for twelve weeks. Me and the twins will be bored all day, but mom will come by later to see how we're doing.

We ended up choosing Lynn for Hope's middle name. I'm painting the letters that will go on the walls of their rooms when mom comes in dad and Tig right behind her.

"Where are the twins?" I point towards the hall telling them there in the nursery.

"Don't they just went down for a nap." I tell them, and they all stop and turn around. I laugh at them.

"What am I chop liver now that the twins are here?" I ask them. They all laugh but tell me no. Tig lays himself out on the couch, and dad does the same on the other one. Mom's sits down and asks for a paint brush.

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Five minutes later, both dad and Tig are snoring. Mom and I laugh, making joke about them being old.

"How'd they sleep last night?" Mom asks me.

"Good actually only woke up three times. I didn't have Abel help me just because it was his first day back, so that was hard, but I managed." I tell her.

"Sweetheart, just having one baby is hard, I could only imagine two at one time by yourself. Just remember you're not alone and in Idaho anymore. Let Abel help. I didn't want your dad's help at all, but when I finally did, I wish I had done it sooner." Mom says, then picks up the letter she's painting and rotates it, making sure she doesn't miss a spot.

Hope starts crying. I look at the baby monitor and wait to see if she's going to go back to sleep. Her crying ends up waking Filip. Dad jumps up and kicks Tig's leg to wake him up.

"We got them little." Dad tells me as him and Tig rush to the nursery. Mom stands up and goes to make the bottles.

"Were not that old by the way, princess." Tig tells me when they get back with the babies. Mom hands them both a bottle and then sits back on the floor to continue painting.

The rest of the afternoon dad and Tig swap the babies like every fifteen minutes. Them only letting mom and I have them if they need a diaper change.

I'm so glad I decided to come home when Jackson got out because had I not, this wouldn't be my life, I think to myself and smile. Mom asks what I'm smiling about, and I explain.

"Sweetheart, we're glad you came home too." She tells me with dad and Tig nodding their heads in agreement.