Shot in the Dark: A Mick Mars X Ozzy Osbourne Story

Chapter 55: Me and Our Angels (Hospital Visit Part 2)- (Ozzy POV)

Reluctantly I've just left my poor husband, my heart breaking at the pain he is in and am on my way to greet my children and our family. Michelle and Angel, so scared and I know that kills Mick...it kills ME. Damnit all though, I am PROUD of my daughters as young as they are taking care of their mother, staying with him. That proves how very much Mick is loved by them, and that Mick and I are doing well very well raising them, but better than we ever could have imagine not so long ago....

I am brought out of my reverie by two cries of 'daddy' and little running footsteps as I manage to catch both of my daughters, who are crying...the poor little things and I too begin to cry...

"Daddy Pease! Mommy no with angels wight?!" Michelle's tearful little voice asks.

"Mummies have baby wight? Mummy.... scared!" Angel wails. My daughters, my heart WEEPS for them.

"Look at d-daddy please." I managed to get out. "Your mother isn't with the angels, and I promise I and the doctors and nurses will do all they can to keep him with us.... he wouldn't willingly leave us. Things will not be easy for a while yet, but he especially needs us."

And it turns out I was indeed right, EVERYONE is here. And the unmistakable sounds of tears echo.

"I wanna see mummy.... want mummy an ew to come home." I do too my precious Michelle...my darling princess.

"Come on, let's go see mummy, yes?" I get up off my knees and scoop them up in one move and I turn to the guys, "Just....thank you all for helping with the girls and the support. I feel neither Mick nor I can do this alone....and I see we will not have to."

"Never." One Nikki Simmons-Sixx declares adamantly and adds on, "and with what Mick has done for me.... you bet your ass I'm gonna be there."

"Well said man." Vince Neil-Lee says from beside Jake, and he has tears in his eyes, hands on his little baby bump and he is only one month ahead of Mick....my poor firefly. Michelle and Angel, both hold my hands, and we make our way to him, and I feel the onset of tears and my heart sinks when I enter the room at seeing how pale Mick is, he's just gotten sick, and he looks ashamed....so very lost and underneath all that he is glad I can FEEL that to see me and especially our two daughters. I am vaguely aware of our family finding seats, I can feel my daughter's tremble.

"Shhh.... It's ok little loves. It will be, maybe you can help your mother feel better," I whisper to them, looking down into both sets of little eyes.

"Ok daddy." Michelle states solemnly, Angel....her eyes...HIS eyes stare straight thru me filled with tears. My heart fucking breaks.

"Mick...darling...we're here my love..."

"Oz..... I am so....so sorry." Mick hangs his head and both my girls DEMAND to cuddle with their mother, and I have not the heart to tell them 'No' nor would I. I warn them to be careful, and they cling to their mother desperately, Mick buries his face in Angel's hair as well as Michelle's. "My angels....my little angels." Two sets of tiny little hands reach out and do what they've so often seen me do, gently cradle my husband's face in their hands.... there is NOT a dry eye in this room.

"Mummy.... when comin' home? An' why so Sikki an' we miss ew an' daddy." Mick manages to find his voice to answer Angel.

"Soon....i hope...soon.... when they tell me it's safer for me and....well daddy and I have to tell you, you will be big sisters." Mick's large hands hold both of theirs to his face.

"Mummies have baby.... why so sick an' sad?" Michelle asks and both look between my husband and i.

"My loves...your mother....is really ill and sad...because...part of it, is that he is carrying 3 babies...so you will have three siblings and he...he had.... we nearly lost him when he had the two of you." I say haltingly. Their little hands drop from Mick's face, and they wrap their little arms around him.

"Dat twue?" Angel asks Mick.

"Yes....it's true." He whimpers. "I...I... just...like daddy said I was...really sick with you two and with your brothers or sisters even more so. I was sad then and I am sad now. I am SCARED.... but I would do this over and over...give me life for you and your siblings.... I just feel like a terrible parent to the both of you.... and....and this...is all my fault....i am scaring you both, I should take care of you.... your father, our family."

"Dat not twue! You are not tewible (terrible) mummy, you da bestest eva! We scare-y (Scared) but we wuv ew, an' no can help (Help) bein' sikki!" Michelle cries.

"Sissy wight!" Angel declares before saying, "We take care of ew....me an sissy! No be stubborn arse!" I bite back a chuckle at her swearing and Mick surprises everyone by laughing.

"I bet money you heard that from daddy, didn't you?" Mick's look despite still being teary-eyed is amused, which relieves me greatly.

"They bloody well did not." I counter teasing. Mick shakes his head before his look turns into the look that breaks my heart, lost and forlorn.

"Mick...firefly.... Please." I whisper.

A brief moment where he laughed.... his laugh so rare, to those that don't know him but none the less priceless....i worry, God do I worry....

"Can I have a kiss?"

"You NEVER have to ask darling; you know that." Softly now as I lean over and kiss him, he can FEEL. I whisper in his ear, "Never forget how much you are loved and that you are not alone in this, you never have to feel ashamed of your moods, of ANYTHING....I love you."

"I love you too Oz and them SO much." Mick whispers before apologizing to everyone present and thanking them all for coming before he turns back to our twins and believe me there were protests of him apologizing...he has NOTHING to apologize for. I am at this point holding one of his hands and I refuse to let go. "Angel....Michelle.... place your hands on my stomach.... carefully now.... and...and do you wanna feel the triplets?" Mick instructs gently before sounding unsure.

"Pease mummy.... we wanna." Michelle speaks for her sister who looks to me and I tell her, both of them its ok. Slowly both twin girls place their tiny hands on their mother's stomach, and they rub it.

"Mummy say dey (they) three a' ew in there. I wuv ew.... He needs wots' a wuv. Mummy love ew and sissy and daddy.... ebbyone. Hope mummy come home soon...I want mummy pway guitar," Angel's eyes....my firefly's eyes are filled with tears once more, spilling down her little cheeks.

"If I didn't have you and your sister and you siblings.... your father, I couldn't do this.... if I....if something happens to me, remember I am always with you.... always." Mick whispers to her.

"Daddy sings special song for mummy!" and I know exactly what song. And so, I sing "mama I'm coming home' and by the end of the song Angel and Michelle are both asleep, they've had a hard time...to say the least and no one has the heart to move them, it's very bitter-sweet, them cuddled around my husband's swollen stomach....my children all together.

"Your voice really is magical Ozzy." Mick says lowly, managing a smile and he is so very exhausted.

"I'd argue YOURS is...YOU ARE." I counter, "Firefly get some sleep, ok?"

"I've slept enough.... I want to visit with everyone. Talk some.... please Ozzy?" Mick begs me quietly.

"Ok....firefly, but if at any point it's too much for you...let me know. They will understand."

"I will my prince...I will." I lean over carefully so as not to disturb our daughters and kiss him and his baby bump, before resuming my spot at his side, holding his hand as we talk lowly to our family....

A/N: The bitter, the bitter-sweet and a wee bit of humor. Next is part 3 of the hospital visit and the following chapter after, will see Mick be home for a brief time sadly before another hospital stint.