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

Chapter 60: Back in the Hospital Part 3

December 12, 1986, the day after Sixx's birthday and so much has happened in the past month, I scarcely know where the fuck to start. Suppose I should start with the obvious: month 2 of my hospital stay, having had to spend Thanksgiving in the hospital of course, but I had my family and that's what mattered. Now to the actual heart of the matter: my belly.... FINALLY, FINALLY my morning sickness began to or is tapering off and my stomach has grown so much and is constantly changing, the triplets are at a healthier weight.... though when they are born, they will still be SO small. In fact, I am very hopeful that I will be home with my Family for Christmas. So, lots of good things, but then again.... I've grown and am growing ever rounder, my spine hurts worse, it's hard for me to walk and I already get breathless if I walk too long. I must have help doing everything already and I hate that, I know WHY I need it but still. I just feel so weak and tired all the time, I couldn't fucking do this without Ozzy.... without our family. And 'lucky' me, the Doctor has decided to put me on STRICT bed rest.... which luckily for Ozzy and honestly myself, doesn't include sex. All I know is I fucking hate it with a passion, yet I know the reality. Even more 'good news', my Doctors have scheduled me a C-Section at 8 months...April 11, 1987, to be exact and I am TERRIFIED.... fading bit by bit.... or so it feels.

"Mick? Darling.... are you ok?" Ozzy's concerned voice floats to me, and I realize just how tired I am and the fact we've gotten me a teensy bit of exercise walking the halls, Angel and Michelle let go of my hands, as carefully Ozzy helps me into a wheelchair, and I come back to myself more when he kisses me.

"So tired...deep in thought....they are moving around SO much." I whisper, rubbing my swollen stomach, feeling movement everywhere...my stomach seeming to bounce in every direction. I love feeling them move.......it lets me know they are ok.... that I am ALIVE still. I hate being so damn tired though. Ozzy is my rock, my absolute fucking rock....

I feel my husband's hands and two tiny sets of precious hands belonging to Michelle and Angel on my stomach, feeling their siblings/children....and it makes me cry at how beautiful this is.

"Let's get you back in your room my love and get you some rest before the Doctor comes round, said had news." Ozzy looks nervous, making ME nervous. Neither of us can help that. Ozzy wheels me to my room, the girls sticking as close to my side as they can get and FINALLY after an eternity, my husband carefully helps me in bed, IVs and all settling me back against the pillows, but not before massaging my back with his WARM hands and feet and my belly and I lean my head back and sigh, the triplets still very much moving.

"Daddy? Can we tell Mummy?" Michelle asks, sitting in Ozzy's lap with her sister.

Ozzy smiles softly, "I think that would be wonderful little loves."

"Tell me what?" Knowing my husband, it in part involves spoiling the hell out of me.... surprises, good ones though.... really just what I need right now.

"Daddy make house pweety for kissmas (Christmas)." Michelle's eyes are so like Ozzy's eyes are lit up, making me get a bit misty.

"Yeah an' Daddy says prize for ew mummy." Angel chimes in. That's my Ozzy, my prince of Darkness going ABOVE and beyond, he's done so much for me...he DOES so much for me, and I can't imagine a life without him beside me...

"I thought it would cheer you up, decorating the house for the holidays and there are other surprises besides. One of which I cannot wait to tell you.... the nursery for one. I don't know yet what we're having but I chose colors that work for both boys and girls. I'd do anything for you my love...anything." I aim a watery smile at my husband, touched to my core.

"I love you Oz....so much. You do so much for me, the kids....it just means everything to me." I whisper. Ozzy replies that he loves me to, and manages to lean over and kiss me and before anything else can be said the Doctor comes in, and we all jerk our heads around, waiting with bated breath, all of us hoping...HOPING for a miracle, I reach for Ozzy and I feel him, managing to hold my hand in his, squeezing.

"I have some good news for everyone, we believe that you are well enough to go home Mick. Of course, you will be on strict bedrest and there will be weekly visits....but right now, everything is looking good." I'm going home.... I am going HOME!!!!

My family, all of us are in tears....a miracle, a Christmas Miracle!! The Doctor further tells us, that to be cautious of course, with my spine....and the potential birthing complications....but still I am going to home in time for Christmas! Then comes the best part of all, and wait...when did my eldest join me in bed? Ah well, doesn't matter...they are here with me. Ozzy, holding my hand tightly.

"Two more days and of course you can go home Mick, would you and your family like to find out the genders?"

"YES." I breathe out and I ask Ozzy, "What do you think my love?"

"I think..." Ozzy is choked up, "it would be amazing." Michelle and Angel chorus their agreements, and next thing I know, my husband has lifted my hospital gown, exposing my swollen stomach, our twins looking on in fascination at the images on the screen, three...tiny, tiny but precious and healthy babies and each little baby is pointed out in turn....my eyes widen...

"Here Now.... very happy and healthy babies, AH...Baby A here is.... Congratulations a boy!"

"A son...a son." Ozzy whispers.

"Then we have baby B.... a girl.......and it also looks like baby C is a girl. Congratulations.... two girls and a boy." I am so fucking happy...going thru what I've been going thru...and even the worst possible outcome, cannot kill my joy right now. Ozzy is peppering my face and then my lips in kisses. Soon enough the gel is wiped off and it's back in my room. Ozzy and I share a look....

"What do you girls think, two new sisters and a brother?" Ozzy asks, and our oldest are not disappointed in their reactions.

"Oi! Betta change lotsa poo-poos daddy!" Angel says, I snicker. "I cited!" She adds on.

"We dwess brother up an whittle sissies...an' play wit dem." Michelle states cutely.

"You wont be able to play with them for a bit." I chuckle, freezing a moment.... before I realize. "Oz...OZ!" I grab his hands and place them on my stomach.... which looks like its popping now.

"Blimey.... they are...kicking!" Ozzy laughs and cries at the same time. And indeed, it's a series of thumps all over the inside of my stomach, my hands join my husband's. "Ere' girls, be careful and feel your sisters and brother move." Carefully Ozzy helps Michelle and Angel with feeling their little sisters and brother move and kick.

What a day, I find out I am going to after 2 fucking months go home.....HOME, and in time for Christmas?! It's very bitter-sweet, because there is still the threat to my happiness hanging over me, the fear of my not making it for good....and my health, but right NOW I am happy. Two more precious little girls and a son....and thru it all, I have my beloved Prince of Darkness...my beloved: Ozzy.

A/N: Mick will be going home!!! And in time for Christmas!! And how precious he and Ozzy, found out the genders of their triplets!! Next chapter will be the first of two parts, Mick coming home and the holidays with the Mars-Osbourne Clan.