I both knew and didn't know if that makes any sense, that I was asleep for so long.... a lot of it, it felt like, or I thought I was dreaming. Looking back NOW though, I both did and didn't. Things seemed to come thru in bits and pieces, at times I could HEAR things.... the sound of tears, smell things like my beloved alien's scent, hear other things like the cries of my babies....
It was eternal or felt like it.... always though, Mick.... Mick came thru...Erica, my triplets.... I swear I missed them even in sleep, I tried so hard to respond and I couldn't. and Until I at last woke up I didn't KNOW just how much of a toll it took on my husband and eldest child, but STILL they were by my side and for the first time I would meet: Stormy, River and John and be reunited with my beloveds on what would turn out to be November 3, 1996.
SORE, so sore.... tired.... beeping noises......hospital, I am in the hospital.... what...happened?......OH, OH......the triplets.... emergency I think.... Ok, Eric...Eric, breathe.... breathe.... this hurts, it will but they need you...your family does. WAKE UP!!!.......someone at my side, the sounds of tears...no someone's....one.... the scent of lemons, leather, and Vodka...the other, a small but warm weight....is my face wet? Who......MICK.... MICK.... ERICA.... PLEASE!!
Beeping increases, vaguely I am aware of my face being wet.... everything sore beyond belief.... talk...come on Eric....my eyes feel like their lead weights, slowly......slowly, things are blurry.... blurry...
"M-Micky.... E-E-ERICA...J-John, St-ormy.... R-River...." My voice, hoarse....as if I hadn't used it in so long.... sobs, things coming into focus slowly, slowly.... vision clearing and I find myself staring into the tear-filled eyes of my beloved alien and my daughter, Erica......who is clinging to Mick for dear life....and my babies, where are my babies.
"Eric?" Mick croaks, breaking down into sobs. "—Is...this real? Please tell me its real.... I-I've missed you.... god, i-I have missed you." Five o'clock shadow on his face, much more prominent than it was.... he looks like he's been thru the ringer and my poor precious Erica has too.... i can SEE the toll and I have just woken.... what...have.... i DONE? What happened?
"Mick.... Erica.... s-sorry.... S-SO...SORRY.... r-real.... its.... i think...real...." I feel the tears streaming down my face, "I love you...." Breaking off into a coughing fit and it hurts.... i feel, water...ice cold.... those hands I love so well helping me......
Before I can even form words...or anything else really.... i feel those beloved, and I do mean beloved lips belonging to my alien upon my own, slowly...slowly, lasting for an eternity and my husband rests his forehead against mine....
"Oh ERIC.... ERIC.... you.... you've been asleep for 2 weeks.... this.... this has killed me seeing you hurt so much, suffer.... you've.... you've been through ENOUGH for so long. But I've never been fucking prouder or more in love with you....and if you are wondering River, Stormy and John are doing so damn well baby, so well...they are small, but....so strong, so strong...and...they are in the nursery, being bathed.... they need to be fed soon...." Mick cradles my face in his hands, his words sinking in, and it hurts to hear, and any guilt I have felt starts to disappear.
"Micky.... the last.... The thing I remember is thinking of how much I loved you, loved Erica and the triplets. I can tell you blame yourself, I'd blamed MYSELF, when....really its no one's fault Micky...I love you...I love our family...and...god, I saw you...I saw you and our children....i relived my nightmares....i heard....i swear I heard you and Erica...the babies too....and I tried...so HARD to respond." I sob, Mick holding me now.... Erica clinging to my other side, clinging now to me. I've missed so much...missed them so much.... everyone.... everyone....it...all is fucking worth it. I'd go through this for NO ONE ELSE but MICK.
"M-Mommy...." I carefully turn my gaze to my oldest daughter, "It...Weawwy...been...foreva.... I help daddy wots and' take good care of babies. I wuv ew mommy....it twue dat...you hear me? Daddy say dat twue." I slowly, pushing past the pain...pull her closer to me.
"I HEARD you princess.... you said you and..." I break down, "Your father and you were wrecks...that you dreamed of me all the time, that you loved me." Her little eyes are wide.
"Mommy awien." And I can't help but chuckle at that.
"The alien's mate sweet girl." Mick's lips cover my own once more before the nurses come in, shocked at the sight of me awake, but vitals are taken....and I am told exactly what my body has been thru, which makes me break down more....but I understand....and then I am told I will still need to be in the hospital awhile to recover and they will bring the babies and I get nervous....
Mick who refused to let go of me during my examination if you will, and of course being the alien senses how I am feeling...for he replies with, "Hey...its...its ok. Don't be nervous, though...I understand, I can tell you now that they LOVE you Eric and I know that you will be as amazing a mother to them as you are with Erica, NEVER doubt that."
"Thank you...you're right..." A gentle kiss to my lips and I am HOME...and oh how I've missed this!!
We cuddle for a teeny bit more before I HEAR and SEE, more importantly at last SEE three of the still to me tiniest but no less BEAUTIFUL human beings wheeled in and I nearly stop breathing at the sight and the tears renew themselves.... even the nurses have tears in their eyes.... John, River, and Stormy wailing...and waving their fists in the air, feeding time....
Mick murmurs to them as I manage to pull down my hospital gown...and I am laughing and crying both, as soon...I am handed our son...John.... who instantly feeling my heart and warmth of my skin, quits wailing...Mick helping me support him, in tears...Erica in much the same state as John roots around and finally latches on....
I speak to my son for the first time, "You must be John.... John Robert Mars..." John's little eyes gaze up at me, "---You look, so much like me. And...and mine and your father's eyes..." I murmur wonderingly. "—I am so beyond happy to meet you, I hope you know just how very much I love you...I love you and your sisters so much."
"John...was the first born." Mick tells me.
I chuckle with out jostling my still suckling son, "The oldest.... first born..." I pause lost for a moment in memory, "---The oldest just like my brother.... oh Micky.... i can't believe all this is happening." Emotional once more.
"You don't know Eric just how much you're doing this for US and going thru all this means to me.... how much I have missed EVERYTHING about you and how damn beautiful you look right now." Mick sounds choked, very much so...but I hear the love....
John before long is full and with help for the first time, I burp him and kiss his little forehead....
Then it's the girls turn....and I immediately KNOW which of my daughter's is Stormy, Stormy is pure Mick, she has eyes like stormy skies...a combo of mine and Mick's with my lips....and then River, River is a combo looks wise of Mick and I...and god, how I love ALL my children....and once more with my husband's help, I feed both little girls....and I can't get over that this is real...all of it is real and it was worth it.....it IS worth it.
Mick and I manage to share a kiss, he can't stop, nor would I want him to, and he tells me, the moment that gets me more emotional...
"Why don't I help you hold the three of them? And Eric? I love you Sapphire....so much."
"Me wuv ew too Mommy!" Erica chimes in....
"I love you both too, and the triplets....and Micky? I would LOVE to hold them...I'd love that SO much!" My voice cracks....
A/N: Emotional Reunions and Eric is at last awake! Stay tuned for the part 2 to this!!
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