I Can't Make You Love Me

Chapter 10.

6 WEEKS LATER
Joseph's P.O.V.
I couldn't sleep knowing that Mo and I would soon have our babies. We've done everything possible to make sure that she wouldn't have another miscarriage; and thankfully she hasn't. She is scheduled to give birth in 2 weeks, and neither of us want to wait that long. I know she is definitely ready to have our twins because the morning that we started feeling them kick, they haven't stopped since. Especially at night, causing her to have late restless nights. But the only plus side of the past 6 weeks is that Mo's hormones went way up and now all she wants to do is have sex. I gladly accept her urges, but I know that every now and then I tell her "no" because she needs to take it easy.

Right now, it is around 8:00 a.m. and Mo is finally asleep, but I'm not. I carefully got out of bed, cautiously moving so I would not wake her up. I tip-toed downstairs and into the kitchen so that I could start making breakfast. I made chocolate chip pancakes and put strawberries on the side. I quickly ran upstairs to wake Mo up. She was still sleeping like a rock, so I went over to the bed and laid down next to her. started leaving a trail of kisses from her shoulder, up her neck and all over her face. She started giggling and smiled. "Morning baby, and babies" I said kissing her and then her stomach, which was now rather large.

"Good morning" she said smiling and getting out of bed. We went downstairs and ate breakfast. Mo and I talked about what we were going to do in the next two weeks.

Mo's P.O.V.
Joseph made breakfast and it was delicious. We ate and talked about what was going to happen in 2 weeks. However, just after we finished and we were cuddling on the couch, my stomach started cramping. I told Joseph that I had to go to the bathroom, and the second I got in there, the babies started viciously kicking me. It hurt so bad that I thought I couldn't walk. I looked down at my belly, but I got distracted by water on the floor. OH SHIT. It wasn't the babies kicking me, I was having a contraction because my water broke. I threw the bathroom door open, "Joseph!" He came running within 2 seconds almost tripping, "what happened?" "Joseph, my water broke! We have to go to the hospital now!" He quickly nodded, got my bag, and helped me into the car. He also called the hospital and made sure we got a private room. I held his hand the whole way there, squeezing the life out of it whenever I had another contraction. We got there in less than 10 minutes because Joseph was speeding the whole time. They immediately brought us to our room. Joseph left the room for about two minutes to call Johnson, but once he came back into the room he never left my bedside. The contractions hurt like never before and they got closer and closer together. About an hour later, my nurse came in and said that I was ready to push. Joseph was told to get into scrubs and yet he still never left my side. The doctor told me to push every minute, especially when I had a contraction. Soon enough, the first baby was ready and the doctor told me to push extra hard. I did screaming though, but Joseph screamed with me. "Your first baby is a boy," the doctor said while handing him off to a nurse to be cleaned. "oh my god, Mo we had our son, holy shit." Joseph said jumping for joy. He came right back to my side and the doctor told me to get ready to push again for the second and last baby. Within the next two minutes of pushing and screaming with Joseph, we had our second twin. "Congratulations, you have a girl," the doctor said handing her to the other nurse. Joseph helped me off the delivery seat and onto the larger bed where we could both sit. I could hear them both crying out, and I could tell that Joseph was super anxious to hold them. The nurses carried our babies over to us, and handed them to us. I held our son while Jospeh held our daughter. "Do you have names picked out?" the nurse asked us. "Connor Somers-Morales for our boy, and Amara Somers-Morales for our daughter" I responded. She nodded and wrote it down. I looked over at Joseph who was already looking at me. "What?" I asked. "You said Connor and Amara Somers-Morales. Meaning they don't have your last name and have mine." He said with a smile. "Well I wouldn't want them to have any other name. Plus your last name is better than mine" I said looking at Amara and Connor. I could see Joseph smiling before he said, "Oh I see now. I just thought that you wanted their last name to be mine cause you know yours will be that too." My eyes went wide and I heard him chuckling to himself. "Well I-" I started but was cut off by a nurse, "your friends are all in the lobby, would you like me to get them?" Joseph and I both nodded and about two seconds later Johnson, Nate and Sam all came running into the room; even our friends other friends, Cameron, Aaron, Shawn, and Matt. They all surrounded Joseph and I. Each one of them got a turn holding Amara and Connor. Both of them were smiling at each boy, but especially at their dad.

The doctors made me stay overnight because they wanted to make sure our babies would be alright on their first night; and Joseph was luckily allowed to stay.

The next morning Joseph and I went home with our babies. He carried Connor and I carried Amara inside. Their nursery was perfect, separated into two sides; one with everything pink for Amara and the other with blue for Connor. Once we laid them in the cribs, Joseph and I quickly left their room quietly.

Joseph picked me up bridal style and carried me into our bedroom. We didn't even wait until we got into our room before we started passionately kissing. I moaned into his mouth just before he threw me on the bed and climbed ontop of me. He broke away and I whimpered, "I know the doctor wants us to wait 6 weeks to do anything, but that doesn't mean that we can't make-out and cuddle right" he said already knowing the answer. I smiled and only answered by pulling his face down to mine so our lips would meet again.