Someone You Really Love // A Damon Albarn Romance

33 - New Life

September 1996

Maryanne's POV

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I felt a warm wetness spread during the night and I sat bolt upright...shit....

"Damon...DAMON..." I shook his shoulder, he was sleeping facing away from me. "Dame think my waters have broken", I hurriedly whispered slowly moving myself to standing up, it wasn't easy when heavily pregnant with twins.

"Uhhh, what? Oh bloody hell", he grumbled in his sleepy state and sat up almost instantly and grabbed the phone next to the bed. He called the driver and apologised for the early call but to come drive us to St Thomas' for the birth.

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They'd arrived at were admitted to the maternity ward where over the next 19 hours Damon had his nerves tested for then any show he's ever performed at.

But the time finally came, and Damon's hand was squeezed and almost broken by the time Maryanne brought the most beautiful twins Alexander and Antonia into the world. Damon couldn't hold it in anymore and fully cried when handed Antonia while Alexander was cradled by Maryanne.

"Aren't they the most beautiful babies you've ever seen?" Damon smiled adoringly at the twins and gently rocking Antonia as he stood on the spot.

They then swapped children, "I'm so happy", Maryanne also cried with tear drops landing on Antonia's head.

"Oops," she laughed stroking Antonia's soft head. "I love that you can see features of both of us already..quite subtle cos babies all look the same but it's incredible", Damon looked closely at the babies in awe.

After an hour the Albarns came pouring in as well as the Blur boys who, funny as it seemed, acted the most maturely Damon had seen of them. Everyone took turns holding the twins, it was a memorable sight to behold.

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1998

Damon's POV

I was really adjusting to family life, and now the twins were two! I surprised Mare was fine with me taking both or one of the twins to festivals on occasion... I mean I wanted them to become future musicians too. Was that bad of me to get them started young?

We always attracted loads of attention while I milled about with the little one in my arms. But if I had a babe in arms? I was fine, complete. Mare stayed at home quite a bit, she was fucking beautiful anyway I mean bloody hell she never was not hot, but she wanted to get her fitness and figure back. I didn't see it as vanity but that she really cared about her health and appearance. Fair enough I suppose.

Over the year though she did get more comfortable in joining me to festivals and parties, some with the babies and some on our own while mum and dad kindly offered to babysit them.