Life Unknown

Chapter 7

It took me months to get the courage to tell my mom. During the time she didn't know I would spend the night at Damien's and the day at my house.  Most of the time when Damien wasn't with me Natasha was.  She had become my friend down here, and her daughter was adorable.  It's because of her that I eventually got the courage up to tell my mom I wanted to move out.  She always encouraged me to do what was best for me and all the moving around was not really the most pleasant thing to do when your eight months pregnant with twins, and Natasha reminded me everyday that I was very pregnant with twins.

When I finally told my mom she didn't take it well. After arguing with her for hours about it and eventually telling her that it was not her decision anyway she finally agreed. She didn't want me to get hurt again, but I knew he couldn't hurt me. I knew he would be there for me from now on, and exactly six weeks before the babies were here we were settled in our new place.  The girls even had there own room!

We had just finished painting the nursery pink and brown, and there were two of everything all around the house. Damien said they shouldn't have to share just because they were twins. I know it's important to make them feel like individuals but just the two cribs cost 800 dollars. When I told him that I thought that we were spending too much money he just said that he had to make up for not being here the first five months, and his daughters deserved the best.

He was defiantly getting them the best.  Our condo, which we owned, had four bedrooms and two bathrooms. He said once they got older they would want their own rooms, and he wanted more kids, so we could keep one room the nursery. I said that we had to make it through these two first and then we will see about having more. I was thirty-four weeks pregnant and trying to make it to thirty-seven. I only needed to make it to thirty-six with the twins, but another week and they would have more time to grow and develop.  One of the babies remainded smaller, so I wanted her to be able to have as much time to grow as she wanted.

Damian started school immediately and his days were mostly spent there.  I was usually at the house all day trying to relax. I went on maternity leave from school when I was around thirty weeks because I was getting so big and I was too exhausted to go most of the time. Then I got scarred, because I was starting to have some pains in my tummy. My doctor had already had me in the hospital once and had stopped my labor so it was time to just come home. 

So on the day the girls were born, November 11th, I was just doing my usually thing, I had been feeling crampy all day so I was taking it easy.  I was sitting on our couch, which was not as comfortable as my old couch, rubbing my tubby when all the sudden my water broke.  I thought I had peed myself at first then I noticed this liquid was not yellow, and it didn't smell like urine.  Today I was all by myself because Natasha and Damian had school and mom was at work, so I started getting a little scared.  I texted Damian, I swear he texted back in less that thirty seconds.

He was on his way home and was going to be here in ten minutes.  It made me feel better to know he was on the way, I slowly went to our room, luckily the condo was not a two story condo, and everything was on the first floor, I didn't think I could make it up the stairs at my mom's right now.  As I reached for the bag I had packed, I had my first real contraction.  It hit me so hard and sharp that I fell on the floor and couldn't move.

I laid there on the floor even after the contraction had stopped.  I couldn't find the strenght to make it off the floor.  As I laid on the burgundy carpet in a ball I waited to hear the door open.  I had another contraction before Damian made it there, and by the time I heard him call for me I was in tears.

"Harper, baby where are you?  Let's get going."

"DAMIAN, in here, I can't get up!"  Finally help had arrived.  I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw him running in the room.

"Everything is going to be alright Harper. Let me help you up we need to get to the hospital."

"I don't think I can move Damian, please just call 911 we will have the babies here."  The desperation in my voice killed him I could see it.

"No, lets go to the hospital they might need medical attention or something could happen to you."  He helped get into a sitting position and slowly I stood up and started walking to the car.

"They are early.  What if something is wrong?"

"They might not be full term but their lungs are fine and they will be healthy you know what the doctor said that they may come early. That's why you have been getting the steroid shots."

"Yeah lets hurry please I think I am about to have another contraction."

At that moment I had a bad contraction and it almost made me pass out, thank God we were already in the car.