Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

53 (Travis Version)

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This chapter was written by the lovely @shiningjustforyou13 , with whom i had the honor to work with for a while now and I certainly hope i get to continue doing so in the far future. 

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"Shit!" Taylor gasped, bowing forwards as she clutched at her stomach. "Fuck Travis, I knew you were good but I didn't know you were that good."

"I'll try not to take that as an insult." I murmured, and she forced a laugh through her moan of pain. "Did it work?" I asked, though I was pretty sure it had.

"Yes it fucking worked you idiot, can you not tell?" Taylor smacked my arm playfully. "I think we should get Isla back in here because I think it worked a hell of a lot more than we thought it would. These kids are coming out of me."

I nodded, rubbing her shoulder before rushing over to the door. I found Isla quickly and told her that Taylor was in pretty active labour, and she gave me a small smile and nod. She came with me back to the room where Taylor had tugged her robe back closed over her body, her forehead slick with sweat as she rubbed her stomach. I immediately rushed to her side and placed my hand on the small of her back, rubbing gently. She gave me a grateful smile.

"Okay, guess that worked pretty quickly." Isla joked, and Taylor laughed tiredly. "You feeling like you need to push?"

"Yeah." Taylor grunted, her nose scrunched up in pain.

"Okay." Isla pulled on some gloves. "Well you seem to know the drill, so just push when your body tells you too."

Taylor nodded, her eyes flickering over to me as she reached over and grabbed my hand. I weaved my fingers through hers and squeezed tightly, knowing she'd probably clutch my hand so tightly my fingers might break, but I was fine with that. Whatever she needed to get through this, I'd do. She was the one pushing two Kelce babies out of her body, and that had to be one hell of a job.

"Alright." Taylor huffed, leaning forwards slightly. I flattened my palm against the small of her back, knowing she needed me to help her through pushes. She was exhausted after so many hours of labour that hadn't been progressing very fast. I felt her hand tighten in mine as a concentrated expression crossed her face and she pushed as hard as she could.

"Good." Isla urged. "That's great Taylor, keep it up."

"Oh jesus!" Taylor gasped, panting for air. "Alright, Belle's decided she's first."

"How the hell do you know that?" I laughed, and she shrugged as she slumped back.

"I can just feel her." She told me, managing a tired smile. "Hey how about we do that thing where we don't tell the girls who's the older twin until they turn eighteen?"

"Yeah?" I smiled, and she nodded. "Okay. I like that idea."

Taylor's smile vanished as she was hit with another contraction and she groaned. I helped her through push after push, and god I'd never seen something so incredible. Taylor forced herself through each and every on with a brave expression, never once saying she couldn't do it. She was so damn strong, and I knew I'd have to get her one hell of a push present after this. Maybe I'd take her all over the world when the babies were old enough.

"Okay, I can see baby's head Taylor, one good push and she's there." Isla said.

"Kay." Taylor looked up at me. "You ready baby?"

"Princess just focus." I murmured. "Don't worry about if I'm ready, make sure you're ready."

Taylor smiled, lifting her chin for a light kiss. Then she pushed, as hard as she could, stifling a cry of pain as she did so. I pushed gently on her lower back to hold her up, and all of a sudden there was the wail of a baby filling the room. Taylor gasped, leaning further forwards to look.