𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝟔𝟎

Time Jump Warning: 9 Months Later

Davis stood by Sadira's bedside, trying to hide his worry behind a calm expression as she gripped his hand tightly, her knuckles white with the effort. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the strain on her face from hours of labor. Every now and then, she would squeeze his hand so hard it felt like she might break his fingers, but he didn't care. He'd take that pain a million times over just to make this easier for her.

He glanced down at her, marveling at how strong she was. Sadira's soft voice was always her signature, but today it trembled with the weight of what she was going through. He couldn't do much except be there for her, but damn, he wished he could trade places with her and bear some of the pain himself.

"You're doing amazing, baby," he whispered, his voice low and steady, hoping his words would give her just a little more strength. He brushed the damp hair from her forehead, his heart aching at how hard she was working to bring their babies into the world.

The room bustled around them, the nurses and doctor preparing for delivery. One nurse, in particular, had been giving off the worst vibes, and it didn't sit well with Davis. She stood there, prepping a large needle with an attitude that rubbed him the wrong way. He could tell Sadira was bothered too, but she was too focused on the contractions to really speak up.

"I don't want the epidural," Sadira said, her voice soft but firm. Davis immediately noticed the nurse's dismissive expression, and his irritation spiked. This wasn't the first time this nurse had ignored what Sadira wanted. Davis's protective instincts kicked into high gear as he saw the needle being prepped against his fiancée's wishes.

Before he could say anything, the nurse, with a snarky tone, turned toward them and asked, "Is this the baby daddy?"

Davis narrowed his eyes at the way she said it. There was a judgmental edge in her voice that made his blood boil. He could see Sadira's lips twitch in annoyance, but she was holding back, still breathing through another contraction. The nurse wasn't done. "This generation... always wanting to be baby mamas, never wives."

That was it.

Davis's chest tightened as he saw Sadira's eyes flash, and before he could even step in, she was already sitting up, her voice sharper than he'd ever heard it.

"First of all, it's none of your business," Sadira began, her voice still soft but layered with an edge that surprised him. She raised her left hand, flashing her engagement ring right in the nurse's face. "I'm his fiancée. Second, you better leave before I say something that's gonna crush your soul. And third, if you keep eyeing my man like that, I'll reach over and deal with you myself."

Davis's eyes widened a little, and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. That was his girl. He put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down on the bed gently before she could actually get up and throw hands. "Boo, chill. She's not worth it," he said with a low laugh, his voice calm but firm. He turned his gaze to the nurse, his expression hardening as he pointed toward the door. "We need a different nurse."

The woman glared but didn't argue, packing up her things and leaving the room. As soon as she was gone, Davis leaned down, kissing Sadira's forehead with a grin. "She's gone, baby. You don't need to worry about her."

Sadira nodded, munching on ice chips and looking a little more relaxed now that the tension was gone. Davis knew how sensitive she could be, and watching her stand up for herself like that only made him love her more.

A new nurse came in soon after, a young woman named Daisy. Her badge had little daisy stickers all over it, and her energy was completely different from the last one. She seemed shy but kind, and Davis immediately liked her. She went about her work quietly and respectfully, asking Sadira if she was alright every few minutes. Davis kept his eyes on Sadira, his heart swelling with pride at how she handled the whole situation. She was so strong, even now, and it blew him away.

But then, it was time. The room went still as the doctor stepped in, positioning himself at the end of the bed. The air shifted. The contractions were coming quicker, more intense now. Davis felt a pit form in his stomach as he watched Sadira's face tighten with pain. He hated seeing her like this, but he knew this was what had to be done.

"Alright, Sadira," the doctor said calmly, "on the next contraction, I need you to push."

Davis leaned closer, his voice soft but steady, trying to keep her grounded. "You got this, baby. You're so strong. I'm right here."

The contraction hit, and Sadira's body tensed. She let out a low groan as she bore down, gripping his hand so hard it almost hurt, but Davis didn't flinch. He was her rock in this moment, and he'd be damned if he didn't stay strong for her.

Her face twisted in pain, her body trembling as she pushed with everything she had. Davis watched, his heart pounding in his chest as the doctor guided her through each push.

"There's the head," the doctor announced, his voice steady. "One more big push."

Davis leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "One more, Sadira. You can do this."

Sadira's breath hitched, and with a guttural cry, she gave one final push. Davis's heart nearly stopped as he watched their baby girl slip into the world, her tiny cry filling the room seconds later.

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as the doctor placed their daughter on Sadira's chest. Davis looked down at Amara, their little girl, so small and perfect. His voice was hoarse as he whispered, "She's beautiful, baby. You did it."

Sadira looked down at their daughter, her eyes filled with tears, her body still trembling from the effort, but there was a smile on her face that Davis would never forget.

But it wasn't over. Davis knew she still had to deliver their son, and even though Sadira was completely drained, she gathered herself for one more push. He held her hand, whispering encouragement as she went through it all again.

Sadira pushed again, this time with the last bit of strength she had left, and just when Davis thought she couldn't do it, the doctor announced their son's arrival. Amari let out a strong cry, filling the room with the sound of life.

Davis's throat tightened as he watched the doctor place their son on Sadira's chest next to his sister. He was overwhelmed, his chest aching with pride, love, and relief. He kissed Sadira's forehead again, murmuring against her skin, "You're incredible. Look at them, babe. You brought them into the world."

Sadira's soft sobs filled the room as she gazed at their twins, her hands trembling as she touched their tiny bodies. Davis gently wiped her tears, his heart so full he thought it might burst. He looked down at his children, Amara and Amari, and then back at Sadira.

This was the happiest moment of his life.

As they marveled over their newborns, friends and family started filtering into the room. Tierra, Egypt, Tariq, Brayden, Don, and Izale all gathered around the bed, eyes wide with awe and excitement. Tariq, now the godfather of the twins, stood beside Brayden, who was the proud uncle. They all offered words of love and congratulations, and the room was filled with joy and laughter.

Davis couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. Their family was growing, and the love in that room was overwhelming. He held Sadira's hand, knowing that this was only the beginning of their beautiful, chaotic life with their twins.

And he couldn't wait to see what came next.