Burnt

Epilogue: Babies

Alison's POV

I sure do miss being able to see my feet. I wonder if they look the same. Though, the last time I could see them, I barely had ankles so maybe I'm better off. Good thing getting to watch my babies move around under my skin is worth it. 

They seriously look like little aliens that are going to burst through my abdominal muscles any day now. I spend a lot of my recently abundant free time looking down at them. Peace feels strange to me. Watching the life inside me grow makes it all make sense. 

"Are you okay?" Amelia's voice comes from where she sits putting books on a shelf across the nursery. 

I halt the chairs rocking as I look up at her. "Yeah." I smile, smoothing my shirt over my bump with both hands. "I mean, other than the fact that I have to pee again but my hips might split apart if I stand up." My shoulders pull back in an effort to get a full breath of air into my lungs. 

Her face lights up with laughter as she stands from her spot on the hardwood floor. "You could've said so. You know I'll help you up." She crosses the room to me, red hair contrasting prettily against the lilac walls around us. 

"It sucks whether you help me or not." I sigh, taking her hands and heaving myself up anyway. 

Gravity harrasses me as I waddle out of the nursery and down the hall to the bathroom. We moved into our brand new house about a week ago. Since then it's been a mad dash to get everything unpacked and comfortable before I go into labor. 

Warm cream paint covering the walls in the hallway greets me when I finish in the beautifully tiled bathroom. My mates voices guide me further down the hall to the hunter green nursery. Poking my head in, I watch them bicker over putting together a walnut crib. 

"You guys need some help?" I ask with an adoring smile on my lips. 

They both turn to notice me leaning against the door frame. "Baby, you're not supposed to be up." Cameron drops the piece he was holding for Chris to come running over to me. 

"I had to pee again." I defend myself as his brother fumbles with the pieces clattering to the floor around him. "Trust me, I'd have rather stayed sitting. Those rocking chairs are comfy." 

He leads me quickly over to the chair on the other side of the room. I grip his arm tightly as I settle myself back in the chair. The weight coming off my feet immediately feels better for my entire body. "Then you should have no problem sitting in them looking beautiful until you safely have our children." He kisses my head softly before going back over to his brother. 

"Why can't they just hurry up and be ready?" I whine.

Chris laughs. "Because they're as stubborn as their mother." 

"And they know that we need more time to be ready." Cam adds on, laughing along and saving his twin from my glare at the same time. 

My eyes roll anyway. "They won't even need these rooms right away. We're ready. I'm ready." I tell them, my voice turning slightly emotional at the end. "I'm tired of being pregnant." 

Amelia walks through the doorway, only taking a second to react to the situation. "Oh, honey, I'm sure you'll go into labor soon." She crouches down beside the chair. Out of everybody, she's been handling my sudden emotional breaks the best. 

And she wasn't wrong. The next day the two of us are in my office on the first floor, organizing all the grimoires we found in the bunker. A dull ache like cramp seizing my lower back through my abdominal muscles halts my movements. 

"Alison?" Amelia asks forebodingly. "Was that what I think it was?" 

My jaw muscles relax as it subsides. "Yeah. I was waiting to be sure but I'm pretty sure that was a contraction." I answer her, slightly out of breath. "Boys!" I then yell.