The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Fang sat in the living room, chatting casually with his parents while Marc played with his toys nearby. Suddenly, he froze, feeling a sharp, unmistakable sensation. His breath hitched as the realization hit him his water had broken.
“Tan!” Fang called out, his voice trembling.
Tan was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Hearing Fang’s tone, he rushed into the room, alarmed. “What’s wrong, babe?”
Fang clutched his belly, his face pale but determined. “my water just broke.. ”
Tan’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly snapped into action. “oh shit.. Alright, stay calm.” He darted upstairs to grab their bags they’d prepared weeks ago, his hands moving quickly yet carefully.
Meanwhile, Fang’s parents, sensing the urgency, helped him to the car. “We’ll stay with Marc,” Fang’s mom assured Tan as he hurriedly joined them. “Just focus on Fang and the babies.”
In the car, Tan kept glancing at Fang, who was breathing heavily, trying to remain composed despite the contractions. “You okay, love? We’re almost there,” Tan said, his voice steady but filled with worry.
Fang nodded weakly, gripping Tan’s hand tightly. “Just... don’t drive like a maniac, okay?”
Tan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, trying to lighten the mood. “I’ll do my best, but no promises. You’re kind of a priority right now.”
At the hospital, the nurses quickly took over, wheeling Fang into the delivery room. Tan stayed by his side, holding his hand through every contraction, whispering words of encouragement. “You’re so strong, babe. You’ve got this. I’m right here.”
Fang, despite the pain, managed a small smile. “You better be. You’re not allowed to faint.”
Tan chuckled nervously. “Not a chance.”
Hours passed, and finally, the cries of not one but two babies filled the room. Tears streamed down Fang’s face as the nurse handed him the first baby girl, swaddled in a soft blanket, while Tan held the second.
“They’re here,” Tan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Our girls.”
Fang gazed at the tiny faces, overwhelmed with love. “Daisy and Jelly,” he said softly, calling them by the names they’d chosen. “They’re perfect.”
Tan leaned over, pressing a kiss to Fang’s forehead. “Just like their papa.”
Back in the hospital room, Fang rested with the twins in his arms, Marc on his tiptoes, peeking over the bed to see his new sisters. “They’re so tiny,” Marc said, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“They are,” Fang replied, smiling. “But they’re strong, just like you.”
Tan wrapped an arm around Marc, smiling at his little family. “We did it, Fang. They’re here.”
after days in hospital now its time to go home. The room was filled with a serene warmth as Fang cradled one of the twins, and Tan held the other. Marc sat beside Fang, occasionally leaning over to touch his baby sisters’ tiny hands with curiosity. Just as the calm settled in, the door creaked open, and Fang’s parents walked in with bags of food, their faces lighting up at the sight of the new additions.
“Look at them,” Fang’s mother said, her voice filled with awe. “They’re so precious.” She leaned in to kiss Fang’s forehead, a gesture of pride and love. “And you—you’re amazing.”
Fang smiled weakly. “Thank you, Mom. I feel like I ran a marathon, though.”
His dad chuckled softly, placing the food on the table. “Well, you deserve all the rest you can get now. We’ll take care of everything else.”
