Vanessa's POV
9 months... 9 FREAKING MONTHS pregnant and i could barely move... i was crabby... FAT and tired of it... my tummy weighed the same as the rest of my body..... i swear.. no joke..... But Niall.. he was... wonderful.. rubbing my feet, cooking for me.. bringing me flowers and chocolate every day....
"We're getting close now babe." he cooed as we laid in bed one morning.
"Yes... and I want them out.... boys girls, one of each.. i don’t care.. just OUT!" i whined. Apparently they must have been listening, because as soon as that last word left my mouth....I felt a gush of water leave my body and soak the bed sheets....and Niall's boxers.
"Oh my god... NESS!!!" he squealed excitedly, "Way for them to listen!!!"
"Yeah yeah yeah we can talk about how obedient they are after they're born JUST GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL!" I squealed.
"Okay okay.. let's go.." he said, excitedly, grabbed my back, hurriedly thru on clothes and got us down to the car.
"Ni...call Jeny and...Harry." I said in a strained voice once he got me in the car.
"I will love.. i want to get you there to make sure you and those babies are safe first.. then I’ll make calls.." he said, driving closer to the hospital. By the time we got there I was in a whole new world of pain. I was rushed into a private room away from potential prying eyes and my midwife began to run all my pre-birth tests.
"Stop with the damn tests and just get these things out of me...." I whined.
"Babies Vanessa... Babies... not things," she giggled.
"I wouldn't say that to her if I were you." laughed Niall.
"You watch it." I snarled. "Don't think that just because you're my husband I won't hesitate to swat you."
"Oo i welcome a healthy swat," he smirked.
"What if it's from your sister in law?" shot Jen from the doorway.
"I dunno.. would Harry approve?!" my husband joked, getting a hard smack upside the head from me.
"Ow! Alright I'll shut up." he pouted.
"Yeah you betta," I growled, my Australian accent thick and menacing.
"Well you're just a bundle of laughs aren't you?" said Harry.
"HEY! You would have been just as beaten if you had been at your daughter's birth," I snarled. Jeny's eyes widened and Harry looked like he was about to cry.
"Nessie." Niall warned and out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry slip out the door.
"Sorry.. i just... it hurts so much.. i just want it to end..." I whined, leaning my head back.
"well then let's get to it.. shall we?" my midwife said, gesturing for Jennifer out and getting my legs propped up.
"Okay; now on your next contraction we're going to start the pushing process. So when you feel pressure, I want you to put your chin to your chest and push down hard. Okay?"
"You got it boss!" I said, and sure enough i was pushing like mad for almost an hour before i heard a loud cry fill the room.
"A girl... we have a girl....." the midwife announced, as Niall cut the cord and the nurse took her to clean her up.
"Olivia." I panted. "We have an Olivia."
"Right.. Olivia... oh my gosh.. she's beautiful baby..." Ni smiled. After about ten minutes or so we had baby number two crying.
“Another girl.... twin girls..... congratulations Nessie.. you did a wonderful job!!!" my midwife celebrated.
"Two little girls....two little Princesses." Niall smiled, taking me into his arms while the girls got weighed and measured. I was so happy in that moment.. and nothing could have ruined that... and as far as Harry.. well he knew it was just the hormones... and him and Jen.. well they eventually got pregnant again with their 2nd child... a son... Spencer Howard Styles..... But all of our lives and futures were just beginning..... and I couldn't wait for the next part of our new lives..... babies.. children and the best part two years off with my husband home...... Life was good an I wouldn't do a damn thing to take it all back.
~~~~Author's Notes~~~~
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