My Own Superhero (A Stephen Amell FanFic)

Chapter 31

Hello lovelies! I have an idea, and I would love to hear your thoughts. I was thinking of ending this book in a few chapters, and doing a sequel surrounding their oldest son Sam and JJ. I don't know for sure yet, but I wanted to see what y'all thought. Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 31

Kai POV

Gosh, time flies when you're busy. I was in the ninth month of my pregnancy and exhaustion was taking its toll. I was bed bound, and I knew this was going to be a tough few weeks. We had wrapped on shooting, which I was grateful for, so I could have someone home to watch the kids and keep me company. Sometimes it was just Stephen, sometimes it was the Padalecki's, or the Ackles', or both, or even sometimes David or Katie would come and hang out here. The company was nice, and the boys were kicking my stomach all the time. They were relentless. I slept very little and it was making me crazy. I could tell it was taking it's toll on Stephen, so I often let him go out and have a day to himself.

Actually it was funny, it was baseball season and Stephen was, of course rooting for his Blue Jays, and I was rooting for my Mets. It was Game Six of the American League Championship Series, and the Jays and the Royals were both playing well. I had let Stephen go over to a friend's house to watch the game, and I was watching his twitter feed, because, well, because I wanted to. His tweets were killing me, and at the time Jared and Jensen were over because the wives were busy, and I was laughing so hard, I think they thought I was dying. They both came running in when I started laughing and when they saw me, they both breathed sighs of relief. I brought them over and showed them the tweets and they started chuckling.

The Jays ended up losing, so I tweeted him: @StephenAmell, so sorry about your Jays. I hope (and pray) you will now support the @Mets (your wife's team) for the World Series!

A few minutes later he had favorited the tweet and replied: @MrsKaiAmell, it's okay sweetheart. I would support your @Mets, but I can't support a National League team. I still love you, but I can't let it happen. :(

I chuckled and favorited it back. This is what I loved about us. We could love two different sports teams and still not let it get to us. I mean that sounds ridiculous, but we were so perfect for each other, it was a little out of control. We had the perfect life and we had all the friends and family we could ever need. Life was good.

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Wow, three weeks seem to have flown by. It was my final week, and I was ready for these babies to be out of me. I was in the bedroom, and everything hurt. The pressure on my bladder and stomach was immense, and my body was exhausted. Stephen came in and asked how I was feeling. I told him I was hurting but otherwise okay. As he left, I felt a foot connect with something inside me and I let out a groan. All of a sudden, he was back in the room and I felt the pain increasing in my lower abdomen.

"Hospital..." I whispered.

Stephen nodded, grabbed the bag, and we went to the hospital. When we arrived, they ushered us into the room and we got settled. When Dr. Marlowe came in, and checked to see how dilated I was, I was displeased to hear that I was only a few centimeters. Finally, I got the epidural and things calmed down. Stephen shot everyone a text and sooner or later there were several loving faces standing at the door. I looked into the faces of the people that I loved, my sister, my brother in law, who happened to be Jared Padalecki, and my whole extended family, and it was then I realized how lucky I was.

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After hours in the delivery room, and after having seen everyone, it was time to push. I pushed for a long time, and finally Baby 1 was out. He was passed over to me, and when I looked at him, I looked at Stephen and whispered, "Carson Christopher Amell." Again I pushed and when the second one came out, and I was handed him I whispered, "Emmerson David Amell." We had decided on their names a long time ago and we loved them both.

After a while of waiting, finally two small blue bundles were brought into the room. They were placed in my arms and I inhaled that new baby smell. I loved that scent and wished they could stay that way forever. As I looked down at them, I soon heard four sets of footsteps. I knew one was Stephen, and I had to assume that the other three were my other babies. When I looked up and saw their smiling faces, I couldn't help but smile. I brought them up to the bed with me and introduced them to their brothers. They were so excited, especially my oldest, Sam, who had wanted a brother for so long. Stephen took Sam out of the room for a sec so I could talk with my daughters. "So, there are now four boys in the house, yeah?"

They nodded. "So, we girls need to stick together, okay?"

They nodded again. After a bit, Stephen came back in, trailed by Jared, Rae, Jensen, Daneel, JJ, and our little boy. I looked at all of them and couldn't stop smiling. I introduced them to the twins and everyone was happy. I had everything I needed. They were all perfect and I couldn't believe how lucky I was.