Seconds Chances *Completed*

T w e l v e

Tony

9 Months Later

I'm due any day now. My stomach looked overly large. Larger than when I was pregnant with Kaylah, and before you start screaming about how I'm supposed to be bigger than usual because I'm having triplets, guys look like they're having triplets, when they really are just having one kid.

I was laying on my back, wishing the pain away. My back had been hurting ever since this morning, and I couldn't tell you why. My feet were extra swollen, a sigh leaving my mouth.

Mike was in the basement, practicing his drumming, since the band got back together. Yep, Pierce The Veil came out of the basement, and actually put music out.

We instantly got fans, and when I told them I was having Mike's three children, the internet went up in flames like it was a forest. Everyone was supporting us, saying they knew Mike and I had thing the whole time, the whole lot.

We put an entire album out, considering we had created it before I got pregnant with Kaylah, and Mike and I broke up. And then a month later, we threw 2 more out. We had a few months of touring, but once I hit my 8 month mark, touring was in the back burners, and getting ready for 3 more kids was set on the grill. On our last day of tour, Mike proposed to me, me quickly saying yes.

Out of nowhere, a sharp pain ripped through my stomach, making me scream so loud, it was like a demon was inside me.

"Tony!" The sound of heavy footsteps alarm me that Mike is coming up from the basement.

My pants instantly get wet, alerting me of what's happening.

"Tony, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are the kids okay?" Mike panics, holding me to him.

"They're coming." I say through grit teeth, trying my best not to scream my head off in Mike's face, because holy shit, it's like the Satan is having a dance party in my tummy with his pawns. "Oh God, they're coming!"

Mike quickly stands me up, a groan flying out of my mouth when he holds me bridal style. He brings me to the car, unlocking it, before placing me in the passenger seat. He runs back into the house, quickly coming back out with the three baby bags, and both of our cellphones connected to his ears.

He throws the bags in the backseat, getting in the drivers seat afterwards.

"Yeah, we're on our way." Mike states, putting his seat belt on. "See you in a bit. Thank you Simone."

I scream again, my entire stomach killing me.

"Yeah, Lincoln Memorial Hospital." Mike replies. "Alright, love you too Kay."

Once he puts the phone down, he steps on the gas, making his way to the hospital.

2 Days Later
Finally, it was over. Giving birth to not one, not two, but three fucking kids fucking hurt like pure hell. But at least I get to hold them now.

The first one is Carmen Nataliya Fuentes. Our second bundle of joy, is Adrian Miguel Fuentes. And last but not least, Marina Rose Fuentes. As of now, both Mike and I's parents are here, playing and adoring the babies.

"How you doin, big bro?" My little sister, Rebecca, questions.

"Tired as ever." I sigh, her giggling. "But it all worked out."

"They all seem like they have Mike's eyes." Rebecca smiles, me nodding my head.

My eyes move around the room until they fall on Mike. He holds Adrian and Carmen, while Kaylah holds Marina.

The look in Kaylah's eyes proved her wrong, her when she continuously said she didn't want any siblings, let alone 2 sisters. But I knew she was just saying that because she thought she would be left out, and Mike and I wouldn't pay her any mind. Any other teenager would've been fine with it, and did something so idiotic it got them arrested. But nope, not our Kaylah. And that's what I love about her. She's not like any other teenager, she's Kaylah.

"Yeah, but Kaylah has mine." I reply, Rebecca giggling again.

I looked at our families, happy to know how much support I have.