Stark's Daughter

Chapter 47

     I tried to keep my patience, but it was running on empty. Just when I was going to get up and leave, I hear a car speeding in my direction. Marc. I glance back and see him stomp out of the car. His eyes shifted from the phone booth, then to the four men that stood outside. His expression from sympathetic to wanting some sort of revenge.

I couldn't stop him from what he was about to do. I was in too much pain to yell out for him not to do this. Flames erupted from his arms as he walked towards the men. I couldn't see their  faces, but I know they were all cowering like four year old girls.

Closing my eyes, I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to see my husband any differently. I didn't want to watch him kill them all. Although, I knew he had to do this. They hurt me. Tried taking me. Not once, but twice.

The pain still shot through my stomach. The baby was coming and I don't know how much longer I can wait. Screams slipped under the door of the phone booth. My scream collided with theirs. I need him here with me.

Marc finished his work, ran to me, opened the door, and grabbed me.

"Come on, baby." Marc said, carrying me to the Mercedes.

Sitting me into the car, I screamed out again. Marc ran to the drivers side, got in, and hit the gas. Marc tapped on the screen on the dash.

"Call family!" He said, rushing.

"Hello?" Everyone at the tower answered.

"Meet at the hospital. Stephanie's having the baby" Marc spoke quickly, dodging the semi truck in front of us.

He called the hospital and told them the situation, commanding it off of S.H.I.E.L.D's orders. Marc swerved into the parking lot, not caring about anything else but me and this baby.

Marc quickly helped me out of the car and to the doors.

"Marc, don't leave me. I'm scared." My breath quickened as he pushed me down the hall to a room.

"I'm not leaving you, baby. I promise." Marc kissed the top of my head, then we made it into the room.

~~~(2 hours later)~~~

I squeezed Demarcus's hand as the pain crashed onto me harder. Everyone stood in the room, and I mean everyone, except for Bruce. All the avengers stood around, waiting for the baby to show up.

Suddenly, another contraction washed over me, worse than before. I tightened my grip on Marc's hand, noticing a cringe on his face.

"Honey, you're squeezing too...hard.." Marc said, trying to pull his hand out from under mine.

"Well, I'm sorry. Are you the one having your hips move so that you can push something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of a lemon?!" I questioned loudly, my nerves wrecking the best of me.

My left hand grabbed his collar, out of anger. Fear engraved his face and he broke his eye contact with me, looking up at Steve. I let go as Steve walked out of the room.

"Star spangled man with a plan, my ass." Marc spat.

The contraction stopped and I sighed with relief. The nurse came into the room and pulled Marc aside. I knew what she was going to tell him, but I couldn't tell him for myself. I couldn't even get the words passed my lips without scaring myself.

Another contraction waved over me. Loki ran to my side and grabbed my hand.

"Hold as tightly as you need to, dear. I'm here for you." Loki said, as the contraction got worse.

While the contraction ended, Marc nodded for Loki to move and he took his place.

He leaned in close, "I know about the C-Section, baby. Now is not the time to think about which you want. Now is the time to think about the baby. The nurse said the baby could die if we don't agree. I say, go for it, but you're the mother and your the one dealing with the pain right now. It's up to you."

Tears fell down my face, "but they won't let you in, Marc. I-I'm scared."

"I know, baby. But you have to do this." Marc kissed my forehead and searched my eyes.

For a moment, everything stops. Time pauses and gives me a minute to think. I'm nervous and scared, but I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing it for the baby. I take a deep breath and glare at Marc. I nod to him, then the nurse, assuring them it's what I want to do.

~~~(three hours later)~~~

After being stitched up, the nurse shows me the baby. A baby girl. To everyone's surprise, another baby. A baby boy. The boy was born first, or so I hear. They're twins. My life became brighter by the minute. These are my children. My kids. A mini me and Marc.

"Your daughter and you are as healthy as a horse." The nurse said, handing me the pink bundled blanket.

"My son?" I ask.

"We'll have to send him into the ICU. There's something wrong with him, but we'll give you more updates within the hour." The nurse nodded and took my baby boy to the ICU.

I glanced down at my daughter. She's beautiful. Tears fell down my cheeks with happiness fulfilling them. Brown hair fuzzed up on her head, reminding me of myself. Bright blue eyes popped open and I could see Marc within them.

"Could you let my husband hold her? I'm sure he'd love to, I'm just too weak to get up right now." I asked a nurse who was looking after me.

"Of course." She smiled and picked up the pink bundle and scurried out of the room.

Another nurse bursted in, holding a small blue bundle. My boy. She handed him to me carefully. He's much smaller than his sister. I couldn't help but feel helpless.

"What...uh....what's the matter with him?" I ask, tears still falling from my cheeks.

"He has infantile leukemia. It's common for newborns to have. He'll have to have chemotherapy. We're hoping he'll just grow out of it, but we can't be sure this soon after birth. I'm extremely sorry, but if you'd like for your husband to see him before the chemo, we can make it happen." She smiled down at me, picked up the baby, and left the room.

The tears didn't leave my eyes. I felt happy and sad all in one. My daughter is healthy, while my son is sickly. I can't help but think that he may not make it in this world. I don't want that for him. He has to live. He has his twin sister to look after, to play with, and to grow with. They need each other.

Marc walked in with the nurse and the babies. I smiled as I now see the fatherly look sparkle in Marc's eyes. His eyes search mine, then back down to the blue bundle in his arms. The nurse handed me our daughter, while Marc sat next to me with our son.

"What are you going to name them?" The nurse asked.

I felt pressure being built on me. The name I give them now, will be the name that sticks with them forever.

I stare down into the pink bundle, then to the blue bundle.

"Well...I want to name our little girl Kyra and.... Rhys for our little boy." I smiled up at Marc and the nurse.

This is our family. I couldn't be any happier with them. I will do whatever I can to fight for them and protect them.