Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great

I'm Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great. {33}

I sat on the couch watching a movie with Ben. It had been a few weeks since Ben had gone to the hospital. I had avoided Jersey. I knew his parents had heavily grounded him for a long time. He was to go to the school, come home, do his homework, eat, shower, and go to bed. That was all he was allowed to do now. Except, well, school was over.

My head was resting on Ben’s shoulder. His arms were wrapped around me while his eyes stayed on the TV. My hands rested on my huge stomach. I was due anytime and completely terrified. I knew Ben was terrified too. He tried to stay calm for my sake though.

I gently began to rub my stomach as the twins violently began to kick. I couldn’t help but whimper. Ben’s head immediately whipped around to me. “What’s wrong?” he demanded.

“They’re kicking really hard Ben,” I whimpered. I groaned as one of them gave a particularly hard kick. I could see the look in Ben’s eyes. He felt awful that he couldn’t do anything to ease the pain.

I clutched my stomach tightly as it exploded into pain. “Get my mom!” I cried. Ben jumped up and looked back at me. “Go!” I shouted. He ran off to find my mom. “Ow,” I moaned loudly.

I felt water seeping down my pant leg.

Oh god. I was going into labor.

“Ben!” I shrieked in terror. I heard footsteps. “Ali! It’s alright honey, let’s get you to the hospital,” mom said, trying to stay calm. My dad was at work and Pez was at a friend’s house. Mom and Ben helped me up and Ben helped me into the car as mom ran inside to grab my stuff.

Mom jumped into the car and drove as fast as she dared towards the hospital. A contraction took hold of me and I yelped in pain. Ben let me grab his hand. I squeezed it hard.

We pulled into the hospital parking lot and they hurried me inside. A nurse helped me into a wheelchair and I grabbed Ben’s hand, terrified to let go, as they wheeled me down the halls into a room.

I was laid on a bed. “It’s alright Ali. Your mom is calling everyone,” Ben soothed, brushing my hair out of my face and kissing my forehead. “Ben, I’m scared. What if I can’t do it?” I asked, tears pooling in my eyes. I yelped in pain again.

“You can do this Ali,” he promised me, looking into my eyes. I knew I was hurting his hand but he wasn't complaining. Man, if I was hurting his hand now, just wait until I was trying to push out two babies.

It was a few hours before I was fully dilated and ready to go. I was taken to another room to give birth to the twins. Ben was with me in scrubs. I gripped his hand for dear life. I had never been in so much pain in my entire life. It was agonizing and I knew it was about to get a lot more intense.

“Come on Ali, push!” the doctor encouraged. I brutally crushed Ben’s hand as I gave a huge push in an attempt to get these freaking babies out of me. “Ben I hate you!” I shrieked. “Just keep pushing Ali,” he said.

I screamed as I pushed harder. I leaned back, crying. “I can’t do it!” I sobbed. “Yes you can Ali!” Ben promised. I crushed his hand even more as I pushed as hard as possible. “Come on Ali, we have a head!” the doctor cried.

I pushed and pushed and pushed. It felt like this would never end. I got a feeling this was the one that always kicked me. I screamed in agony. I wanted this baby out NOW. “Benjamin Jarvis you’re never touching me again!” I shouted.

Tears and sweat poured down my face as I gave a final hard shove. I heard the baby start to scream and cry. But the pain didn’t end. “Oh my god,” I moaned.

Ben was brushing my hair out of my face. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Come on Ali. It’s almost over,” he whispered. “Fuck you!” I snapped. “Let’s get this other little boy into the world!” the doctor said.

It felt like hours as I screamed and pushed. It didn’t hurt as much as the first twin but it was still agonizing to go through. I felt something in me and pushed out in response. Another baby’s screams filled the room and I leaned back, breathing heavily.

“Ali, you did it!” Ben cried. I was covered in sweat and tears. Everything hurt. I was so tired. I looked up at Ben’s proud face. Black splotches claimed my vision.

I black out.

***

I slowly opened my eyes. “Ben?” I whispered. “Ali! How are you?” he asked in a hushed voice. I looked over at him and my eyes widened. Oh my god.

The baby was wrapped in a blanket in Ben’s arms. He was so beautiful. Tears of joy filled my eyes but terror quickly claimed me.

“Oh god Ben. Where’s the other one? Did he…” I couldn’t ask him. Had my other baby died? All because I hadn’t been strong enough? Had I pushed him out too soon? Too late? What if he had died because of me?

“My dad has him,” Ben said with a small smile. I looked over and saw his dad on the other side of the room smiling at me with one of the twins in his hand. “How long have I been out?” I asked, trying to keep my voice down. “About 3 hours. I’m so proud of you Ali,” Ben said and kissed my forehead.

“Here. You can hold him,” he said and carefully placed the twin in my arms. He walked over to his dad to get the other one. He came back and laid down on the bed with me. I was sobbing from joy.

I looked at the boys. They were absolutely beautiful. “Which one is the oldest?” I asked. Ben nodded at the one in his arms. “This one by 11 minutes. It took forever for him to stop crying.” I nodded and smiled. “So you haven’t decided which one gets which name?” He shook his head. “I wanted you to be awake when we decided that.”

I looked at the baby in my arms. “I think this one should be Shane. Shane Alexander.” Ben cracked a smile. “Shane Alexander it is.” I looked at the baby in his arms. “Shawn Aaron.” Ben’s smile got even wider. “Shawn Aaron and Shane Alexander. I like it.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine lovingly. I smiled at him and the little boys in our arms.

This was our life now.