Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Chapter 12

"Shit shit shit shit shit, oh god," Harry hissed. His hand tightened around mine as another contraction came. "Fuck, you are wearing condoms from now on!" I chuckle and kiss his head as he groans and leans forward a bit.

"Birth control works too," I point out once he gets a little quieter as the first initial pain passes until the next. We are in a hospital room, just the two of us, waiting for the doctor to return to take us in for surgery. He sits up a bit from being bent forward and looks up at me with tears running fast down his red cheeks. My heart stops as I reach up to wipe one of his cheeks with my free hand. I know he is in a lot of pain, and I shouldn't be joking with him, but I didn't think a lame joke would make him cry.

"They've never hurt so bad Lou, please help me," he begs. His hand tightens again as he keels over, into himself, and groans in pain. "Louis," he begs while sobbing, "please help me!" I shift so I can wrap my arm around his back,

"What can I do baby? Tell me how to help," I beg. I've never seen Harry so distressed. His voice is rough from screaming and crying and I don't know what to do. Having him yell and beg for me to help and only being able to stand uselessly sucks.

"I don't know, I don't know. Please, Lou, please," he begs. Hiccups start joining his sobs and I start rubbing the side of his stomach, the only part I can reach in this position. "I feel like I'm dying," he hisses, "please." Finally the doctor steps in and looks at us surprised.

"His contractions are really bad, surely you can help?" She nods and hurries out, but comes back two minutes later with a shot. I'm forced to move Harry to his side which makes him cry more because it apparently hurts more to lay on the side. Once the epidural is in she tells us we have to wait ten minutes for it to kick in and then we can do the surgery.

"Lou," Harry sniffles after five minutes when the pain starts to subdue.

"Yeah, baby?" I run my hands through Harry's hair and push it away from his forehead.

"Think William is okay?" I smile at him softly and nod. We left Olivia and William with my mom, but she promised to bring them in once the twins were here. We didn't want anyone waiting in the waiting room for us, especially our kids. We would just call when they can visit. I wanted to do this alone with Harry. It was finally my turn to be with Harry for the birth of our kids, and I didn't want anyone else bothering us. "I didn't mean it when I said you had to wear condoms. I like having kids. I want more."

"Slow down there tiger, let's get these two out of you first, yeah?" He nods and closes his eyes softly. I run my thumb over his hand and watch him silently.

"Lou?"

"Yes?"

"Liv wants a pet, so I told her she could have a pet fish. Is that okay?"

"Course love, I'll take her to get one soon." Harry smiles and nods thankfully.

"Lou?" I chuckle and lean down, kissing his forehead,

"Yes baby doll?" He peels his eyes open and looks at me,

"I love you so much," he whimpers. I move and pull him into a deep kiss.

"I love you so much Harry, I wish I could put it into words." We wait in silence for the doctor to come back. She gives me scrubs to put on before rolling Harry into the surgery wing. I hold Harry's hand tightly as she sets everything up, and pulls the curtain so we can't see.

"Okay Harry, I'm going to give you the medicine to make you numb and then start the procedure. You'll feel a bit of pressure if anything. I'll hand the baby off and you will see he or she briefly before my assistants take him away to clean while I work on the second. Any questions?"