Yes, Boss

one hundered and eighteen.

Harry.

I help Flora over to a chair, her hand is gripping mine so tightly I'm worried to let go. But I don't take my eyes off of Edward for a second. 

"Daddy!" Exclaims Finley, going towards his father, but Molly has a hold of the young boys arm. I break my fingers from Flora's. Lunging toward Edward, who seems like a rabbit in headlights, I take the collar of his shirt, gathering it up in my fists and pinning my slightly smaller - but much less stronger twin against the fridge, knocking a few pieces of paper down. My mum gasps as his body slams into it. 

"What are you playing at Edward" I hiss, teeth gritted together my breath coming out fast and in his face. He doesn't have anything to say, looking me in the eye defiantly. There's not even any noise coming from Flora anymore.

"I could kill you, you're gonna get locked up" I say shaking him, he's starting to look like he can't breath, I loosen my grip a little and he shoves me hard. I go to lunge back, but my mum comes between us. 

"Harry stop it now! Take poor your poor girlfriend who is in labour in case you've forgotten, into the living room where she can be comfy and you time her contractions. I'm calling your father and the police, Edward will be dealt with appropriately, there's plenty of time for that" She orders, standing between us calmly, one hand on my upper arm, urging me away from him. 

"You're fucking dead mate, and those twins, they're mine, not yours, idiot" I hiss. Quietly, so his son can't hear. But my mum does, she shoots me a confused look. 

"Sit him down and ask him" I mutter as I take a deep breath, turning around to Flora who is holding onto the side of the table, eyes having closed. Somehow blocking out the exchange between myself and Edward. My mum stands in front of Edward, I suddenly feel a bit guilty.  

"Flora, come on" I mumble gently, dropping down to crouch by her, taking one of her hands from the table, running a thumb over her knuckles, which are turning white. Opens her eyes to look at me, frowning. 

"Lets go and get comfy alright? It's going to be fine" I say reassuringly, momentarily forgetting the audience we have. I kiss the back of her knuckles gently, helping her put of the chair and into the living room, where she lies down on the sofa on her side, I ease her shoes off, putting them neatly by the coffee table. 

"Okay, squeeze my hand and just say when you get one alright, and I'll time you, what was it the doctor said? Come in when they're three minutes apart?" I ask, sitting down on the floor next to her, my head parallel with hers so we can talk. 

"Yeah.. three" She says. 

"How long are they now, do you think?" I say. 

"They were about 10, but not 7ish" She says, her lips pouting together. I wait a few minutes more before she squeezes my hand tightly and buries her face in a throw pillow with a small whimper, her discomfort seems to only last around a minute but it hurts to watch and not be able to do a thing.

"You're very quiet" I say, working my fingers through her hair gently.

"It hurts, Inbetween too.. just not overwhelming, everything aches" She says. 

"I know.. I know is there anything I can do, or get you?" I ask. 

"Some water.. and my back just hurts, so much" She says, looking like she's about to cry. 

"It's alright baby.. I'll go get you some after the next contraction alright?" I soothe her. The timer is just passing six minutes. The same intense pain returns like clock work 58 seconds later. 

"I'm gonna run and get you some water alright, i'll be 30 seconds" I let go of her hand which falls limply to rest on the sofa. I almost walk into my mum. 

"I just called Manchester general, they said come in when contractions are 3 minutes apart and over two minutes long. Until then she could try and get some sleep, even if it's just on the sofa. Molly has taken Finley home, it's late, your father is taking Edward to the police station. Harry I'm sorry.. I had no idea what he'd done to Flora.. and you, both of you. I promise it's going to be alright" She says, pulling me into a hug. I squeeze her tightly, realising how glad I am almost that she's around for guidance. 

"It's not your fault mum, don't apologise" I whisper.

"Alright Harry, I'm so proud of you do you know that?" She says squeezing my hand with a smile that makes me want to cry. 

"Sorry I'm gonna hurry and get Flo some water.." I say as my mum goes into the living room and I take a bottle of water from the fridge, walking quickly back from the kitchen to see my mum sat with Flora, her head in my mother's lap. My mum rubbing her lower back lightly. I'm almost a bit jealous, I could do with the reassurance. 

"Here babe, water" I say, unscrewing the lid and putting in the straw I managed to find. She gives me a weak smile. 

"Hey, you, timer" My mum orders. I frown, only I could end up second to my mother during my own girlfriends labour. My mother leaves around half an hour later to speak to Gemma, who has just arrived, I replace her in soothing Flora, a job which I think personally I do a better job at. She suddenly sits up. 

"Harry.." She says, a whisper of a warning before I hear a gushing sound, water soaking through her trousers aswell as the sofa and a little on me. 

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" She bursts into tears, I panic. 

"No, no please don't cry, it's okay the sofa doesn't matter, I can go get you more sweatpants from upstairs" I hush her, helping her stand up from the damp mess and giving her a hug. 

"Tell your mum I'm really sorry" She sobs. 

"It's okay, stop crying, I don't want to see you cry, we can do this, you're gonna be fine" I say kissing the side of her face gently.