Married To Chris Motionless (Sequel to Growing Up Andy's Beirsacks Daughter)

Off To The Hospital... Shit!

May
7 Months pregnant 

"Babe I'm home!" Chris yell to me. I smile as I look over the back of the couch and see Chris taking off his shoes at the front door. 

"Yay!" I say happily. Chris laughs at me as he walks up to me, and kisses my forehead. 

"Glad to know you are happy." he says smiling. I nod quickly then peck his lips. "How are the twins today?" he asks placing his giant hand on my stomach. 

"Good as far as I can tell. Not as active as usual, but good." I say rubbing my belly. Chris nods then looks down at my belly. 

"Taking a nap guys?" he asks. Worry in his voice, but I can tell he is trying to cover it up. 

"I'm sure that's it." I say giving him a slight smile. He sighs then nods and sits down on the couch with me. I lean on his side making Chris wrap his arm around my shoulders. I sigh as I start to think about the twins. 

Were they okay? I have felt them move a little, but not much? Could I be losing them? No we were just at Mom's yesterday. She says they are doing fine. 

I hope. 

"Don't over think it okay? They are okay, and if you don't feel more movement by tonight we will call your Mom. Okay?" Chris asks. I sigh then nod. 

I feel the tears in my eyes as I close them. Chris's grip gets tighter in me as he lay his head on mine. "I'm scared." I whisper out to him. 

"Don't be. Please... lets think positive." he whispers back in a shaky tone. God even the though was breaking us. I sigh then sit up. I look at Chris then smile. I stand up, and head into the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?" I ask. 

"Chicken wings?" he asks. 

"Sure." I say flashing him a smile. I go over to the freezer, and pull out the wings. I cover them in bbq sauce then pop them in the oven. "Dinner will be done in like ten minutes." I say walking back into the living room. 

There I see Chris holding one of our sonograms. "Chris?" I ask. 

"Sorry. Just got to thinking in the silence." he says as he puts it down. 

"I get it." I say walking over to him. Chris looks up, and grabs my belly. 

"Please be okay in there. Please." he says then I feel a small kick. I smile as Chris's eye grow big. "Do that again." he says.

Then there was another kick from the other side of my belly. Meaning both of them were okay. I sigh as I place my hands on my stomach. "They're okay." I say. tears flooding my eyes. Chris stands up, and grips my in a tight hug. 

I hug him back tightly. Being careful of my bump of course. 

As we were hugging pain shoots up, and down my side. I yelp in pain as the sensation holds for a seconds then disappears. "Dillon! Are you okay?" Chris asks worried. 

"I think... I think the kids want out." I say panting.

"Their three months early!" he says wide eyed. 

"I noticed shit head!" I snap. "But guess what. Its up to them of when they want to come out. Mom said not to come to the hospital till my water breaks, or the contractions are two minuted apart. At my next contraction time how far apart they are." I say. 

Chris nods as he sets me down, and pulls out his phone to get the timer. A few minuted pass then the pain comes again. I whimper at the pain. It wasn't to bad.... but this was just the beginning. 

Chris starts the timer for me, and rubs my back soothingly. I take a deep breath then close my eyes. "You'll be okay." he whispers to me. I nod then smile a little at him. 

"I guess that making them move was maybe a bad idea." I say laughing a little. 

"We could have lost them if we didn't." he says back to me. 

"True true." I say taking deep breaths. Chris kisses my head, and smiles at me. I smile as well thinking about then in the next  24 hours we would be parents. Chris moves his eyebrows a little and rubs my stomach. "Hey Gotham. Hello Legacy. You ready to meet you crazy ass family?" he asks.

"God our kids are going to have colorful language." I say laughing again. Chris starts to laugh with me.

"Yeah they are." he says then looks me in the eyes. "They are on their way." he says breathlessly. 

"They are... SHIT! We didn't finish the nursery!" I yell with wide eyed. 

"I'll get it done. Don't worry." he says calming me down. I take a deep breath then nod again, but then I am hit with the pain again. I yelp and lean against the couch. "Fucking hell!" I hiss through my clenched teeth. 

"they are five minutes apart." Chris says looking at his phone. 

"Damn it!" I say. Then smell food. "You should go get the wings out of the oven." I say. Chris's eyes go wide as he hurried into the kitchen. I sigh as I close my eyes. 

Damn this is going to take forever. 

Then the pain goes through me again. "Chris!" I yelp out. He runs out wearing oven mits and a worried look.

"Another one?" he asks. I nod then let out the breath I was holding in. "Damn that was only three minutes!" he says as he runs into the kitchen and does whatever the hell he was doing. 

I growl a little and roll my eyes. "Yeah well these little shits want out NOW!" I say. I hear Chris laugh a little from the kitchen, so I glare at the doorway. "You wouldn't be laughing if this was happening to you." I say loudly. 

"Yeah, but you would be laughing at me." he says back. I chuckle a little bit knowing he's right. I laugh when he get kicked in the nuts all the time. 

"Your right." I say under my breath. Chris sticks his head into the living room with a smile. 

"What was that? I didn't hear you?" he asks smugly. 

"Shut the fuck up." I hiss at him. He roles his eyes and walks the rest of the way into the living room. I feel the pain again, but I just clench my teeth. Whimpering just a little.

Then I feel water running over my legs. My eyes widen as I look at Chris. "My water just broke!" I say frantically. Chris grabs my hands, and helps me stand up. "Lets get into the car." he says. 

I nod as he picks me up, and starts to walk outside. "What about my shoes?" I ask. 

"You have flip flops in the car." he says. I sigh then nod. 

We are off the the hospital.... but were not ready yet! 

Not even close.