Eyes on You

Eyes on You 30 - Epilogue

This is the epilogue, but it's not the end, because there will be some bonus chapters LOL You will get some hints of them. Can you find it? XD

Sorry it took me a long time to upload, because like I said before, my bakery is very very very busy and now, I have the chance to upload. I hope that you love this epilogue as well. Tell me what do you think of it, please.

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Epilogue

“Push . . . Rosie! Come on, it’s almost done! You need to push harder! Push . . . Push . . .” The woman in front of me, known as Dr. Martha, was encouraging me in a cheery voice. It wasn’t the right tone to use, woman! I admitted that it irked me, especially when the pain hit me. No one supposed to be that happy, especially when helping me on the birthing process.

The doctor’s voice kept ringing loudly in my ears. Gosh! Why couldn’t she stop talking for a minute? This was the second time I did this. A few minutes before, my baby girl was born, Miranda Kerry Jones. It was very painful, just like this, and yet I had to go through it again for the second time. Matt was holding my right hand and kept murmuring something incoherently to soothe me. If I didn’t feel like I was torn apart, I would think that it was a sweet gesture. But I don’t think he’s sweet at this moment, I want to punch him.

Glaring at him, I yelled loudly, “Gosh, Matt! I know that you are my cute pervert husband, but why do you give me these painful experiences? Not only once, but three times! Gosh! You give me triplets! No touching after this, until I say yes! Do you understand me? No making love!” I could feel that my breath was getting faster and hastier. When I was talking, I switched between panting, talking and yelling.

I didn’t know whether he wanted to placate me or scared of me, but he quickly nodded. He gulped and then cooed, “I know, baby. I’m so sorry. I don’t know that I have such powerful sperms. I think it’s because of my perfect genes.”

I squinted my eyes at him, trying to comprehend what he just said despite of the pain down there.  “Are you mocking me?” I asked him in a menacing tone. His answer made me angry. I would rather get angry than feel the pain.

Rolling his eyes, he kissed my cheek and said, “Of course not!” The laughter of the doctor and nurses could be heard inside this crowded room. How could he talk about sperms at this crucial time and also in front of strangers? Yeah, I got it that they wouldn’t care, but still . . . ugh! I was so going to kill him later! This was beyond embarrassing.

Blushing with embarrassment, I could feel the rippling pain in my stomach starting again. This was bloody murder! I kept trying to push and control my emotions, but it seemed like impossible tasks. Dr. Martha kept encouraging me that it was almost time, but when? I haven’t got the time to think of another thing, when I could feel that my next child coming out. I was pushing, panting, yelling, and struggling like a lunatic, until I heard the baby crying. I could feel myself smiling in relief. Finally, the second baby was born safely.

I was beaming with happiness, looking at Matt I could see that he was happy too. “Is it a boy or a girl?” Matt asked the doctor. Previously, we never tried to find out their genders, because we wanted it to become sweet surprises. However, we already prepared some wonderful names, based on our instincts.

“A boy,” she chirped happily.

“Marc Schenkenberg Jones.” I said simply, naming him with our chosen one.  Nodding at me, Matt showed me his agreement. I wanted to hug him, to see my children, but I couldn’t. Because the pain was coming back and it was worst than before, making me glared at Matt and yelling once again, “I tell you what! This is the last time, I’m doing this. Why aren’t you the one that pregnant and giving birth, huh? And triplets? Giving birth three times in a row? Your twin genes are insane!”