Breaking Point (Sequel)

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

I opened my eyes to see Gemma, Samantha, and my mum. I quickly realised I'm back in the hospital room. I looked over at where my daughter is and saw Gemma holding her with a big smile on her face. How can she be happy right now!? Sara and my son just died!

"What are you doing here!? Why are you so happy!? You aren't even sad!" I demanded, completely heartbroken. They all looked at my like I'm crazy.

"What are you talking about Harry?" Samantha asked.

"Sara! My son! Their dead!" I yelled. My mum and Sara looked at each other and Gemma stoping playing with the baby to looked at me.

"No their not Harry. The doctor just came in here and said the surgery went perfect and Sara should be back in here any minute. The baby is fine and healthy." My mum reassured. I looked at them with a lot of confusion on my face. "We woke you up when we heard you start yelling about something. We started to call your name to get you to wake up." It's all starting to come back to me.

"Wait, so that was you who was calling my name?" I asked. They looked confused too but nodded their heads. I let out a huge sigh of relief.

"What did you think happened?" Gemma asked.

"I guess I had a nightmare that Sara and the baby died in the surgery. "I admitted. "I'm glad it was just a nightmare." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

We all waited in the room for Sara to come back. The baby was passed around between the four of us and we all held her. As the minutes passed by, I am starting to get more and more anxious to see Sara. I have no idea what she's going to be like when she comes. The last time I saw her, she was almost dying in front of me. I don't want to have to go through any deaths in my family.

I handed my daughter over to Samantha just as there was knock on the door and it opened. A nurse walked in with a bed being pushed behind her. I stood up and watched as Sara came into the room. A smile formed on my face when I saw her awake and alive. My eyes moved to the little baby coming in after her. I looked closer and I saw my son wrapped in a blue blanket with a blue hat on his head. I walked over to him and looked at him. I stared at all his little features. I reached over and touched his small hand. I slid my fingers in his hand even though his fingers didnt wrap around my one finger, it was still an amazing feeling to be touching my son. I'm finally a father.

I looked up at the nurse who was in the other side of me.

"Can I hold him?" I asked. She smiled and nodded her head. I carefully slipped my hand under his body and my other hand under his head to support it. I lifted him up and brought him close to my body. I moved him so his head was resting on my arm. As I stood there looking at him, I quickly realized he looks almost the exact same as his sister.

I walked over to Sara and sat down in the chair next to her. She turned her head to look at me and gave me a weak smile. Her smile grew bigger as she saw our son. Samantha then walked over to us.

"Do you want to hold your daughter?" She asked Sara. Sara nodded her head and the nurse helped her sit up by adjusting her bed. Samantha placed her into her Sara's arms and went back to sit in her seat beside my mum and Gemma.

"Their beautiful." Sara gushed. "They really are.

Our daughter started to squirm around until she started to cry. Unfortunately, once she started to cry, it caused our son to start crying. We both tried to calm them down but nothing seemed to be working. Finally after a few moments, one of the nurses came over to us.

"They're probably hungry. I'll go get them their bottles." She left and soon returned. She handed both Sara and I a bottle. As we started to feed the twins, I realized that this will soon become a routine for the both of us. We'll both be up with them and it will take some time to get used to it but I'm sure we'll get the hang of it eventually; at least I hope we do.