Ryan...
"Answer me." I growl as she slowly backs away from me.
"N-nowhere baby..." She lies making me clench my jaw.
"You tryna leave me?" I ask, my voice cracking as my eyes begin to tear up. "Why?" I ask stepping closer. Her eyes begin to form tears of their own as I stand in front of her.
"Ryan..." She cries as my hand comes to grip her waist. "I-I can't do this..." She says making my throat tighten as my chest begins to hurt.
"You gone take my babies from me?" I growl as my anger begins to rise.
"Ryan calm down please." She begs holding her stomach.
"Don't tell me to fucking calm down! You're leaving me!" I cry out and raise my hand. As I go to bring it down on her she hunches over and breathes heavily. I furrow my brows as her pants become soaked. "You- you-"
"Yes Ryan yes! Take me to the- fuck- hospital." She whimpers, clenching her eyes shut.
"No." I say backing away from her. She looks up at me as if I were crazy.
"What the fuck do you mean no?! Ryan I'm giving birth are you fucking stupid?!" She screams at the top of her lungs.
"You gone have them babies right on this fucking floor. You ain't going no where." I growl.
"Fuck you!" She cries as fresh tears roll down her face.
She stands herself up and struggles to walk straight. I watch her as she slowly climbs the steps.
"Fuck you going?" I ask and she ignores me. When she gets to the top of the stairs I realize what she's doing. I quickly follow behind her. When I get to the room the door is shut so I twist the door handle finding it locked. "Open the fucking door!" I yell.
"Y-yes can I get an ambulance..." I hear her soft voice say
My face reddens from anger and I back away from the door. I slam into it with my shoulder after I hear her hang up the call.
"Leave me alone!" She cries out. I do it again, this time hearing the door crack. I slam into it one last time and the lock breaks making the door swing open. My chest heaves as I search the room for her. I walk up to the bathroom door and chuckle.
"Baby I will break this fucking door open." I growl. I hear nothing so I repeat my actions.
When I search the bathroom I don't see her anywhere so I furrow my brows. I look back in the room and see her in the corner holding her stomach. I stomp over to her and lift her up by her arm.
"R-Ryan please..." She pants as her face shows pain. I pick her up and put her on the bed and stare down at her. Her face was flushed and her sweaty hair was now sticking to her. "It hurts so much." She whimpers and I continue to stare at her.
A few minutes pass and I hear men running up the steps.
"In here!" A man yells behind me and I'm shoved out of the way. They pick her up, lay her on a stretcher and vacate the room. I'm quickly following behind them as they do down the stairs. They put her into the back of the ambulance and I hop into my car.
...
"Deep breaths..." The doctor says as I hold her hand. Zendaya squeezes my hand tightly as she gives another push.
"Alright hun! I see a head! Just a few more!" A nurse smiles at her. Tears stream down her pretty face as she sucks in another breath. She pushes again and lays her head back.
"You're almost there sweetly." The doctor says in a soothing voice.
"Push niña..." I voice softly and her eyes float over to mine.
She nods lightly and sits up and takes another deep breath. She gives us another push and a baby's cry erupts through the room.
"You did it baby! See niña?! One of them is here!" I exclaim excitedly. She gives me a small smile and I wipe her sweaty face with a wet rag that was given to me.
"It's the boy!" A nurse smiles at us. "Dad want to cut the cord?" She asks making my grey eyes snap up into her brown ones. I slowly nod and release Daya's hand.
I grab the tool from her hand and she guide me. My vision blurs as the take him to clean him off.
"Ah!" Zendaya cries holding her stomach again.
"Here comes the girl." Someone says and I rush back to her side. I grab her hand and she gets ready to push again. It feels like an hour passes until our second baby is born. I smile and squeeze Zendaya's hand as she rests her head and closes her eyes.
"She's not breathing." The nurse panics and my smile drops. Zendaya's eyes shoot open as she tries to sit up.
"Not again! Do something!" I yell. "Sh don't cry niña... don't cry." I say gripping her face. I kiss her tears away as they try to get baby girl to start breathing. "It's gonna be okay..." I whisper to her. She sniffles and nods her head.
"Still nothing." The nurse says to the doctor and I clench my eyes shut. I rest my forehead against hers and pray.
"Ryan... she's not gonna make it." Zendaya croaks and I shake my head.
"She's gonna make it! Don't say that!" I hiss as my eyes begin to burn with tears. "Por favor, Dios por favor..." I mumble as a few years slip down my cheeks.
"Wait... I think she's back..." The doctor says softly. "She's breathing!" He exclaims and I bite into my bottom lip. I open my eyes to meet Zendaya's.
After the babies are cleaned and wrapped their handed to us. The nurse goes to hand me my son but I reach for my daughter. Her little eyes peak open and they are the same piercing grey eyes that I own.
"Hola princesa..." I whisper to her with a smile. Her little lips move around a bit until they curl into a smile. My heart skips a beat at she stares up at me. "You're daddy's little princess." I mumble before kissing her soft cheek.
"What do you want to name her?" Zendaya says softly behind me. I stare at my daughter as I think of something that would fit her.
"Royalty..." I say loud enough for her to hear. I turn to her and see her cradling our son.
"I like that." She whispers, a small smile plastered on her lips. "What about him?" She ask nodding her head down to the little boy she held.
"Victor..." I say walking up to them and she nods her head in agreement.
"Let me see her." She says softly but I shake my head.
"In a minute..." I say turning away from her. I place kisses all over my daughters little face.
"Ryan let me hold her." She begs and I sigh.
"Fine." I say and we swap children. Looking at Victor he was a splitting image of his mother, only thing me held of mine were my eyes and nose. I examine him for a few minutes before turning back towards Daya. "Can I have her back now?" I ask and she giggles.
________________________
In sao tired 🤦🏽♀️ comment/vote.
How many of y'all starting to hate Ryan's bipolar ass 🙋🏽😂?
