My Perfect Mistake|| Shaylor Mpreg {NOT EDITED}

Chapter 30

Lmao lazy ass me not edited, sorry for the errors.
Btw this book is coming to an end soon. Making way for the sequel.
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Taylor's pov:
"Mr.Caniff," Dr.Grey calls out of Shawn's room.
I walk over to her, my eyes are bloodshot from crying so hard.
"Do you want the bad news or the good news first," she asked.
"Bad news please," I croak out.
She closes Shawn's room door and leads me down the hallway to the waiting room.
We take a seat on the plastic cover chairs and she looks me in the eyes.
"Shawn is in a coma right now, his chances for survival are very low," she states.
My heart shatters into a hundred pieces as those words left her lips.
"What about the other twin," I ask while trying to fight the tears back.
"She's doing just fine, we had to do an emergency c-section, but the scar for Shawn shouldn't be that big," she explains.
I give her a weak smile at the good news about Madisyn.
"May I go see him," I mumble.
She gives me a slight nod and gets up from her chair.
While we walked down the hallway she explained to me how they have to pump milk from Shawn to feed the twins but to be honest that was a blur for me.
"He can still hear you," she says," I'll come back in an hour or so to check his vitals."
Dr. Grey exits out the room, leaving Shawn and I alone.
I pull up one of the chairs next to the bed and sit next to him. My eyes start to spill over as I see the tubes connected to him to keep him alive. I grab his limp hand squeeze it tight.
"Shawn please don't die on me. I fucking love you and I don't tell you this enough. The way the light sparkles in your hazelnut eyes and the way a smile dances on your lips every time I say your name makes me fall in love
With you more and more. Pull through for me baby please, I know I've fucked up but I love you so much." I start to break down crying. I get up from the chair and lay down next to his lifeless body. I cry into his chest, soaking his hospital gown.
"We were going to get married. You would be the bridezilla and want everything to be your way and I'll go along with it. I would see your smile as you see me when you walk down the aisle with your dad. Your whole family would be there with all your friends and mine ,and we would party the night away with them at the reception. Then we would leave on our honeymoon you and I would have endless romantic nights together, getting deeper into each other's feelings and kinks, exploring each other's bodies more and more. And then we would talk about the possibility of having more kids, knowing you and I would want a big family," I cry into his shirt .
Out the corner of my eye I see Shawn's hospital door open. My eyes dart over to see that Andrew and James were standing in the door way.
"We came as fast as we could," Andrew sympathies," we wanted to come so you could go home and get some clothes."
I give them a weak smile as I get up from Shawn's bed to pull them into a hug.
"Thanks guys," I mumble as I pull away from them.
"What you said about Shawn is really special, I can really tell you love him," James sniffs.
Andrew nods his head in agreement.
"Here we have this for you," Andrew passes me a stack of plane tickets.
"These are for you and Shawn's family. You need to tell them. Your flight leaves in an hour, go home and take a shower and relax and pack a few things for the twins, you ,and Shawn. James and I will keep you updated."
"Thanks guys," I huff. I hug them again as I walk out of the room. On the way out I stop by the NICU to check on the twins. They're both identical and look like Shawn.
"I love them already," I state to no one in particular.
I think to myself, "If Shawn dies, I can't bear to look into the twins faces everyday and it not break my heart."