When I Met You 💙

Chapter 20 (Jack)

•Month 4, Day 12•
I was walking upstairs to my room to ask Kyra something. I hear a thud in my room before I get there. Next thing I know, it's Kyra... and she's passed out.
"No, no, no. This is a prank. Kyra wake up! Baby!" I put her on my bed where I guess she had been.
"MOM! KYRA'S PASSED OUT IN MY ROOM! PLEASE HURRY!!" I call to my mom. She rushes up the stairs to my room.
"It's just a symptom. She's going to be fine if we take her to the hospital." My mom explains.
I carry Kyra down the steps and put her in the car. We get to the hospital in 2 minutes because it's close to my house. We check her in and the doctors roll her down. I'm just trying to keep up with her, asking countless questions. Questions such as 'Will she be ok?' 'How long until she's awake?' 'What about our kids?' 'What will happen to them?'
She gets plugged into the machines and they draw her blood. They finally call me in.
"Are you her husband?" One of the doctors ask.
"Soon I will be, yeah." I explain.
"Would you like to see your kids?" He asks. I nod. There they are. Two lumps on the screen.
"Can you tell me what gender they are?" I eagerly ask.
"Twins. One boy, one girl" The doctor says.
I wonder how to tell Kyra.
I walk out and wait.
•20 minutes later•
I walk in to visit Kyra.
"Corbyn, please don't leave me..." she mumbles.
"Corbyn isn't here. It's me, Jack, your fiance." I say.
"I'm sorry for what I did with...", she gulps, "Jack."
"What? Kyra... wake up. It's me, Jack." I shake her. Kyra wakes up sobbing.
"Kyra, Kyra, you're ok. Please calm down!" I try to calm her. I start crying. She pushes me away. I get up from her bed and get angry.
"KYRA! WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU???" I yell. She continued to sob until I hit her shoulder. Is it weird that I felt that too?
"Babe? What did you do?" She says. I froze. I looked at my hand.
"Why did I do that? Kyra I'm so sorry I-" I say.
"You what? Get out. I don't want to see you anymore." She says.
"But Kyra, I-" I try explaining.
"Go...NOW!" She sits cross-armed and angry until I leave. She starts crying again.
"Jack! I didn't mean to! Come here! Please!" She shouts. I come running in, tears rolling down my face. I comfort her. We hug while I rub Kyra's back. I kiss her.
"I'm so sorry!" She says, muffled in my shoulder.
"I'm the one who should be sorry." I say.
"Babe, we need to talk." Kyra says.
"Yeah, about what?" I ask.