Love Who You Love

Chapter 25|| Is It True Or Not?

~Previously~

     For as long as the twin's diaper bag would provide, the 4 of them stayed, talked and watched from the small TV in the room. When the twins needed to go home, Darry and Dally shared a long, passionate kiss before they pulled away. As Darry gathered the twins and their things to leave, he turned around before opening the door.

     "Welcome back, honey, I love you and I'll  see you tomorrow." He turned and walked out of the door, shutting it softly behind him with his foot.

~Now~

It's been 3 weeks and Dally finally had his femur realigned. He's been in a lot of pain but he always tries to push through it saying "I'm tough enough" or "I can take it" but I know one thing that he doesn't, I can see the look in his eyes when he says it. His eyes don't say he's tough and that he can take it, they plead for the pain to stop. When I tell the nurses to give him pain meds when he's asleep for his own good, I can't help but feel slightly guilty. He says he can take it and I'm doubting him in a way, but then I remember the look in his eyes. That look tears me to pieces every time.

Everyone's been so busy since the accident. Soda was thinking of applying for a second job during the weekends when he's off at the Dx for the bills and Pony picked up more hours at the library after school. I keep telling them that I should work and not the other way around but they keep telling me the same thing.

"Your job is to stay strong for Dally and take care of the twins." I know it's sort of my "job" but I want to help more, I don't like that I'm sitting around sometimes because everything is done and then wait for visiting hours to open. It's hard, all of it is. Recently I talked to my boss and told him to let me go since I'll soon have 3 kids to raise. He understood and was nicer than when I told him about the twins. He even congratulated me, that was a lot better than being called a freak like before.

So...it's official. I'm a stay at home parent until further notice. But when the kids are older and I know they're alright when Dall and I are gone I might pick up a job that has hours around the same time they're in school. That way I won't really miss seeing them because when I'm working they'll be at school and busy doing their own thing.

Oh, who am I kidding? That's a long time from now considering the twins are almost 6 months old and I'm only 15 weeks pregnant with baby number 3. That plan could either be put down real quick or take a long time to put in action. Either way, it's too early to go into detail with it. Until then the only thing I'm worried about is my family, by blood or not.

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     Darry stood in front of the mirror turning to study his side view. He ran a hand over his slightly raised stomach, sighing both happily and guiltily.

     'I forgot to tell Dally....how can I forget to tell him?' He thought. Darry hated the fact that he forgot to tell Dallas he was pregnant, he should be the first person to know. He also thought of how busy everyone has been and how easily important things can slip from someone's mind like that. The boy lifted his hand from his belly and searched for a pair of jeans to wear.

     As be pulled his jeans up, he felt that all too familiar feeling of nausea hit him like a truck. Darry rushed to the bathroom attached to the bedroom and dropped to his knees to do an all too familiar task. But this felt different than the other time.

     This time there wasn't his lover to rest a supporting hand on his back or to rub his stiff muscles as he got sick. Now, now he kneeled in front of the toilet as his throat felt like fire with sore muscles all over. He coughed and silently wished his lover was here for him instead of being stuck in a hospital bed.