Rumours Ruined Us

Parents

"Stevie, you need rest!" Lindsey cooed, resting his hand on her shoulder as she sat in the chair and just had her eyes glued to Christine's room, hoping her very best she would be alright. 

"I cant, this is my fault, stop being nice!" She snapped and shrugged his hand off.

"I just married you Stephanie! For sickness and in health, better or worse, til death do us part, remember!" He stated, still meaning his vows, despite the past and the lies lurking in it, even though her pregnant stomach that was so visible even under her wedding dress was a constant reminder that the baby could be John's.

"How do you feel though, really? John and I?" She stammered and looked up at him, her golden brown eyes pooling with fresh tears. 

"Its all the past, look at me and Carol Ann!  You and I both shacked up with other people because we missed eachother!" Lindsey exclaimed trying to console her, he didn't want her stressing anymore than she already had.

"Because I dumped you!" She retorted "I caused everything!"

"I was a dickhead, I needed time to work on myself and that is why I know I want you now because I realised I was acting like a controlling and degrading jerk!" Lindsey replied, not wanting to loose her again.

"I slept with John, our own band member, Christine's husband!" Stevie stated "I don't think the baby is his, but those doubts will always be there!" She cried and was surprised when he hugged her best he could.

"Forget it, it would be ours! We weren't always safe and remember that condom broke!" Lindsey soothed and she nodded then they were interrupted by John's quick footsteps echoing up the hall "How are the babies?" Stevie asked quickly.

"I got some pictures of them, the nurse said they are doing well, they are so small!" He explained, still sniffling as he held out the few little pictures for Stevie and Lindsey.

"They are so cute!" Lindsey smiled and patted John's shoulder.

"I love them so much already!" Stevie cried, gently touching the pictures "I wish I could go and hold them, try to comfort them, poor little angels!" She cooed seeing all the things they were connected too.

"I just want to hold them too, I want to show Chris the pictures, has Barbara come out yet?" John asked.

"No she is still in there!" Lindsey replied.

"I need to see her!" John exclaimed and rushed through the door. Christine jumped in the bed and winced loudly, whimpering for a few seconds.

"Has something happened?" she asked panicked.

"I met our babies!" John stammered and started tearing up as he smiled at her, still thinking of the tiny little babies they had made together.

"Are they still alive?" She asked worried. 

"Yes and the nurse said your milk is helping them, I got some pictures for you to see, until you are able to go there to see them, they are so perfect, just like you!" He smiled and walked closer to the bed as her blue eyes began lighting up and her lips curled into a beaming smile.  Barbara smiled widely too, still sitting beside her, holding her hand.

"Oh John!" She stammered "They are really alright? Did you hold them?" Christine asked shakily, forcing herself to sit more because the excitement and news of her babies overtook the pain she as still in.  She recalled a nurses lecture about not lifting things, not moving much and having stitches but it was hazy and she didn't really care about except the twins she had just birthed . .

"Not yet, but I talked to them, one even moved a bit, they are so beautiful Chris, we made them!" He smiled and handed her the pictures "Can you believe we made them!" He grinned "We are parents! After all the pain and suffering, we have two perfect babies!" 

She slowly gazed at the pictures  and burst into tears "Our babies!" she wept looking at them properly for the first time and tracing them with her finger "John, look at them!" she sniffled.

"I know honey and they are going to make it, they will be alright, so don't stress, the staff are lovely and you are still feeding them!" John soothed and cuddled her best he could, pressing kisses to her messy hair.