In Pursuit Of Her (Completed)

Epilogue

Marriage has its ups and downs...couples fight about anything and everything and they make up(most of the time)...well, mine is one of those couple fights; Adrian is always traveling which is a big issue for us and well, I am feeding myself, young Eric and Sam of six months.

It's been two years and seven months since Eric left us and I got married...Sam is doing well and is planning to get married and is getting all the support from her mom and cousins...she plans to adopt; that's the only option she has. Three months from September and maybe few days, least a week before I drop these babies and I must say I'm excited... doctor told us I was having twins and it was devastating at first but now, I can't wait to see their cute faces...

Eric after my ex (bless his soul) and Sam after my best friend...

'Hey honey,' I greeted Adrian on the eve of Christmas when he got home. He responded with a kiss but could tell that I wasn't happy...truth be told, I wasn't. I visited the doctor and he said there was a delay in the delivery; I was due second week of December but it was Christmas eve already.

'What's wrong sweetheart?' he questioned.

'I am late for delivery...doc says it's normal but I don't feel normal...I am scared... what if something goes wrong with the babies...I don't want to think it...I....I...I don't...' I started panicking and he rushed to my side.

'Calm down babe...the babies will be fine. We've got to pray about it, that's all,' he smiled. I found peace when he said pray and with a subtle voice, so I whispered a prayer, still anxious but on a low key.

Surprise........

My family had arrived...my mom, brother and sister had taken the afternoon flight down to South Africa, same with Adrian's family. The last to come was Sam and Eric's family. It gave me joy that everyone was present to celebrate Christmas with us....we were counting down to Christmas....

5.....4....3....2....1....

And my water broke....

Merry Christmas.....

'Babies are coming,' I yelled.

Now the heavy panic began...I had seen labours in movies but now this was real and I was feeling like real shit... I screamed and scratched at Adrian (cause I saw real housewives do it and  they felt better) but didn't help at all....it made him curse under his breath and avoid my nails...

Was I going to spend Christmas looking like a troll in blue gown?

We got to the hospital and I was rushed into the labour ward in wheelchair. This was going on for too long...Lord knew I would push those babies in the hallway if they weren't faster than that.

'Her husband can come in,' I heard him say as he prepared for the birth...I had picked every single thread and hair in my nails from scratching...

'Dear Lord, hurry up,' I yelled at them as I saw my husband walk in, dressed like a doula...that made me smile for a second and forget my pain then it came back.

'Becky, I need you to push...' the doctor said... here goes nothing I muttered in my head...

Arrrrrggghhhhh!!!!! I lost it...do better next time.

'Push Becky...'

Arrrrgggghhhhh!!!!! That was better...are the babies out yet... I didn't need to ask cause I was told to push again...

Fuck!!!

Arrrrgggghhhhh!!!!! The longest I had ever held my breath to push. A baby cried...that's one; there's one more and then I'll be done with this for the next two years...birth control pills till I'm ready for this shit again.

I gave my final push and I heard the second baby cry...tears fell from my eyes and then nothing.

When I woke up, Adrian was sitting beside me and smiling widely.

'Hey stranger,' he continued, 'ready to meet the angels?' I rolled my eyes but nodded a yes. Looking across the room, I could see my beautiful babies, with their names written in paper and pasted on the crib... Tears dropped.

Eric    Sam

I passed through labour like a normal woman and I was proud of myself. I did good.

'Merry Christmas babe,' he said and kissed my forehead...

'Merry Christmas,' I muttered too and looked across to the babies... 'Merry Christmas Eric and Sam.'

My family were finally allowed to come in and they rushed like they won the lottery...well, they did.

They awww'd and carried the babies one by one...I didn't have strength yet, was afraid I'd drop them in my fragile state.

Sam walked up to me...' you look like a hundred years old...' I smiled... ' and you look like the alien in star wars. Thanks for being here,' I told her.

'Thank you for staying alive...we prayed for you...the babies came and you made it with them. I love you sis...'

'I love you too...'

She brought out her phone... 'let's take a picture...'

'No way,' I said... ' I'm not ready...I look terrible and ugly.'

'Well, the best pictures are taken when no one is ready...'

Everyone say...

Merry Christmas.....

And that's how it all happened...my life, the stress and the love showed and shared. It was indeed the best Christmas I had ever had.

Thank God for everything.