Closer {H.S}

14. 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎

I fell into a state of shock as we went back to the car. Maybe if I lost one, would the other one be sad? I was scared to death, because I almost lost two babies, and one of them died. And the most intense thing right now was getting them out safely, and keeping them alive for long enough.

Harry gave me bedrest. Not the nurse, not the specialist. My husband.

Bedrest for nine months. No way.

We agreed on excercise twice a week, but bedrest and healthy foods and all we could do to keep them alive.

I sighed as we walked inside the now seeming very small apartment.

"Go look up luxurious houses nearby, please." I sighed as we went to our room.

The kids would arrive soon so I took a shower and relaxed in bed while Harry looked up six bedroom houses.

Well, more like Five bedrooms and a playroom since twins would share.

I'd they're close, then after they grow older we can make the playroom into a full room.

"Harry, are you still excited?"

He nodded, "I'm scared to death, but yes. We'll make it through, okay? They will make it through, and if not. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. It was our time, but honey, this is the last time we do this, okay? I know you wanted more, but after this, We're done. No matter the outcome. We're done."

I nodded, wiping away some stray tears,"Why is my body messed up?"

Harry put the computer aside, "Baby don't cry."

"Why do I make such unhealthy kids? Why do I give them asthma and my did my body want to evacuate everything foreign to it. Why can I not have a healthy baby?" 

Harry sighed, "Baby, you made Th—Three beautiful children. We made them be strong with Time. We woke up at three in the morning for feeds and sometimes you peeing the bed. We did everything we could to have them with us, and you didn't give h-him asthma—" he took a deep breath, "I did, you know. I have that problem and you don't, and you listen to me, Victoria."

I looked up at him, waiting.

"These babies will come out overdue. They will be healthy, and they will be the joy of our lives. They won't have Asthma problems  or any respiratory issues. They will be little Joys in our life, and we will take it."

I was full on sobbing now because I knew it was my anxiety and hormones kicking in.

I had to be strong. For them.

But I couldn't help but feel scared. My babies are in risk, and I can't do anything about it.

And it hurts.

We are both hurting. And we need a path to lead us to marital happiness.

We need a vacation.

"Kids, we're going to the Bahamas. And we have a surprise for you, but we'll tell you when we get there. Well, it's two surprises. I can tell you one now, and I'm sure Gabe will be very happy. We're moving to a house, and it's a block away from Mrs. Haynes."

Gabe's eyes sparkled, "No way!"

"Way." I answered, "No go pack, babies, we're leaving tomorrow night."

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