𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 | 𝐭. 𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 ✓

twenty seven ‎➳ real life

Jordan was currently sat on the sofa in the living room of her and Taron's house.

She was a week past her due date, she just wanted these babies out of her. Her entire body ached, especially her back.

Carrying twins was a lot more taxing on your body than just carrying one child.

Taron was also sat beside her, his hand resting on her stomach, he too, wanted the children to hurry up. He couldn't wait to meet his kids. And he couldn't wait to raise them with the love of his life.

Taron could feel himself drifting off, beginning to sleep. He was exhausted, he could barely sleep at night due to the fact the babies could decide they are coming at any moment. His eyes fluttered shut, the warm embrace of sleep taking over his tired body. He felt a strong kick against his hand.

"T-Taron!" Jordan shouted, her hands flying to her belly.

Taron jolted, the cries from Jordan waking him up immediately, "Huh? What's wrong? Is it the babies? Are they coming?!" He yelled, rushing off the sofa, "I think they are." Jordan groaned, the contractions more painful than she could have ever imagined.

"Shit, right, let me get your bag." And with that, Taron ran from the room. Jordan attempted to stand, balancing herself with the coffee table.

She looked at the seat, a pool of liquid lay on it, as if she'd pissed herself. She made her way towards the front door, waiting for her boyfriend to bring her bag.

He appeared from the kitchen, bag in hand, "Right, to the car, now!"

Jordan opened the door, pain coursing through her lower regions, "Ah, fuck."

"Are you all right, love?" Taron asked, concerned.

"Well, I have two tiny humans trying to force their way out through my vagina, so no, I'm not okay." Another wave of pain.

"Right, my bad." Taron took hold of her hand, guiding her to the car.

He opened the door, helping her into the passenger seat, before hopping in the drivers side.

The ride to the hospital was filled with moans and groans of pain coming from Jordan, she felt weak, tired.

She decided to shut her eyes for a moment.

"Jordan! Wake up! We're at the hospital!" Taron shouted.

There we nurses surrounding their car, helping Jordan out. They rushed her to the maternity ward, taking her straight to the delivery room.

"You'd better wait here, Sir." One of the nurses told Taron.

"But-" He was cut off, "Please, sir. Stay here."

Taron sat on the seats in the waiting area. Beads if sweat forming on his brow, the palms of his hands becoming slick.

He decided to call Dylan and Richard.

"The babies are coming, we're at the hospital, but they won't let me in with her."

"Oh shit, seriously? You're the father, and they won't let you in? Right, let me tell Richard and we'll be on our way, Taron." Dylan spoke. Taron was happy that she was spending more time with Richard, he knew how happy they were together.

There was a loud scream from the room, Taron ran to the door, knocking, hoping they would let him in. They didn't.

Twenty minutes later, Dylan and Richard arrived, Taron's eyes were filled with tears, he was terrified. What if something happened to her?

Dylan rushed over, engulfing the man in a hug, she was quickly followed by Richard.

"She'll be fine, mate. Jordan's the strongest woman I know." Dylan glared at him.

"After you of course." He grabbed her, giving her a hug, earning a giggle.

Taron watched them, remembering what it was like when Jordan and him had first gotten together, how they weren't afraid of a little PDA at the beginning. They still weren't.

He sat on the seat, remembering all the times he and Jordan had been threatened to get kicked out of stores due to getting handsy.

Dylan and Richard sat beside him, richard holding her hand, and Dylan holding Taron's. They were nervous. Nervous for the twins. But most of all nervous for Jordan.

――――

They had been waiting for hours, hearing screams and cries of pain come from the room, until it suddenly stopped.

Ember and Sebastian had arrived, Taron having phoned them to inform them that their sister was in labour.

Taron hoped this meant the children were here, and that Jordan was okay.

There was silence, no one had came out to tell them what was going on, they hadn't even heard the babies crying.

"Fuck. What if something's happened?" Taron was breathing heavy, her was scared. He couldn't lose her.

Suddenly the door opened, a midwife walked out, her hospital scrubs covered in blood.

Taron noticed tears in her eyes, "It's a boy and a girl. You're a father, Mr Egerton."

"And- and what about their mother?"

"I'm sorry, Taron. She's gone..."

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