Too Broken to Love

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Averleighs pov

Things had been quiet in the two months since Christmas. Zac had moved into the bedroom above the garage to help me out when Spencer was at work, and other than not being able to hold my bladder, the pregnancy had been going fairly well.

We still hadn't gotten around to picking names even as the due date inched closer and closer. In all honesty we hadn't had much time to talk or be alone. I was always so tired that by the time the kids were in bed I was already falling asleep. Growing one person was hard enough but growing two was exhausting.

It was the middle of March when I had my first experience with Braxton hix contractions. Thankfully those were the same even with multiples, and I had experience breathing through them. Spencer on the other hand was a wreck that first time. Almost dragged me to the hospital for nothing.

By the end of March they had become a regular occurrence. My doctor had mentioned that twins usually came early, which I was sure would happen since my stomach couldn't possibly stretch any further. They weren't due until May but we had been told to expect them anytime now.

March 31st at 8:30pm was the time that I knew the cramps weren't fake. No amount of breathing was helping. A warm bath did nothing to ease the pain radiating through my body, and all I could do was cry and shake vigorously.

Spencer had taken the kids to his moms to drop them off for the weekend so we could enjoy some alone time so I knew he would be home soon, yet I also knew that it was time to go. At this rate I wouldn't be able to wait for him. The pain was unbearable and it felt like everything in my body was contracting with force.

"Luke!" I screamed "Luke?"
I heard him burst into the bathroom as I sat hunched over my stomach in nothing but a towel.
"Shit Averleigh what do I need to do?" He asked.
"Call Spencer, tell him to hurry."
"Okay I'll go do—"
"And throw me a tshirt and some underwear" I yelled sobbing.

I heard him call Spencer before the dresser drawers opened.
Reluctantly he did what I said, grabbing some of Spencer's boxers rather than going in my underwear drawer. It took him a while to find a shirt for some reason, almost like he was afraid of grabbing the wrong thing. He stood in front of me closing his eyes with the shirt, as if the sight of me naked would burn him into blindness.

"Here's a shirt, I'm not looking." He said.
"I don't care if you look just help me." I yelled.

Just then I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.
"Oh thank god!" Luke sighed walking out of the bathroom "help her with her shirt, I can't be in there when she's all naked, it just feels wrong!" He said before I felt two hands rubbing my back.

"Hey pretty lady, let's get this shirt on and go have us some babies!" He said reassuringly before helping me slide the tshirt on.
"Spence I—I holy shit this hurts so much worse than I remember!" I cried unable to stand unaided.

Spencer hoisted me up to my feet before picking me up and carrying me to the truck.
"Go to moms and help her with the kids, I'll call you later!" He yelled at Zac before putting me in the truck and rushing us to the hospital.

Once there I requested the epidural, or as I called it my saving Grace. Once it was in and the medication took effect I was able to calm down as the pain disappeared from my body, A series of machines beeped tracking my heart rate and the babies heartbeats.

"How do you feel?" Spencer asked holding my hand.
"Better now!"
"Good! You really are an amazing woman, I love you so much!" He smiled down kissing my forehead.
"I love you too!"

A few hours later I could feel a pressure building within my stomach. Spencer had diligently grabbed the nurse and we were told it was go time.

A series of pushing led to the first baby. A boy. The nurses quickly moved him to clean him up as I began to push a second time. It seemed to take longer and I was completely exhausted by the time baby girl came out. Spencer was still holding my hand, staring at the weight stations where the nurses had taken the babies.