Stranded (An Andy Biersack Love Story) {1} [COMPLETED]

Chapter 71: Eliza Christina and Elijah Chase Biersack

Chapter 71: Eliza Christina and Elijah Chase Biersack

ShyAnne's POV

*2 Months Later*

My alarm clock went off and I groaned, stretching my limbs before sitting up in bed. I rubbed my huge belly as I yawned.

"Happy birthday." I whispered to my belly as I stood up. My doctor decided to induce me at 37 weeks, and because one of my twins was breech, I'd be having a C-Section. Only Andy was allowed in the room, which sucked because I always imagined my mom with me, but she understood and she'd be in the waiting room.

"Andy, get up." I said.

"Noooo." He groaned, burying his face in the pillow. We had to be at the hospital at 5 am.

"Come on, you become a father today." I said, walking around the bed and grabbed his hands, pulling him to a sitting position.

"Oh shit." He laughed. "You're right." He looked up at me and opened his eyes with a smile.

"Get dressed." I said, going to my closet and pulling out a loose, ankle length dress, basically what I've been living in lately. I pulled it on and grabbed my hospital bag, placing it on the bed. Andy pulled on sweats and a tank top, running his fingers through his hair to get rid of the bedhead.

We walked out of the room and Andy helped me to the car, getting me seat belted in.

"I'm going to go get my parents." He said, going back into the house. Since we knew when we would be having the babies, Andy's parents flew in yesterday so they could be there. He came out shortly after, his parents following behind him. They got in the backseat and Andy began driving.

"How are you feeling ShyAnne?" His mom asked.

"I'm so ready not to be pregnant anymore." I laughed, rubbing my stomach. I quickly fell asleep on the drive, Andy shaking me awake after he parked. The four of us walked into the hospital and I sat in the chair while Andy checked me in. He came back with a clipboard and started filling it out for me. 

"ShyAnne Biersack?" A nurse called after a while. Andy stood up and pulled me to my feet, the two of us following the nurse through the double doors that separated the waiting room from the rest of the hospital. She stopped us on the other side of the doors and clasped hospital bracelets on our wrists that had my information on it. I was taken to a room which I was informed was going to be my recovery room. Andy placed my bag on a chair and a nurse placed a gown on the bed, telling me to get dressed and leaving. Andy lifted my dress over my head and replaced it with the scratchy hospital gown. He helped me get into the bed and I tossed my head back, exhausted from that little bit of movement.

Five minutes later, a nurse came in and put an IV in my hand, taping the needle down so it wouldn't move. She put a band across my stomach to make sure the babies weren't in distress or anything.

"The anesthesiologist will be in soon to start your epidural." The nurse explained before grabbing her supplies and leaving. Andy reached over and grabbed my hand, giving it a small squeeze. 

"In just a few hours, we'll be parents." He smiled.

"I know." I said, smiling over at him. Ten minutes later, the anesthesiologist came in, his supplies and a nurse trailing behind him.

"I'm gonna help you sit up and you're going to lean forward as much as you can." The nurse told me and I nodded. "Dad, you're going to want to hold her hands." The nurse hold Andy and he nodded. Turning his chair so he was facing the bed. The nurse helped me sit up and turned me so I was sideways in the bed. They undid my gown and opened it, exposing my entire backside. She placed her hand on my upper back and pushed me forward as much as I could lean. Andy reached out and grabbed my hands. I hung my head, biting my lip, anticipating the needle puncturing my skin.