Tfios fan fiction

Part 21

It has been four weeks since my mum died. Her funeral was two weeks ago. Peter Van Houten went to the funeral, so did Lidewij and Bas who moved to Indianapolis three weeks ago. Of course Kaitlyn, Isaac, his family and Gus' family came. It was very emotional, especially for me and my dad. We held each other all night; he let me sleep in his and my mum's bed with him so I could feel closer to her. It worked, the bed had her scent on it, but it was painful. Very painful.

Anyway, today is the day that I find out the genders of my twins. Yeah, I'm twenty weeks pregnant now and my bump is quite big and still has plenty of time to grow.

I walk down the stairs, dressed and ready for my appointment, which is in an hour. I am wearing some black leggings and a loose grey t-shirt with some dark blue converses.

I am still letting my hair grow out and it is slightly longer than it was four weeks ago.

I enter the kitchen to find my dad frying some bacon, yeah, I am still craving bacon. I walk over to the fridge and get out the orange juice before taking a glass out of the cupboard next to the fridge and filling it with some orange juice. I put the carton of Tropicana back in the fridge before taking a sip of the cool drink.

"How are you feeling this morning?" My dad asks me as he continues to fry the bacon.

"Fine, they've been kicking a lot, though." I say as I rub my stomach with my free hand. The twins started kicking three weeks ago, and when they do they kick hard.

"You kicked a lot when your mum was pregnant with you." My dad says.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, you especially liked your mum's ribs in the last few months." He says, smiling sadly.

"Dad, can you promise me something?" I question.

"Of course, what do you want me to promise you?" He replies.

"Promise me you'll be there for me and my babies. Promise me you'll be there to hold my hand and comfort me when I give birth. Promise me you'll be there to help me raise my children. Promise me you'll be there and not shut us out or whatever." I say.

"I promise. I'm not going to leave you or those twins of yours Hazel. I'm not going to shut you out." He says.

"Thank you." I say.

"Bacon's ready." He says.

So we sit down and eat bacon sandwiches and talk about the babies and other things.

We just talk.

...

An hour later and we are sitting in the waiting room of the maternity ward in the hospital. Waiting for Dr Maria to arrive and call us in for the appointment.

She comes a minute later and we follow her to our usual room. I lay on the bed and my dad sits in the seat next to me. The others would have come but they decided to throw me a gender reveal party instead. They also want to throw me a baby shower in four weeks so they can help me out with all the things I need for the babies.

"So this is the scan where we'll be able to tell you what genders your babies are. And we'll go over some things." Dr Maria says.

She sets up the ultrasound machine and I lift my t-shirt up. She squirts some of the cold gel on my bump and places the wand over it, moving it around my stomach. After a few seconds the screen shows my beautiful babies.

I feel tears in my eyes as I look at the screen. My dad takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I look at him to see he has tears in his eyes as well.

"Are you ready to find out the genders?" Dr Maria asks.

I nod, unable to speak.

"Baby A is a... boy." She says and a tear falls down my cheek. I'm having a son.

"Baby B is a... girl." She adds; more tears slide down my face.

I'm having a son and a daughter. One of each.

She takes some measurements and things before looking at me.

"What? Is something wrong?" I ask, scared.

"Not at the moment. But Baby B is growing a little slower than she should be; she's smaller than the average twenty week twin. But don't worry; usually with twins one is smaller than the other. But, we're going to have to do an ultrasound every week to make sure she's okay and healthy, etcetera." Dr Maria says.

"She's going to be okay though, right?" I ask.

"I don't know. We'll have to wait until the birth to know if there are any problems with her. And with twins you usually go into labour early." She says.

"How early?" I ask.

"It depends, every pregnancy is different, but we'll be here to make sure everything's all right." She says.

"What do I do when I go into labour?" I ask.

"Well, you get your dad or whoever is with you to call me and tell me you're in labour. Then you come in and a room will be ready for you when you arrive and we'll take it from there." She says.

"What if I'm not with anyone?" I ask.

"Well then call your dad or someone to come and get you and bring you to the hospital. Just try not to panic, stay calm and breathe." She explains.

"Okay." I say.

"How many pictures do you want?" She asks.

"Two, please." I say.

She nods and prints off the pictures before removing the wand from my stomach and putting it in its holder. She then gives me some paper towels with which I wipe my stomach off.

After that we talk about the babies, healthy diets and other things pregnancy, labour and baby related. She tells us that my next appointment will be next Tuesday and that I will have to go back every Tuesday after that until I give birth to my boy and girl.

My dad and I then leave the hospital and go to the gender reveal party which is being held in Isaac's house. We only stay for like two hours but it's nice to catch up and talk with our friends.

When we get home, my dad and I sit in the living room, watching TV for a few hours before I decide to go to bed.

As I lay in my bed all I can think about are my babies, and Gus. More than that, one of our babies could be unhealthy. One of our babies is smaller than she should be. There could be a problem. She could be ill.

A tear falls down my cheek.

My little girl could be ill.

Our little girl could be ill.

I hope our little girl isn't ill.