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"Shit! I'll be home in a few minutes, just give me a few minutes," He says hurriedly and hangs up on the phone. I can't help but laugh at him and his nerves, clearly these two babies in my belly want out now and he is at work. No part of me feels truly nervous, I'm so desperate to have my body to myself again so the prospect of giving birth doesn't scare me. At least not yet. 

When we found out we were having twins, let's just say, Elijah was over the moon with happiness. He jumped around our house five days after the news still, telling me all about his plans with their rooms and how he wishes to buy a new car as well. He did just that, two rooms are beautifully decorated and he drives around in a SUV too big for all of us which has me laughing. My husband is growing into a soccer dad. 

Grabbing the hospital bag from the living room, I put on my shoes and jacket waiting for the inevitable storm that is Elijah. Ensuring that everything is closed and locked, a sudden contraction has me gripping my stomach and I breathe through the pain. My head swarms in dizziness and I support myself against the wall. The front door opens...

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The knowledge of her water breaking has me on the verge of hyperventilating, this is the day we've been waiting for. My sweaty palms grip the steering wheel and I park the car in our driveway, running towards the door I open it and see my wife hunched over herself and gripping her stomach. The hospital bag laying by her feet and I grab it before caressing her cheek, "Dakota, I'm here now."

All of a sudden every trace of pain evaporates from her face and she smiles at me while standing tall, "Are you ready to go then?"

"You don't need me to fix where your water broke?" I ask her with uncertainty, no part of me knows how to act or what do to in this type of situation. She has made it through this pregnancy with strength, her stubbornness to bring these babies safely to the world has me baffled each and every day. 

"I already did," She smiles and grabs my hand when I offer it, leading her outside I lock the door behind us and help her into the car. A small wince falls from her lips and I fear the amount of pain she will be in, births aren't to be messed with. Women are fucking amazing and it's insane how they can create lives inside of their bodies like this. Hurrying to my side of the car I start driving and she plants her small hand on my thigh gently, "Don't be so worried, Lij. Everything will be absolutely fine, we'll meet our babies soon."

Trying to calm myself down for her, I give her an easy smile and speed up a little when another contraction hits. My fingers caress her hand on my thigh and she squeezes impossibly tight, this is the least I can do for her, endure the slight pain of her squeezing the shit out of me. She has been carrying our two babies around for nine months after all. 

Dakota holds her breath and her face reddens instantly, this isn't what they taught us at the hospital, "My love, breathe through it."

Her mouth opens and a pained cry falls from her lips, the hurt on her tongue has me swallowing loudly. "I can feel a head!" She suddenly screams through the contraction and my eyes widen in alarm. 

"What?!" I exclaim in panic and speed up even more. 

"They want out!"

Pulling into the parking lot of the hospital, I park and hurry to her side helping her inside with me. My heart pounds in my chest when the elevator takes forever, finally reaching our floor we walk out together. The usual receptionist looks up from her computer and sends us a small smile, "Is it time already, Mrs. Moore?"

"She is probably giving birth right now, as in, they're on the way out of her-"

"I need to lay down and push!" She yells through the pain and a midwife comes to our aid instantly, helping Dakota onto a gurney and rolling her into a room with me following behind. Dakota pulls down her underwear and keeps her dress on, the need to push is too much for her and her eyes search the room before landing on the midwife. "Can I please push?"

I step up and grab her hand in mine, she sends me an exhausted smile and I kiss her temple. "You're amazing," I whisper. 

A doctor comes strolling in and the midwife smiles in relief before turning to my wife, "We needed a doctor here for the birth of twins, you can push now, Dakota."

She doesn't need to be told twice, she pushes through her ten seconds, time and time again. Breathing and pushing, breathing and pushing, breathing and pushing. The sight of her reddened face and determined stare has me weak in the knees, her strength is showing and she is as beautiful as ever. "Fuck!" She exclaims. "The ring of fire is an absolute bitch!"

The midwife smiles at her reaction and nods, "Indeed it is, but your first baby will be out within a couple of pushes, so I need you to pull through now."

This motivates her and she does exactly that, suddenly a baby practically flies out of her vagina and their beautiful cries fill the room. My eyes tear up at the sight of the little boy being placed on Dakota's chest, she kisses him lightly before her face constricts in pain again. The midwife grabs our son and the doctor helps Dakota through the birth of our second baby, it doesn't take long for the second boy to come out of her and his cries reach my ears. Two cries are filling up the room and my family just grew by two. 

Dakota smiles exhaustedly up at me, tears are streaming down our faces. The need to kiss her, love on her, kiss my sons, love on them, everything comes crashing down and I do the only sensible thing I can think of; I pass out on the cold floor of the hospital.