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“I thought you worked at the doctor’s office?” I enquired.
Piper nodded. “I’m working both. But the NICU is my real passion.”
We all looked up as the doctor came in, picking up Chelsea’s chart and going over the questions the nurses had asked her. Another wave of pain hit her but she didn’t cry out or scream, she held it in, arching her body off the bed as I patted a damp cloth against her forehead and Piper started to count with her through it, reminding her that it would be coming back down soon.
I cringed when it finally came to him taking a look. I had to bring in Blizzard to keep me sane as the male doctor put his hand up my woman’s hole and felt around. It wasn’t pleasant either, and thank God for Piper who sat calmly and talked with my woman while I flipped the fuck out.
“Piper, can you please hit the emergency button,” the doctor said casually as he pulled his hand away. He looked to me. “Your babies are on their way right now. We need to get the NICU prepped to bring in beds and incubators for them. Because at this stage, they seem to be coping okay, but we aren’t sure what problems will arise once they’re born.”
“I’m going to run down and help the girls get the things ready for them,” Piper said as she tried to pull away, but Chelsea held her hand firmly.
“Please stay.”
Piper looked unsure, her eyes shifting over to me.
I nodded. “If it makes her more comfortable, you need to stay.” I turned and narrowed my eyes at the doctor who simply held his hands up without argument.
The nurses ran in and were immediately sent away to get the beds for my babies, while others came in to help prep.
“Oh my gosh,” Chelsea groaned loudly. “They’re coming, Op!”
The doctor was suddenly alert and rushed over. “Do you feel like you need to push?”
“Yes… yessss,” she moaned, tossing her head back and forth.
He pulled a chair up and pushed the blanket back, snapping on his gloves. “All right, mama. Let’s get you those beautiful little babies.”
Forty-five minutes of pushing and both our boys were snuggled into my arms. The room around me filled with club members, old ladies, children, club girls, prospects. My family. My friends.
Jaxon and Oliver.
Two little boys.
Jaxon was three pound six and Oliver was a heftier four pound.
They’d given me ten minutes with them to show them off to my family before they were to be taken and put in their incubators. For now, they would be put on oxygen and given a feeding tube until their lungs developed further and strengthened, and they learned how to suck. Then I could start breastfeeding.
“Fuck me, you make cute babies,” Eagle muttered as he looked over my shoulder.
Op leaned on the edge of my bed, Jaxon’s tiny hand wrapped around his thick finger as he slept. Harlyn sat at my feet, eyeing her two baby brothers in complete and utter awe and devotion.
Piper was still on my other side, her eyes scanning the room, slightly stunned. I refused to let her leave me, though. She knew exactly what I needed to hear while going through that birth. While Optimus was my rock, and constantly reminded me that when I was done, I would be able to hold my boys in my arms, Piper helped me keep a clear head and stay calm just when I felt like giving up.
“Welcome to the family,” I said softly, looking to each of my boys before turning my head to Piper. “And you, too. You’re in now, and we aren’t ever letting you go.”
She blushed, but the murmur around the room was all the same.
Complete agreement.
Our boys were reasonably healthy, given that they were almost eight weeks premature. We were expecting time in the hospital, and I was okay with that, knowing that this is where they would be best looked after until they were healthy enough for us to take home.
My body ached. There was pain in places I didn’t even want to explain.
But as I looked down at their peaceful little faces, it was all damn worth it.
We created two lives.
It was magical and special, and it consumed my heart with so much love I felt like it could explode.
Two more members of our family.
We were crazy. We went through hell. We fought, we made up. We were dysfunctional in every kind of way imaginable, but we were who we were.
And my family was rivaled by none.
