So the chapters are not chronological in anyway. This one is set eight months after the epilogue of Might Have Beens and two years before the last chapter. :)
"Tony."
"We have the bags and the clothes and I'll make sure to call-"
"Tony."
"Tim, he'll know and then there's the alarm that needs to be set because we have way to much stuff in here to steal and it's a good thing we had the SUV fix-"
"TONY!"
"ALLIE!" Tony yelled back in turn, the same note of panic in his voice.
"Tony," Allie said, a hand on her very large stomach as another contraction hit, "Tony, I love you very much but if you do not help me to the car I will kill you this very moment and drive there myself."
"The car!" Tony nodded and helped Allie out of the chair where she had been sitting in since the first contraction hit her. She was 37 weeks pregnant and was suppose to go in tomorrow anyway for the twins' delivery.
"Tony!" Allie called when Tony ran out of the kitchen an out the door to the car.
"Allie!" Tony ran back inside and finally helped his wife up and out of the chair. Another contraction hit and she bent slightly at the waist, the pain making her clench her teeth and cry out in pain.
"Almost there honey, almost there," Tony opened the side door to the SUV and helped Allie get into the front seat.
"Okay I have the bags, I have the wife, Cisco is in his run outside," Tony rattled off the things quickly as he ran around to the driver's side. He opened the door and sat down, knowing he was missing something.
"Tony," Allie said, this time whispering. Her husband was using the last of her patience, "The keys?"
"The keys!"
Tony ran back inside the house.
"Okay Allie, first one's ready and both are head down so we're gonna ask you to push, ready Allie?" the doctor said behind his mask. Allie nodded, thankful that her labor was short and that her babies were doing okay. Allie clenched her teeth, determined and ready, looking much like the mama grizzly that Pat, Allie's dad, had warned Tony would happen when this thing got started.
Tony on the other hand, was quietly having a nervous breakdown as he held the camera and Allie's hand. He was sitting down because he was pretty sure he would have fallen flat on his face if he were to stand.
The next few minutes were a whirlwind of screaming and yelling, both on Tony and Allie's parts, before the first cry was heard.
"It's a boy!"
Tony held the camera as steady as he could as he started crying, looking at Allie and kissing her before looking at the small, wet screaming baby that was his.
"One, one more to go," Allie nodded and Tony tried to stop the tears that didn't seem to want to stop.
"Alright Allie," the doctor held the first baby in his hands, "Good job. Dad, do you want to cut the cord?"
"Um, I," Tony looked frantically around before Allie gently reached for the camera and took it out of Tony's hand and gave her husband a shove forward.
Tony cut the cord and soon the doctor handed the baby over to a nurse. Tony followed, seemingly against his own will, as the nurse cleaned and rubbed the blood and over stuff, Tony didn't want to even take a guess, off his son.
His son.
The nurse looked over her shoulder and smiled, allowing another doctor to check the baby's heart and lungs before another nurse wrapped the newborn up tight in a blanket.
"Would you like to hold him?"
"I," Tony tried to speak but instead looked back at Allie, "Allie do you-"
He was cut off though when Allie was hit with another contraction.
"Alright Allie, time to push," the doctor was back, having switched gloves and his mask for a new set in the few minutes it took for the other baby to get ready, "Alright again."
Soon, before Tony could do much of anything, the whole screaming and crying started all over again and dang it he was gonna need tissues if he kept this up.
"Another boy," the doctor smiled.
The same thing happened again, which Tony realized was stupid to think because he was having twins after all but Tony was amazed by the efficiency of the doctors and nurses and they waited for him to cut the cord and take the pictures, all the while cleaning and making sure both his boys were healthy and okay.
His boys.
He had two sons.
He looked back at Allie, who another nurse was helping.
"They're okay," Allie nodded as Tony sat back by her side. While she said it as a statement, Tony knew that his wife was asking him a question more than anything else.
"They're beautiful Allie," Tony smiled and wiped his wife's sweaty brow, "And they're just fine."
Allie smiled and kissed her husband back. The couple stayed like that for a moment as they both basked in the fact that they were now parents.
"Here they are," two nurses brought the swaddled babies up to the parents.
"This little one was born first," the first nurse placed the baby in Allie's waiting arms. The baby's face was red and scrunched up as if he were going to start crying at any moment.
"And this little one was second, though not by much," the nurse smiled and extended the baby forward. Tony raised his hands to take the baby before hesitating, looking towards Allie. The baby was so small. And he wasn't built for dealing with such small things. Even the footballs that he had thrown and caught hadn't been this small and even then if you dropped the football you just got yelled at by the coach or your teammates not-not-
"Ah first time father," the nurse caught site of Tony's deer in the headlights expression, "We have those all the time. Now, this is what you'll do, just slip your hand to support his neck like this see? Good now your other hand will go right there, perfect. Okay then, just remember he doesn't have the muscles to support his neck so you need to be really careful about that."
Tony nodded but didn't really hear much of anything else. He was looking at the little baby in his hands and wondering how he had become such a lucky man.
"Allie, they're beautiful."
Tony took his eyes off their son to look at his wife, who was holding their other son in her arms and crying as if her life depended on it. Tony gave her a few moments knowing that the road to this moment had been filled with heartache and sadness. But now that they were here, Tony couldn't help the smile that seemed permanently plastered on his face.
"Perfect," she said as she gained control of herself. She adjusted her grip on the baby before looking at Tony, "We haven't even named them yet."
"Why don't we compromise," Tony said, looking at both his sons, "None of them look much like a Magnum to me."
Allie laughed and agreed, "I like Logan."
"And Lucas?"
"What about Louise?"
Tony gave his wife a look.
"Lucas is perfect," Allie agreed, not at all saddened that Tony didn't agree with her second choice. Then again, Tony had agreed with Logan and hadn't mentioned another ridiculous movie or jazz themed named.
"Logan and Lucas," Tony said, looking from the firstborn to the second born, "Logan and Lucas DiNozzo."
