A/N: So hello! Sorry that it has taken me forever to update. I have had exams in like 3 of my AP classes so I have been super, super busy trying to get some studying done. But none the less, I can't leave you guys hanging! By the way, there's some people who are messaging me asking if I'm going to finish More Than Anyone…the answer is yes, I will be continuing with it, but I'm going to finish Fruit of My Loom first. I'm only going to do a few more chapters on this one, then I'll be advancing with More Than Anyone.
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Quil:
Claire finally reached 8 1/2 months of being pregnant. Thank goodness. She stopped being so hormonal, now she was just exhausted 99% if the time. Poor thing. It hurt just to look at her. If Claire's stomach was a mountain, then it would be Mt. Everest! With every move she would groan. I felt guilty for doing this to her. She assured me that she would be way happier when our babies were out and not in.
Today she would be approx. 34 weeks pregnant and I had taken off a few weeks of work to stay with her. She was about to bust and I didn't want to be stuck at the garage when it happened. So I stayed with her, for pretty much every minute of everyday.
"Sssss!" She hissed, laying against me on the couch, while we were watching TV. I looked down at her.
"You okay?" I asked, a little alarmed. She waved her hand at me.
"Sure, sure." she smiled. I grinned back at her. She had spent way to much time around Jake! So I shrugged it off. She and I fell silent again watching Chef Ramsey cuss some guy out on BBC. "You're a 'bleeping' imbecile!" he yelled at some innocent looking man.
"That's so degrading." Claire whined. I nodded. "Ow! Jesus, Lord almighty!" she hollered, clutching her stomach. This time I was really alarmed.
"Claire?!" I asked her.
"It really effin hurts QUIL!" she said, beginning to pant, and trying to lean over to relieve the pain. "I think…." she let out a painful groan, "maybe it's time." I nearly jumped out of my own skin.
"Oh, umm, okay, I just, crap, err…" I was mentally freaking out and I didn't know what to do.
"Quil! Look at me!" she commanded. I met her gaze and was instantly calmed, well as much as I could have been at a moment like that. "Get the bags that we packed from the hallway closet and then we need to go." she said calmly. It seemed like her contraction went away. I nodded and went for the bags in the closet. She and I prepared them a few days ago, not thinking that we would need them this soon, but I was hell of thankful that we did have them prepared. Ripping them from the closet, and grabbing my keys, I headed back to the living room, where there was a huge wet spot on the carpet.
"What the hell is that?!" I asked, way panicked mow.
"My water broke, relax!" she hollered back at me.
OH, I GUESS THAT MAKES SENSE.
"Okay! Let's do this!" she said, with an excited grin. I had to laugh at her at a moment like this. She rested her weight on me as I ushered her to the truck. Helping her in, she began to double over in pain again.
"AH! Holy freaking crap! It feels like I'm about to crap a razor blade!" she screamed, as I got into the drivers side. I offered her my hand as I backed out of the driveway. Claire took hold of it eagerly, squeezing it like a stress ball. It lasted a few moments and then she released it with a sigh.
"Better?" I asked her.
"Better." she nodded taking another deep breath.
I mentally kicked myself in the ass for living in LaPush. The population was so tiny we had to go the Forks to get to the hospital and out doctor. Claire was okay most of the time, except for the few times she screamed in pain and cursed me out.
"YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN AFTER THIS QUIL! DO YOU HEAR ME?" she screamed, the little vain in her neck popping out, and her face turning red, as she squeezed the hell out of my hand.
"Don't worry Claire Bear, we're almost there." I soothed her. It didn't work.
Once we got the hospital, I hurriedly parked, trying to be as fast as possible. I jumped out of the cab of the truck and helped out my wife. She was panting now, and she looked a mixture of pissed off, happy and in immense pain. We finally came into the main entrance. I was about to say something to the receptionist, but suddenly,
"MY WATER BROKE, I'M HAVING TWINS AND CONTRACTIONS LIKE A BITCH SO GET ME A WHEELCAHIR AND LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!" Glancing at Claire shocked, I was about to apologize to the staff for her snippiness, but a nurse wheeled out a wheelchair with a smile on her face.
"Alright, let's get you up to maternity." the nurse said in a calm voice. "You can fill out the necessary paperwork once we're all settled." she said to both of us. I nodded.
"Thank you." Claire said, suddenly calmed, sitting in the wheelchair.
"Are you dad?" the nurse asked. I was frozen solid. I couldn't believe that I was going to be a father within the next day or so. I stood there looking stupid.
"Yes, he is." Claire answered for me. The nurse smiled.
"Okay then." she laughed at me idiotic expression, "Let's have a baby!" she chuckled.
"Babies." Claire corrected.
She nodded. "Right. Babies." she corrected herself, pushing Claire toward an elevator.
HOLY FREAKING CRAP! THIS IS SERIOUSLY HAPPENING.
After an hour or so, Claire was settled in a room and was having her good moments and bad moments. Every few minutes she would have a contraction and let out an earsplitting scream. The doctor said that it was a little early for any pain medication so I helped her through the rough spots.
"Did you call anyone yet?" she asked me in one of her calm moments.
"Not yet." I told her honestly.
"That's probably good. We should wait till I get some drugs in me so our family doesn't have to see the beast in me." she laughed. I nodded. "You okay, babe? You look like you're going to pass out." she said.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine, I just…." I trailed off.
"What?" she asked me, stroking my cheek, like she always did when I was worried.
"This is killing me Claire! I hate seeing you in pain…and the worst part is, it's all my fault." I admitted. She cupped her hand to my cheek, and I leaned into her touch.
"Quil, I didn't mean what I said earlier, you know that. When it hurts you say some crazy crap but don't beat yourself up over this. It's no big thing. It'll be over before you know it and we'll finally have our family." she soothed me. I smiled at her.
"You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be making a big deal, I should be happy right?" I asked her. She nodded.
"Right." Just then the door flung open and the doctor came in.
"Hello Mrs. Ateara. Are you ready for you spinal tap." Claire smiled her brilliant smile.
"YES, PLEASE!" she said exasperated. Dr. Chijoni chuckled.
"Alright then, I'll be right back." she turned to leave. Claire looked up at me.
"Why don't you go and call everyone and tell them." she suggested.
"You sure you don't want me to stay?" I asked her.
"I'm sure. It'll be done within a few minutes." I nodded, fishing through my pockets for my cell phone. I stepped out, just as Dr. C was coming back it.
"We'll be done in a few minutes, Mr. Ateara." she smiled to me. I nodded.
"Thanks Dr. C." I told her. I found my way to the lobby and dialed Claire's mom and little sisters first. Claire's dad moved away a little after her mom and him divorced when Claire was 14. He didn't want to have anything to do with her or her sisters. Sad? I know.
"Hello?" Claire's mom answered after a few rings.
"Hey, Joanne! It's Quil." I said.
"Quil!" she squealed. "Is it time?! Are you at the hospital?" she sounded like she was crying already. I laughed.
"Yeah, we're here. She's getting a spinal tap thingy right now." I told her. Joanne screamed.
"Oh! I'm so excited! I'll get the girls, we'll be there soon!" she said and the line went dead. I laughed as I dialed Sam's cell phone number.
"What's up Quil man?!" Sam answered before the phone rang more than once.
"Hey Sam, are you at home?" I asked him.
"Yeah, why?" he asked me suspiciously.
"And is the pack there?" I asked.
"Well, Seth and Leah are here, Embry's somewhere around and Jake and Nessie said that they were going to stop by later."
"What about Paul and Jared?" I asked him.
"Jared and Paul are in the yard tossing around the football, andTara, Kim and Rachel are helping Em with some food. Why are you interrogating me?!" he asked, getting annoyed at my questions.
"Well, I just thought that the pack would like to know that we are at the hospital and Claire is in labor." I ranted.
"Really man! That's great, you want us to come now?" he asked.
"If you want. I think it'll be at least another couple of hours before anything major happens, but you can come, I'm sure Claire would want to see you guys and have you here when the babies do come." I mumbled.
"Sure man, yeah! I'll tell everyone." he laughed.
"Thanks Sam." I said. "Oh and don't forget to tell Jake and Ness." I hurried before he hung up.
"Gotcha man. We'll see you soon." he said before the line went dead. The dialed the last number that I had to. My mother. Dad had unfortunately passed about a year ago from congestive heart failure. The phone rang and rang. And finally before I thought the answer machine was going to click on, my mother answered, out of breathe.
"Ateara residents." she sang.
"MOM!" I rejoiced.
"Hey Quillie!" she laughed. "How is my son?" she asked me. I smiled.
"About to be a father!" I laughed, excited beyond words.
"OH QUIL! Is it time already!? How's Claire, is she okay!?"
"Yeah, she's fine, just getting some medicine for the pain." I informed her.
"Am I bringing the video camera or the digital camera? Pictures or video?!" she squealed. I chuckled at my mother.
"Both ma." I told her. "I'll see you soon."
"I love you Quil! And tell Claire I love her too!" she was crying I could tell.
"Love you too mom, I'll tell her." I answered. "See you soon." I flipped the phone shut and hurried back to Claire's room, where she was looking very relaxed and happy. A smiled plastered across her gorgeous face.
"Who's coming?" she asked.
"Everyone." She laughed.
"I guess that's the perks of having a HUGE werewolf family aye?" she asked me, giggling.
After a short while family started coming in to visit us. Claire's mother and sisters were there first. Then the pack, and lastly my mother, who was fully armed with her Sony digital camera and her JVC recorder, firing shots of everyone.
Emily was the last one in after hours passed.
"Are you scared?" she asked me from a seat near Claire's bed. Claire had fallen asleep, which was good. She looked exhausted.
"A little." I admitted. "But I'm more excited." She smiled at me. Emily was a beautiful person inside and out and even the scars on her face didn't stifle that.
"It'll be great Quil. I'm happy for you." she said, getting up and hugging me lightly. "Good luck." at that she walked out of the room leaving the seat next to Claire's bed open for me. I slid into it and took her hand. Claire's eyes fluttered open.
"How long have I been out?" she yawned.
"About 3 hours." her eyebrows shot up.
"That long?"
"Yep, but you need to rest." I told her. Her body stirred uncomfortably. "What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Nothing, nothing, I just feel a lot of pressure." she said, letting out a huge sigh. Dr. C came in a few moments later, examining Claire.
"Bet you're feeling a lot of pressure." she said to Claire.
"Yea, lots."
"Well, I think we're ready for pushing if that's okay with you."
Claire nodded eagerly. "Yes! That's just fine with me! I want to see my babies!"
"Okay, I'll go and inform my nurses." Dr. C said, walking out of the room.
Claire turned to me. "It's finally happening!" she started sobbing. I kissed her lips quickly.
"It'll be okay." she kissed me once more, chastely on the lips.
"I love you." I told her.
"I love you more." she said as the doctor came back in with two nurses flanking her sides.
The rest to me was a blur. I stood up by Claire's head and held her hand as the doctor encouraged her to push. She squeezed my hand and groaned, more and more exhausted with every push.
"Come on Claire! I see a head, we'll be done shortly, just push a little more." Dr. C said behind her face cover. Claire mustered up all her strength, pushing again.
I heard it.
A cry.
I saw on nurse carry a baby over to the scale to weigh it and clean it up.
"Nice job Claire, now push one more time, really hard for me!" Dr. C.
I heard it again.
Another cry.
"Great job Claire!"
I let out a sigh of relief as Claire smiled up at me. My eyes started to cloud over as the nurses brought the little bundles over to us.
"Your daughter." the nurse said, laying the baby in my arms. I glanced over at Claire who was holding our son. I glanced back down her little face. She looked like Claire. Jet black hair and big brown, almond shape eyes. Her eyelashes were long.
"Are they identical?!" Claire wailed, tears falling from her eyes. I stepped closer to the bed, and tipped Aiyana so she could see her. I looked down at Kane.
They looked exactly like one and other.
"They are." she sighed. "Let me hold her." she murmured. Carefully we switched babies. I gave Aiyana to her and I took Kane. He was exactly like Aiyana. Big eyes and dark hair.
I tried to remain clam but it was too exciting. My eyes began to swell and a few tears escaped. They were beautiful and healthy. They were my children. I reached out and touched Claire's cheek and she leaned into me.
"Thank you." she whispered.
"Thank you." I said back to her. She smiled and I wiped her tears away.
Later that day, after all the visitors reentered and ogled the babies, I sat watching Claire sleep. The twins were in the nursery. I glanced down at the birth certificates in my hands.
Kane Quil Ateara
14 inches 7 lbs 5 ounces
DOB: May 10th 4:54 pm
Mother: Claire Young Ateara
Father: Quil Ateara Jr.
Aiyana Claire Ateara
13 ½ inches 7 lbs 2 ounces
DOB: May 10th 4:56 pm
Mother: Claire Young Ateara
Father: Quil Ateara Jr.
I was now officially a father.
A/N: YAY! We now have the babies! WOO HOO!
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OH YEAH AGAIN! I forgot to mention that my heart is broken now that I found out that my love Taylor Lautner is rumored to be dating Selena Gomez : ( I guess my plans of meeting him, marrying him and bearing his gorgeous babies is put on hiatus for now! :D Haha! Just kidding!…no seriously, but needless to say, I'm not liking Selena G. right about now! But it's all good in my hood, it's just a rumor…for now!
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