"YOU BASTARD!"
"I'm driving to the best of my ability."
"I should've made Feli dri-AHHHHH!"
"Stay strong, Lovinito. We're almost there."
"YOU SAID THAT AN HOUR AGO!"
"I'd say anything for you to not lose hope."
"Feli, better... never have... kids." Roma's breathing got a little heavier. After all, he was in labor.
"Pero, Romanito, wouldn't it be nice for the twi-"
"Just drive!"
I did as I was told. I focused on getting mi amor to the hospital as quickly as possible, without any injuries.
"Stay strong, Roma."
"I STILL *Censored* HATE YOU! NEVER AGAIN AM I BARING YOUR CHILDREN. CAPICHE?"
"Si. Loud and clear."
"S-Spain?"
"Si, mi amor?"
"Y-You don't mind if I get the seat wet, right?"
I looked into the rear view mirror to get a look at Romano.
"No. No problem. I was planning to get a new car anyways."
"Okay..." Romano screamed so loudly that I nearly lost my hearing.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE!" He was crying. Everytime I felt Roma shed a tear, my heart cracked.
"NO!" I slammed my fist at the steering wheel.
"Che cosa, pomodoro bastardo?"
"Well, let me phrase this correctly…Traffic."
The Italian let out a string of curses he knew. All of them.
There was another scream and then silence.
"A-Antonio..."
I looked at the back seats. When I looked at him, I found a frightened face. I
scrunched my face in an apologetic look.
There was crying. I knew that I wasn't crying that loudly, and Roma seemed to be
in shock and pain. That meant only one thing. Bebe numero uno was here.
"Roma!" I pushed the passenger seat forwards and joined him in the back. The babies were coming now and there was no time to get to the hospital.
I can tell he was still in pain; he was grunting and grinding his teeth. I took off my jacket and the shirts that I wore. It wasn't that cold anyways. I used my blue, cotton T-shirt to wrap our first newborn.
"El es muy pequeno y muy hermoso."
"Toni...! There's still his twin, remember?" I placed the little boy on my thick jacket that lay on the carpeted car floor.
"That's right. You can do it, Roma. You're almost there. Just push a few more times and you'll get to see them." Bebe numero dos was born 6 minutes later. I used the spare knife that we kept in the glove compartment to cut the umbilical cords.
"Let me see them," he said weakly with outstretched arms. I showed them to Roma.
"Boys."
"Boys..." The way he touched their skin made me feel so happy. We're finally parents. I was so proud of Roma.
There was a lot of honking. Why was that? Oh, crap! We are parked in the middle of the road. A cop approached us. I rolled down the window that was closest to my face.
"What seems to be the problem, officer?"
"You do know that parking in the middle of the road will cost ya, right?"
"Si, I know. But we were stuck in traffic and my spouse was in labor and I had to help deliver the children."
"Oh. Heavens to Betsy." He calmly mumbled something into the receiver on his shoulder. "Don't worry. The ambulance is on their way."
"Thanks so much. I'll pay the fine."
"I'll let you get away this one time. Next time, pull over to the side and turn on the blinkers."
"Yes sir."
"Now you have a nice day."
"I sure will."
The cop told everyone behind us to go around our car to prevent any further traffic. What a nice guy. I looked back at Romanito. His head was lulled to the
side. Asleep.
I guess now we'll have to wait for an ambulance, but I don't mind. After all, I've got everyone I need right here.
(Author's Note)
~ A little bit more of a cliffhanger, right? "OTL
~ (This was kind of awkward to write about. Heh heh. I hope you liked it though.)
~ You guys are awesome. I'm getting so many alerts. I smile so much that I look like Italy on crack. :{D
~ Btw, midterms are over so I can post more stuff. Hurrah!
~ What do you guys imagine the twins to look like? (Off Topic: What is your OTP? It can be more than one.)
~ There MIGHT be a side story to "Surprises" (*cough*GerIta*cough*). Its in the working. So we'll see.
~ (Why do I always announce what I'm working on? This isn't Facebook or Twitter.)