Teddy's Day Out -Outake
The Nursery is Pink!
By Cindra
A/N: This was asked for by Mitzi1958 and I couldn't resist, so here goes. Had to go tweak chapter 2 and 3 a bit after writing this but not much…Any and all mistakes are mine. enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the original story and OC characters. This is for fun and my sanity.
CPOV
Taylor and I ignore Ros and Andrea completely as we race pass them to my private elevator. I have to get to Ana! Anything else can fucking wait!
"Christian! What the fuck is going on!" Ros is shouting at me, giving chase.
The doors open. We rush in.
"Ana! Distress! Babies! Hospital! Charlie! Roof! You've got the helm!" I shout barely able to form a complete sentence, just before the doors close.
"Dammit, Christian! You're forgetting..."
The doors close before she can finish, but my focus is on my wife. Getting to her and praying that it's not as bad as she was when she nearly died to have Teddy. This time up its twins! Fuck that we're done! Three is more than enough kids for us to love and guide into adulthood. If she wants more then we'll adopt.
"She's a tough cookie, Chris." Jason puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as the elevator quickly propels us up to the rooftop helipad and my helicopter Charlie Tango Golf.
I'm too scared out of my mind to even warrant an answer. My hands are digging painfully at my scalp as what happened with Teddy flashes before my eyes. She fought with me and Green for eighteen hours before she gave in and had the emergency C-section because both she and Teddy were in distress. She nearly bled to death and that was just one. Twins. The doors open to the roof. We both race over to where Stephen is waiting for us in Charlie Tango.
"Jason take the front as soon as you get Chris strapped in the back. He's gone 'Fire bad tree pretty'. Not that I blame him if my wife were in distress I'd be a walking zombie too." Stephen shouts out as Jason hauls me into a seat and then starts to strap me in like a child.
"I've got it…" I mutter as I snap out of it enough to strap myself in. "Let's get my bird into the air and me to Ana…" I put on the cans, lie my head back against the headrest, close my eyes, and focus on Ana.
Big fucking mistake to do when Stephen is just lifting off Grey House. "FUCK!" I scream out in agony as I establish our link and get my first taste of what my world is having to endure just to bring two more miracles into our family of three.
"What the FUCK! GREY! You linked with the Pixie now!? I'm talking to the tower! And you've made us all deaf!" Stephen snarls, as he shakes off what hearing my agonizing cry did to his concentration and rights Charlie towards Seattle Grace.
"Unless you share a fucking link with your wife, which we both know that you don't because you don't have one! Mr. Bachelor for life! You can shove it out your ass!" I snarl out through gritted teeth. "I don't give a Flying Fuck if my cry of agony shook your decorated unshakeable fighter pilot ass! Anastasia is in life-threatening distress! I am her anchor! Like I was with Teddy! So shut it and fly my bird!"
"Roger that. She's making you suffer. No other explanation needed. ETA ten minutes." Stephen ignores me as if I didn't just flame his ass and then fires back with fucking snark of his own.
"Fuck you, Collins!" I hiss, as yet another wave of excruciating pain hits me and it feels like something is trying to rip its way out of my body. "You wouldn't last a fucking second! None of you would and I've gotten to experience it twice before this! Ana and then Mimi! Being linked to two women sucks fucking balls! Ana's I endured because we're a team. Amelia made me pay because Fucking Ethan opened his mouth during labor and pissed her off against the entire male species! I being her twin got the brunt of if it, because of our Fucking twin link."
I know that I'm ranting, but this fucking hurts and I don't snarl at them I'm gonna curl up in a ball and cry like a fucking baby! I can't do that either because I have to be strong for Ana and the babies.
"Breathe, Christian…" Jason tries a soothing tone.
"You Fucking Breathe! I'm being ripped in half! What the hell does she keep thinking that she's needs to be sorry for?! What's my stress level and blood pressure have to do with…" Another wave hits and it's three times worse than the others and I bite down into the strap of my harness.
"She just doesn't want you to be worried out of your mind…" Jason and Stephen say at the same time and I can just imagine the look they are giving each other as I nearly bite a hole in the strap.
"Since when!? She wanted to neuter me with her bare hands and then force feed it down my throat during labor with Teddy and this is three times worse! She broke my hand hours before she gave in to having the C-section and then nearly ripped my balls off because I had to go get my hand reset by Marcus! Ana loathes pain and she will make the person who causes it pay, so why the hell would she be thinking of apologizing to me, my stress level, or blood pressure when I'm the prime target!? It doesn't fucking add up!" I hiss out through gritted teeth, now that the pain has ebbed enough for me to form a sentence let alone analyze why my baby is thinking crazy weird thoughts instead of wanting to personally turn me into a eunuch with her bare hands.
"You wanted her to go in three days ago after she had a bad night and couldn't get comfortable and she stubbornly refused…" Jason counters as if he's dealing with a raving lunatic.
"I get that, but…" I blow out a breath, trying to calm my mind. Block out the pain and completely focus on my baby. "Christ…she knows that I'll never let her go through this again and is feeling guilty about not giving Teddy the brother he's been longing for ever since he was told he was getting identical twin sisters…"
"You can't tell me that you don't want another little boy…" Stephen counters, after radioing the tower that he's landing at Seattle Grace.
"He's got a point, son." Jason turns around to lock eyes with me.
"That's what adoption is for…" I roll my eyes. "Ana comes first. She wants more then we'll adopt after the girls are Teddy's age. Right now a three-year-old wonder and twin newborn baby girls are more than enough for both of us."
"She's gonna be fine, Chris." Stephen's landed on the pad and is powering down Charlie. "She's a fighter."
I don't even think to answer him back, as my focus is now once again on my baby and our unborn girls. I'm running on automatic as I race out of Charlie and straight for the emergency helipad entrance where my mom is waiting for me.
"Mom?" I lock eyes with her and I know she's as worried as I am.
"She's being evaluated by Joana as we speak. We just arrived five minutes ago. We need you to get changed into scrubs and ready for the OR. Jo will want to perform an emergency C-section and I know there is no way that you're going to not want to be with her during the operation." Mom knows that I need answers not comfort right now.
"What happened…" I want more than that as she leads the way to where I'm to get changed from my suit to surgical scrubs.
"Twins come on their own timetable…there isn't much room left for them to move around…" Mom's trying to placate me, knowing that I'm walking the razor's edge and barely holding it together. She waits outside the room while I strip and redress into the scrubs in record time.
"She was fine a little while ago when she told me off for being worried about her back killing her again…" I rejoin her and follow her to, I don't know the technical term for it, but it's the room where you scrub your arms and hands with smelly sanitizing soap so that you can safely enter the OR. Mom's gloved up by a nurse, while another hands me a towel to dry my hands and arms with.
"She's been underplaying her discomfort all afternoon…masks on…" Mom leads me through another set of doors and into the Operating Theater where they are prepping my baby for surgery.
"Wait for…Chris…not until…" Ana's refusing to cooperate with Green's team.
"I'm here, baby…" I race over to the front of the table behind the surgical screen where her head is still visible and bend to place a kiss on her forehead. "I've got you, sweetness. Let Jo help you and our girls…" I croon as I take my seat on the stool next to her and take hold of her hand, which she squeezes for dear life. I wince. Praying that this time she doesn't break it again.
"I'm sorry…" She whimpers, tears shining in her eyes.
"No…there is nothing to be sorry about…the girls just think it times up is all..." I croon, bringing her hand up to mine to kiss it.
"Don't hate me…" They place her under and she's just about out when she whimpers. "Please forgive me…"
"Never, baby…you are my life…there's nothing to forgive…" I whisper in her ear.
As soon as the anesthesiologist gives Jo the all clear she gets her team moving to bring our girls into this world. I know this might make me a wimp, but seeing all of that happen once was more than enough with Teddy. I damn near passed out cold that time and I need to focus on my baby.
Minutes later I'm rewarded with the healthy cry of one of the girls and I get the shock of my life when Jo gently scolds the newborn. "So you're the one that wanted out, you naughty little boy. Your sisters are patient little darlings, but not you…"
BOY!? Sisters!? Triplets?! Three?! Babies!?
I'm on my feet and watching in a daze as she hands my son over to the nurse and my mother to get looked over as he's early…My mind can't grasp what's happening before my eyes and my head feels light and fuzzy.
Jo hands off my screaming daughter to another nurse.
Now, I'm hearing what sounds like crickets not good.
A minute or two later and her sister joins in on the trio's screams of put me back in!
"Pink…" I barely croak out.
Mom turns to look at me in alarm. "Christian…"
"It's all pink…" And then everything goes black.
I come to after someone waves that smelling shit and find them all hovering around me. "Chris are you alright?" Paul? What's he doing here?
"Did you hit your head?" Someone's shining a light in my eyes. Mom?
"Pink…" I blink up at whoever is shining the light in my eyes. I think it's Paul. What the hell? How long was I out?
"Christian? Sweetheart? It's gonna be, alright." Mom croons down at me from where my head is laying on her lap.
That brings me back to reality.
"The nursery is pink! Fairies! Unicorns! Rainbows! It's all pink!" I must sound like a raving lunatic and they decided to let me stay out for a while because Ana's already in recovery and the triplets have already been taken to the neonatal unit. Not that I think there is anything wrong with them, as their lungs are all definitely healthy enough to scream the room down. "Ana…the babies…three...not two…three...Teddy was right…there's an Alex…Pink…clothes…everything is pink…" I sit gingerly sit up and Paul helps me stand on my shaky feet.
"Easy, Christian." Mom leads me over to the stool to sit down and takes my blood pressure and pulse. "You've had a shock."
"He's not the only one? The little princesses were hiding their brother." Paul is scratching his head. "How the heck did Jo miss it? Didn't they do a full workup when she had her 4D scan?"
"Dr. Clayton, you can see that Christian is fine. Thank you for your assistance. You're needed back down in the ER…" Mom shoots him a look and I know that she's trying to get him to shut up.
"I'm on my one hour break, Dr. Trevelyan." Paul shoots her a hurt look like what the hell did I say? "I was worried. I was watching from the gallery when I saw Chris go down. I was needed here more so than downstairs. Tad's covering…they'll page if I'm needed."
When the hell did Ana get a 4D scan?! I sure as fuck wasn't there for it and I have been to every fucking appointment. Right? The logical part of me is screaming at me to pay attention to the two of them, but the practical side can only think that my newborn son is gonna have to be clothed, swaddled, and surrounded in pink or girlie pastel until I can get Elliot to knock out the wall in the bedroom next to the nursery to make room for him to have something more boy appropriate like boats, cars, trains…anything but unicorns, fairies, and rainbows. I need to have Jason send Gail out to do some emergency baby shopping we need one more of everything. "Ana…our babies…" I shake myself out of it enough to focus on the immediate well being of my family.
"Ana is fine. No complications this time around and has been taken to recovery. The triplets are being looked after in NICU, but that's just because they're early. Jo thinks they'll be transferred to the nursery later on this evening. They passed their first tests with flying colors, but one can never be too careful." Paul turns his focus back to me. "You were out for all the updates. I'm gonna go take a peak, then call Jose, before heading back down…congrats, buddy. " He bends down and kisses my head, before heading out the doors.
"You can see them in a little while and not to worry. Sam's watching over them. Ryan and Luke are pacing right alongside Jason waiting for an update. You need to go talk with them and arrange things. I'll take care of everything here. It's gonna be okay, sweetie. I promise." She gives me a hug, a gentle shove towards the doors.
I'm still pretty much dazed but greatly relieved that Ana and the babies are all healthy and out of danger. I'm walking trance-like out the doors into the corridor still thinking about everything that needs to be done and as soon as possible. My son and his needs. Teddy's gonna be over the moon. "Pink…Unicorns…Fairies…" I'm still muttering under my breath to myself that I don't even notice Luke or Jason talking to me.
