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What if: A new Legacy- Chapter Eleven: Final
"Coffee flavored ice cream?" Orwell looked up from the grocery bag Vince had placed in her lap. She arched a brunette eyebrow, waiting for a response.
"Well, you were craving sweets," the former vigilante leaned forward from where he sat on the couch cushion next to the expecting blogger, taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on her knuckles.
The brunette flashed her boyfriend a tiny smile. "Well, thank you sweetie," she craned her neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I appreciate the thought."
"You know that I'll do anything for you," Vince sent an affectionate smile her way, squeezing the expecting blogger's hand.
"Because you're so sweet," Orwell moved the grocery bag onto the coffee table in front of them and leaned her head against the sandy blonde's chest.
Vince kissed the top of her head and secured her in place with a strong arm. He placed his hand on the brunette's bump, grinning as a twin pressed against her stomach.
The pregnant blogger looked down at her belly, a gentle smile gracing her features. "Can you believe that they're big enough to know their genders? I really can't believe it."
"What do you mean?" the former vigilante asked, looking down at his girlfriend carefully.
"I just can't believe that there are two babies growing inside of me. And I really can't believe that I will be a mother," Orwell placed her hand over the former vigilante's.
"Do you still have your doubts? Because you know you're going to make a great mother-"
"No, it's not that," the pregnant brunette sighed. "It's just a little hard to believe that you and I are going to be a family. Going to take some getting used to, seeing how I've lived alone off and on for the past ten years."
"Well it's a good thing we're moving into this slow, isn't it?" Vince met with the brunette's eyes, to which they smiled back at each other.
"I suppose so," Orwell said with a weak nod.
The former vigilante took their linked hands off of the blogger's belly and rested her hand on her thigh. A grin found its way onto his face as he took his hand and pulled Orwell's shirt up to just below her breasts. She watched her boyfriend as he ducked his head to place a kiss on her big belly.
That will never get old; she smiled to herself.
Vince grinned back at the pregnant blogger before he pressed a kiss to her lips. "You, my beautiful girlfriend, are going to have two wonderful babies. Our little babies."
"I know," Orwell smiled shyly. "It's just something I never thought would happen."
"Life takes us through some crazy things. In the end though, it made you and me come together, didn't it?" the former vigilante spared his girlfriend another grin before looking down at her baby bump.
The pregnant brunette tilted her head to look up at her boyfriend, meeting with his eyes a moment later. "You believe that we were meant to be? Out of everything that happened to us, it was all like a path for us to be together?"
Vince let out a light chuckle before he began to rub at the blogger's stomach again. "I used to not believe in all of that fate crap. That I was there because I made the decision to be there," he passed Orwell a quick smile when he looked up to see her eyes wavering back at him. "When I fell in love with you, that's when I started to question it. If I was never framed for your father's murders, I never would have gone into hiding. Therefore, I never would have met you, and I never would have fallen in love with you."
"No," the expecting brunette smothered her face into the sandy blonde's chest. "You would still be with your real family."
"And now you're a part of my real family," Vince tilted his girlfriend's head up to meet with his eyes and pressed his lips against hers. They fell into a slow kiss, to which Orwell's brown eyes filled with pregnancy induced tears. She clenched her eyes tight as she continued the kiss, hot tears dripped onto her bare stomach a moment later.
The pregnant blogger jerked away from the kiss as a sadness overcame her. She took in a sharp breath and burrowed her face into her boyfriend's chest.
Vince frowned down at her sadly. "What's going on, baby?"
Orwell shrugged her shoulders, breathing in with a shaky sniffle. "Just getting a little emotional."
"You don't need to be stressing yourself out, okay? How about we take a walk?" Vince checked his wrist watch. "We have about twenty minutes to spare before the appointment; maybe some fresh air will do you some good."
The brunette nodded. "Alright," she answered softly. "Fresh air would be nice."
The former vigilante helped lift her up to her own two feet before picking himself up. His girlfriend grabbed the grocery bag and waddled out of the room. He presumed that she would be putting it away, but just to be sure, he followed her to the kitchen.
By the time Orwell came into view again, she had just closed the freezer door. She heard her boyfriend coming with her super scary mom hearing and smirked weakly. "What, can't I take a trip to the kitchen without supervision?"
Vince stopped to take in the brunette's smirk. It was there, but it wasn't her usual snarky smirk. She was noticeably out of it. "In your condition? No you can't," he spared her a light grin.
The pregnant blogger sighed lightly, waddling over to the former vigilante to take his hand in hers. "Alright, I'm ready for that walk now," she looked up at Vince with a smirk, "Mr. Escort."
The sandy blonde let out a chuckle, looped an arm around his girlfriend and led her out of the kitchen.
-0-
Vince and Orwell's fifteen minute walk around the neighborhood was both refreshing and calming. The pregnant blogger stayed tucked under her partner's arm. More time than not, she enjoyed the silence.
When she drove them to the clinic she had been seeing ever since the third month of her pregnancy, the former vigilante began to get the jitters. This was the first visit he had gone to with his girlfriend; he was so worried that something would be wrong with one or both of the twins. It killed him inside every time he thought about the blogger's first trimester. How did he not know?
Vince vowed to himself that he would take care of Orwell. Through the rest of her second trimester and on, he would be there for her, and their twins.
"Vince, honey?" Orwell called out to him. She had just parked his truck and was ready to go inside. The brunette tried to call him once before, but he was lost in thought.
At the same moment that his girlfriend called his name, he was snapped out of his trance was looking back at her.
The pregnant brunette spared him a tiny smile. "Are you alright?"
Vince nodded, smiling at the blogger and her baby bump. "I'm fine. You ready to go in?"
Orwell arched an eyebrow, skeptical of her boyfriend's behavior. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and got out of the passenger side of the truck.
It was about mid morning; a slight nip in the air on one of the last days in November. When the couple stepped out of the truck and into the other's arms, they instantly felt the morning chill.
As they entered the clinic, it was obvious that business was dead . The secretaries were biting on their pens and finishing up a few week's worth of crossword puzzles. The doctors and nurses were probably in the break room playing poker. It was just one of those days.
The chime of the front door opening and closing made the secretaries' heads pop up one by one. One of the usuals caught Orwell from the corner of her eye and smiled back at her, opening up the glass window as the couple walked up to the station.
"My, my, Miss Fleming. You're getting bigger and bigger by the month now!" the secretary looked over at the sandy blonde that was holding onto her. "And who is this?"
The pregnant blogger smiled at her boyfriend, getting a gentle peck on the side of her head. "This is Vince; the father of my twins."
All of the secretaries knew that Orwell had been doing all of this alone; they gave her kudos for trying, but they all knew that it wouldn't last for long.
"Well, it's good to see you," the secretary beamed a smile at the former vigilante. "We were beginning to wonder if you would ever find out."
"I had my suspicions, believe me," Vince chuckled. "Though, in all honesty, I never saw the twin thing coming."
Another secretary, a red head, chimed in with a smile. "She didn't either."
Orwell quickly met with her boyfriend's eyes before craning her neck to kiss him gently. "I need to give them my co-pay for the visit. Go sit down. It'll only take a minute."
"Okay," the former vigilante strummed a thumb across his girlfriend's shoulder as he hugged her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you."
"Love you too, honey," the pregnant brunette let a smile play at her lips. After they passed each other an affectionate smile, her boyfriend walked over to the chairs and tables in the tiny lobby and took a seat.
The raven haired secretary smiled back at the blogger as she reached into her purse for her wallet. "Your appointment is at eleven, isn't it?"
Orwell opened her wallet and pulled out a twenty-dollar-bill, her wavy hair obscuring her features until the moment she picked her head up to hand her co-pay over.
The secretary took the moment into her hands and slid it into their money box in the station. "Alright, honey, let's buzz you in."
The pregnant brunette flashed her a smile before she waddled over to the door that separated the lobby from the examination rooms. She looked over her shoulder and found her boyfriend still sitting down in the small lobby. "Vince, let's go," she called to him.
The sandy blonde spared her a sheepish smile before he rose to his feet and made his way over to the door. Once he was behind her, he placed a kiss on her head and opened the door for the both of them.
Orwell walked down the hallway, the former vigilante trailing behind her with a hand on the small of her back.
As they got to the nurse's station, the pregnant brunette held a hand behind her for her boyfriend to take. Once their fingers were threaded together, she gently pulled him alongside her as they stepped up to the station. At that time, a brunette nurse picked her head up to see the couple in front of her.
"May I help you?" she asked with a smile, flipping her braided ponytail off of her shoulder.
"Hi," Orwell spared the nurse a smile, squeezing the former vigilante's hand. "I have an appointment with Dr. Fay?"
"Ah!" the nurse bobbed her head, scooting her wheeled chair over to the counter space to her left and picked up her clipboard. "Right this way."
The couple simply smiled at each other as she left her station and headed down the hallway that Orwell knew all too well.
The pregnant blogger whispered her partner's name, to which he trailed behind her without protest. She clutched at her very prominent belly with a free hand, groaning as she saw the nurse stop at the scale at the end of the hall.
"Oh c'mon Orwell," Vince whispered to his girlfriend. "The more you weigh, the healthier the kids are." He placed a kiss on her temple, sliding an arm across her shoulders. "You want them to be healthy, don't you?"
She just nodded, whining as he kissed her again. They continued to walk on, stopping at the scale.
"Alright, Miss Fleming, I need you to take your shoes off and hand your bag over to your boyfriend here," the nurse spared Vince a tiny smile before looking back at the expecting brunette.
Orwell sighed as she stepped out of her black flats and handed her designer purse over to the former vigilante.
The sandy blonde kept both of his hands on either side of his girlfriend's hips as she stepped up onto the scale. He kept his eyes on her, whereas hers were focused on the scales turning promptly.
"Yeesh," the pregnant brunette winced back at the final weight. "I gain ten to fifteen pounds every month, don't I?" she glanced at the nurse over her shoulder.
"Sorry, sweetie," the brunette nurse looked down at her chart at she jotted down the weight change. "It's normal though. Most women of your stature gain as much weight, if not more than you." She looked back up at the patient. "Plus," she smiled. "Twins play a big factor in your weight gain."
Orwell just sighed. "I suppose so," she let out a whine a second later, looking down at her pregnant belly and running a maternal hand against it.
The nurse gently patted the younger brunette on the shoulder. "Let's go get you settled into a room; shall we?"
"Okay," the pregnant brunette began in a breathy tone. She took her boyfriend's hand as he helped her to solid ground once more.
The couple followed the nurse into the examination room nearby. It wasn't the one Orwell remembered from her first few visits, which was quite refreshing to her.
Vince led his girlfriend over to the bed in the corner of the room and picked her up to place her on the plastic it was lined with. She smiled at him as a silent thank you, to which he pulled a chair up to her bed.
The brunette nurse smiled at the couple's interactions and walked over to the soon-to-be-mother, a blood pressure cuff in hand. "So, how is everything going, honey?" she asked once she secured Orwell's arm in the cuff.
"Well," the pregnant blogger smiled lightly. "Everything is going alright. There are days that I don't want to get out of bed," she chuckled, "But otherwise, the pregnancy is going well."
"I'm glad to hear that," the nurse looked down at the meter, frowning lightly at the results. "I don't like the looks of your blood pressure," she mumbled under her breath.
Orwell caught that rather quickly. "What do you mean?" she asked, pressing her arm tightly to her chest as it was released from the cuff.
"You have rather high blood pressure. The only thing we can really do is monitor it closely for the next few months. At this rate, it could drop or rise significantly," the nurse let out a sigh, returning to her chart. "You need rest, Miss Fleming, and lots of it."
"Okay," the blogger nodded nervously. "I can do that." She met with Vince's eyes, who looked just as nervous as she did. Neither said a word, the former vigilante just pressed a kiss to her cheek.
The brunette nurse sent another glance back over at the couple. "Dr. Fay will be with you in a minute, alright?" She spared the pregnant brunette an apologetic smile.
"Thank you," Orwell responded in a whisper.
The sandy blonde had his gaze solely on his girlfriend's sad expression. When they heard the door close, he noticed that tears had begun to fill her eyes. "Orwell, don't cry, okay? It's too early to start courting disaster."
The brunette blogger took in a sharp gasp and averted her gaze from the former vigilante. "Vince, this is all my fault! I couldn't calm myself down, and now all it's doing is harm."
Vince caught the first few tears that spilt down her face. "What's done is done, baby. Right now you just have to stop this. Do it for me," he bored his eyes into hers carefully, smiling gently as their eyes met.
Orwell hiccupped against a sob that wracked her body. She forced a nod and opened her arms, to which her boyfriend stood up from his chair and hugged her close.
"I've got you," he whispered, placing a kiss on top of her head. "Everything will be fine."
"How can you be so sure? I'm such an idiot, Vince. You warned me again and again, but did I listen?" the brunette's whole body shook.
"Orwell, you can't keep looking back at all of this and putting yourself down. You're not an idiot, and you never will be," Vince ran his hand up and down his girlfriend's back, trying to calm her down.
"But, I-"
The former vigilante placed a finger over her lips as she looked up at him to protest. "Stop it, okay?"
"I can't help it, honey. How will I be a good mother when I can't even keep my blood pressure down during pregnancy?" the pregnant blogger's lower lip began to shake, to which her boyfriend removed his finger and replaced it with his lips.
The kiss quickly deepened as Orwell tried to fight the sob she so desperately needed to release.
Vince supported his girlfriend's head, his free hand moving to rest on her bump. Once they broke apart for air, he leaned his forehead against hers and looked down at her belly as he started to run his hand across it. The brunette stared up at him with a tiny smile.
It wasn't until a moment or so later that the couple was interrupted. The sound of the door opening and closing drew both of them out of their own thoughts.
Orwell picked her head up to see Dr. Fay coming into the room. She spared the black-haired doctor a smile as she walked past. "Hi, Dr. Fay."
"Good morning, Jamie," Dr. Fay responded curtly, nodding towards the former vigilante. "And is this who I hope it is?"
"If you're hoping that this is my babies' father," the blogger met with the sandy blonde's eyes, smiling lightly, "Then you'd be right."
The doctor leaned against the counter she stood in front of, smiling back at the couple. "Now that's what I want to hear," she took one more look at them before turning to place her laptop on the counter. "So how are the twins doing? I see that you had some high blood pressure; are you eating anything different? Are things stressful at home?"
"Mostly it's just stress. I tend to over-analyze a lot of things; it's not good for the twins, I know. But, I'm working on it," Orwell replied, placing her hand over Vince's and looking down at her belly.
Dr. Fay nodded and looked back at her patient. "It may not be easy for you, but I suggest going on bed rest for the duration of the pregnancy. Only get up if you absolutely have to."
The brunette blogger let out a light sigh, a smile tugging at her lips. "I suppose I can do that."
"Good. Now, do either of you have any questions? Alarming side effects? The second trimester is hard on a lot of women," the doctor added, passing the couple a smile.
"I've been having these really weird dreams about having demon babies…" Orwell took her free hand and rubbed at the bottom of her belly.
Dr. Fay let out a hearty chuckle. "No to worry, sweetie. Again, that's a common symptom for first time moms."
The blogger took in a relieved, albeit shaky, breath. "And here I thought I was going crazy," the pregnant blogger noticed her boyfriend passing her a nervous glance as she looked down at her belly. She just squeezed his hand and offered him a little smile.
The doctor sent a look over to the former vigilante, a smile curling at her lips. "And what about you… I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name…?"
"Vince Faraday, ma'am," the sandy blonde responded, looking up at her quickly before checking back on his girlfriend.
The doctor smiled at the couple's interactions again. She was glad that Orwell was with a man who so obviously loved her. To be honest, Dr. Jordan Fay was worried about her patient not having the father of her babies in her life.
Vince spared Orwell a tiny smile, squeezing her hand. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," the brunette breathed out, beaming a smile back at the former vigilante. "I'm anxious to see what to gender of our babies are."
The sandy blonde grinned and pressed a peck on her lips. "I know, baby. It'll be nice to finally refer to them as a he or a she."
"Well you won't have to wait for much longer, Miss Fleming," Jordan began, abandoning her laptop to go over to the couple. "Just lean back, Jamie and we'll get you started, okay?"
Orwell nodded, more than a little nervous. Her boyfriend picked her up and hoisted her back onto the plastic lined bed, to which she gave him a smile afterwards.
Jordan lightly shooed Vince out of the way as she squeezed by him to make her way to the door. "I'm going to get the ultrasound machine; I'll be right back."
When the door was shut once more, the pregnant blogger looked down at her big belly. She ran a hand across the top of it, humming a soft little tune.
The former vigilante watched his girlfriend warily from where he sat in the chair next to her bed. "If you hum that every night, it'll surely get them to calm down."
"I just hope that they'll get used to our voices before they're born," Orwell began.
"Babies don't know what's going on when they're newborns. They recognize mommy automatically, but daddy takes some getting used to," Vince responded, taking her free hand in his.
"Well that makes me feel better," the brunette let out a light chuckle. "But, I'm sure they'll be used to you too. You talk to my belly everyday, don't you?"
"Yeah," the former vigilante grinned. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right," Orwell spared her boyfriend a bright smile. "Mother knows best."
Vince grinned back at his pregnant lover, leaning forward to start a drawn out kiss with her. It lasted for a few more moments, which seemed like a microsecond for the couple. After their lips disconnected, the sandy blonde chuckled lightly. "I love you too, Orwell."
The pregnant brunette cupped her boyfriend's cheek, a loving smile in place. "And you know I love you."
"I never would've guessed," the former Cape passed her another grin before executing a quick peck.
Within another moment, Dr. Jordan Fay came back into the room with the ultrasound machine in tow. "Alright, mommy and daddy; are we ready?"
The expecting brunette squeezed her boyfriend's hand as she laid her head back against the pillow at the end of the plastic lined bed.
Vince smiled gently as Jordan wheeled the machine past him to stop in front of Orwell. She pulled the brunette's green shirt up and reached for the antibiotic gel that sat on the cart.
As the gel was rubbed into her belly, the pregnant blogger tilted her head to smile over at her boyfriend. She held her hand out for him to take, to which they linked their hands together. The two broke their locked gaze when they hard distinct heartbeats coming from the ultrasound machine.
"Say hello to the twins," Dr. Fay said with a bright smile.
Vince stared back at the ultrasound monitor with a wide grin. There they were; his and Orwell's babies. "How are they doing?"
"They're actually fairly healthy. Normally one twin would be bigger than the other," Jordan waved a free hand around as a gesture, "Twin pregnancies are kind of like a competition; survival of the fittest, really."
"So, the babies are different sizes?" Orwell asked, staring at the monitor over her big belly.
"No. The twins are both a solid weight for their age," the doctor looked at both mother and father. "Would you like to know the gender?"
Vince's anxiety rose to a new level. When Dana was pregnant with Trip, they never asked for the gender. He wanted to know, but she wanted to keep it a surprise. The former vigilante didn't have a preference for his twins, but he at least wanted one of them to be a girl for his girlfriend's sake.
"Of course we would," the pregnant brunette spared her boyfriend a little smile. "I've waited six and a half months for this day."
Dr. Fay drew a virtual circle around each of the twin's gentiles. "You, my dear, are pregnant with two little girls."
Orwell beamed a smile as she blinked back tears from her eyes. She had gotten what she wanted, and then some. It was just like the dream she had a few months back. "My little girls, huh?"
The former Cape grinned at his girlfriend and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Our little girls."
Jordan smiled. "Your little girls should be due by the 15th of February."
That didn't seem like very long, the blogger thought to herself. "And how accurate is the due date?"
The doctor sighed. "Honestly? Not very accurate. A lot of women give birth, weeks, even a month before or after the anticipated due date."
Orwell frowned. Well that wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"Sorry, honey; you wanted the truth," Jordan shrugged. "Are you ready to go?" she added.
"Almost," the pregnant brunette smiled back at the monitor, taking a good look at her twins. "I bet they'll be beautiful little babies."
"Of course they will," Vince grinned, placing a kiss on his girlfriend's lips. "They have a beautiful mother."
Orwell couldn't stop the blush from crawling up on her face. "You're too sweet." She took one last look at her babies, running a hand across her protruding abdomen. "Mommy loves you girls."
Jordan smiled at the expectant couple before taking the belt from around the blogger's belly. "I'll see you next month, Jamie."
"Thank you for everything," the brunette whispered, pulling her shirt down over her stomach.
"It's what I'm here for. And remember, take it easy," the doctor called over her shoulder as she began to wheel the machine out of the room.
Vince warily watched over his expecting girlfriend as she dropped down to her feet. "You ready?"
"Yes. And hungry," Orwell chuckled to herself.
The former vigilante let out a chuckle of his own. "I believe we can fix that."
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When Vince and Orwell got back to the Faraday apartment, she went straight for the kitchen, whereas he headed for the living room.
As the pregnant brunette waddled over to the cabinet to retrieve the bread, she saw a letter posted on the refrigerator. She frowned a bit and took the letter into her hands. The moment she began to read the first line, the former vigilante came into the room. He noticed something in her hand, to which sparked an interest.
"Hey, baby, whatcha got there?"
Orwell turned around and spared him a smirk. "It's a letter from Dana."
Vince took Orwell into his arms and began to read the letter aloud. "Vince and Jamie: Since Trip is visiting my parents for a few days, I'm going to be spending some time with Dominic here and there. I went grocery shopping after work, so you should have plenty to eat. Also… we got the court order through the mail. Vince, you and I are legally separated. Which means you can't stay here anymore. Jamie is more than welcome to stay until the twins are born. It'll be easier for all us if we live our separation, well separately…"
The former vigilante sighed to himself, which only prompted a look from the pregnant brunette.
"Vince, I'm sorry," she added sadly.
"No, Orwell. It's okay. Dana's right, it'll be better for Trip if I get out of here," Vince began, passing her a weak grin.
"I'm coming with you," Orwell responded, her tone confidant.
"Baby, I'm going to have to stay at the hideout until I find us a place. Or I can go to the carnival ahead of time," the former vigilante said, placing the letter onto the counter space nearby.
"I'm going with you. You kept your word about staying with me; there's no way I'm leaving you to be kicked out by yourself," the pregnant blogger turned around in her boyfriend's arms, giving him a light smile. "I know that this isn't going to be easy for you. This had been your family for twelve years and I know you're going to be distracted."
"I'm trying not to be. I love you and our girls. I want to be a family. It's just going to take some time to get used to. Time is finally moving," Vince passed her a sad smile, ducking his head to give her a quick kiss.
"I know you love me sweetie. We both need time to adjust. It'll get easier… somehow," Orwell cupped his cheek gently.
"You're the best woman ever, you know. Most women would've walked away, rather than stay put in the middle of all of this drama," the former Cape took her hand off of his face and kissed the palm of it.
"It means so much to me, Orwell. I owe so much to you."
"Vince, I've got you," she took his hand and placed it on her belly. "And I've got these babies. I couldn't ask for much more."
"Just wait, Orwell. I'll make sure to make up for all of the tears that I've caused," the former vigilante rubbed his girlfriend's belly with a little smile. "I never, ever want to hurt you again."
That's it for chapter 11, folks! Let me know whatcha thought of the chapter.