AN: So so so so so so sorry for the delay! School has kept me busy and I had to deal with quite a few problems. I really do hope you like this chapter, I'm not used to write emotional scenes. Please have fun!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon

WARNING: (SPOILER) Contains suggested death!

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Chapter 14 – Double Trouble

"Aaah! Oh, when is it going to stop?" moaned Delia, rolling her eyes as another contraction hit her. The cramps were unbearable. It was a pain that surpassed everything Delia had ever experienced before. One hour had passed since she and Sayuri had reached the hospital. Delia had absolutely no idea about how Sayuri had prevented the staff from asking questions but she vaguely remembered her Japanese friend handing a bunch of green notes to the head physician in the corner.

The way to the hospital had been an arduous ordeal. First they had flown to a hospital in Violet City in Kaito's helicopter but instead of entering Sayuri had merely 'hid' the helicopter on the landing place. At first Delia hadn't guessed why but then Sayuri had explained her plans. Her actions were meant to be some sort of trap since the helicopter was equipped with a tracking device. As far as Delia understood the plan Sayuri hoped that Giovanni and Kaito would follow the tracking device's signal to the wrong hospital. Delia knew that their plan could go horribly wrong but she was still very grateful that at least one person who was able to think clearly at the moment was in their small on-the-run group.

Due to the labor pains Delia was only praying that she and her baby would get out of this alive. After landing in Violet City and hiding themselves from curious eyes they had continued their journey over Jotho's endless landscape on the Japanese woman's Staraptor.

Their final choice had been the hospital in Blackthorn City. As they had landed on the landing place Sayuri had rushed to the approaching medics and told them something. Delia only caught a few words like "Don't ask" and "cheque".Then, without any further words, Delia had been led inside, strapped onto a wheel chair and rushed into the maternity ward. Everything was fine concerning the hospital. The outfit hadn't even wanted to know her name.

Now she was wearing a blue hospital gown, lying on a bed in the delivery room, staring at the ceiling with widened eyes and screaming in pain. Sayuri wasn't with her, she needed to take care of Moe .But Delia's thoughts were elsewhere. She still couldn't believe it. She was about to give birth to her so long awaited baby! But there was also a hint of worry troubling her thoughts. When he or she would be born, where could they go? How long would she be able to hide from her husband?

A cloud consisting mixed emotion spun through her head, a mix of joy and fear. What if something was wrong with her baby? What if her husband's actions would lead to… Delia didn't let the thought end.

With all those thoughts spinning through her head it was easy for Delia to ignore and forget the second person in the delivery room she currently lay in-the midwife, a blonde midlife woman.

She was bent over Delia's stomach, examining it. The cold surface of the wooden ear trumpet caused Delia's skin to shiver but the screaming woman in labor did not care about that. As the pain faded for a few seconds she kept her gaze onto the midwife's relaxed expression, hoping this could also calm her. But then the midwife paused for a moment and her calmed expression turned into a confused one. Oh no!

"I-i-is something wrong with my baby?" stuttered Delia.

"Baby?" asked the midwife who had regained her calmness and put the ear trumpet on a white dresser.

" Didn't they tell you on your last ultrasound?"

"I've had the last ultrasound in my fifth month. The next appointment would have been- eum- today!"

The midwife stood up and adjusted her white coat's sleeves. She smiled very kindly but Delia didn't like the way she had pronounced the word baby.

"Well, Madam, I can hear three different heartbeats. I don't know why they didn't see it on the ultrasounds but, congratulations, you're carrying twins."

"WHAT?"

The current situation was forgotten at once. Twins? Delia's world stopped for a moment. She was carrying twins? How could that be? She had had the best medical care available during her pregnancy and it hadn't been noticed? And now the midwife found it out with a mere old fashioned ear trumpet?!

"This can't be!" exclaimed Delia, refusing to believe the news. "Why haven't I noticed yet?"

"Give me a moment" said the midwife, slipping pink rubber gloves over her hands.

Delia felt herself weaken and sinking into the bed and shivered from rubber gloves' touches on her stomach. The midwife started to palpate her very confused patient's stomach.

"According to what I can hear and feel one child is hidden behind the other one. That could be the reason" She stood up and stripped off her gloves, carelessly discarding them into the garbage bin.

Delia was unable to listen to the woman's words. She was still too overwhelmed by the news. Twins, twins, twins… The word echoed in her ears. She was already very worn out and needed a moment to compose herself to comprehend the situation fully. She had been carrying two babies for the last nine months and hadn't noticed!

But how would she be able to hide from Giovanni after the birth with two newborns? One would already be enough.

The midwife had crossed the room to the intercom, pressed a button and whispered something into it. What was she saying? What would happen now? A suspicion started to creep over Delia but another contraction hit her. "Ouwww"

Even though the midwife had told her not to push yet Delia couldn't take it anymore. The pain was just too numbing. Maybe a little push won't hurt…

As if she could read her thoughts the midwife ended her call and rushed up to Delia.

"No Ma'am, don't push yet! Pushing will only make it more complicated for your babies!"

"But how shall I- "

The door creaked open and two chanseys and a nurse rushed in, pulling a strange looking leather stretcher on rolls along with them. Without any further explanations they grabbed Delia carefully who still fought with contractions and was taken away by the news and lifted her onto the stretcher. As they fastened her onto it Delia started to become even more suspicious about where she would be taken to and the thought truly scared the wits out of her.

They told me that I can't give birth the natural way. But that means… Delia didn't need to end that thought as the nurse confirmed her worst fear.

"We need to do a surgery. You're already very weakened and your children's position is very twisted. There's no way to avoid a cesarean!"

Delia froze in shock for the second time as those words reached her ears. No! It couldn't be! She didn't want a surgery! Since Delia had learned that Giovanni, Kaito and his surgeons had had wanted to cut her baby out of her, kill it the most agonizing way possible, sterilise her, and tell her it was caused by a fall down the stairs or an infection, she had developed a true phobia.

Even though Sayuri had bribed the staff Delia still feared they would somehow take the surgery as an advantage to take her babies (the word still sounded so foreign in her ears) away from her, hurt them, torture them, kill them. She couldn't let that happen! After all she went through to safe her children from their violent ruthless father she surely wouldn't let any harm come to them.

"No! No no no no no!" moaned Delia, struggling against the straps. "Please! I can give birth the natural-"

Delia 's sentence faded into another scream and an oxygen mask was strapped onto her face. Everything was spinning. Out of her fogged eye's corner she saw someone in a green coat approaching her, holding something in his hands. No! Is that a syringe?

" Please calm down Madame! Neither you or your babies will benefit from your struggles!"

the only further thing Delia noticed was the stretcher being stopped. Another person in a green cloak approached her stretcher and a very crude light was turned on. No no no no no!

Apparently the surgeons noticed her panic. One stepped beside her and tried to reassure her with comforting words.

"Don't worry Madam, you'll only feel a slight prick nothing more! Everything will be alright! It will go well! Your babies will be fine!"

The only thing Delia felt was a needle entering her arm before her world went black.

- 45 minutes later-

Delia felt very dizzy, groggy and uncomfortable. Her world was spinning and the only thing she could see was a mix of green and white. Then an all too familiar female voice broke the maze.

"How are you feeling?" asked Sayuri Azuma who sat on a white wooden stool beside Delia's bed. Moe was bouncing on her mother's lap, making gurgling cooing noises.

"Weak. Tired." mumbled Delia under her breath.

She tried to lift her arm up but winced, her arm was connected to an infusion. She moaned and respired. Slowly but surely she started to regain her senses and comprehend what had happened. There was only one thought spinning through the troubled woman's mind. Hospital… Blackthorn City… My babies… Cesarean… Oh my Gosh! CESAREAN!

"I'm sorry! I returned when they were already performing the surgery. The midwife explained everything" ushered Sayuri." That's really strange! Holy shit Delia, you're a proud mother of twins! Of twins!"

That was the first time Delia noticed her flat stomach. Acoording to what she could feel there was a long cicatrice on her abdomen. That could only mean one thing...

"How is -euhm- how are they?" whispered Delia.

Sayuri gnawed on her chapped lips, hesitating. Then she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know , I had to wait outside and Moe needed to be taken care of."

That wasn't a good sign. Sayuri always used to be in control of a situation and knew exactly where everybody was. It somehow rang an alarm bell in the back of her mind. Yet even before Delia could really start worrying her friend patted her shoulder reassuringly with one hand while holding her cooing baby with the other one.

"Don't worry Delia, I'm sure your little ones are fine!"

"Hmm" murmured Delia under her breath.

The Japanese woman sat up and fastened Moe in the carrier that was strapped onto her chest. Then she put on her glasses and crossed the room. She reached out to the doorknob and pressed it down.

"I go and tell the doctor you're awake"

Sayuri pushed open the door revealing a sight that would remain imprinted forever in Delia's mind. The head physician stood in the doorframe, caught off guard, holding a bundle wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms.

The medic was clearly surprised and apparently caught during something but Delia only had eyes for the small moving bundle in his arms.

"Ah, Dr Richards. I intended to look for you but it seems like I don't need to! Your patient has woken up so please take her children to her!" said Sayuri.

"Ah, Madam! What a chance! I was on my way here!"

Sayuri quickly rushed over to Delia who locked her gaze onto Dr Richards' arms and helped her to sit up. Delia moaned as let herself sink into the blue pillows, careful not to open the huge stinging cicatrice on her abdomen.

The head physician stepped beside her.

"Here's your little boy!"

Carefully Delia took the tiny bundle in her arms, afraid to hurt her son. She tried to remember her parental classes as she held the small baby the way she had learned and took a closer look at him. A son, just like she had wanted it. Delia carefully touched the baby's cheek with the back of her index finger. As she touched the baby's soft skin a loving smile crept up Delia's lips. A rush of maternal love rushed over her and the fears she had before the surgery were forgotten at once. Finally, after almost nine months of waiting he was there, lying in her arms, peacefully asleep… But after the small moment of utter joy and bliss Delia remembered what the midwife had announced her. "You're carrying twins" How could I even forget that?

Where was her other baby? Delia began to fear the worst. There had to be a reason Dr Richards hadn't brought him or her with him too. What was going on? How was it even possible to feel so divided at the same time, to be overwhelmed by love and shivering with fear for another one's life?

"Um, doctor? Could you please tell me, where my other baby is?"

The medic who had been watching Delia along with Sayuri paused and his smile faded.

"I think it's the best to tell you everything." He pointed towards Sayuri "Is she allowed to stay in here?"

"Of course she is."

"Ok" He took a seat on the stool Sayuri had been sitting on a few minutes before.

" As you already know Madam you had twins, a boy and a girl. The boy was hidden behind the girl so he wasn't visible on the ultrasound. But-"

He paused again. No good sign. Delia prepared herself for the worst.

"Mrs Azuma told me you have been beaten into the stomach. Your daughter was on top, thereby she bore the brunt,"

He lowered his gaze.

"I'm so sorry but there was nothing we could do. She was born asleep."

The world stopped for a moment.

Delia froze in shock. She didn't even feel the tears that started to trickle down her cheeks. The only thing she could think about was her daughter, her child, her baby girl. The girl of whom she hadn't known about, the baby she would never know, the girl she would never hold. Her dead baby girl, her killed baby girl, killed by her own father.

Delia started shaking, hiccupping. She didn't mourn her baby's death with loud cries or desperate screams, she was still too shocked.

"Oh, Delia!" Sayuri rushed over to her sobbing friend, embracing her. "I'm so sorry!"

More tears flew down her cheeks like small waterfalls as she just let go and cried, soaking Sayuri's blouse.

To be continued…

Puh, that was a tough job! What do you think? The fact that Delia was pregnant with twins will be very important in the upcoming sequel. I got the idea after writing the first three or five chapters. I really do hope it's not too loose!

And once again, sorry for my horrible English!

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