A/N: Hi all, I think I finally am getting through my writers block. I hope this chapter is something you enjoy. I'm not sure if Mama McG will be making an appearance in this story, what do you think? Let me know and thanks for reading and reviewing!

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Chapter 25

Catherine's turn

Wednesday morning 6:00 to 7:00 am Hospital Room while waking up and gently still sleeping

Today is the day I can go home if my tests turn out all right. Dr. Coelho ordered an MRI for first thing this morning and I am feeling really good and extremely happy. I think it's true what they say that positive endorphins really can have a beneficial effect on healing. Every time I hold my children, I feel so complete, and going home with Steve and our babies is what I want to do so badly. Steve looks so happy and to tell you the truth, I love seeing him like this. He has had such stressful jobs in the Navy and with Five-0 that he is so often running through life at 100 mph and doesn't take enough time to slow down and smell the Plumaria (my favorite flower Hawaiian.) Of course, I knew this early on, and loved him for who he is and his honorable spirit and sense of right and wrong. His love of his country and the law is a rare trait, and it's one of the first things that attracted him to me. Of course, he is so much more than that, but who he is fundamentally is a wonderful, loving, caring, and amazing man...and hotter than Hades too. It was no surprise that he had a lot of females drooling over him all the while he was at Annapolis and during his entire naval career. He was never the kind of man who would date the types of woman who threw themselves at him. He was shy and quiet and if he met someone he was interested in, he used all his courage to ask her out. But with me, he said it was so easy that he knew early on that there was something about me that pulled him toward me. I felt the same way and I'm just so glad that I am the one he wanted to spend his life with, and to raise our children with.

Last night I finished the letters I wanted to give to Steve. I wrote one from me and each of the twins. Since we've been married, we still give each other cards with poems we write and Steve has to be the most thoughtful and romantic man I've ever met. (Think Christian Gray of the Shades of Trilogy.) He never fails to show or tell me how much he loves me and how that I am forever cherished. He makes me feel so beautiful and sexy even when I know I am not. My mom will put the letters in the baby's room in their cribs with the gifts for Steve. I had bought a frame to put photos of Steve and his dad on the day he was born, and Steve with our babies. It also has another photo of Steve with his mom on the day he was born and me with the twins as well. I hope he likes it, and I think he will. I also gave him another frame of us on our wedding day, and the four of us a few days after they were born when they were dressed and cleaned up, and so was I. That is for his office so he can see us watching over him, know how much he is loved and to come home to the three of us every night in one piece.

He hasn't had the easiest life since his mother died and I knew that he always felt lost and no matter what he did, or where he turned, nothing ever filled that hole. We were in such a happy place before we lost our first baby and my recovery put extra stress on us. We grew stronger in the end and things were in a great place when his dad was murdered and he lost a part of himself again. It just seems like that whenever he would take three steps forward life would take him two steps back.

Even though we were all ready scheduled to be married October 10, 2010, it was so close to his dad's death that he didn't have any time at all to recover. He tried to force himself to not feel the pain to hide his sadness from me, but I knew him too well and busted him for it. I tried to get him to postpone our wedding, but he wouldn't let me and his reasoning did make sense. He had lost such a large amount in his lifetime, and put so much of it on hold that he wasn't going to do that anymore. He wouldn't hear of putting our life beginning as husband and wife on hold any longer and I'm glad he insisted that we keep our plans the way they were. Even though I offered to postpone the wedding, I really wanted to be his wife but made the decision his and his alone. He didn't need me making him feel pressured or guilty if we did postpone it as well.

We've been through so much together in the last five years and what didn't break us made us stronger. I think back to the worst of times and I still get chills up and down my spine when I remember the time he was taken as a POW in Bolivia. Steve and Mitch were on a secret mission after the Hess Brothers when they walked into heavy gunfire and the six Seals were all captured. They were put through days of horrendous torture and I knew more than I wanted to when the Confidential Military Intel came across my desk to be posted and filed with the CIA and Pentagon. Being in Naval Intelligence I read and watched most of the Ops Steve was on and sometimes I wish I hadn't. I used to think the "Not knowing" was the worst feeling, but once I knew what Steve really went through; I would have rather stayed in the dark.

I knew in my heart something was wrong with Steve on his mission, days before I received the Intel that he was a POW. As soon as I found out, I got permission from my CO to let Steve's dad know. One of Steve's roommates from Annapolis, Antone was my CO and he knew Steve and I were engaged and said I could be the one to call John and let Steve's CO know that as well. Steve has been in some terrifying situations as a SEAL, but this by far was the worst. When I called to let John know that situation, I didn't have much info to give him but I told him as much as I could. Being in the military himself during Vietnam, he saw many horrific things happen and many team members were captured as POW's and some still are missing to this day. John knew what could happen to his son and had to be tough for me and Mary. John and Mary didn't have the best of relationships after her mom died, but he made sure to keep tabs on her and when Steve was injured or in trouble, he always let her know.

Steve had to endure so much at the hands of those demented savages. When he was rescued and I saw him for the first time, I couldn't bear to see all the stitches, bruises, burns, and broken bones and ran from his room in tears. He was heavily sedated due to the fact that he was terrified of anyone's touch….even the doctors and nurses who were there to help him. Once I calmed down I got my composure and went back into his room, I held his hand for hours and just talked to him softly and lovingly. The doctors told me he might be able to hear me so I told him how much I needed him and that he promised to grow old with me and he had to come through this because he never broke a promise to me before and I wasn't going to let him now. I told him stories of our life together and all our dreams that we were going to make come true. I caressed his forehead, gave him sweet loving kisses and just told him I loved him over and over again. After three days, the doctor's started to lighted up on the sedation and had one of the hospital psychiatrists with him the whole time to talk to him through this. They needed to do "Neuro" tests and CAT scans and MRI's and his brain looked fine, but until Steve could speak and do their tests, nobody really knew if he had brain damage.

Luckily, Steve passed their tests and his brain wasn't physically injured, but psychologically he was a mess. The torture left him frightened of anyone's touch, men's voices, and even afraid to eat. He only ate the vegetation and plants that he and the guys could find in their outdoor cage and he lost at least 15 pounds. The doctor who treated his night terrors, tremors, and panic attacks was really good with him. She put him on some medication to calm him down so that he could talk to her and learn some techniques to get over the horrific memories of what happened to him. I knew this was going to be an intense and long road, but I didn't care. He was there for me many times, and I made a commitment to him and I wasn't going to give up on him. I had a few conversations with the doctors and they told me what things to do and day and what not to do. I didn't want to push him but had to be there to listen when he was ready to talk. He was at a military hospital in Germany for a week, and then he was sent to my ship for another four weeks. Mitch was just as injured so they shared a hospital room and did some therapy sessions together. Kara and I spent every second we could with them and slowly they could talk to us and we could hold their hands without them shaking and having panic attacks. Once Steve was on the proper dose of meds, he was much calmer and really worked hard at getting well. His physical injuries healed months before his psychological ones, and I knew that was going to be our toughest road to walk down together.

After his four weeks on my ship, he went home for three months and continued with his therapy at Pearl. His dad let him stay with him for the first month, but the second month he was at our place, and I had requested a thirty day emergency leave that I was granted. I went with him to most of his therapy sessions and he told us what he went through and hearing it through his eyes, I couldn't bear it. Several times I excused myself to go to the rest room so I could cry and pull myself together. Steve didn't like seeing me like this, but I was his life partner and I wasn't going to be afraid. If he had to endure it, then I had to be able to hear about it and be there for him. He pulled me through the loss of our baby and my attack, and he deserved this and I owed him nothing less. I wanted to be there for him and even though we hadn't said our vows yet. I accepted his proposal knowing we'd be there for each other through better or worse, sickness and in health and I needed to give him my strength and my shoulders to lean on.

The night we finally were able to make love after this disaster started out so badly, but in ended in a beautiful night showing him how much I loved and cherished him, and he did the same. He let me know with his words and body how much he loved me and all that I had done for him while he was recovering.

"Mrs. McGarrett, wake up, Catherine, can you hear me?" Nurse Reynolds said to me when my breakfast arrived.

"Yes, umm ah I'm awake, what time is it? Do you know where Steve is?" I replied.

"Right here, baby. Just stepped out in the hall to check in with Danny. You look well rested; you seemed to sleep better last night. How do you feel?" my husband asked.

"Better now that I see you. How are things at the Palace?"

"Fine, nothing to worry about Sweetie. The only thing you need to think about is getting stronger and keeping your blood pressure normal so you can get home with the three S's...me, Saylor, and Steven."

"Mrs. McGarrett, I need to check your vitals and then you can the Commander can eat breakfast. Now, on a scale from 1 to 10, how is the pain level of your headache?" Nurse Reynolds asks.

"I would give is a 2 or a 3, but the light is starting to bother me. Can you close the blinds please, Steve?"

"Sure babe, no problem. Do you want the lights off as well?" he asks.

"Yes please." I nodded.

"Ok, Mrs. McGarrett, what is the pain level of your C-section incision? Do you have any pain anywhere else and if so, what number?" the nurse asks.

"It's Catherine, remember? I can't feel my incision when I am just sitting here only when I move. I'd give it another two then. What time is it?" I ask Steve.

"It's just a few minutes after 7:00 am. You and our children slept the last three hours very quietly I hardly remember hearing my alarm to check on all of you." Steve told me.

"Where are the twins, Steve?"

"They are with the nurses getting their official footprints for the birth certificate done and then one last check for jaundice. They should be back in twenty minutes ready to eat." He replied.

"Ok, is the security team with them?"

"Of course, where else would they be? If I am here, then they are with our children. Also, your mom called from the house and wanted to know if you wanted anything? I told her you call before too long and let her know." Steve said.

"Sounds good, thanks Honey. Do we know what time my MRI is scheduled for, Nurse Reynolds?" I ask.

"It's Rhiannon, remember? I think it is for 9:00 am so you can eat breakfast and nurse the twins before they come to get you. Do you need anything before I leave you and the Commander to enjoy your breakfast? "I nod my head No while I start eating. I'll bring your children back as soon as they are changed, dressed and ready for the day's activities." Rhiannon said.

"Sorry, yes, Rhiannon, everything is good right now. Steve's here, breakfast's here, and I know my children are safe. Thanks again." I reply.

Rhiannon leaves us alone and Steve sits in the chair next to me and we eat the breakfasts the nurses brought for us.

"What's up at the palace, Steve?" I ask, while enjoying my favorite Macadamia nut pancakes with cocoanut syrup.

"Everything is good. Kono took a call from a mother who's high school teenage 'allegedly' ran off with her swim coach and wants us on the case. I put a call into Dennings to see what he wants to do." Steve tells me.

"How would this lady know to call Five-0? Do you know her?"

"She is a friend of Kono's Aunt Melhi and works at the café that Kono grew up going to. I told her to take down all the info and head over to HPD with Chin and see what they know, and do backgrounds check on the coach. Also to get some current photos for an Amber Alert if HPD hasn't done that yet. Once Danny or I hear from the governor, we'll know which way to proceed. I think this girl was someone who Kono used to babysit, but I'm not sure. You seem to be getting your appetite back Lt. McGarrett; I haven't seen you clean your plate since we've been here, and I am very happy to see this."

"Well, I have to keep up my calorie intake so I can keep the babies well fed. I don't want us to have to supplement unless absolutely necessary. Breast milk is best for the first year and I intend to give it my all for our prince and princess. Isn't that what you expect from me for your heirs, Commander? Why are you upset that I haven't lost all my baby weight yet and that I will get really, really, fat and only fit in Muumuu's?" I ask with a chicken shit grin.

"Yup, Cath, you got me, that's it. I don't want my former sexy as hell Lt. Wife to get really, really, fat and only wear Muumuu's. Just because we are in Hawaii, you shouldn't get used to wearing big mama Muumuus." Steve replies with a cuter than cute smile.

"Well, I guess the honeymoon's over. Now that I'm a mother, gone are all the nights of erotic sexing, steaming showers and Hot Hawaiian nights Steve style at our home." I reply while sticking out my lower lip in a pout. Before I know it, Steve has scooped me off the bed and sits me on his lap and engulfs my mouth with a loving and steamy kiss. He kisses hard, his tongue fighting with mine, and I take the opportunity to fist my fingers in his hair, grasping it in both handfuls and kissing Steve back while I assault his month with my tongue. He inhales harshly leans his head back, blue eyes cloudy with sensuality, and moans my name in love and lust. I run my teeth along his jaw, feeling his stubble, as it tickles my tongue, not caring if anyone walks into our room. Steve groans as he grabs my ponytail around his wrist and gently pulls it, pulling my head back allowing him full on access to my throat. He begins to trails sweet kisses along my ear and down my neck and finishes on the tattoo of our name on my heart.

"There, does that tell you what I think of you, Mrs. McGarrett, love of my life, light of my life, mother of all my children?" He says while I try to catch my breath.

"That's a start Commander; I'll take another couple of those while the kids are gone." We lay on the bed and are all arms and legs and kisses with each other. After ten minutes we come up for air and Steve gets off me to let me catch my breath before I have to feed the twins.

"There, beautiful, wonderful, sexy, wife, just so you know. I will happily have you any way I can get you, how can you doubt that, Catherine? But, my love, not at this moment. You take a minute or two to get yourself together and I'll go find the twins and bring them back to you, my soul mate. You know you always have taken my breath away, and still do, don't you?" he says to me.

"I do now." I reply with a wicked grin.

While Steve is gone, I get up and go by myself to the rest room to wash my hair, face and teeth, and wait for my precious family to return. I only have to wait about two minutes when I see Steve rolling the bassinets in with Rhiannon following with another gift for us.

TBC