(Catherine's POV)
As another contraction hit me, I gripped my fathers hands and I began to transform. It seems to help with the agony somewhat. When I look in his eyes, they are staring back at me, mimicking my own. "Catherine, let go. You need to fully transform, and stay that way." I glared at him and a growling "NO" vibrated throughout the room. "Catherine listen to me, I think fully transforming and staying that way will speed things up, and help with the pain. Please baby girl, I can't stand seeing you like this any longer." At the peak of the contraction, I fully transformed, my body rippling with veins, growling echoing throughout the house. He was right, the pain was less excruciating, so I stayed in full transformation for almost three hours, my father sitting at my side, after ordering the doctors out of the room, still holding my hand. One of the nurses had taken over the care of Jonathan so Vincent could rejoin me, and suddenly I felt the familiar urge in my bottom. Vincent ordered my father to get ready, and he called a doctor in the room.
After twenty minutes of almost constant pushing, I could feel the baby's head at my opening, so I pushed harder, but the baby's head was barely moving. I could feel the doctor trying to free the baby's head from the tight skin surrounding it, and after another twenty minutes of grueling pushing, and inch my inch, the baby's head finally slipped free. I gasped, and fell back on to the bed. My whole body was shaking, and while trying to gather the strength to push again, I could hear Vincent, my father and the doctor gasping in unison. When I questioned them, they ignored me completely. When the urge was too much to ignore, I began to push with everything I had, but this baby didn't just slip out like Jonathan did. And after ten more minutes of pushing with all my might, I felt our baby slip free from my body. The doctor held her up for me to see, just long enough to see her in full transformation, and that she was much larger than Jonathan. I collapsed, sobbing. "No, no, no," I cried. I was back in human form again as the doctor cut her cord, and took her to weigh her. Nine pounds six ounces, and she was in my father's hands. He was saying something to her when I had to bare down again. The second baby was delivered while I was in human form and was much smaller than the first. Five pushes and she was free from my body, weighing in at six pounds, fifteen ounces. I watched as he had the doctor reweigh the first twin, before he brought her to me. She was much smaller now, and no longer in full transformation. I finally released the breath I had been holding, and my father whispered "Seven pounds, one ounce. I think your adrenaline triggered her transformation Catherine. She was still tied to you at that point, and we have to remember, they also share Vincent's DNA." He laid her in my arms, and Vincent brought our other daughter and sat beside of me, kissing my forehead. "I think we're going to have our work cut out for us Catherine, and a couple of names to pick out."
My father silenced me before I even had a chance to reply. "First Vincent, I need you to take the girls out of the room, so Catherine can transform and heal quicker. Just for a few minutes. I'm afraid that they'll change in response to seeing her." Vincent nodded and took the babies out of the room to allow Jonathan to meet his sisters. That's when I transformed, and stayed that way until I was healed. I felt so much better, the burning at my core gone, my still pregnant looking belly flattening before my eyes, and my father watched in awe. He smoothed down my hair and kissed my head. "Catherine, you have even more control over your change than I do, more than I could ever imagine. Watching you, it was almost like you were demanding your body to heal."