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Chapter fifty-one
Brandon's POV
I hate waiting rooms, I know we are here for a reason but I still do not enjoy them. Everybody here is either coughing their lungs up or they are holding a bleeding area; I can only imagine the amount of germs that must be floating around here. I cannot risk Abby catching them, she is 6 months pregnant; it would be bad for the babies as much as it would be bad for her. But I can hardly protect her from them can I? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Make scary faces and assume these microscopic germs will see it and run away scared? I highly doubt it. But I must concentrate otherwise I will be overpowered by the smell of blood, but what did I expect from a hospital? Thank God Abby is sat next to me, she is holding my hand and she looks nervous. Every now and then I will squeeze her hand in an attempt to soothe her, but she just doesn't like hospitals. She has spent far too much time here, so I can't say I blame her for being wary.
"Brandon, I want a home birth." She announces to me, I let out a big laugh at her words; despite her being completely sincere.
"Don't laugh at me!" she scolds me as she whacks my arm, I offer her an apologetic smile before I lean down and capture her lips with mine.
"If it is a home birth you wish to have, then a home birth is what you will get." I assure her as I wrap my arm around her waist, my hand resting on her stomach. You could feel the babies moving and occasionally kicking; I wonder how she puts up with that.
"They are very active." I note as I feel one of them kick my hand. My children will be fighters, I can just tell.
"They certainly are; you should try going to sleep while they're like this. It's a nightmare." she sighs as she rubs her eyes. She hasn't been sleeping very well lately; even I know that seeing as I am awake most of the time.
"So, do you think they're twin girls, boys or one of each?" she quizzes as she turns awkwardly in her chair to look at me. I think about it for a moment before smiling as I kiss her lightly.
"The gender do not matter to me, I will love them either way" I grin at her as I trail my fingertips over her left cheek.
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know that right? Well, you and the babies" she smiles happily as she rests her hands over her round stomach. She has taken to the pregnancy much better as she has gotten further through it and I am proud to say that she loves these babies, even though they were conceived in a very horrible way.
I cannot remove her memories of all the bad things that have happened to her, but I can help to replace them with better, happier ones. And that is what we have the rest of our lives to do, to build happy memories for her while we raise our family. I even hope that one day I will be allowed to bring her over; I do not think I could live without her now. She has become a big part of my life and I do not know what I would do with myself when she passes. If she agrees I will talk to Amelie, and when she turns 18 she will be turned vampire. She will forever be mine, and I will forever be hers.
"It's a good thing Phoenix knows about vampires now, otherwise he would have been asking why you never age." She chuckles, completely turning the direction of the conversation.
"Hmm, I can just imagine how I would have explained that." I even go through the motions of making that whole 'think-y face' that makes Abby laugh.
"Abby Garamond." A nurse calls out from the side of the waiting room; I and Abby get up where I take her hand in mine as we walk over to the nurse who guides us into a white room. It is very plain with just bare white walls and a bed against one of the walls, there is also a desk with a computer on it and an ultrasound set up ready. After Abby has laid down on the hospital bed, the nurse lifts Abby's shirt up and over her stomach so that it is all scrunched up under her breasts. Which I might add have gotten bigger, thanks to the pregnancy.
"This is going to be slightly cold, okay?" the nurse warns her as she spreads the special gel on to Abby's stomach, she shivers slightly when the contact is made but otherwise she doesn't have that much of a reaction. The first time that gel was put on her stomach we had a much bigger reaction.
"Okay, right here is baby 1 and over here trying to hide behind baby 1 is baby 2." The nurse tells us as she points to two separate baby shaped figures. I'm glad we decided on just the 2D ultrasound, the 3D one would have been remotely freaky in my opinion. Abby probably would have hated it anyway, as would have I. I am old fashioned and this scan, to me, represents a normal everyday scan.
"Would you like to know the genders?" she probes as she starts to clean up Abby's stomach, the ultrasound of our babies still on the screen.
"Yes." We reply in unison as we smile at each other. Now is the big reveal of the million dollar question.
"You are having one girl and one boy." The nurse informs us before telling us she is going to go fetch the ultrasound pictures for us.
Once she has gone I turn to look at Abby so I can kiss her.
"You have made me a very happy man, we have a daughter and a son on the way" I grin at her as I kiss her again.
"We do. Brandon, on another note, what is your last name?" she queries. I have not gone by my last name since I was human; I am struggling to even remember it myself.
"The last time my actually last name was used was back when I was human; I was known as Brandon Harrington." I recall to her as I think back to those days.
"Then I want to call our daughter Kimberly Sadie Garamond-Harrington." She tells me as she sits up on the bed more.
"You wish to not only have my last name in her name, but for the middle name you wish to have my first loves name? Back from when I was human?" I confirm surprised, I remember telling her about Sadie and the love I felt for her. But that love is nothing compared to the love I feel for Abby, not to mention that I never even considered the possibility that Abby might want to include my ex-lover's name in our daughter's name.
"Brandon, she was your first love. She was a part of your human life, so I think it's only right she gets some form of remembrance in your life. Anyway, I think it's a beautiful name." she informs me as she smiles at me softly, her warm hand taking my colder one as she entwines our fingers together.
"I appreciate that, and I love you more for it" I tell her, just as my brain starts to wonder where on earth that nurse could have gotten to. Maybe she is giving us some time alone to talk before she returns; that would make a lot of sense. Finding out the genders of your babies is a very big deal.
"Do you have any names in mind for a baby boy?" Abby inquires as she looks at me expectantly. I will admit that I have actually been considering different boy names, just to experiment to see what works best. Although I never got as far as the middle name, but I already have a middle name in mind. If my ex-lover can get her name into our daughter's name, then it is only fair that Abby's ex-lover gets a mention in our son's name. That is, as long as she is okay with that. I know that everyone calls her ex-lover 'Tom', but when he was assigned to me for protection I found that his real name is Thomas. Now, Thomas is much easier to work with than Tom.
"Would you like your first loves name to be in our son's name? I am happy to accept that, I think Thomas is a lovely name" I tell her, she scrunches her face up for a second before smiling at me.
"I would love that, thank you." she agrees as she hugs me, I hug her straight back as I contemplate my naming choice.
"What about Samuel Thomas Garamond-Harrington? I think Sam's proper name would work because if it wasn't for him you would have never have decided to keep the babies. He was the key to our happiness over our children." I remind her, making her nod.
"I love it." she grins before she kisses me, and then the nurse decides to walk in. I barely managed to contain my growl that signified that I disapproved of her timing.
"Here are your scans and I recommend that you start talking to your mid-wife so you can discuss baby birthing options" the nurse smiles at us before leaving. With that I take Abby's hand in mine as I take her back home, knowing that Samuel (although I think we shall refer to him as Sam for short) and Kimberly will be with us very soon. Just another 3 months, give or take a few days.
