"Paul, when are they gonna be here?" Em asks as I'm in the chair beside her bed as we wait for our babies to come back from the NICU as they're getting looked over and making sure they wouldn't need any help breathing or anything.
"Now yer the one whose worrying, they're fine Em. The doctor said they looked healthy and are in the right weight range. They just want to make sure they're alright." I say reassuring her and she nods and looks down to her lap as her small baby bump is still there.
It's barely visible but from being pregnant with two babies, it's not gonna go away just like that.
I must admit that I'm a tad worried about them, but they've only been there in the NICU for maybe ten minutes, having been whisked off right after I cut the cords. We hear the click of the door as it opens and a nurse walks in as she pushes the two plastic cribs that have our babies in them and we both have grins going from ear to ear.
Emily fortunately didn't need a c section because the second baby was facing down also. After an hour of Emily pushing our two children finally entered the world and it was as amazing as it was the first time with Charlotte, uh maybe a bit more because it was two babies this time.
"Alright loves, who wants who?" she asks and we both shrug as it honestly doesn't matter to us.
She informs us they both checked out fine and we both breathe a sigh of relief. She hands us both one of our little bundles of joy and I see that I was given my son as Em has our newest daughter.
At 2 in the afternoon Emily gave birth to a baby boy and a baby girl, the boy coming first and the girl weighing more.
I gaze down at my son as he moves his small arms and looks up at me with his wide eyes.
"He looks a lot like Charlotte when she was born, don't ya think?" I ask Em as I carefully get up and sit beside her on the bed.
"Yeah, a lot like her." she says.
He has strands of black hair covering his small head, my large eyes, thin black eyebrows that are above his what seem to be hazel-brown eyes, plump, chubby cheeks and Emily's perfect, thin lips. I remove his blue hat fully and run my fingers over his fuzzy head and I brush my finger across his delicately soft cheek as his large eyes are glued to me while I have a smile plastered on my face. I look down to his little hands and I love his long, little fingers as they extend themselves and wrap around my long finger. I touch my lips to his pink forehead and I inhale his sweet baby smell. I turn my eyes to my newest little girl whose in Emily's arms as Em's eyes are set firmly upon the little baby, she looks so in love.
My eyes wander to the little face in the bundles of blanket to see a pink faced, slightly chubby cheeked girl with my nose, my pouty lips, and my doe eyes that are slightly almond shaped like Em's and are Emily's bright blue. I watch as Em takes her pink hat off to reveal thin strands of brownish-blonde hair scarcely scattered across her small head as her eyes are locked on her mother above her and I see her little arm lift up and her small hand, which looks identical to my sons, unclench as she spreads her fingers.
"What should we name them, Em?" I ask her softly as they both stay quiet and content in our arms.
She shrugs as she runs her finger over the baby's sloped nose and I look back to my son to see him still staring at me and I smile at him and his eyes open a bit wider.
"Wanna switch so we can see about names?" she asks and I nod reluctantly and kiss the top of my sons head before I set him between my legs and I take my daughter and Em slips her hands under his little body and one behind his head and pick him up as he wails from being put down.
"Shh, you're okay." Emily coos to him and he immediately stops as he hears her voice.
I look down to my beautiful daughter and I have her wrap her strong hand around my finger and I smile as I'm so taken aback by my two beautiful children and I can't even muster words to explain how beautiful and precious they are, it's simply a miracle they're here and they're ours.
"I think the name Noah would fit him." I say softly as I run my finger over her round cheek.
"I agree, it fits him perfectly. Noah James McCartney." she says and I smile and look to her and she smiles as we look at each other and share this feeling and experience together that nobody else could possibly understand or our feelings and thoughts.
"I think she looks like a Halley." Em says and I nod as we still share eye contact.
"Halley Grace McCartney?" I ask saying aloud to get the full effect and she nods with a grin and I look back to little Halley as her big, blue eyes look over my face.
"Hi Halley. I'm your daddy." I coo to the little baby who I can't believe is my newest daughter.
I have two daughters now.
"Hi Noah. I'm your mummy, you lived inside of me with your sister for almost nine months." I hear Em say since she hit 34 weeks two days ago.
"You have an older sister named Charlotte who is going to be so excited to meet you, Hal. She's gonna be so happy to have a little sister to one day play dolls with, you're gonna have a great older sister." I coo to my daughter as her eyes are still set on me and I look over whats exposed of her little body.
"He'll need a brother one day, you know." I say to Em and she turns to me as I have a grin on my face and she hunches her shoulders like she's saying "I dunno".
I look back down to Halley and I brush my fingers over the strands of light brown hair and the few golden blonde hairs that stick out here and there from the brown. She looks a lot like her mum, from the blonde hair, to the exciting blue eyes that share a resemblance with both Em's and mines because they're more wide set like Em's where mine are more large and round, which Noah has gotten from me.
A nurse comes in to help Em nurse them both and I watch as my amazing wife masters feeding them both at the same time.
"I'm so proud of you." I say as I rest my chin on Em's bare shoulder as we both have our eyes set on the babies in her two arms and I softly kiss her shoulder.
She looks to me with a warm smile and I smile back.
"Thanks. I couldn't of done it without you, without your support and coaching." she says sweetly and I nod.
"I love you, Emily." I say as I look at my exceptionally beautiful wife.
"I love you, Paul." she says and I lift my head and touch my lips to hers in a thankful, loving peck.
AN: Thoughts? I hope you liked it!
