The doctors had long ago gave up on telling them to get out; they both could not be the father after all.
One sat on each side of the pregnant Belorussian.
The blond of the two had somehow fallen asleep.
The brunette was watching Natalya like a hawk.
Natalya screamed which woke up the blond man, and had the doctors scrambling to help out.
She wanted to kill those pesky doctors when they told her to push; what did they think that she had been doing?
Toris's thumb rubbed her hand to soothe away the pain and frustration that consumed her.
Feliks, though, began to gush over how beautiful their children would be.
She focused on pushing and the two of them, so that she didn't kill a bunch of innocent doctors.
Needless to say, Natalya was relieved when their daughters were born.
Somehow, one looked like she was Felik's, and the other appeared to be Toris's.
It became obvious to them as soon as they were born that they'd be their little miracles.
Natalya was blessed, and she knew that.
It was hard for her to figure out how she went from not being loved to being loved so much by two, different men.
Natalya's family life in the past had been difficult; her older sister that had raised them had been nice, but she was always busy back then.
Natalya had had an incestuous crush on her older brother for the longest time, and Ivan had been terrified of her.
She hadn't spoken to them in ages, but she knew that Katyusha did not approve of Natalya's three-way relationship.
Ivan still avoided her phone calls, so he probably didn't know about her relationship with two men.
Natalya felt that when she had met Toris and Feliks that it had been a huge blessing for her.
She had enrolled in college, and she met Toris very quickly after that.
Through him, she met his roommate, Feliks.
Toris and Feliks had been going out when she had first met them.
It hadn't bothered Natalya, though it had surprised her.
She had fallen for them slowly which had worried her back then, but she hadn't known that they had started to fall for her too.
It had been difficult for her to tell them how she felt; she was scared that they'd run away like her brother had always done. They hadn't!
Feliks had blushed and stuttered; his verbal tick was very obvious all of a sudden.
Toris had also blushed and stuttered, but not as much as Feliks had.
Toris had been the one to alleviate her fears.
She had recieved more love from them than she had recieved from the family that she had born in to, or at least she recieved more from Feliks and Toris than her family that had started to ignore her.