Amy sighed as she plopped onto her couch. Right after their wedding, they had found the perfect house. It was a pale yellow three-story house. Amy loved the fact that connected to their bedroom, was a huge sunroom. They were currently converting that one room into a nursery.
"Uh, I am so tired. I hope you don't mind but I ordered Chinese food for dinner." He told her. She sighed as she leaned on him.
"Just think, in the matter of a month, we'll have our girls here, safe and sound" she replied. He gently ran his hand over her belly, forming the outline of it. She struggled to her feet and noticed a long stem hanging off the fireplace. She gasped as she noticed a tiny kitten with a rose tied to him.
"Rob, I love him!" she exclaimed as she picked up the kitten. Rob looked at her.
"Amy, Meet Twizzles. He has a crooked tail," Rob said. Amy smiled.
"Hi, Twiz" she said as she scratched his ears. Twizzles looked up at her quizzically. "Rob, are you sure he'll be fine to have with Dez and Rhia?"
"The woman I got him from just had a baby, she told me he's very good with children, but her daughter was allergic," Rob told her. Amy sighed as she sat down with her new pet.
"Amy, I'm glad you enjoy Twizzles," he said. She giggled softly as the kitten began to purr, loudly.
"Rob, I love you, too," she said with a smile. They were startled by a knock on the door. They both looked at each other, surprised.
` "I'll get it," she said. Amy looked at it. He opened it to reveal their old friends, Michael and Lisa Manna, (A/N- Lisa as in "Ivory") and Jackie and John Leyfield a.k.a Bradshaw.
"Hey, Rob" Michael replied as they walked in. Amy set Twizzles on the floor and sighed as she sat up.
"Amy, hi" Lisa said. Amy smiled as she moved over. Amy sighed as Twizzles jumped back into her lap. "Oh, he's adorable"
"Thank you"
Later that night… Rob found Amy sitting in the sunroom, staring at the clear night sky. He knew she was deep in thought.
"Ames, what are you thinking about?" Rob asked as he sat next to her in the unfinished nursery.
"Ireland, we're heading into the time frame where I lost her. What if I lose our girls?" she asked.
"Amy, I know you're worried, but don't let the what-ifs fill your mind. Enjoy the time where it's just you, Desiree and Rhiannon. You will never get to experience this again," Rob told her. She leaned into his arms and began to cry.
"Rob, I cherish every second the Good Lord gives me with Desiree and Rhiannon, but I'm frightened. All through out my last pregnancy, they told me everything was fine and I lost her right when she was supposed to enter the world," she said. Rob looked at her.
"Amy, our girls will be fine" he replied. Amy's face became panic-stricken.
"Rob, we need to go" she said as she looked at him.
"Why?" he asked. She looked at him.
"I think I just had a contraction," she muttered. He looked at her.
"Contraction as in what signals labor?" he asked. She nodded.
"Rob, Dr. Malone told us multiples often arrive early, but we've got to get to the hospital!" she exclaimed.
Early the next morning… Amy turned around to find Rob sound asleep. In his hand, he clutched rosary beads. (A/N- If I've gotten his religious preference wrong, sorry. Not sure) When they had arrived last night, it had turned out she was having contractions. After giving her a dose of drugs to stop the contractions, she was put on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy.
"Amy, you're up, how are you feeling?" Rob asked.
"Crappy" she replied. He looked at her.
"Ames, you'll be fine," he said. Her hand gently caressed her belly. A doctor walked in.
"Mrs. Szatkowski?" she asked, looking up. Amy gasped.
It was Dr. Robyn Halliwell.
"Get out of my room" she said, with tears pouring down her face. She was reliving losing Ireland again.
"Ma'm, I don't believe we've ever met. I'm Dr. Robyn Halliwell," she said. Amy looked at her with the hate prominent in her eyes.
"In August of 2004, you practiced medicine at Raleigh General. You had an attack of your schizophrenia and let my child die." Amy said. "That's not going to happen again"
"How did you know I have schizophrenia?" she asked, in a hushed tone.
"You had a fit in my hospital room. My daughter was strangled by her umbilical cord, because you just watched!" Amy screamed. Rob knew she had to get what had been haunting her for so long off her chest.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't on my meds," she told Amy.
"Off my Meds? That's your excuse? I lost my child because of you! Ireland was my child. You made a Stupid decision and I'm paying for it almost two years later! I want you as far away from me as humanly possible." Amy said.
"That's not possible," she said. Amy turned to Rob.
"Sign me out, A.M.A. This woman is not causing me to lose my children!" Amy exclaimed. Dr. Malone, her normal obstetrician walked in, to find Amy hysterical.
"Amy, you need to calm down. We don't want anything happening to Desiree and Rhiannon," she said. The doctor had taken the time to get to know Amy's case. She had been there throughout her entire pregnancy. If Amy had any doubts, Jennifer Malone would meet her at the hospital to check things out.
"This is the doctor that caused Ireland's death. She's schizophrenic and shouldn't be practicing medicine!" Amy exclaimed.
"Amy, we'll transfer to you to another hospital I work at and I'll speak to the board of directors about her," Dr. Malone told her. Amy sighed. Dr. Malone left with her.
"Amy, I know that you're worried, but you must relax!" Rob insisted. He reached out and set his hand on her belly. He was immediately greeted with a strong kick from what he believed to be Desiree. "That's my girl," he thought.
"Rob, I love you," she sobbed.
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