Amy sighed as she picked up her knitting needles. She was entering her fifth week in the hospital and going stir crazy.
"Amy, how are you feeling?" Her Aunt Magdalena asked.
"I'm fine, Aunt Maggie," she replied, looking at the monitor.
"Sweetie, your mother was telling me you plan to name your daughters, Desiree and Rhiannon. It is an old family tradition to name the first children biblical names. For instance, my name is Mary Magdalena; my twin brother's name was Zebulon Josiah. Why not name your girls, Sara and Ruth?" Maggie suggested.
"No, I like the names I've chosen. I can't imagine a little girl named Ruth," Amy admitted.
"Ruth is a good wholesome name!" Maggie pointed out. Amy's eyes became wide as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She bit her lip and silently paged the nurse.
"Amy, what can I do for you?" Julia, a plump balding woman asked.
"I think I'm in labor," Amy said. Julia quietly checked the print out on the monitor.
"Let me page Dr. Halliwell," Julia said. Amy ignored her labor pain and looked at her.
"Halliwell? Not Robyn Halliwell?" she asked her.
"I believe it is," Julia said. Amy began to shake and cry. Julia looked surprised at her reaction. \
"Amy, what's wrong?" Rob asked as he walked in, with Jeff.
"She's having contractions. I said that we'd page Dr. Halliwell and she got hysterical," Julia explained. Rob looked at her.
"Robyn Halliwell?" he asked. Julia nodded.
"What's the big deal?" she asked. Jeff looked at her.
"The death of Amy's first child was caused by her. She's schizophrenic. She was transferred here, because the woman was at her last hospital," Jeff explained, patiently.
At that exact moment, Dr. Malone walked in.
"Amy, what's wrong?" she asked.
"They want to send Halliwell again to perform her delivery," Jeff replied.
"WHAT? I GOT HER FIRED AT THE LAST HOSPITAL! SHE IS NOT COMING NEAR MY PATIENTS!" she screamed. Amy wiped her eyes and looked up at her trusted doctor. She had never seen her so angry.
"Get me a sonogram, well, my dear, it looks like your twins are finally making their appearance," Dr. Malone said, finally calming down.
"Amy, think calm thoughts," he told her.
Twenty minutes later… Amy looked at the screen. Dr. Malone was staring at the screen.
"Page the Anesthesiologist, she needs a c-section," Dr. Malone told Julia. "Amy, both of your girls are breech. What that
Means is that while normal fetal presentation is head first, your girls are butt first. We'll do the cesarean, and you'll have your girls here," Dr. Malone explained.
Two hours later… Amy squeezed Rob's hand as they entered the operating room. Neither had ever been more nervous.
"Amy, ok, we are going to make the incision in two minutes. In five minutes, you'll have your babies," Dr. Malone said, with a steady smile.
Five minutes later… Amy gasped as she heard the cry of her newborn daughter. It was literally music to her ears.
"It's a girl!" Dr. Malone said. Amy looked up at Rob, who was trying to hold back the pure tears of joy.
"My Baby girl" he whispered. Amy gasped as she realized something was wrong with the second baby.
"Come on, Darling, please cry," Dr. Malone urged. Amy looked at Rob, who realized the same thing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Baby B let out a deep, husky cry. Amy looked up at Rob.
"Rhiannon Starr doesn't fit her any longer. What about Rhiannon Miracle Starr?" Amy asked.
"Perfect, and instead of Desiree Rose, what about Desiree China Rose? A way to honor the memory of Ireland, by naming her younger sister after a country," Rob said. Amy looked at him.
"Is Rhiannon breathing?" Amy asked, as they stitched her incision.
"Yes, she was a bit tangled in her cord but she's breathing well, you can hold her in a few minutes. Desiree, in fact, Rhiannon will be in NICU for the night, just to monitor her breathing," Dr. Malone told her.
Late the next morning… Rob sighed as he walked over to the NICU. Much to his surprise, Rhiannon wasn't there. This startled him.
"Excuse me, my daughter was delivered here last night. Her doctor placed her in here," Rob told a nurse.
"Rhiannon Szatkowski?" she asked, in response.
"That's her," he said.
"We were just getting ready to move her. Would you like to come in and hold her?" the nurse asked.
"Sure," he said, surprised. She handed him a set of scrubs. He walked in, and was immediately led to a small room on the side.
"Right in there, just tell Jessica you have my permission," the woman said. Rob walked in.
"Jan gave me permission to hold my daughter," Rob said.
"Rhiannon Szatkowski? We just moved her to her mother's room," Jessica told him.
Rob removed his mask as he stormed off to Amy's room. He was tired of going around in circles.
His feelings changed immediately the second he walked in, to find Amy attempting her first twin nursing.
"Come on, Des," she urged. Rob had to smile.
"Hi, Mom," he said. She looked at him.
"Hi, Dad, Rob, aren't they beautiful?" she asked.
"Yes, My Dear." He said.
Amy sighed. She had never been happier.
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Disclaimer: I own no one. They are the property of the WWE
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Well, the last chapter already! There will be a sequel called "For You I will"
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