"Th- that's not funny," Eric said shakily. Taylor's eyes were wide
and began to fill with tears.
"Eric, I'm not kidding," she said as she shut her eyes as a small contraction hit her. Eric was frozen. He had no idea what to do. His mind was all over the place until Taylor let out a small whimper. He was at her side in a flash and clutched her hand.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he said as he kissed her forehead. He felt her squeeze his hand hard as another hit her.
"What are we going to do?" she asked when it had passed. She was beginning to shake slightly and Eric's fear grew.
"I think we need to move you out of these wet blankets and keep you warm." Carefully he helped her move down to the floor and leaned the pillows against the couch for her to lie back on. Eric left briefly and gathered a few things he thought they may need- a first aid kit, blankets for her, and some smaller ones if they were needed.
"Eric!" Taylor screamed from the living room. He ran down the stairs with his supplies and was at her side. "I can feel it- ah- it's coming fast," she said breathing hard. Eric lifted the blanket up and saw that Taylor had taken off her pants and underwear.
"I- I see it," he said looking back to her. He looked again and thought he would pass out. A small stream of blood was beginning to come out.
"Oh god this hurts!" she said as she shut her eyes tight. Eric pushed his fear aside and sat behind her- rubbing her back lovingly.
"It's okay Taylor. We're going to be okay." He went to get up, but she hauled him back to her.
"Don't leave me," she pleaded. The contractions were coming faster and faster. "I'm so scared," she said as she clutched his shirt. Eric held her to him and felt her hot tears running over his shirt. It was going to be a long night.
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Five hours past and Taylor seemed to be at ease. The contractions were still coming, but they had slowed for some reason. She drifted in and out of sleep, and Eric was there for every moment. He had only left her once to try and see if their phones were working- both his cell phone and their house phone were dead.
He went to the windows and looked out. The snow was up to the middle door of his SUV and the snow just kept falling. It had slowed a little, but was still falling steadily. He looked back to his sleeping wife and saw the light from the candles and fire playing off her strong features.
A soft moan was heard coming from her lips and he walked back over to her and brushed away a few pieces of sweat soaked hair from her brow. Her eyes opened then and she smiled. "After this is all over- you're never to touch me again," she said. Eric smiled and saw her eyes go wide as the strongest contraction yet came upon her.
He sat behind her and rubbed her hand as she tightened her grip around his. She let out a few choice obscenities as she felt the worst pain of her life. "It's coming Eric," she said. Eric tried to keep a brave face as he carefully settled her back onto the pillows and sat on his knees in front of her.
He never thought he would have to deliver his own children. The mere thought of it made him feel faint, but he had to do this for his wife and children.
Taylor felt like she was being ripped in two. This was NOT how she had pictured the situation. Instead of a well lit hospital room with a doctor on hand, she was sitting on the floor of her living room, with no power, and her husband trying to calm her and possibly deliver his children.
Eric looked down at her and instantly paled. He had heard what childbirth was like, but this wasn't what he expected. "Eric? Wh-what's wrong? What can you see?" Taylor asked nervously. Eric took her hands in his.
"I think you need to push," he said looking into her eyes. Taylor nodded and felt another contraction coming. She bore down on his hands and pushed as hard as she could. Eric had to release her hands as he placed them down to where he saw a small head beginning to come out. He then looked back up at Taylor who only took in a deep breath and pushed again.
The head was out...then shoulders...then a tiny little body landed in Eric's arms, wailing. He quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the baby clean and wrapped it in one of the small blankets. He looked at Taylor and saw that she was crying. He didn't realize it, but he was as well.
"A girl," he said softly as he handed her to her mother. Taylor looked at her daughter and felt Eric kiss her forehead. She looked up at him and they met for a soft kiss.
"Eric, you're crying," she said as they pulled away. He only smiled at her and kissed her again.
"I love you," he said in her ear. Taylor smiled until she felt a small contraction hit her. He saw the look in her eyes and knew the other baby was coming. Carefully he took his daughter from Taylor and laid her on the couch. He grabbed a large blanket and created a type of barrier around her.
"Eric!" Taylor cried. He was back to her and saw her breathing had become ragged. "Something's wrong...I can feel it," she said. Her entire body was covered in sweat and her skin was sickly pale.
He looked down and saw that something was defiantly wrong. Blood poured out of her- much more than he had seen with his daughter a few minutes ago. Taylor pushed, but only more blood came through onto the comforter she laid on. Taylor's entire body was weak. She could barely lift her head as a feeling of dizziness came over her.
"I...need to push," she got out. Eric was shaking as he grabbed her hands again. He wasn't going to lose her or the baby. He pulled her to a sitting position and felt her bear down on him again. He looked down and saw the head beginning to emerge. Letting go of one of Taylor's hands, he reached down and felt the shoulders come out.
"One more," he said to her. Taylor sat up and pushed with all she had. Eric put his hands down and grabbed the baby in a towel. Taylor fell back onto the pillows and let her eyes drift shut. Eric cleaned the baby up and wrapped it in another small blanket as it began to whimper slightly. "Taylor...we have another girl," he said as he looked up to her. "Taylor," he said again. She didn't move. The blood had stopped coming out, but her complexion was still white.
He went and sat next to her and felt for a pulse. It was there, but very weak. He placed his daughter with her sister on the couch and covered them with a warm blanket. Taylor let out a soft moaning sound and he placed an arm around her back and held her to him. "Taylor? Taylor, please open your eyes." Her skin was frozen to his touch, and he could barely feel her breath on his neck.
"No...Taylor, baby, please...portila prego indietro... che dovete ritornare prego a me... a noi..." (A/N: that would be Italian for: 'Please bring her back...you have to come back to me...to us...') Eric was surprised at what he had said. His mother was from Italy, and he had spoken it fluently most of his life. After she passed away, he never uttered it again...until now.
He looked at her and then at himself- his hands were stained in blood...her blood. He had to clean himself and his girls up before anything else happened. He picked Taylor up in his arms and set her down on their large easy chair and kissed her icy forehead. He took the last of the large blankets and draped it over her before going to look at his daughters.
They were sleeping soundly curled up together in the warmth of the bed he had made for them. Both had small mounds of dark hair on their heads, and appeared identical. He bent down and kissed their heads lightly. "Everything's going to be alright...I promise," he said trying to convince himself more than them.
"Eric, I'm not kidding," she said as she shut her eyes as a small contraction hit her. Eric was frozen. He had no idea what to do. His mind was all over the place until Taylor let out a small whimper. He was at her side in a flash and clutched her hand.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he said as he kissed her forehead. He felt her squeeze his hand hard as another hit her.
"What are we going to do?" she asked when it had passed. She was beginning to shake slightly and Eric's fear grew.
"I think we need to move you out of these wet blankets and keep you warm." Carefully he helped her move down to the floor and leaned the pillows against the couch for her to lie back on. Eric left briefly and gathered a few things he thought they may need- a first aid kit, blankets for her, and some smaller ones if they were needed.
"Eric!" Taylor screamed from the living room. He ran down the stairs with his supplies and was at her side. "I can feel it- ah- it's coming fast," she said breathing hard. Eric lifted the blanket up and saw that Taylor had taken off her pants and underwear.
"I- I see it," he said looking back to her. He looked again and thought he would pass out. A small stream of blood was beginning to come out.
"Oh god this hurts!" she said as she shut her eyes tight. Eric pushed his fear aside and sat behind her- rubbing her back lovingly.
"It's okay Taylor. We're going to be okay." He went to get up, but she hauled him back to her.
"Don't leave me," she pleaded. The contractions were coming faster and faster. "I'm so scared," she said as she clutched his shirt. Eric held her to him and felt her hot tears running over his shirt. It was going to be a long night.
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Five hours past and Taylor seemed to be at ease. The contractions were still coming, but they had slowed for some reason. She drifted in and out of sleep, and Eric was there for every moment. He had only left her once to try and see if their phones were working- both his cell phone and their house phone were dead.
He went to the windows and looked out. The snow was up to the middle door of his SUV and the snow just kept falling. It had slowed a little, but was still falling steadily. He looked back to his sleeping wife and saw the light from the candles and fire playing off her strong features.
A soft moan was heard coming from her lips and he walked back over to her and brushed away a few pieces of sweat soaked hair from her brow. Her eyes opened then and she smiled. "After this is all over- you're never to touch me again," she said. Eric smiled and saw her eyes go wide as the strongest contraction yet came upon her.
He sat behind her and rubbed her hand as she tightened her grip around his. She let out a few choice obscenities as she felt the worst pain of her life. "It's coming Eric," she said. Eric tried to keep a brave face as he carefully settled her back onto the pillows and sat on his knees in front of her.
He never thought he would have to deliver his own children. The mere thought of it made him feel faint, but he had to do this for his wife and children.
Taylor felt like she was being ripped in two. This was NOT how she had pictured the situation. Instead of a well lit hospital room with a doctor on hand, she was sitting on the floor of her living room, with no power, and her husband trying to calm her and possibly deliver his children.
Eric looked down at her and instantly paled. He had heard what childbirth was like, but this wasn't what he expected. "Eric? Wh-what's wrong? What can you see?" Taylor asked nervously. Eric took her hands in his.
"I think you need to push," he said looking into her eyes. Taylor nodded and felt another contraction coming. She bore down on his hands and pushed as hard as she could. Eric had to release her hands as he placed them down to where he saw a small head beginning to come out. He then looked back up at Taylor who only took in a deep breath and pushed again.
The head was out...then shoulders...then a tiny little body landed in Eric's arms, wailing. He quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the baby clean and wrapped it in one of the small blankets. He looked at Taylor and saw that she was crying. He didn't realize it, but he was as well.
"A girl," he said softly as he handed her to her mother. Taylor looked at her daughter and felt Eric kiss her forehead. She looked up at him and they met for a soft kiss.
"Eric, you're crying," she said as they pulled away. He only smiled at her and kissed her again.
"I love you," he said in her ear. Taylor smiled until she felt a small contraction hit her. He saw the look in her eyes and knew the other baby was coming. Carefully he took his daughter from Taylor and laid her on the couch. He grabbed a large blanket and created a type of barrier around her.
"Eric!" Taylor cried. He was back to her and saw her breathing had become ragged. "Something's wrong...I can feel it," she said. Her entire body was covered in sweat and her skin was sickly pale.
He looked down and saw that something was defiantly wrong. Blood poured out of her- much more than he had seen with his daughter a few minutes ago. Taylor pushed, but only more blood came through onto the comforter she laid on. Taylor's entire body was weak. She could barely lift her head as a feeling of dizziness came over her.
"I...need to push," she got out. Eric was shaking as he grabbed her hands again. He wasn't going to lose her or the baby. He pulled her to a sitting position and felt her bear down on him again. He looked down and saw the head beginning to emerge. Letting go of one of Taylor's hands, he reached down and felt the shoulders come out.
"One more," he said to her. Taylor sat up and pushed with all she had. Eric put his hands down and grabbed the baby in a towel. Taylor fell back onto the pillows and let her eyes drift shut. Eric cleaned the baby up and wrapped it in another small blanket as it began to whimper slightly. "Taylor...we have another girl," he said as he looked up to her. "Taylor," he said again. She didn't move. The blood had stopped coming out, but her complexion was still white.
He went and sat next to her and felt for a pulse. It was there, but very weak. He placed his daughter with her sister on the couch and covered them with a warm blanket. Taylor let out a soft moaning sound and he placed an arm around her back and held her to him. "Taylor? Taylor, please open your eyes." Her skin was frozen to his touch, and he could barely feel her breath on his neck.
"No...Taylor, baby, please...portila prego indietro... che dovete ritornare prego a me... a noi..." (A/N: that would be Italian for: 'Please bring her back...you have to come back to me...to us...') Eric was surprised at what he had said. His mother was from Italy, and he had spoken it fluently most of his life. After she passed away, he never uttered it again...until now.
He looked at her and then at himself- his hands were stained in blood...her blood. He had to clean himself and his girls up before anything else happened. He picked Taylor up in his arms and set her down on their large easy chair and kissed her icy forehead. He took the last of the large blankets and draped it over her before going to look at his daughters.
They were sleeping soundly curled up together in the warmth of the bed he had made for them. Both had small mounds of dark hair on their heads, and appeared identical. He bent down and kissed their heads lightly. "Everything's going to be alright...I promise," he said trying to convince himself more than them.