"GET IT OUT!! OUT!!!" I screamed.
The doctor continued his work patiently, preparing me for the oncoming delivery of my child…not wait, my children. He thought it fit for me to know that I have to get two of these suckers out of me!! TWO!!! For cryin out loud!
Dally grimaced beside me as I squeezed his hand mercilessly. "Just calm down honey. Just relax. Remember the breathing techniques you learned at those yoga class things?" He asked me in a strained voice.
I glared at him, well as well as I could anyway. "Next time YOU get pregnant, we'll see how well you remember some mumbo-jumbo that a stupid skinny-ass lady tells you while she clinks hand cymbals together!"
He grimaced as another wave of pain fell over me. I squeezed his hand again as I squeezed my eyes shut and muttered a string of curses.
When it stopped I looked up and noticed Dally's face had gone ashen. I guess I was squeezing a little too hard, eh? But his greaser/hoodlum side kept him from yelling out in pain. I'm sure he had felt worse in his life time.
"It's almost time Melanie," The doctor said in a calm voice and I glared at him. He was the only person who had the nerve to call me Melanie. Well maybe my Mom or Dad did when they were really pissed.
"It's almost time," I mocked. "It's been almost time for the last 5 damn hours!"
The doctor winced, but I didn't hear if he retorted as I convulsed in pain again, squeezing Dally's hand again, forgetting the look on his face.
When my pain had some-what subsided, the doctor came close to my face and shined a light into my eyes, then looked at me. "At the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can, alright?"
"Anything to get these damn things out of me!" I replied in a low voice. I had given up calling them him or her in the delivery room.
I heard Dally laugh slightly but paid him no mind. I tried to concentrate as the doctor set himself up between my legs to catch one of the children I was so ready to push out of me.
Then it hit and I pushed as hard as I could, screaming out in utter pain, stopping to catch my breath. The doctor said something about the head being out and to push again when he counted to three. I obliged and shoved with what was left in me.
Now normally I would be done and I would be crying from happiness, but not this time, oh no. There was still one more in there.
Again I had to wait for a contraction and push. This time, things went by faster and I heard the wail of another child, and immediately I found myself forgetting about the pain. My legs fell down onto the bed and my hand slipped from Dally's to take the baby the nurse was offering.
"This is the girl," She said to me with a smile as I tucked the tightly bound child and nestled her into the crook of my arm. Her wails were sweet music to my ears…at the moment, and her tiny red face made me laugh with joy.
"Ma'am, here's the other. It's a boy." The nurse said. "You should be proud. They're both healthy as a horse."
I barely heard her words as the other child was curled into my chest, wailing as well.
I knew they were hungry, and the nurse nodded. I adjusted my gown and I felt their two tiny mouths attach themselves to my breasts. I let out a small yelp and looked up at Dally. He was crying.
"What should we name them?" I asked softly, looking at the two red faces of my children, both of them looking up at me with their large eyes. The boy had blue eyes like Grammy predicted, but the girl's were a beautiful shade of aquamarine.
"I like Lily for the girl," He said, and I looked up at him surprised. Who knew Dally had such a sensitive side. "Lily Rose."
I laughed. "I like it. I didn't know you had a feminine side."
He laughed as well "And I think the boy should be named after his father."
"No…I believe the world can only handle one Dallas, even if he isn't a Dallas Winston,"
"Who says he won't be?"
And that's where I'm leaving it. I guess you guys can figure out what that last sentence means…lol
and sorry for anyone who tried to read this chapter and it wasn't all here...i dunno what happened...