HAPPY 4TH OF JULY, AMERICA AND EVERYONE! HOPE YOU ARE HAVING AN GOOD HOT DOG AND WATCHING THE FIREWORKS TONIGHT...I'll be in the City trying to beat that little Japanese guy in the hot dog eating contest. Wish me luck! Enjoy the story!
Chapter 11
Next morning
Tommy came into the bedroom to get some clothes and shower. He passed the bed and found Kimberly with the covers barely at her waist as she slept. Her hand on her belly, coming out one of his t-shirts. Tommy smiled and pulled the covers up to her chest and kissed her softly on the lips. Kimberly pouted in her dreams. Tommy kissed her again. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, can we talk?" Tommy whispered.
"What time is it?"
"Only 7." Kimberly looked over at her mother. She sat up and nodded. Tommy helped her get up. They went outside. "Look, I don't want you to leave."
"Your parents are making me stay with them when I get back. So, it's okay. I won't be alone. You don't have to worry, they have made all the arrangements for me to stay."
"I don't care about that! I want you to stay at least a little while, Beautiful. I promise, we'll go together."
"NO! I want to go home! I am tired! I have a job to do! You can stay and do your job without me!"
"My job is to always be at my wife's side!"
"I will be fine, okay. I don't need you."
"I need you!"
"I said it's fine! I want you to stay! I am fine with all of this, Tommy."
"But I won't be!"
"Oh, stop being so damn stubborn!"
"I only took this job because it was granted we would be together. I only agreed to come because you said you would be with me. If you leave, I won't...I can't stay!"
"Why? This is your job, your big opportunity! I don't want to ruin that!"
"You won't! But I won't stay here without you. When you go, I go, it's simple." Kim sighed.
"How much longer do you think it will take?" Kimberly asked.
"A few weeks, a month at the most," Tommy said.
"And if not?"
"I don't…know. We'll leave."
"That leaves us in my final trimester. Doctor Mara wouldn't like this, but...okay. One month that is all!"
"Thank you!" They hugged and kissed.
August came with many more delays, and Kimberly was no longer patience with Tommy. Kimberly was at 29 weeks, a good 7 months pregnant, feeling like she is ready to pop anyday with a belly swelled. The twins kicking up a storm and Tommy's indecision to plan the trip home. Kimberly hormones were making her snap every 5 seconds when he was around. She had the feeling of raked nails on a chalkboard everytime he spoke. She just wanted to throw something at him and shut him up. And Tommy. He was the gracious husband and just bore down, taking it all, knowing her displeasure was his fault. He just wished she would try and understand, but in her state that was impossible.
"I want to have my babies home in America Tommy!"
"And you will!"
"Notat this rate!"
"We have plenty of time. You are not due until mid-October!"
"That is not the point here!"
"We have time, Kimberly!"
"You said a month at the most. It's been a month!"
"I just need another week, 2 weeks at best."
"I want to go home now!"
"One week, that's all I am asking for. Please."
"I want to go home.So, either you call for plane tickets or I will. Either way, I'm leaving tomorrow." Kimberly held the phone up to him. Tommy looked at the phone. He knew he had a decision to make, and neither seemed fair. Kimberly looked him in the eyes. She let out a frustrated sigh as she turned to dial the number.
Tommy sat beside Kimberly rubbing her back as the plane had just taken off. The sun wasn't even up yet and she was in pain, he could tell it, but instead of pushing him away, she clung it him, which scared him more.
Just yesterday, his hand stopped her hand as she reached to dial the number for the airpot. He had tried asking, he had tried begging, but her wants and needs out-numbered his wants and needs. Tommy took the phone and hung it up. Kimberly was pulled to his chest as he hugged her tight.
"I'm sorry."
"We can leave now?"
"Yes. And you won't hate me?" Tommy held her face.
"I could never hate you."
"But I'm being unreasonable and..."
"You are pregnant. You are allowed to be whatever you want, because you are having our babies. This is your body, and my job is to make sure you are happy. If being here doesn't do that, then we must leave." Tommy hugged her again. "I love you too much to make you unhappy any longer. We will leave tomorrow."
"Thank you." Tommy kissed her and picked up the phone.
"Operator, I need the number for the airport. We're heading home."
The plane ride home wasn't a pleasant one at the least. Take-off was rough. Tommy had never seen her so angry before, until now. Though hhe agreed for them to head home the next day, there was Dr. Mercer's last plea that had him thinking twice, which angered Kimberly serverly. She was ready to fly home alone whether or not he was ready. She was ready to leave him, which would have beenthe biggest mistake inTommy's life, if he let her go alone. Then the unthinkable occurred mid-flight.
"It's okay, Beautiful. Just breath." Kimberly stared ahead, her hand at her side, as she breathed hard. Kimberly felt as though her water broke at 30 thousand feet. With no doctor on board, surprisingly, the pilot, thought about turning around, but Tommy and the stewardess was able to get her breathing under control. Kimberly wasn't in labor yet. It was just Braxton-Hicks, but to Kimberly they felt like the real thing.
"I told you we needed to fucking go home before! I shouldn't be flying in the 3rd trimester."
"That is true. Why in the world would you wait this late to fly home?" The stewardress asked.
"Fuck! Ask him!" Kimberly looked at Tommy. He held up some water for her.
"We can't help that now, okay. Just breath with me, Beautiful."
"I don't...I don't want to have my babies at 30 thousand feet, Tommy!"
"I know, I know. It was just Braxton-Hick contractions, nothing more. Some women don't even feel them."
"No vagina, so shut the hell up."
"Sorry." Kimberly took another deep breath. "Good girl. You feel any more?"
"Not in the last 5 minutes."
"Good, they stopped. You can lay down now."
"I don't want to fucking lie down now!"
"Fine." Tommy rubbed her back and stomach. "Just deep breaths with me and everything will be fine."
After 2 hours, Kimberly was finally laying down across Tommy's lap. She had a blanket around her. They took up the front row to themselves. Tommy rubbed her head and back. After just a few moments she laid down, Kimberly was asleep and slept through basicallyuntil the plane was landing. Tommy was extremely thankful for that. She only woke a few times to pee and eat, but was able to sleep comfortably during the long flight. They waited until all passengers were off the plane, before Tommy got up.
Tommy's parents met them at the gate. Tommy carried a sleeping Kimberly down the runway.
"Has it happened again!"
"No, the false labor stopped. She's sleeping now."
"She shouldn't have been on that flight! She should have been home a month ago!"
"Shhh!" Mr. Oliver took the bags from the stewardress that carried it for the couple. "Mom, please!"
"We should go to the hospital immediately and.."
"We already have an appointment in the morning with Dr. Mara. She told us not to worry, but if it happens again to come straight in. She doesn't believe anything is wrong or else she would have insisted we come tonight."
"Well, that is good. You can do something good for a change."
"Wow, thanks Mom. I really need to hear that now."
"Jane, dear, come one. They just got off a long flight. Let's get their things and take them home."
"I don't care, Jonathan. He can be so irresponsible, making her stay with him."
"Honey."
"He damn well knew she wanted to go home. He is so selfish at times! He gets that from your side."
"Right." They went to get the luggage.
"She is pregnant, she needs to be taken care of and always happy."
"And he will and has been making sure of that," Mr. Oliver said trying to calm his wife down. "Don't stress him out more. He doesn't need that, they don't need that."
"Fine," Mrs. Oliver huffed.
Kimberly slept in bed, as Tommy stayed awake, watching his wife and sons. Kim shifted in her sleep, she pouting and scratching her stomach.She moaned and woke up.
"Honey, why are you sitting up awake?" She touched his hands.
"Just thinking and watching."
"Why? Come to bed."
"I'm fine. You sleep."
"Well, I can't sleep with you there. Come, please, baby. Hold me." Tommy got into bed under the covers. She laid to his chest.
"I love you."
"I know, Tommy. I love you too. And you're not selfish. I decided to stay with you. If I really wanted to go home, I could have earlier with my mother, remember. I chose to stay with you because I love you. What happened, happened, nothing more. Everything will be fine now that we are home."
"What if something is wrong with the babies because I..."
"I haven't had any pain or Braxton-Hicks in many, many hours. I am fine. Besides, Dr. Mara doesn't think anything is wrong or else she would have insisted I went to see her as soon as we arrived, okay. I am fine, our baby boys are fine now, I can feel that. Trust me, okay." She kissed him. "I love you."
Doctor Mara had Kimberly on a table, while she was examining her with the ultrasound and other test.
"Well, you are perfectly fine. No breaks in the sac, I see no problems in carrying these boys to term."
"You see, Tommy. I told you everything will be fine." Tommy smiled as he kissed her forehead.
"Baby boy Oliver 1 is sideways though, hopefully in the next month, baby 2 will force him to move down and they will start to phase downwards together. There is little room in there for the little ones, but once they hit down near your pelvis, you can breathe again better."
"Thank god," Kimberly said touching her stomach. "I feel like I am carrying sacks of potatoes." Tommy laughed with the doctor and nurse.
"You are still set on a mid-October delivery, maybe earlier too, which is expected with twins. They tend to come either before the due date, or whenever they frankly chose to as most babies do." Kimberly and Tommy laughed. "You need to be on a bit more bed rest okay."
"Okay."
"Great examine, everything I expect to see is fine."
"Yay!" Kimberly clapped. "See Tommy. I told you." They kissed. "Thank you, Chris."
"I am still not happy you flew so late, Kimberly. I warned you."
"We know. I'm sorry."
"No more surprises like that."
"We swear," Tommy said.
"Good. I want you to resting up for a few days after the long flight. No walking around for a while, okay. I want you off those feet as much as you can."
"Deal. I can work from home for a week."
"Good. I'll set up for another and probably the last appointment for next month and then it's labor."
"Okay. Goodie, can't wait."
"Yeah right," Tommy said.
"Oh, I'll be a good girl during labor. I will be great, no crying or screaming."
"We will see," Dr. Mara said standing up. "We will see."
October now. Kimberly in her final weeks of pregnancy. She was snappy, almost every time Tommy was around her. The boys sitting too uncomfortably in her belly, still not phased down to where she was comfortable. She hardly slept with the discomfort of the babies. She just laid in bed like a vegetable, clicking the channels for anything amusing to take her mind off being pregnant. Tommy came back from his work. Dr. Mercer had set him up witha job, as Tommy also worked part-time on a teaching degree, though that was put on the back burner with the babies due soon. Kimberly was moping the kitchen.
"Honey, what are you doing cleaning!"
"It won't get done if left up to you!" Tommy put his briefcase down.
"I'm sorry. I have been slacking on my jobs around the house." He rubbed her shoulders after taking the mop from her. He kissed her neck.
"You have yet to finish putting up the boy's wallpaper panel, putting together the cribs and changing table…and there is the hamper, dresser, pick up the rocking chair and…."
"I'm sorry." Kimberly had the box to the crib out, she was going to work on it alone tonight.
"Why are you home early?" Kimberly asked.
"I wanted to get some things done here today." Dr. Mercer was trying to attract Tommy to start working at his island base with him. Tommy told him no, since Kimberly was about to have the boys, which he understood. Tommy agreed maybe a few months after the birth and things had settled down, maybe he would rethink that idea. "How are you feeling?"
"Pregnant."
"Just 1 week to go, Beautiful."
At Kim's baby shower a few days back, all her best girlfriends gave them millions of gifts to fill the baby nursery. Together they did the room panel for the wallpaper andTommy picked upthe rocking chair finally. Kimberly went on to bed as Tommy did the rest. She woke up around 5 AM and found the bed bare. Kimberly slowly walked downstairs to heard a groan and something being dropped. The light was on in the baby room. Kimberly smiled as she stood in the doorway. Tommy was on the ground with millions of pieces to the baby crib on the ground. He had 2 cribs to put together after fixing the changing table and doing the dresser and mobiles. He was taking things one at a time, but slowly to make sure he did it right.One crib will belong upstairs and one for downstairs. Kimberly laughed as Tommy tossed the instruction papers aside. Tommy looked up.
"Up late, don't cha think?"
"I will have this done by sunrise," Tommy said with confidence.
"I wouldn't bet that."
"I will!" Kimberly shook her head and went to his side.
"Why haven't you come to bed?" Kimberly asked.
"Too much to do, Beautiful. Hand me that piece." She did. "It's like all of this is in Russian. Do you see this piece?" Kimberly looked around. She picked it up. "Go back to bed."
"No, I want to help." Her arms went around him as he worked and put the 2 things together. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Being here. Doing all of this."
"Of course. Why wouldn't I do everything in my power to make the most wonderful pregnant wife as happy as I can make her." They kissed.
"This does look Russian, where is this piece?"
"I don't know!" Tommy looked around.
"I think you mean sunset, if we are to do this."
"No! Sunrise, wait, there, put this like that. Good." Kimberly laughed. "Making progress, we got a side." They kissed again.
October 16th, Kimberly sat on the couch with Tommy. His arm around her shoulders, his leg shaking. Today was the day. Though no signs yesterday or this morning showed she would be going into labor anytime soon. Tommy changed the channel from sports to find a movie to relax to. Kimberly watched his leg move up and down quickly again. She groaned.
"What? What's wrong? Is it the babies! Is it a contraction!"
"Ahhh! It's nothing! Not a damn thing! That's the problem!" Tommy took a deep breath.
"They will come when they want, Beautiful." Tommy put his hand on her belly.
"Fine!" She stared at the tv. Tommy's leg shook. Kimberly grabbed his knee. "Stop that!"
"Sorry." Tommy changed the channel again. Kimberly let go of his leg and breathed out a long breath as she held her stomach. She did that several times before closing her eyes. The couch was shaking again. Tommy's legs moved again.
"Quit!"
"Huh?" Tommy's leg kept moving.
"Quit that!" Kimberly grabbed his leg again. Tommy looked down at her hand.
"Sorry." The leg as if on it's own wanted to move.
"Don't."
"Sorry. Want a drink or something to eat? Maybe want to clean..."
"No."
"Okay." Tommy got up off the couch. He opened the fridge but didn't find anything he wanted. He started pacing around.
"Either sit the fuck down or go for a walk! All that damn pacing is not helping." Tommy stood frozen.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, so sorry. I don't mean to upset you or..."
"I know, I know." She patted the couch for him to come back. Tommy sat beside him. Kimberly pulled his arm around her. "I'm sorry too. I love you."
"I love you too," Tommy said putting his hand on her stomach. "They will come soon." They kissed. The rest of the day went by fast. They turned into bed pretty early.
Tommy woke up at 3am. He found Kimberly sitting up, staring of.
"Baby! What's wrong?"
"Nothing...just waiting."
"Get some sleep, Beautiful."
"I don't want to bloody sleep! I want my babies! I want our sons, get them out of me!" Tommy sat up and hugged her. She laid to his chest. "Why won't they come?"
"Dr. Mara told us to be patience."
"Oh, what does she know? She has no children!" Tommy smiled. Kimberly rubbed his chest.
"I want our boys as well. I want Harry and Larryto come out..."
"We are not naming them, Harry and Larry!" Kimberly yelled.
"Oh, come on. Those names are good!"
"No. Rupert and Jaret. Oh, Derek and Eric!"
"No. Sleep," Tommy said.
"How about Courtney?"
"That's a girl's name!"
"Courtney can be a boy's name, like Ashley and Angel."
"No son of mine will have a girl's name. Now, come and sleep."
"Will our boys ever get named?" She lifted her head so that her chin was on his chest.
"I promise, we will have perfect names for our karate boys."
"Gymnast boys. Like Paul and Morgan, those Hamm brother. Twins too you know."
"Beautiful, go to sleep." She smiled and laid her head back down.
"I love those boys. So athletic, strong and quite cute."
"Sleep." She sighed.
"I love you Tommy."
"I love you too."
8 days later
Kimberly and her mother were arguing when Tommy got home.
"Hey, what's going on!"
"Tell her I will not be having a C-section!"
"Mom, please. I have already tried!"
"Try harder! A C-section can end this."
"Dr. Mara says that is a final option. A last resort! I am fine!" Kimberly yelled.
"Don't you want your babies home? You can have them tomorrow."
"I want them, so bad! But I won't have a C-section. If something happens to our babies I couldn't..." Tommy hugged Kimberly as she sat down. Tommy had brought some lunch for thembefore going back to work.
Tommy returned home to find Kimberly upstairs with her mother. They were talking, Kimberly was crying.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"I don't know. Sometimes, I think... I feel like this is all my fault. That these babies don't want to be born."
"Why would you think that?" Kim's mother asked.
"They know, they feel how scared I am. I bet they know I'll be a bad mother."
"Oh, no, no, baby! You will be the best mother. Don't say that."
"I don't know anything about raising twins! What if I mess up!" Kimberly cried.
"You won't!"
"Then why hadn't they come yet!" Tommy stood in the doorway.
"You know you were late too."
"Just 2 days, Mom. I don't think this counts." Kimberly took another round of tissues to wipe her face. Tommy came into the room.
"You know what I think." Kimberly looked over at Tommy. He made her sit at the foot of the bed. His hands went to her stomach. "I think you made such a wonderful home for our baby boys, they just don't want to leave you. They don't want to let go of you."
"Oh, look at you. Making up crap to make me feel better." She slapped his face kindly. Tommy smiled with her.
"Beautiful, they will come when they want. They have your stubbornness remember," Tommy said before kissing her on the lips
"My..." Kim was cut off by his kisses. "Not me! You are the one that is so stubborn in this relationship! I was wondering when you would come home. Mom thinks she scared you off."
"Me?" Kimberly laughed. "No, daughter, I believe that was you that scared him off," Mrs. Dumas said. Kimberly laughed. Tommy sat on the bed and hugged her. Kimberly wrapped her arms around his waist as well.
"You couldn't scare me away."
"Yeah right." Tommy laughed.
"Don't try." They kissed.
Will the babies come next and end the misery for Kimberly? Tune in...a long, LONG labor is near...reviews always welcomed!
until next time
babyeee :P
