TIMESKIP
Charlie's pov
A few months had passed, and Annie was now 7 months pregnant with Jamie Marie, Rebecca Lynn, Thomson Wylde and Rocklin Von. After a lot of help from our families, the nursery was ready, complete with an abundance of wipes, clothes, toys and diapers. With parental advice on the side, of course. Lots and lots of advice. I finally felt ready, and at peace, as did Annie. And just in time, too. Her induction was a few short weeks away.
We had settled ourselves in bed, my arms instinctively wrapping themselves around my kids, who responded by kicking against my Annie's stomach. The first few kicks were met with our awe and admiration, as the ones from nights prior, but after a few kicks this night, Annie gasped
"My water broke... Charlie, my water broke! We need to go to the hospital, NOW!"
Not being stupid, I complied. Not only for the babies and their health, but happy wife equals happy life. I notified her doctor and our families, and we all met at the hospital. As we sped towards the OR for a safer delivery, I caught Elliot, my brother-in-law, kiss my sister Sarah's cheek. I don't even know why they try to keep their rekindled flame a secret, it sure is not working.
I don't have much time to ponder on that, because two hours later, all our kids had entered the world. Jamie was our firstborn, then Rebecca, then Thomson, then Rocklin. Ironically, in the same order that we had figured out their names. I never thought I could love someone so much, and then I became a parent. My love for my kids and my wife could not be calculated.
My wife and I were glad we had a lot of siblings, because we figured that would give us experience to raise our own kids. We had this in the bag. We. Were. Wrong.
