A couple weeks later was the baby shower. I couldn't believe how big I was, and hopefully still growing. I wanted to keep the babies in as long as they would stay in my womb. Most twins came around 36 weeks, so I was lucky to be 35 weeks and counting. I was definitely ready for all of this to be over, though, at the same time. I hadn't left the house much in the last couple weeks. Juan didn't want me on my feet long enough to do any kind of shopping, and since it was summer and school was out, I didn't even have to drive David to school. I was kind of losing my mind, but Brie, Skye and the club and other Old Ladies stopped by often enough to keep me from totally losing it because I was stuck in the house.

For the past couple days, I'd been feeling some cramping on and off, but I wasn't really thinking anything of it. I had read all about Braxton Hicks, or false labor, so I'd mostly attributed it to that. The pains hadn't started coming regularly yet, and they were still a long way apart. My water definitely had not broken, so I wasn't planning on going to the hospital until either that happened, or I started having cramps or pains I could no longer ignore. I didn't even tell Juan specifically about the cramps. He had noticed a few times when I had paused whatever I was doing for a moment until it passed, but I had assured him I was fine.

Even though I was allowed two family members back in the labor and delivery room with me, I was just going to have Juan stay with me. I couldn't make the decision between Brie or Skye, so I didn't, choosing to opt for only my husband. If my mom had still been alive, I might have asked her, but she wasn't, so it was a moot point. Same could be said for Gemma, honestly. I would have asked Crystal once upon a time, but she also wasn't an option anymore. Tara would spend a lot of time coming in and out of the room to check on things, but I didn't ask her to stay the whole time because I knew it would be a lot of wasting time. I only need my husband to keep me company and keep me distracted.

Despite hoping that the babies would stay put at least another week, we already had my overnight bag packed, with the extra phone charger, so we wouldn't have to remember to grab one, books, the outfits we wanted the babies to come home in, my robe, the speakers for my phone so I could have music playing in the room, and other things that we could possibly need. It was in the coat closet right off the entry way. When it was time, we were taking David over to Jax's house on the way to the hospital. Since David and Abel were so close, Jax had said he'd watch him.

Mostly, I was planning on getting an epidural. I was a little nervous about the needle in my back, but the idea of all the pain didn't sound fun to me. I was hoping to get through the birth as quickly and feeling as little pain as possible, but I knew birthing plans don't always go as planned, so I wasn't counting on anything, really. I tried to be flexible, because even when I did plan things, they usually went wrong, so I tended to take things as they go, and didn't completely plan every last detail of everything out. That's why I had an idea of how I wanted things to go, but I didn't get my heart set on anything. If I got the epidural, great. If I didn't, I'd find a way to deal with that, too.

Skye and Brie had planned my baby shower, and were taking care of everything, which I was glad for, because when I woke up, my back was aching. It usually was, these days, as the doctor had already estimated that the babies weighed about five pounds each already, give or take a few ounces, but it was feeling a tad worse than usual, though I didn't plan on mentioning that to Juan, either, since I didn't want him worried about a pain I couldn't really do anything for. I knew he already was worried about the pain I was going to be in giving birth. He hated me being in pain, so I hated letting him know when I was.

My husband had been so amazing during the pregnancy; I still didn't know how I'd gotten so lucky. I had been bitchy at times, weepy at others, one moment completely comfortable, the next I couldn't find a comfortable position no matter how I tried. I'd asked him to go on food runs in the middle of the night, and rub my feet, back, or anywhere he would, and through all of that, he had never complained once. I knew he was as ready for this pregnancy to be over as I was, but he never let me know that, and I loved him so much for that. I only knew because I knew him so well. He was extremely patient with me and my attitudes and all the kinds of crazy that my hormones were making me.

When I woke up that morning, I rolled over and curled into his side. I knew that part of the reason he was so patient when I was moody was because there were just as many perks to me being pregnant as there were downsides. We both enjoyed the increase in my sex drive, and I knew he enjoyed the fact that my boobs had grown so much. I just hoped they didn't stay quite so huge once I was done breastfeeding. I knew they wouldn't shrink back to their original size, but I hoped they at least shrunk a little. I woke him up in our favorite way, and then I had to get in the shower so that I'd be ready when everyone came over.

As I was headed for the shower, I unlocked the front door, so Skye and Brie could come right in. They were due to arrive soon so they could begin setting up. I showered and took my time getting dressed. I had picked out a sea green halter maternity dress, which had blue and lavender flowers on it. I'd seen it when I was at Walmart picking out the paint colors for the nursery and it had matched so well I'd thought it would be perfect for the baby shower. It had a low back and the skirt flowed to mid-thigh. I grabbed a couple socks and my Converse and sat on the bed, but before I tried to bend over to put them on, my husband was kneeling at my feet, putting them on for me.

When he finished, he started to stand, but I wrapped my arms around his neck before he could fully straighten, pulling his lips to mine in a kiss. He deepened it, one hand going for my hair while the other hand rested at the small of my back and I was breathless when I pulled away, noticing that I had laid back on the bed and he had his knees on either side of me, his arms holding his body off of me. I pushed him up, then got to my feet. "Sex fiend. I have a baby shower to get downstairs for. And you guys have things to do," I said, suppressing a sigh.

All the plans Jax and the guys had been making in the past couple months were finally happening. They were meeting with Roarke today, and then Connor after that, although Connor had no idea what was happening. I was worried about my husband, about all the guys, really. I didn't know what was going to happen when Jax killed an Irish king, and I was scared that it wasn't going to be as easy as he expected. I knew it was his revenge for Opie and Gemma, not to mention our clubhouse, but it was hard not to worry about the blowback from this. I hoped he was right and he'd found a solution that would put this whole mess to bed, but I was used to expecting the worse.

Lifting my chin so our eyes could meet, Juan reached up and cupped my face with both hands, staring into my eyes as he did. "Everything is going to be fine, love. We're all going to be okay. I promise. We're going to be okay. I will see you tonight, angel of mine," he said solemnly and I nodded slowly. I took a deep breath and nodded again, trying to convince myself his words were true. "Have a good time, today, please. I'll call you when it's all over. I love you, Krystal," he said, and I repeated the words back to him before he gave me one last kiss, and then left.

Following a few moments later, I went down the stairs as I heard his bike pull away. Skye came over and put a length of ribbon that was tied to make a necklace and had a small plastic pacifier on it-not one a baby would use, but the kind that can be used as party favors at baby showers-for one of the games. There was one for everyone who would be here. "You're not allowed to cross your legs, at all. If you see someone do it, call them on it and you get their pacifier. If they have more than one, you get all of them. Even if you lose yours, you can always get them back by spotting someone else cross their legs. Whoever has the most at the end of the shower gets a prize," she reminded me of the rules, even though I had been the one to suggest this game. I nodded and took my seat in my favorite recliner.

Looking around, I saw the lavender and baby blue decorations. Skye and Brie had decorated for both a baby girl and a baby boy, since that's what we had. They had made favors that said Evelyn Marie Ortiz and others that said Michael Anthony Ortiz. I had helped them pick games, but they had completely planned and decorated everything, and I thanked them both profusely as people started to arrive. We played bingo with baby objects, and Venus won a prize. We played the game where they showed us a tray of objects for a length of time and then the person who could correctly remember the most objects-which happened to be Lyla-won. We also played the baby food game. We all smelled five different baby foods and the person(s)-Brooke and Wendy were the only ones who guessed all five-who correctly guessed the most flavors won.

One of the final prizes went to Tara, who apparently knew me best, aside from Skye and Brie who weren't allowed to play because they had chosen the questions and made sure to get all the correct answers from me, even though they had already known the answers, they had double checked to be sure. The game had been 10 questions about me, and Tara had gotten them all correct, which surprised me. Venus had gotten second place with that one, answering 9 of the questions correctly, and Brooke and Lyla had tied with 8 correct answers, while Wendy had only answered 7 correctly, causing Skye to tease her and tell me that she was bad at remembering things, so I shouldn't be offended.

Honestly, I think all of us needed the distraction. I knew I couldn't be the only Old Lady here worried about our guys, but we all seemed to have a good time anyway. We had cake, and I wasn't completely sure, but I was pretty sure that we'd gotten everything we needed. I was going to have to put everything away sometime this week and check to be sure, though. I ended up winning the final prize, because I never crossed my legs while I sat, so it really hadn't been fair. I was always good at this game, and usually ended up winning. I had a total of 6 of the pacifiers, with Brooke and Brie being the only ones who hadn't lost theirs.

Despite the fact that we all enjoyed ourselves, I knew we were all waiting on word from our men, and I wished one of us would just get a call already. I had been increasingly uncomfortable all day, my back aching and cramping, and I just wanted my husband to come home so I could crawl into bed with him and sleep. I was just walking to the bathroom when I noticed a liquid spill down my legs. "Shit," I said, catching the attention of the other women. I was about to tell them what happened when my phone started ringing, the ringtone I had specifically for Juan. "Hey, Ace. You've got impeccable timing. Can you meet me at the hospital? We're about to have two babies," I informed him.

A/N: I am SOOOO sorry. I've had a lot going on this month. My real life Brie and Skye and I have had a falling out and that has seriously gotten me into a writer's block. I haven't been able to write since. And I've been kind of homeless since, and my work schedule has been thrown off. My daughter started school. There's just been a lot of shit going on. I really apologize for the delay. I have this part finished and have for a while so I should have continued posting. I think I'm going to finish up posting this part. (There are two more chapters and an epilogue.) I'll post a chapter a week. I'm going to take a break after that, though, before I start posting part 5. I'll probably start posting again when I can get writing again. This part does wrap up quite nicely though, so I might not post a part 5, unless y'all are really interested in it. Then I will start posting again when I can get over this writers block. It's just hard for me. When things aren't right with my real life Brie and Skye, it kinda skewers everything for me. I might just have to get over it, though, because I don't know if we'll be able to get past this. Anyway, y'all don't wanna hear about my drama. I hope there are still people reading. Again, I am sooooo sorry for the delay.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.