A/N Hi I have finished this story and will be updating very quickly this will become a series of stories so far I have for stories planned. Also I added and fixed some chapters nothing to important but you might like to read it.
Everyone rushed around. Getting settled into cars and making sure Sam was okay. By the time they reached the hospital the contractions were two minutes apart. Soon after he got there his water broke. They brought him to a room and Artie went with him. The rest of the club was in the waiting room.
Sam got dressed in one of the hospital gowns and Artie placed his chair next to his bed. He took Sam's hand and kissed his knuckles. "Are you ready for this babe?" Sam looked at him tears of both joy and pain in his eyes. "I-I'm scared babe. What if one of the babies doesn't make it? What if we can't do it? What if we're not ready? What if we fail?" Artie kissed Sam's knuckles. "Babe, our children will be perfect. Our love for them and each other can get us through anything. I love you sooooooo much and that is all we need." Sam smiled and kissed Artie's hand.
The New Directions were pretty much crazy in this waiting room. It was almost as bad as when Quinn was in labor but worse because Sam was a dude and anything could happen. They watched as Sam came through the doors and Artie wheeled towards them. They all looked at him with pleading questioning eyes. "Sam was just prepped for surgery. He is having a C-section since he's a man and ya know doesn't have a vagina.
Artie was carried into the operating room by a nurse since his chair wasn't able to be sanitized. They sat him in a sanitary chair next to Sam where he took his lovers hand. Sam turned his head towards Artie a loopy smile on his face. Artie kissed him. It was tender and beautiful. They sat anxious as the doctor started the procedure.
The club sat in the waiting room anxious. No one had any idea what to expect. Rachel started humming a tune and then suddenly a maternity ward waiting room had become a choir room.
"Baby number one is a little girl!" the two men smiled and kissed as the nurses cleaned off the tiny baby girl. "Baby number two is a boy!" they smiled and kissed once more. "And last but not least baby number three is a little girl." The two boys kissed passionately as the doctor sewed up Sam and cleaned up the babies. The nurses handed over the babies explaining who was born in what order.
Natalie Erin Evans-Abrams was born at seven pounds four ounces; twenty two inches
Jackson Peter Evans-Abrams was born at eight pounds six ounces; twenty inches
Sarah May Evans-Abrams was born at four pounds two ounces; sixteen inches