DISCLAIMER: Still don't own it, but I'd kill just to own Stacy…. Nah just kidding I only own Kathryn, Shoe, Racecar, their parents, and Jackson.
(A/N: I know it's been a while, my grandma's been prepping for a rotary cuff surgery being carried out today so I've been trying to not think about it so I'm trying to add to some of my full stories to get my mind off it.
Since I'm not a doctor nor have I ever had a baby, I don't really know what happens so don't kill me if it ain't right. Peace!)
What If I Said
Chapter 5: Ain't Running On Empty No More
2 Months Later, or 8 mo. Along
I'm being rushed to the hospital in Stacy's car. It's a month earlier than the due date, but I guess that's what happens when your father finds out you're pregnant. And he's the last person in the city to know. "What happened to you, Kitty…" I want to know why Jay is sitting next to me patting my head. "Carson pushed me and I fell. It brought the babies on early and it HURTS. Stacy Peralta, hurry UP!" I'm practically screaming. "Kitty calm down we'll get pulled over if Stace goes any faster." "Shut UP Jay, since when do you care if we fucking get pulled over? If we do I'll scream at the cop that I'm having two goddamn kids over here!" Now I am screaming. We get to the hospital un-pulled over and Stacy is running frantically inside, forgetting that I am sitting in a car having children. Me and Jay follow him with some difficulty. He's at the front desk. "My girlfriend is in labour with twins and they're a month early and they were brought on by a fall." It's 10:00 on August 23. There's hardly anyone in here tonight.
It's not 12:15 in the morning on August 24 and I'm holding twin baby girls with duck-down blonde hair and smoldering charcoal eyes. They're so tiny, only about 5 lbs. each. It's strange. Desiree Miracle was born at exactly 12:00 midnight, on the cusp of astrological signs Leo and Virgo. Isis Destiny followed at 12:04, a full-blooded Virgo girl. The birth certificates name me as the mother and Stacy as the father. This is odd. I'm not sure if I'll ever gain the courage to tell them who their real father is.
Sixteen and I've seen a lot. I'm an official mamacita, as Tony would say. "I guess we should probably get married. What do you think?" Stacy asks, lacing our fingers together. "I reckon we better now that we've got two babies to take care of." And I think we will. My thoughts are interrupted by Jay, Tony, Sid, and Peggy bursting through the door like crazed maniacs. "Hey girl, they're so cute, they look just like you. How did you do it?" Peggy's practically jumping up and down on the end of my bed, and I am thoroughly confused. My hair is blacker than a California midnight, theirs is about as white as a cloud. Only our eyes are the same. "I dunno but it hurt like hell, lemme tell you." I'm kinda tired. Everyone's kinda talking, one after another. "Ay chica, you done good. Jacks was real worried about you yesterday." "Baby Kate, what did you name them? I can't even tell them apart." I think I said this before, Sid is so dumb sometimes. Of course their own mother can tell her kids apart. "Their names are Desiree Miracle and Isis Destiny and they are easier to tell apart than a brown egg and a white egg. Desiree has a birth scar next to her eye and Isis has freckles on her nose. It's really not that hard to tell them apart, Isis is louder and cries more." "How do you feel?" Jay is acting very strange. "Who are you and what have you done with my smart-ass Jayboy? I half expected you to be cracking jokes off the top of your big sarcastic blonde head by now. What's up?" I know he hates it when I tease him. "Nothin'." His fists are jammed into his pockets and now I know something is wrong. "Guys, can I talk to Jay for a second?" I'm determined to find out what his problem is. When a guy who is naturally a sarcastic joker and suddenly he's quiet as a mouse and just about as active, you know there's something going on. Everyone left the room and the nurses took the twins to put on display so everyone could see them.
"Ok, spill. We're alone; no one will be able to make fun of you. You look like someone died." I don't want him to feel bad. I think in a way he's kinda jealous. "You and Stacy are gonna take your kids, get married, and move far away from this shithole and leave me here alone." I have never in all my life seen him this way. I've decided I'm just gonna say what I have to. "Jay Adams, I am your best friend. I tell you everything. I've known you since we were six years old. I'm not going anywhere just because I've had kids and am going to get married. Besides, where the hell would we go? We have no money. What are we going to do, walk 500 miles and stop anywhere, build a house out of mud and live there for the rest of our boring lives? The only place I'm possibly going is an apartment, since I can't exactly go home. So quit being so damn stubborn and be happy I'm not in a freaking girls' home. You're practically a third brother. There's no reason to be jealous of two newborns. I love you like family, you're as close to being an uncle as Shoe and Racecar." It's weird for him; I guess I thought he'd be wired about this. I don't really know what I was thinking. "I don't know why I'm jealous. I guess I wanna protect you from the world or something. Kitty, I'm happy for you." I hug him. "You really need a haircut, Jayboy."
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