Chapter 4
Dean
I remember being a lot more freaked out last time compared to the calm that was coming over me this time. Of course, Lib's birth was an emergency. They didn't even let me be in the OR with Grace. It was really rough.
This time, though…Grace was delivering our twins on schedule and on her own. I gripped her hand and pulled her forward and was in awe of my wife as she delivered our second child.
It felt like time was slowing down, watching the doctors lift the baby to show us. Grace gasped for breath and leaned back into the pillows and continued to grip my hand, breaking bones, I'm sure, but I didn't care. There she was: my second daughter.
Glancing at Grace, we smiled at each other as the doctors cut her umbilical cord and whisked her away to clean her up. Before I knew it, she was already pulling me forward again, dragging my hand with her as a contraction forced her into pushing. "One more time, gorgeous," I whispered as I leaned forward with her. "One more."
Only having eyes for Grace, I stared at her, counting to ten as she pushed. She took another breath and we started the process again, leaning forward and counting. I reassured her and gripped her hand with both of mine. "Push, Gracie." She nodded and was leaning forward and shattering the calm of the delivery room, a piercing wail joined us in the room. Throwing herself back onto the pillows again, Grace was gasping for air as she stared at the second newest member of the Winchester family: our son.
The nurse that held our daughter walked towards Grace and laid her on her chest as our son was cleaned up and brought to her as well. My wife struggled to catch her breath as I watched, completely enamored with my children. There were two, and they were perfect.
Over an hour had passed before I strode out into the waiting room and grinned at Sammy and Serra. "I have three kids," I said, happy tears brimming in my eyes.
Serra was on her feet, hugging me, and Sam clapped me on the back. Letting go, Serra pushed her way past me and headed into Grace's room to see her and the babies.
We followed her into the room and talked in hushed tones as we introduced Sam and Serra to their new niece and nephew. Serra glanced back at me and grinned, pushing me with her hand. "Look at them!" she whispered, grinning. "Did you guys decide on names?"
Grace held both of the babies on her bare chest and smiled, lifting her eyebrows at me. "Would you like to do the honors?"
I grinned and walked to the other side of the bed. I lifted the blanket back a bit to show the purple knit cap on my middle daughter's head. "This is Glory Evangeline," I said, glancing up at Serra and smiling. My sister-in-law and my middle child now shared a middle name and I could tell by Serra's reaction that it was a good choice. I glanced down at my son as my breath caught in my chest and moved to where he was nestled against Grace's chest. "And this is Everett Dean," I sighed, pride rolling off of me, knowing that Grace had insisted on my name as his middle.
Serra had her hands over her mouth with tears in her eyes, approaching Grace and the twins slowly. "They're perfect, Gracie. Look at them!"
Grace was exhausted, but smiled anyway. "Get the epidural, Serra."