A/N: Same rule still applies, to see the next chapter, you need to review. This story is now coming close to ending. Chapters 21 and 22 are a two part epilogue.
Disclaimer: Are Olivia and Elliot going at it like bunnies? No? Well I don't own it.
Five hours went by and Olivia was getting ready to push. She'd had an Epidural but it wasn't helping much. It was taking the edge off the contractions but she could feel some of the pain and pressure.
"El!" Olivia gasped as another contraction came and intensified the pressure she was already feeling in her aching, tired body.
"It's ok, baby. Our babies will be here soon," he assured her, holding her hand as he ran along with the gurney.
They were heading to the Operation Room and were going quickly because Olivia was already fully dilated. She had jumped from eight to ten centimetres in just under an hour.
"I need to push!" She growled and started to push.
She was feeling too much pressure and needed to relieve herself of the overwhelming pressure in her pelvis.
"Don't push yet, Olivia. Stop pushing, honey," Helena instructed as they pushed the gurney in through the Operation Room doors.
Elliot was already dressed in the appropriate gear so he went straight in with them.
Olivia shook her head and pushed again, clenching her eyes shut and gritting her teeth.
"Olivia," Helena warned. "I'll be right back. Stop pushing."
"Too much pressure!" Olivia exclaimed, breathlessly, opening her eyes again.
"I know, honey. Hang on...Elliot, keep her occupied for a moment," Dr. Stone said and rushed off to get ready as the nurses set up.
Elliot caressed his new wife's sweaty cheek and brushed back her wet hair, which had stuck to her face. "Who knew this would be how we'd be spending our wedding night, huh?" Elliot tried to joke.
Olivia growled in frustration. "It's all your fucking fault! Your fault that I feel so much pressure in one area!" She screamed.
Elliot opened his mouth to say something but Dr. Stone bet him to it.
"Whoa! Low groans, missy. No more yelling at your husband, you only got married this morning," Helena said and sat in the traditional spot at the end of the bed in between Olivia's legs.
Olivia shook her head and pushed, ignoring her doctor, as the next contraction hit.
"Well I was about to tell you to push, but you bet me to it... Good job, Olivia. Take a break till the next one."
Olivia slumped in to the pillows and waited for the next round of pain, not in the mood to talk.
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Twenty minutes went by and Olivia growled. "What the fuck is taking so long?!"
"Next push, the head will be crowning, Olivia," Helena assured her.
"You said that three pushes ago!" Olivia screamed and slumped back in to Elliot, who was now sitting behind her on the bed.
"Push, Olivia!" Dr Stone instructed, seeing another contraction peak on the monitor.
Olivia pushed and screamed.
"Keep going, Olivia. Crowning. Keep going. Don't want it to slip back in!"
Olivia took a deep breath and pushed again.
"Head's out! Great job! Have a rest, you've earned it," Helena said and proceeded to clean out the baby's nose and mouth.
Olivia slumped back in to Elliot, only to shoot up again as the next contraction came quickly.
"Give it all you've got, baby," Elliot whispered in her ear.
Olivia nodded and put the rest of her energy in to it, not stopping until she heard the baby's first cry.
"It's baby Rebecca. Looks like she decided to be older then her brother. Great job, Olivia," Dr Stone said and placed Rebecca on Olivia's belly, gently wiping the newborn clean.
"Hi, Sweetie. Welcome to the world," Olivia whispered and counted her tiny fingers and toes. Ten of each.
"Hi gorgeous," Elliot greeted her and the nurse took Rebecca away.
"Wait! Where are you taking her?" She asked as Elliot got up from behind her.
"Just to be bathed, weighed and checked out," the nurse assured her.
"I'm checking Jackson, Olivia..." Helena informed her before doing anything. "He's breech, honey, and his heart rate is dropping quickly," she informed Olivia, looking at the monitor. "Emergency c-section. You've had an Epidural," she said as a nurse put up a blue screen, so Olivia couldn't see what was happening.
"El!" Olivia cried.
"I'm right here, baby," Elliot assured her, taking her hand.
"Ten seconds to baby Jackson..." Helena said, followed by Jackson's first cry. It was a quiet, gurgle noise, the total opposite to his sister's.
She showed him to his relieved parents quickly before handing him to a nurse.
"Hi, Jackson," Olivia whispered with stray tears.
"Just the placenta, Olivia, and then I'll close you up."
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Olivia woke a couple hours and the first thing she noticed was pain. Pain in her lower abdomen and down below.
She groaned and opened her eyes to see her husband reading the day's newspaper, probably on loan from a nurse.
"Hey, El," she greeted him. Her voice raspy.
Elliot put the paper down and smiled at his wife. "Hey baby."
"Where are Becca and Jack?"
Elliot looked down and frowned.
"Oh God! What, El, what?"
"They in the Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit."
"Oh no!"
Elliot took the brunette's head in his. "Becca is just in there for observation, they said she's fine. Healthy. They just want to watch her in there over night."
"What about Jack?" The new mother asked, panicking.
"Jack is in an incubator and on oxygen, baby. Not a lot but he is on oxygen. He's sick, baby."
"Oh no, oh no, oh no. It's my fault, I need to see my babies."
Elliot caressed the back of Olivia's hand . "It is not your fault, angel. It is not," he told her and took out his cell phone.
He went through it and gave it to his wife. "You can't get to them for about twenty hours and the babies can't come to you, but you can still see them."
Olivia took the phone and pressed play. Her loving husband had recorded their babies.
It showed Rebecca laying in a infant warmer, kicking her legs and stretching out her arms, opening and closing her tiny fist, as if testing them out. It looked like she waved to the camera, as if to say hi to her mommy.
She had her father's cerulean blue orbs but looked so much like her mother.
Olivia sniffled and rubbed the screen. "Oh my precious baby girl. I can't wait to hold you and kiss you. You're so perfect," she whispered.
The next recording started and it showed Jackson in his incubator.
It showed an oxygen tube going in to his tiny nose and was stuck to his cheek to hold it in place.
He kicked his tiny legs and stretched out an open palm. He opened his tiny eyes and yawned.
Olivia gasped.
His eyes were all hers. Same shape. Same colour. Mocha brown.
She caressed the screen again and sniffled. "Oh, my little man. You have got to be strong. Be brave and pull through this," she whispered and looked up at Elliot as the recording finished.
"H...How much do they weigh? What times were they born?" She asked in a weak whisper.
Elliot kissed the back of his wife's hand. "Becca was born at 5:12pm, weighing five pounds and Jack was born at 5:16, weighing four pounds ten and a half ounces."
"W...why such a big different in weight?" She asked, slightly confused. Thinking they would have been closer in weight.
"It sometimes happens, baby. Helena will be in soon to ask if you want to breast or bottle feed the twins."
"I already told you that I'm doing both, El."
"I know, angel, but she wants to ask you."
Olivia nodded and the door opened, to reveal Dr. Stone.
"Hi, Olivia. Good to see you awake. How are you feeling?'
"Tired and sore."
"Well that's to be expected. You watch the recording of the babies?" She asked, fixing Olivia's IV.
"Yes, they're so beautiful. I want to go see them."
"Not for another twenty hours, honey. You might be able to feed Rebecca in the morning though."
"What about Jackson?"
"Probably not. Sorry, honey...Are you breast or bottle feeding?"
Olivia licked her dry lips. "Both."
Dr. Stone nodded. "Ok, honey. I'll get you a pump."
"I wanted to breast feed first."
"I know, honey...I'm sorry but you can't. They need to stay in the NICU, especially Jackson."
Olivia nodded and sniffled. "Ok. Thank you."
Dr. Stone rubbed her patient's arm and quietly left.
Elliot got up on the bed beside his wife and wrapped his arms around her gently. "It will be ok, baby. I love you."
"I love you too, El. Thanks for Becca and Jack."