What was he thinking?
Chapter 20: Puppies
Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer- this is a work of fan fiction.
AN: thanks to furyangoddess for betaing
Three or four years have passed – yeah they got married, it was beautiful, Billy performed the ceremony on the beach - Jake was Bella's best man (you didn't think she'd have bridesmaids did you?) - You should have been there – but we don't need info about dresses and corsages now do we? We want the important stuff -
This is Paul remembering the birth of the twins (and yes, they have names since you all asked)
Bella pregnant. I can't tell you how happy my inner wolf was to see her pregnant; and with twins? It was like a little mini litter of pups. And man was I so pleased with myself. I mean, sure she contributed, but they were mypups, you know?
Hey I wonder if they will be boys. I dreamed of our super pups all those years ago in Charlie's kitchen. Funny how we call it Charlie's place now she lives with me on the rez.
Every time I got all poppa wolf on her she would roll her eyes and launch into a lecture about how child carrying is really hard. I'd fade out and watch her, she gets so animated when she's railing on me; I love it. She gets more colour in her face, makes her so much more fuckable to me. Heck, she's always fuckable to me, especially when she's been drinking; I love it when she's tipsy, but none of that since the pregnancy. I would always get into more trouble when she realised that I really wasn't listening to her. But then I could make it up to her – yeah…
First few months she threw up all day and like a good man I would hold her hair out of her face and make her cups of tea with honey. She couldn't drink coffee anymore; even the smell made her sick. A bit less coffee calmed her down a little. Can't tell you the number of times we had to stop the car and let her throw up at the side of the road. She would always be so embarrassed about it. Bella still blushes at everything. Maybe Bella was some freak of nature and was actually going to give birth by throwing them up? Man I hope not; that would just be weird. I loved lying with my ear on her tummy. With my super wolfy hearing I could hear their little hearts racing. Wow, they beat really fast. Guess they have a lot of stuff to do, all that growing and changing shit.
Then the middle part just got better and better. She got super horny. And I mean SUPER horny. We fuck every day anyway but now she was begging for it; damn near wore me out; I meanme!She was getting quite a bump too, so we had to get inventive with the sexual positions. Hey, I am pretty inventive anyway, but that was just a whole lot of fun. Not that I wasn't eager for it too. She just reeked of fertility and that got my inner wolf all horny; couldn't keep my hands off her. And when her tits filled out…man that was great!
Last bit was a trial. She had got so big; she was having trouble getting around. She was tired all the time and her skin was starting to look really pale. Almost as pale as a fucking vampire.
It suddenly occurred to me that this was really serious shit.
She was so thin, like they were just sucking the life out of her. I kept trying to feed her up on anything she wanted. Ran around like the typical fucking sitcom father getting her whatever she wanted. I was starting to be panicked by the whole thing. It's all very well for her to be having my pups, but I am not so sure about it if she is going to kill herself doing it, you know?
She was all mad that she had to give birth on the rez and that the babies would have some spiritual link to the land or some such shit. She wanted a natural birth with no drugs and no medical intervention. But I wasn't convinced. I mean I could see she was exhausted. One baby? Maybe she could have got it out on her own, but two? I mean all they had to do was learn to queue but given they are my pups; I would bet they would be fighting before they made it down the birth canal. As if they could make it out in a neat row without jamming up the whole works?
I actually started to read some of the books she had and that just worried me half to death. Complications came with twins. Problems with getting to the full 40 weeks, problems with the birth, problems with the recovery of the mother and problems with infant mortality rates.
She's my one and only; she's my imprint and I do NOT want to lose her.
So for the first time ever, I picked a fight with Bella Waggener. I told her she was going to the hospital and she was going to have every possible bit of medical intervention if it came to a choice between her life and the other option. I didn't tell her that I would chooseherover the kids if it came to that. I'd rather have her and no kids. Yeah well the other option just doesn't bear thinking about.
She wailed and carried on but I would not be moved.
Then I came home from Sam's one day and found her unconscious in a puddle on the kitchen floor. We had made a deal that she wasn't to be alone, but she had weaseled out of it and got some alone time this one day. Always was single minded that woman.
I let out a noise I personally never want to hear come out of my mouth ever again. I meanever.
All her natural choices were gone when I just had to get her into town and into the hospital as fast as possible. Didn't wait for a fucking ambulance to make it out to the rez.
I drove like a madman into town and left the car in the middle of the road. I ran into the door of the hospital at a frankly inhuman pace. I completely forgot about keeping it cool. All I cared about was saving her life.
Everything happened so fast; there was no time for kisses and hand holding and me cutting the cords or even being present at the birth. I respect those hospital staff forever. They ran; they fucking ran with her on a trolley and left me standing in the waiting room.
Sam came in within minutes and tried to keep me together, but I was losing it big time. If I phased and ran around in the forest I wasn't going to be helping her any, so I had to keep myself under control.
It was the longest 14 minutes of my life.
They came out to tell me I had two healthy sons. They were surprised at how big they were and how well they were breathing on their own given they were so early, but the news on Bella was not so good. Nothing could keep me from her then, I could smell her in the hospital and I made my way to the operation recovery room. No-one could stop me and from the look on my face, nobody tried too hard.
The nurse in the room looked familiar. Oh don't tell me she is one of my women from years ago? Fuck me. She clearly remembered me fondly because she said she wasn't supposed to let me in there, but since it was me. She made some comment about my wife being a pretty special lady to have tied me down and she patted me on the arm. I assured her that my wife was everything to me. First time I thought Bella might be grateful for me fucking someone.
I found her under some spacey foil blanket; they were having problems with her body temperature. She was stable but was unconscious and so cold; she really did look and feel like a vampire now. She looked empty, with the babies gone and if anything, she looked even smaller.
There was a maze of tubes and shit everywhere but not so many on one side, so I ripped my clothes off and climbed in next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her against my warmth and I told her everything.
I told her how much I loved her, how I would just die if she didn't come back to me and how we had two sons together. I told her how I needed her, how theywould need her and how sorry I was that I had rejected her all those years ago. I poured it all out; I cried I sobbed and I even threatened her; said she wasn't to think that dying was going to get rid of me; I would even follow her there.
In the end I ran out of things to say and I just held her and rocked a little. I was so completely emotionally exhausted, I must have dozed off. I don't think I was really asleep, just kind of dazed.
And then I felt a tiny movement. She moved her head and kissed me and she said my name. And she said she forgave me and that she loved me. I swear I fell even more in love with her at that moment. We just stayed there until they insisted that I really hadto move. Her body temperature was stable by then and I still had to meet my sons.
I let her go and put my clothes back on. I swear the nurse had a look for old time's sake.
I followed the trolley to her room where the boys were waiting for us, along with what looked like half the population of La Push.
Bella was so thin and her waters had already broken so that when they made the Cesarean incision they had cut the bottom of one of the boys; he was pressed right up against her. They saved all their lives, so I didn't really give a fuck. We will call that one Charles; Charlie for short. Maybe Charlie Jacob, yeah – he'd like that.
And the other one can be Levi William for Billy Black and Sam's grandfather.
They were so squashed in there, they will need some leg exercises for a little while but they are both healthy boys. They fussed if they were in separate cribs so we stuck them in one crib together. They seemed to look at each other too. Adorable; fuck me, am I back to that?
We came to an agreement on the birth on the native land thing; we buried the placenta on the rez. Bella swore she had read somewhere that it would give the boys roots. Personally I thought it would just feed whatever was desperate enough to dig it up again, but she was happy and that was all I gave a fuck about.
Bella had to stay in hospital for nearly a week until they were sure she was strong enough to go home. Personally I thought Forks hospital was really pleased to have her in there for a good reason; for once, she hadn't hurt herself. She breastfed the boys but they needed extra bottles of formula. She developed the appetite of a werewolf. Now I understand why people get so freaked by how much food I can put away, because I damn near died when Bella started doing it. I loved feeding them when she couldn't and I loved just sitting in the armchair with them lying on my chest and snoozing.
Bella took a photo of the three of us one day asleep in that chair and it is seriously my favourite; one big hand over the back of each little baby, their faces turned towards each other and their little heads of spiky black hair.
Adorable.
THE END.
AN: point of information: the twin bottom cutting thing happened to my friend with her babies, so I borrowed Sam's 'birth mark'; lucky it was his butt and not somewhere else I suppose.
thank you for all your positive comments and reviews - it has been a fun journey - I never meant to write Paul's POV and I am rather glad now, that I did. They go together like ...well Paul and Bella.
Thanks again
MTR
PS: there are three extra chapters after this… but be careful… they're hot!
FF_2154210_ - 9/07/2011 01:57:00 AM