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Chapter 21. Happiness and Despair. Dean's Pov.
The first thing I notice is the overly clean smell in the air. I try to move my body but I hiss at the pain that it causes. I open my eyes only to be blinded by the bright lights. Where the hell am I? I place my hand on my stomach and am shocked by how much smaller it is.
"What the…?" I trail off, remembering everything that happened: labor, the demon, my babies…MY BABIES!
I push myself into a sitting position and groan in pain at the quick movement. As I catch my breath I looking around to see that I'm in a hospital room.
"Dean?" I look over towards the door to see my Dad and Bobby. Bobby sets the mug in his hand down on the table that's along the wall and rushes over to me. "Son calm down." He sits on the edge of the bed and puts his hand on my shoulder. Dad stands behind Bobby and looks at me with worry.
"Where are they?" I ask, and Dad forces a smile onto his face.
"They're in the nursery part of the hospital; do you want me to go get them?" I nod, feeling a smile form on my face. Dad shares a look with Bobby before looking back at me. "I'll be back in a little bit ok." I nod and I watch him go, the smile fading from my face.
"Bobby?" I look at him more closely and notice how red his eyes are, and dread hits me. "What's going on?" he sighs.
"Dean." He starts, and the look of dread in his eyes makes the panic in my heart grow.
"Oh god what's wrong with my babies?" he shushes me.
"Dean you're sons are fine; they're perfectly healthy." Relief floods through me for a moment, but then it hits me that he said 'sons', not kids.
"What about my daughter?" He looks me in the eye and my breath catches in my throat.
"She…she didn't make it." I feel something stab at my chest. I shrug his hand off of my shoulder and wrap my arms around me.
"No." I whisper; not wanting to believe that my baby girl could be….dead.
"Son the…" I cut him off.
"I'm not your son!" I snap. This man is telling me that my child is dead; it has to be a lie.
"Something happened and you passed out because you were loosing too much blood. They had to cut you open to get her and it was too late to save her by then." He says with a shaky voice. I look into his eyes and I feel like I can't breathe.
"No she…she has to be fine." My voice cracks and he shakes his head sadly.
"I'm so sorry Dean." My eyes start to burn.
"Not my Baby girl." I cry, and Bobby pulls me into his arms.
I failed her; I failed my own daughter before she even got to live in this world…I never got to see her…I never got to hold her in my arms while she cried….and I never will.
"I wanna see her Bobby." I croak after a few minutes.
"Dean I don't think that's a good idea." He says.
"Bobby I…" I'm cut off by the sound of the door opening and I look over to see my dad and Sam with a nurse, rolling two crib looking things into the room. Dad looks me in the eye with a look or sorrow as he asks.
"Are you up to seeing your sons?" I pull away from Bobby and wipe my eyes.
"Yeah," a smile makes its way onto my face despite how heart broken I am, "I wanna hold them." The nurse rolls the cribs closer to me and smiles.
"You wanna hold them both at once?" she asks and I nod. Bobby grabs the beds remote to bring the back of the bed up for me to lean on and he helps me sit back. I hold my breath as a stabbing pain goes through my stomach and I remember that Bobby said I was cut open; no wonder everything kills. "You doing ok Mr. Simons?" The nurse asks, and I nod my head as I release my breath.
"Just give me my Sons." I say tiredly and she nods.
"I will; just be careful with the staples in your stomach." I watch as she takes one of my sons out of his crib and walks over to me slowly. She places him in my left arm carefully and goes to get my other son.
"Hey." I whisper, looking down at my sleeping firstborn. A moment later another small body is placed in my other arm and I look down and smile. He has similar facial structure like his brothers, but instead of blonde hair he has dark brown hair; the same as Dylan's hair. Before they were born I hoped that none of my children would share any resemblance to the man that raped me, but I wouldn't want my son to look any different then he does now. They're both perfect.
"I'm so proud of you Son." Dad says; sitting down on the other side of the bed and looking down at my sons with joy. "They're so beautiful." Tears enter my eyes again but these aren't sad tears; they're happy tears.
"I love them so much Dad, and I've only been holding them for like a minute." He chuckles lightly.
"Me and your Mom were the same with you and Sam; it was love at first sight." I smile at my Dad briefly before looking back at Bobby and guilt rushes towards me at what I said earlier.
"Bobby I'm sorry about what I said." He shakes his head.
"There's nothing to forgive Son." The baby my right arm begins to move around a little bit and makes a little sound.
"Hey baby boy." I say with a smile, watching him as his eyes open up to show pale blue and the sight takes my breath away. They're so beautiful.
"Dean." I look up to see Sam standing at the end of the bed, leaning on his crutches. "What are you gonna name them?" I look back down at my babies, one sleeping and one awake, and I know that the names I picked are perfect.
"I've been thinking about this for a long time." I start, then kiss the head of my first Son. "This." I raise the blonde baby slightly. "Is Robert Michael."
"Dean." Bobby starts and I shake my head.
"You were there when I needed someone the most Bobby; I wanted to name one of my children after you." A tear escapes as he smiles.
"Thank you." He says and I smile back at him.
"And this." I kiss my other sons forehead. "Is Elliot Jonathan." I look over to my Dad and give him a small smile.
"A very strong name Dean." He says with pride in his voice; I knew I made the right choice by having my Dads name in my child's name.
"You had to be in there to Dad." He ruffles my hair lightly. I stay silent for a few moments before I speak again. "My daughters name is Lily Marie." I admit, and something stabs at my heart again.
"That's a beautiful name Dean." Bobby says and I swallow the bile starting to rise in my throat.
"Could you guys give us a few moments alone?" I ask, wanting to have my sons to myself for a while. Dad nods and stands up.
"Of course Dean; we'll come back in a little while." I nod and force a smile onto my face.
"Call us if you need us Dean." Bobby says, squeezing onto my shoulder briefly before standing up. Sam gives me a nod and I nod back.
"We won't be far dude." I watch as they exit the room and wait for the door to close before I look back at my sons.
"Robert, Elliot." I say, loving how it feels to say their names. "It's gonna just be us three from now on." I say, trying to smile at them as I feel tears forming in my eyes.
I love my boys so much; but I want Lily to…
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