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"I'm Trying To Pull You Through"
"All right, I will tell you. It's…"
Skye went into labor during the night, screaming bloody murder. Her painful screams echoed throughout the halls, waking every single occupant. Thor had been the fastest, thanks to the Mjolnir. He had assessed the situation before gently picking her up and heading to the Healing Room as fast as possible.
"She has gone into labor." He informed the healer and nurse who came to him with a gurney. Gently, he laid her onto the soft mattress.
Skye was too busy in pain to answer any questions. All she kept thinking was they were too early…still had another month to go…wished their father could be here for the moment…was she really ready for this.
She didn't have to wait long. Nine hours after going into labor, Andreya Rose and Jackson Phillip Coulson arrived. Andreya weighed 7 pounds, 8 ounces and was 16 inches long. Jack was also 7 pounds but was at 1 ounce; he was 15 inches long. Despite their heights, Skye knew at least her son would be taller than her – maybe even taller than his father, seeing as his uncles and grandfather were rather tall.
Skye was asleep and the twins were laying in two portable bassinets nearby. Odin stood before them, peering down at them with interest and happiness. His first grandchildren were…perfect, healthy. He had to admit – despite his prior opinion of aborting them – he was glad Thor changed his mind.
The boy scrunched up his face and squirmed, and Odin stepped up to his bassinet, ready to pick him up when he started crying.
He wasn't given much time. Jack started bawling for attention, waking his mother and sister. "Jack, it is okay. Your grandfather is here." He easily lifted the small child and secured him in the crook of his arm, rubbing circles on the boy's tiny stomach with his other hand. Odin turned to his granddaughter. " You, too, Andreya." He reached down to scoop her up as well. They weighed nothing next to what he was used to.
Skye remained quiet, watching her father try to calm the babies. When they didn't let up, she finally spoke up. "They may be hungry, Dad." She suggested, making him whirled around to her.
"You must be right." He stepped up her. "I will keep one entertained while you feed one and switch off when that one is full." Skye nodded, holding her hands out for whichever twin he handed to her. Since Jack cried first, Odin relinquished him, turning away from them and rocking Andreya. He spoke to her while he rocked back and forth on his feet. "Let me tell you a story, Andreya. The story of how I met your grandmother." Odin started, catching his finger in her tiny fist that clamped around the single digit. It'd been years since he held a baby from his own flesh and blood. It was something he was interested in reacquainting himself with. "Not even your mother knows this story."
He began the story.
TBC...