RoryPOV-

It's the first week of March, when Sugar is waking me up at one in the morning to take her to the hospital.

''It hurts!,'' she whimpers as I wheel her down the hallways, Blair and Ryder following behind us quickly.

''Excuse me,'' I stop at the desk ,''I'm Rory Hummel. My wife went into labor, and we pre-registered.''

''Right this way,'' I follow her, pushing Sugar in her wheelchair.

As nerve-wracking as it was when this was Blair, maybe because it's my babies.

''It hurts so bad,'' Sugar whines as Blair helps her into the hospital gown, while I hold her hand.

''It's going to be okay,'' I try to calm her down.

''I'll go call dad and Kurt for you,'' Blair leaves then.

''It's going to be okay, right,'' Sugar whimpers.

''Of course,'' I kiss her forehead, before leaning mine against hers, ''I love you.''

''I love you, too.''

Pretty soon, our babies will be here soon. Wendy and Carole. I'm going to be a dad.

I've like to think I've grown up these last few months, but I know I'll have to grow even more. Babies require a lot of love, attention, and work.

But I still wouldn't change a thing.

BlairPOV-

''Hey, little guy,'' I grin down at Noah.

It's eight in the morning, and Sugar is still waiting to be fully dilated. While we wait, Ryder and I decide to visit Noah.

''You know,'' Katherine, one of the nurses, begins ,''It's time for me to change his diaper. You want to help? You have seen me do it a thousand times, after all.''

''Please,'' I nod.

Noah is still so tiny, but he has gained weight. He's five pounds, three ounces. We thought he would be able to breathe on his own, but not yet. His health issues are getting better, not worse, and I can be thankful for that. He can drink from a bottle now, not needing to be fed through the tubes anymore.

''I love you so much,'' I tell him as Ryder hands me a diaper.

''So do I,'' he gently holds Noah's tiny hand.

He has brown eyes, just like his daddy. He's hardly ever awake when we are here, this being one of the rare moments when he is.

''You're going to be out of here soon,'' I tell him, finishing changing his diaper, and gently stroking his cheek ,''Daddy and I are going to take such good care of you.''

I promise.

''He is a lot more stable now,'' Katherine speaks, looking at his crib, ''I think we can try the kangaroo care.''

''What's that,'' Ryder asks, not taking his eyes off of Noah for even a second.

''Holding the baby close to you, on bare skin,'' Katherine explains ,''Blair, did you want to? It can be beneficial for both you and the baby.''

''Then I'll try it,'' I nod.

Anything to help my baby.

RyderPOV-

''It's been a long few months for you,'' Blair whispers to Noah, securing his hat on his head as she holds him close ,''Us, too.''

She's so good at this. She keeps calm in front of him, even if she has to break down when we're at home.

I know we had practice with Grace, but Noah is so much more fragile it seems. Like he could break any moment. I'm scared to touch hi sometimes, let alone hold him.

Blair has no problem, though.

''It kind of makes every stupid fight we've ever had seem really insignificant,'' she quietly tells me ,''Looking at Noah, I mean.''

''I know. Why did we spend so much time fighting trying to hurt each other… when there are other things in life that are more important?''

''Exactly,'' Blair nods ,''I love you, you know. I could not have gotten through any of this without you.''

''I'm right here for you, and Noah. Even if we fight. No matter what happens, I am always going to love you two,'' I reassure her.

That's the one thing that will never change.

Lately, it seems like Blair and I have just barely hanging on to our relationship. It's a combination of stressing over Noah's health, working to make enough money for him and everything we need, and my classwork. One day, Blair and I may have to just end this relationship. Of course I hope that it never comes to that, not after we've tried so hard to make it work these past few months. These last four years have been some of the best years of my life, and I'd hate to lose her. We don't always see eye-to-eye, and we have definitely caused each other pain…

But we somehow keep going back to each other.

''We're not going to give up on you, Noah,'' I tell our son, then look up to catch Blair's green hazel eyes staring at me, ''I'm not going to give up on us either. Everything's gonna be ours. You own my heart, and even if we have to start again, we're soulmates. I don't care how cheesy this sounds, Blair.''

''It sounds very cheesy,'' she smirks, looking back to Noah, ''I'm not giving up either though.''

We've had a rocky past, and neither one of us can just erase the scars that are left. Everything about our relationship was rushed, it seems. And sometimes the other just let the wall come falling down without even trying to stop it.

Not anymore. Everything's gonna be ours. I know it's worth it, and so does Blair. If we had listened to our friends, we wouldn't have had all of the fights that we did.

But then we also wouldn't have any of the good times either. Grace would not have been born, we never would have gotten engaged, and we wouldn't have our son.

That's all the reason either of us needs to fight for this relationship.

And there's nothing that could ever make me change my mind.

RoryPOV-

''Please let me push,'' Sugar cries as the doctor checks to see how far along she is dilated.

We have been here for such a long time, but it seems she has not dilated the full ten centimeters.

''Mrs. Motta-Hummel, we have to tell you this. The babies are in fetal distress,'' the doctor tells us.

''W-what does that mean,'' Sugar looks in confusion, squeezing my hand, searching for some form of comfort.

''It is the term used for signs, during pregnancy or childbirth, that the baby may not be well.''

Shocked me hard...

''What's wrong with our babies,'' I question, since Sugar can not seem to form words.

Hit me hard..

''The factors in this case are multiple births, and the babies seem to be experiencing breathing problems,'' the doctor continues to explain ,''I do not think that delivering vaginally would be best here, so we will be preparing Mrs. Motta-Hummel for a caesarean section.''

And I don't know what to say.

There's a blur of movement then, everyone doing a million things at once it seems.

''Rory,'' Sugar asks when we're on our way to where the surgery will be performed.

Her usual confidence is gone, instead replaced by fear. She tightens her grip on my hand as they move her to the operation table.

''Don't worry. I am right here. Our babies are going to be just fine, and so are you,'' I reassure her.

You have to be.

They give her morphine, which seems to calm her down, but not me.

''Okay,'' the doctor begins after everything is sterile, and everyone has on scrubs and caps and plastic gloves and…

I'm terrified.

''Mr. Hummel,'' the doctor looks at me ,''Calm down.''

I nod, and she begins.

''I'm right here,'' I tell Sugar, holding her hand in mine, squeezing gently ,''I am right here.''

''Always,'' she asks breathlessly, in a daze.

''Always. I love you, Sugar Motta-Hummel. And I love our babies,'' I gently rub the back of her hand with my thumb.

''I love you, too,'' she whispers calmly.

I chance a look down to where the doctor is, quickly looking back to my wife.

''The doctor's doing fine, everything looks great. As far as I can tell, I mean. You're doing wonderful.''

Soon, there's the sound of crying.

And there she is: our first baby girl.

''How's she look,'' Sugar asks, eyes closed.

''She's beautiful,'' I answer honestly, ''Just like her mom.''

She smiles a bit, and soon our second baby is joining her sister.

''Congratulations,'' one of the nurses smiles, letting me hold one bay as another nurse holds the other baby for Sugar to see.

''Hi,'' Sugar quietly tells them ,''Wendy and Carole. Oh, you're so beautiful. Daddy and I love you.''

This one moment is pure bliss…

But it's quickly pulled away.

''What's going on,'' I ask as they take one of our tiny babies, moving to clean and examine them.

''Mr. Hummel,'' the nurse begins, ushering me towards the door.

''I don't know what's happening,'' I tell her, as she rushes me out away from my wife and children.

This can't be happening. Not now, not to her… not to us.

My world is crashing around me, and I don't know how to stop it.

I just hope Sugar will still be able to help me put it back together.

KPOV-

''Hey,'' I find Rory.

''Hi,'' he doesn't even look at me, which is not like him.

''What happened,'' I ask, sitting next to him.

Blaine and I had seen Sugar, and she was doing just fine.

''They had to uh… perform an emergency caesarean section,'' he tells me, blue eyes looking up at me when his voice cracks, ''The babies are fine. They're healthy. Ten toes and fingers for both of them, and no problems. But Sugar… yeah, she lost a lot of blood.''

''How is she now,'' I ask, wrapping an arm around my son's shoulders.

''I don't…. I d-don't know. She's in there, but they made me wait out here. And it's even, like, an hour dad. But it feels like it's been longer. I j-just need to see her, dad,'' he whispers, the tears coming then.

Sometimes I forget that just because he's older doesn't mean that he doesn't need me.

And right now is one of the times where I'll be right back his side, whether he like sit or not.

''It's okay,'' I reassure him ,''She's going to be just fine. I know it. And I will be right by your side.''

''I know. Thanks dad. Love you,'' he lays his head on my shoulder, clearly completely exhausted.

The silence is comfortable, both of us just taking in the day's events.

''Mr. Hummel,'' the nurse begins, opening the door with a slight smile, ''She's awake.''

Rory breaks into a bright grin, before hugging me and rushing to see his wife, calling out ,''I love you dad!''

''I love you, too, Rory.''

And I'm so proud of who you've become.

Nothing's ever going to change that.

BPOV-

''Blaine,'' I hear a familiar voice say from behind me, and I look to see Adam.

Damn it.

''Hi,'' I respond, trying to be polite.

''Hello. What brings you here,'' he asks, looking into the nursery window as well.

''Sugar and Rory's twins were born,'' I explain, looking at the two innocent, small bundles through the window ,''They've yet to name them, though. How about you?''

''A close friend of mine had her baby,'' he smiles, looking into the window and pointing ,''That's her. Diane Elizabeth Adams.''

''She's a beautiful baby,'' I respond.

''So our your grandchildren.''

The silence that follows is so thick. It could be cut with a knife. Even worse than the silence that usually follows a fight with Kurt.

''I assume Kurt told you what happened, then,'' Adam stares through the window.

''Yes. My husband and I do not tend to keep secrets from each other,'' I reply. '

He must sense the iciness of my tone, because he looks at me with caution.

''I'm not here to fight, Blaine,'' he tells me then.

Tell me you don't wanna fight…

''Neither am I. I know you and Kurt have cut all contact, but that still doesn't take away from the fact that you knowingly kissed a married man, Adam.''

''As Kurt probably told you, I only felt sorry for the way that it happened. I couldn't bring myself to apologize for the fact that the kiss did indeed happen.''

I've heard it before…

''Or for the fact that he's married to you,'' Adam continues.

I'm not gonna fall for it this time…

''Now, I do see why it was wrong,'' Adam sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair ,''And I do think an apology is in order.''

''I see,'' I shrug, turning to look at my grandchildren ,''I think you should apologize to Kurt, too. You did invade his personal space after all.''

He deserves an apology more than I do.

''Blaine, I apologize. It was out of line for me to kiss Kurt like that, and I don't expect you to forgive me. But I do feel awful about it,'' Adam offers.

''I'm not one to hold grudges. Not anymore at least,'' I stick my hand out to shake his ,''So you're forgiven. Kurt should be down soon, and then you can talk to him.''

''Thank you. And I promise I won't contact Kurt anymore. Besides, Chandler and I are actually doing well,'' he smiles a bit.

''I'm glad to hear that,'' I honestly respond, ''And it's up to Kurt whether he remains your friend or not. I have no problems with you anymore, okay? Forgive and forget, yeah?''

''Forgive and forget,'' he agrees with a nod.

We leave it at that. A comfortable silence.

It's nice to have the apology, and I hope Kurt will forgive him as well. It'll put an end to us dancing around each other, on edge and trying not to hurt one another.

Not that we have any reason to worry. We're going to be just fine, working things out like we always do. A lot of things will change, especially when we adopt Liam, Jacob, and Jade. But I do know that Kurt and I will continue loving each other, getting through anything together.

I'll always feel the way I did at the start.

KPOV-

''They read the ultrasound wrong,'' Rory explains, looking at his daughter…

While I hold my grandson.

''Either way, they're beautiful,'' Carole whispers, wiping at her eyes as she rubs her great-granddaughter's tiny head.

''Have you come up with names,'' dad asks, staring at his great-grandson in awe and love.

''We decided to name her Wendy Carole Motta-Hummel,'' Sugar explains, and fresh tears run down Carole's face.

''And we decided to name this little guy Finn. Finn Christopher Kurt Motta-Hummel,'' Rory smiles proudly.

''Thank you,'' Carole whispers, pulling him into a hug.

''He'd be so proud of both of you,'' I tell them, leaning back into Blaine's embrace while holding Finn, ''And you're going to grow up and be just as amazing as he is.''

I have no doubt about that.

''I love you,'' Blaine whispers as my dad holds Finn now.

''I love you, too.''

And I love our crazy life.

Next chapter- Kurt and Adam talk, and good news for baby Noah :)

osarieme helped me with the Adam part of this chapter :)

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