Chapter 46

"You know, it's kind of weird." I state, placing my hands over my stomach whilst under the bed covers. It's mid January now. And I'm what… 7 months now. I can barely see my feet. This wouldn't be the case if it wasn't twins. But as it is, I can only just about see my toes when I lie on my back.
"What's weird." Dougie grumbles, still not fully awake. He turns over to face me and I smile.
"This whole… situation." I smile. He looks at me quizzically, momentarily looking panicked. "It's a good weird."
"Well that's okay then." He grins, moving closer and placing one hand over my swollen stomach, the other moving lower.

"I miss my feet." I sigh, not in the least interested in where Dougie's venturing.
"I miss your sex drive." He grumbled.
"You've been missing it for a month. You can miss it for another 2." I smile back at him, rubbing my bump when I could feel movement. I take it off for a few moments, finding Dougie's hand and placing it where mine was previously. "It's both of them." I mumbled. "They've never kicked at the same time before."
"How can you tell?" He asked, moving closer again, pushing himself under the covers.

"Well, if they're not kicking, the one of them has four legs and arms, and –" I wince slightly. "are very violent."
"Jazzie went in to labour early with the boys." I heard him mutter, muffled from under the quilt.
"How early?" I asked.

Okay.
What?

Pain.
Remain calm.
Remain totally-

And there go my waters.

"Brenna, that's disgusting." Dougie shot up quickly.

Well he shouldn't have been down there anyway.

"What do I do?" Dougie asked, standing, pacing, watching me as I lift myself up off the bed.
"Help me down the stairs." I whimper, clutching the base of my bump as pain sears through, my legs shaking underneath me, ready to give way. Okay, now I'm scared. "It hurts so much."
"No, Lie back down, or sit down. I'll ring an ambulance." He races from the room, leaving me to try and lower myself back on to the bed.
"You s**t!" I scream. "Get back here now."
"I need to get the phone" he yelled back
"There's a phone in here!" I called, leaning over as much as I possibly could, grabbing the handset and dialing the first number that was completely obvious in this situation.

"Hello?"
"Dad. I'm in labour and Dougie's having a panic attack."
"Sweetheart, you can't be in labour."

I do wonder at my dad's brain capacity. And his common sense. I hear mum shrill in the background, obviously hearing what dad had just said.
"What do you mean she's in labour?" I hear her shriek.
Good grief.

"I think it's probably false labour." Dad said. I'm not sure whether he was trying to reassure me, or mum to be perfectly honest.
"My waters have broken. My contractions are like every freaking minute!" I snapped.
"Oh." He grunted.

Yeah.
That shut you up didn't it.

"We're on our way." Mum spoke in to the phone. I'm guessing she'd managed to prise it from dad's grip. And then there was the dial tone.

"Brenna, I can't use the phone. It won't dial out." Dougie ran in the room.

Well duh.
I was just on the phone.

"Ambulance is stuck in traffic." Dad grumbled, walking in to the bedroom for the fourth time. He'd been pacing back and forth with the handset for a good fifteen minutes now trying to get sense out of a polish phone operator. Who couldn't speak very good English.
"Harry, the…. We can't wait much longer." Mum stammered.

It's rather shameful really.
Your mum and dad staring up your crotch waiting for something to pop out.
Whilst your fiancé sits by your side shaking like he belongs in an asylum, one hand in mine, squeezing tighter than I had been doing previously.

And what was I doing?
Whimpering.
Screaming.
Swearing.
Crying.

"Are you still pushing when you need to?" Mum asked me. Finally, a question that's aimed at me, and it's completely ridiculous.
"No. of course not, I'm holding it in." I snapped.
What a stupid question.
Of course I'm pushing when I f*cking need –

Holy Sh|t!

I felt Dougie's hand on my forehead, stroking gently until his fingertips brushed through my hair. Repeating this movement, trying to calm me. I look up at him. He looks hot. When doesn't he look hot?
I must look a right mess right now.
Lying on my back, sweating like a pig…
How attractive.

"Well, the ambulance will be about an hour… ish." Dad shrugged dismissively. That's easy for you to say. You're not the one pushing out two children from between your legs. Oh crikey. I have to push two of those things out. And I'm about to give up before the first one's out.

"Oh God." Dad muttered, standing up, deciding that his view of me wasn't too spectacular, walking around the bed and holding on to my left hand. My right currently had no circulation. Yes, Dougie still had a very firm grip on it.
"Harry, you're not exactly being helpful." Mum snapped at him. "I can't do this on my own."

Oh sure.
She's doing all the work here.
I can believe that.

Oh me…
What was that?
That..

"This is going to be really quick." Mum muttered. She obviously thinks I can't hear her. Ye of little faith. "Brenna, now I really want you to push. Like… Really… Push!"
I sort of let out a "yes" and a scream at the same time, clenching both of my hands, hearing the two men at the side of me let out whimpers of pain.
Serves them right.

Silly tw*ts.

I think it was at this point that Dougie actually realised I was in agony. You know, as he would what with his delayed reactions for everything.
"Brenna?" He stammered, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb, hoping to get my attention.

I look up at him.
He's smiling.
Not very confidently, I must admit.
But…

I let out another yell, and I feel momentary relief.
And then my ears are filled with noise.
Crying and whimpering noise.
And it's not coming from anyone over the age of two minutes old.