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I get up from our bed and make my way to the bathroom as I deal with the cramps. I know something is wrong and when I go to the bathroom I see that something is definitely wrong. Blood covers my underwear and tears burn my eyes at the next realization. I start crying loudly and I yell for Joe. "JOE! JOE!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
A few minutes later Joe, disoriented appears in the bathroom, adjusting to the bathroom light. "What's wrong?" he asks. "What's going on, Willow?"
"I'm having a miscarriage," I say through my tears.
"What?" he asks. "I thought everything was fine."
"Me too," I say showing him the proof, "and then this," I say tears streaming down my face. "I need to go to the hospital just to make sure the other baby is all right."
"Okay, let me get dressed," he says as he stands in his boxer briefs, his hair undone and a beard forming on his face. "I'll bring you something to wear."
"Thanks," I say as I sit on the toilet crying, trying to get myself together. Holding in my hand on a piece of toilet tissue evidence of loss, I don't understand what is happening or why this is happening with us. After all the loss we have dealt with in the last few months this is the last thing we need. I don't want to lose the babies. I want to have the babies as planned. I gave up my whole life for my babies. Losing them would be the end of my whole life.
"Here you go," says Joe as he comes back into the bathroom dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. He hands me a dress to put on. "Everything is going to be fine, Willow," he says as he stands in front of me. "I know that it is."
"You don't know that," I say as I take the dress and the new pair of underwear he gave me. I change out of my clothes and put on the dress. I flush the toilet and wash my hands. Joe wraps me up in his arms, comforting me, holding me. "I love you, Joe."
"I love you too," he says as he kisses my forehead. "Everything is going to be okay and if it's not I'm going to be here for you like I always am."
"Thanks," I say. "Let's go to the hospital. I'm still cramping"
"Okay," he says.
Joe grabs his keys to our car and we head out the door in the late hours of the night. The cool crisp air hits my face as we step out into the night. The valet brings our car around and Joe helps me into the car. He climbs into the driver's seat and races off to the nearest hospital according to the GPS. When we arrive at the hospital we check in at the reception desk and tell them what's going on. Joe explains that I am high risk and believes I am miscarrying our babies but the woman tells us to have a seat and they will be with us as soon as they can.
"I don't believe this," says Joe. "They are wasting time," he says with impatience. "You're possibly miscarrying and we have to wait to be seen? That's bullshit."
"Joe," I say taking his arm and resting my head on his shoulder as I rub his arm softly. "If I am miscarrying there's nothing they can do to stop it. It's just a waiting game. I wish they could stop it but if it's happening there's nothing they can do to stop it."
"I'm sure in 2016 they can think or figure out something to do in order to stop a miscarriage from happening."
"I think it's all a little late for that," I say hiding my devastation. I don't want to have a miscarriage, I don't want to lose my babies but there's nothing I can do to stop it from happening. "The good thing is my cramps are gone."
"And so could our babies," he says. "Why does this keep happening to us? Why does God keep taking away our babies? Are we not good enough to be parents? Are we not good enough to have a child together?" I can see the tears forming in his eyes. "I hate this Willow."
"I know, Baby, I hate it too but we don't know what's going on yet. Let's just be patient and see what the doctor says."
"It's probably already too late and by the time they finally come for us it will all be too late," he says losing all hope in his voice. Joe is usually the encouraging one, the one that makes me believe but this time he's the one I'm trying to encourage, he's the one I am trying to make believe. "I can't do this anymore, Willow."
"Joe, please just wait for the doctor. We don't know if I had a miscarriage, there was blood but that doesn't mean I miscarried. Just relax," I say.
"Spotting is fine but your underwear were blood soaked, Willow. That doesn't look good for the babies."
"But we don't know yet," I continue to try to encourage him. I don't know how well it's going to work but I'm trying. "We can pray," I suggest.
"I thought you didn't believe in God or believe in prayer?" he asks looking at me.
"Sometimes," I say, "we need a miracle."
"Okay," he says, "do you want me to pray or do you want to pray?" he asks.
"I can pray," I say. "Unless you want to?"
"You can go ahead," he says.
"Okay," I say as I take my hand down his arm and join our hands together, lacing our fingers as I close my eyes. I can't even remember the last time I prayed. I haven't always been a religious person growing up. I never really went to church but a few times in my life but when Michelle came into our family that's when we started to go to church, started to pray before meals but never before then had I been much a religious person although I was baptized Catholic and had my first Holy Communion and I was even confirmed to be a follower of the Catholic faith but never really put interest into religion. Recently though I have started to come around to the idea of believing in God and praying to God. It's not going to make me lose anything if I do but if I don't and he's real I could lose everything. "God, I know that you have a purpose and a plan for everyone's life. I know that everything works according to your plan but I don't understand the loss of my first child and I don't understand this moment now. You know better than me, you know what's best for my life but God I ask that you not take away another of our babies that we can experience being parents together, I can experience being a mom. God please allow everything to okay with the babies, in Jesus name amen," I say.
"I hope that works," says Joe as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and I rest my head on his chest. "I just can't deal with another loss," he says placing his hand on my stomach. "I can't, Willow."
"I don't think I can either," I say before we are finally called to the back to be seen.
Joe and I stand up and walk hand in hand to the back with the nurse. He leads us to a private room and asks what's going on. I explain to him about the cramping, the blood and tell him I am pregnant with twins. He jots it down on my chart. "The doctor will be in shortly to see you. He's probably going to do an ultrasound. Please put this gown on," he says as he hands me the gown before he leaves the room.
"He's a joy," says Joe. "This could be a devastating moment in our lives and he has all that attitude."
"Maybe he's not a Roman Reigns fan," I joke with him as I slip out of my dress to put on the gown. "You know people tend to have that attitude with you when they don't like you."
"I'm not Roman Reigns tonight," he says. "I never am when I am out in public. I'm Joe just a simple married guy with a daughter and two more kids on the way with the most beautiful wife in the world. I wish people would start to realize that I have a family and I have a life outside the ring. Alani can read now and she sees the terrible things they say about me. I don't want my kid seeing that."
"I know," I say. "People are going to talk we can't stop them, that's their right but we can shield what our kids see and what they read. Alani knows that you work hard for our family and I know you work hard. I don't know why they are all over you. I never really did understand it. It was like before you went out on injury with your hernia you were over with the crowd then you come back and win the Royal Rumble to go to Wrestlemania and everyone turned against you. I guess they hold a grudge because they wanted Daniel Bryan to win instead of you."
"They think I am lazy and that I am being shoved down their throats. What if I do wrestle your dad at Mania and I win? That whole crowd is going to riot. I have asked to be turned heel to take off some heat but Vince and Hunter just won't do it."
"They will have to if you face my dad. You're not lazy, you're not lazy at all. I have never seen a man work as hard as you do besides my father in that business. These are people that sit at home watching the product. They have never taken a bump in the ring or know what it's like to work for Vince. They have no idea. They sit at home on their couches watching you. They know nothing about this business as much as they think they do. They're marks."
"You're really passionate about it aren't you?" he asks amused.
"I'm just tired of everyone shitting on you. You couldn't even enjoy your moment last year at Mania with Alani because they all booed you. You deserved that moment since it was ripped from you the year before. It was such a special moment for you and Alani."
"People are assholes," he says as there is a knock on the door. "Come in," he snaps.
"Relax," I say as the doctor comes into the room.
"Hello, Ms. Calaway, I am Dr. Emerson. What seems to be the problem tonight?"
"Well, I was having really bad cramps. They were really painful and when I went to the bathroom my underwear were soaked in blood and I passed what looked like a baby. I am about 8 weeks pregnant with twins. I think I had a miscarriage."
"I see that here," he says, "are you still cramping?"
"No, the cramping has stopped."
"That's a good sign," he says. "And you only passed what you believe is one baby?"
"Yes," I answer.
"Okay, I'm going to do an ultrasound to make sure the other baby is still in there and to see if there is evidence of a miscarriage."
"Okay," I say. I hope that I didn't but the evidence has been proven. I still remain hopeful as he has me wheeled to an ultrasound room.
Joe sits beside me in the dark room as the doctor prepares me for my ultrasound. "I'm going to do an internal ultrasound just to get an accurate reading on the babies and to make sure everything is all right."
"Okay," I say as Joe takes my hand into his.
The doctor prepares the wand and puts gel on it. He turns on the machine and waits a few minutes before he inserts the wand into my vagina. I wince as he moves it around trying to find the babies. My grip tightens on Joe's hand. "And there we go," he says as he points to the screen, "two healthy babies," he says and I am in shock. "Baby A and Baby B," he says, "but it looks like Baby C was lost."
"Baby C? Say what now?" I ask. "I was told I was pregnant with twins NOT triplets are you sure?"
"Yes, there's baby A and Baby B and there's evidence of Baby C being lost."
"How is that possible?" I ask, "when I had my ultrasound done there were only two babies and aren't triplets only possible for women that are on fertility treatments?"
"There's a very small chance probably a 5% chance that a woman can naturally conceive triplets without fertility treatments. It looks like you're in that 5 %. It is possible that the third baby was missed on the ultrasound which is common too but you were indeed pregnant with triplets but both babies seem to look healthy and their heartbeats are strong, do you see those two little flickers?" he asks as he points to the screen.
"Yes," I say with tears in my eyes.
"Triplets?" asks Joe still in shock.
"Triplets," says the doctor with a smile, "but now it is definitely twins."
"It's beautiful," I say, "Look Joe there are our babies," I say. "Their little heartbeats."
"The most beautiful thing," he says before kissing the top of my head. "When can we know when they are boys or girls?"
"Probably not until around 12 weeks but for a more accurate reading I would say about 18 weeks," he answers. "Although they look healthy and their heartbeats are strong. I would recommend you see your regular obstetrician especially if you're considered high risk. She may want you to be on bed rest for a few weeks and to take it easy. Everything looks great from what I see here but as soon as you're back home I would set up an appointment to see your doctor and allow her to give you the instruction. My advice would be to put you on bed rest for a few weeks until everything has settled down, no lifting more than 10 lbs. and I would avoid all types of stress. High blood pressure and stress can help cause problems within your pregnancy. I want you to take it easy but it is your obstetrician's call on whether she places you on bed rest or not."
"Thank-you," I say.
When Joe and I are finally discharged from the hospital we are driving back to the hotel when Joe turns the opposite way. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Nothing," he says, "I just want to surprise you."
"Okay," I say as he keeps driving down the road. "I love you, Willow."
"I love you too," I say as he takes my hand into his.
"Can you believe it triplets? I knew twins ran in our families but triplets, that was completely unexpected."
"I thought he was joking around. I thought he made some mistake," I say. "But he wasn't joking. At least we still have two healthy babies growing inside of me. I am sad we lost one but grateful we still have two."
"Me too," he says. "I was in complete shock when he said we were having triplets but we lost one. That baby must have been hiding pretty well. Would they all have been identical?"
"Probably given your theory that they are in the same sac if they are identical, you're one fertile SOB you know that?"
"Me?" he smiles at me. "I think it's you that's fertile. Your eggs were the ones that split. I think you're the fertile one."
"Ah but it took your sperm to make three babies," I say with a smile. "I feel blessed."
"Me too," he says as he stops the car. "Tonight could have ended very badly for us but it didn't," he says. "I'm just grateful that everything turned out the way it did. We're having twins, they seem to be healthy, you planted the seed for your future, for our future," he smiles. "There's a new beginning coming for us. We're leaving Florida to go to Houston, Alani is going to come live with us and you're going to be a stay at home mom. Everything is falling into place, Willow. Our lives are changing."
"I know," I say as I take his hand, "and I wouldn't have my life any other way." I lean over and kiss his lips softly as the sun begins to rise over the ocean in front of us. It is the perfect moment to end such a bittersweet night.
"To new beginnings," he says with a smile before he kisses my lips.
"New beginnings," I say with a smile as we watch the sun rise before us. I have always dreamed of having a man that would sit and watch the sun rise with me and sit to watch the sun set with me. Joe is that man for me. He's everything to me, he may not be my first everything but I'm going to make sure he's my last everything. He is my sun rise and he is my sun set, my beginning and my end.
*A/N: Triplets? Can you believe that Willow was pregnant with Triplets? Are you happy that she still has two healthy babies growing inside of her? What do you think they are having twin girls, twin boys or one of each? Were you surprised by the news of the doctor? What do you think of their relationship now have they grown up since they first started dating? Please review and thank-you for reading.