The next couple of weeks Angela spent most of her time in bed, with having difficulty moving around as she neared the date of her scheduled C-section. Tony and Hank were on babies' watch with both Angela and Samantha. Jonathan managed to get a home study for the spring quarter so that he could be near while Mona worked from home three days per week. Hank's internship allowed him to stay home two days per week, so he and Mona alternated days in the city. Sam's internship start date was pushed back to September 1st, to allow her some time at home with little Marie before she started. Everything was lining up to prepare them for the wee ones' arrivals.

Friday morning, April 16th, Angela suddenly awoke with sharp pains in her lower abdomen, followed by a burst of liquid down her legs. "Tony! Come quick!" she called out.

"What is it, mi amore?" he asked.

"I think my water just broke!"

"Oh, okay! Jonathan, can you go get Hank please?" Tony asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Jonathan replied. "Do you want me to pull out the Jeep too?"

"Yes, that'd be great! Then call Mona and tell her to meet us at Fairfield General. I'm going to go help Angela downstairs and into the car."

"You got it, Dad!"

Ten minutes later Tony and Hank had Angela loaded into the Jeep, and the five of them were on their way to Fairfield General. Mona had been taking her car into the city with it getting closer to the due dates, so she left as soon as Jonathan had called. Tony and Angela had gotten a Dodge Caravan, and Mona had gotten herself a sporty little two-seater. Someday Angela would look at getting another Jaguar, but for now the Jeep and Caravan were hers and Tony's vehicles. Tony had already set up the babies' car seats in the van, and little Marie's was set up in Samantha and Hank's sedan. His focus now was on getting Angela safely to the hospital.

"We're almost there, sweetheart," Tony said when they were about five minutes away. "How are the contractions?"

"They're about seven minutes apart, Dad," Hank called out from the backseat.

"Jonathan, when I pull up, you go and grab a wheelchair, okay?"

"Got it Dad!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"And Hank, I'll go in with Angela and Sam, if you can park the car."

"Sure thing, Dad." Hank replied. "Jonathan, if you can stay with Sam, that'd be great."

"You bet I will!"

"Sweetheart, how are you doing?" Tony asked.

"Tony, it hurts so bad!" Angela said through labored breaths. "It wasn't like this with Jonathan."

"Just keep breathing, Mom. Two short and one long," Hank said. "Hee, hee, hoo. Hee, hee, hoo."

"Great job Mom," Sam said encouragingly.

"Okay, we're here!" Tony said as Jonathan hopped out to go grab a wheelchair.

It was a flurry of activity around Angela as she got into the wheelchair, Tony checked her in, she was wheeled up to labor and delivery, and she got into a hospital gown.

Dr. Shaw entered the room and examined Angela's progress. "Alright, Mrs. Micelli, it looks like you're dilatated eight centimeters, so it shouldn't be too much longer now."

"Will I still need a C-section, Doctor?" Angela inquired.

"As long as the babies are not in any distress, then no, you shouldn't need one."

"But isn't it too early for them?" Tony asked.

"No, Mr. Micelli. Your wife is at 38 weeks, so if they are ready to come, then the babies and your wife will be fine. Is there anyone else you'd like in the room with when you deliver?"

"My mother should be here soon, so I'd like her and Tony with me. If she isn't here in time, then I'd like our daughter Samantha in my mother's place."

"What is your mother's name?" Nurse Kaitlyn asked.

"Mona Robinson," Tony replied.

"Okay, I'll let the desk know."

Twenty minutes later Mona came running into the room. "Are they here yet?" she asked.

"No Mone, but it's almost time!" Tony excitedly exclaimed.

Dr. Shaw came back in to check on Angela. "Nine centimeters dilatated. Did you want the rest of your family to come see you before we head into the delivery room?"

"Yes Doctor, that'd be great." Angela said.

Shortly afterwards, Jonathan, Samantha, and Hank came into the room.

"Good luck Mom!" Jonathan said.

You've got this, Mom!" was Hank's response.

"You're gonna do great, Mom! And Dad, don't stress her out!" Samantha warned her father.

"Yes, honey, I won't. How are you feeling?" Tony asked his daughter.

"I'm okay. Marie is sure moving around a lot though. I wonder if she realizes where we are."

"Wouldn't it be something if they were all born at the same time," Jonathan stated.

"Well, you are at 35 weeks, so anything is possible. But you haven't had any contractions yet, so I think you'll be good for a while yet," Hank told Sam.

"That's true honey," Sam replied.