Page 89 of The Baby Twist
“That I won’t be able to do it and fail my children.”
“I think every parent feels that way. You are an amazing person and an amazing mother to Scarlett, and you will be just as amazing to Serena and Samuel. I love you more and more every day, and I will be by your side forever.”
Bringing my hand up to his face, I softly stroked it as I stared into his eyes. His lips were mere inches from mine until…
“Holy shit!” I placed my hands on my belly.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think I’m in labor.”
“Shit.” I’ll get dressed and grab your bag.
The pain was unreal and worse than what I had with Scarlett. I climbed out of bed and instantly fell to the floor. Lucas came running over and grabbed my arm.
“Babe, are you okay?”
“I was so looking forward to not experiencing this again.”
“I know, babe.” He helped me up.
“I already called a cab, and it’ll be here in five minutes.”
“What about Thaddeus?”
“He won’t get here in time.”
We took the elevator downstairs so I didn’t have to walk down, and when we stepped out the front door, the cab was waiting for us at the curb. I climbed in the back just as a contraction hit and screamed.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked.
“WHERE DO YOU THINK!” I shouted at him.
“Mount Sinai, please. And if you can really step on it, there will be a very big tip for you.”
“Got it,” he said as he pulled away from the curb and took off.
The guy was a total maniac, and for a second, I forgot about my contractions because I was too busy thinking about how I would die, pregnant with twins, in the back of a cab.
“Fast enough for you?” The cab driver asked with a smile as he pulled up to the emergency room.
“Yes. Thank you,” Lucas said as he handed him some cash.
I could tell he was stressed out. When we entered the ER, I had to stop because I was in pain. Immediately, I was taken up to the Labor & Delivery Unit. I was put in a room, and Lucas helped me change out of my clothes and into a gown. A nurse named Alexa walked in and hooked me up to the fetal monitor.
“Dr. Lewis is on her way in now.” She smiled. “Just try to relax.”
“I would if I wasn’t in so much pain.”
As I went through my contractions, Lucas stood there holding my hand.
“Why aren’t you talking? Why aren’t you telling me to breathe?!” I yelled at him.
“Because last time you threatened the shit out of me. I think it’s best if I don’t say anything.”
“Oh, my God. You’re such an asshole sometimes.”
“I know you don’t mean it, babe. It’s the pain talking.”
