Amanda had been complaining of cramps for most of the day. I had immediately started to panic, but she told me not to worry. Apparently it was normal, it had happened the first time round for her. I was new at the whole thing, I had no idea what normal was. I was still worrying.
And when I was woken at 3AM by Amanda's intensive tossing and turning, I knew something was definitely not right. She was sweating buckets all over the place and really didn't look too good.
"Mandy, babe." I gently shook her shoulder, but she was awake anyway.
"Yea-AHH!" She yelped out in pain and clutched her stomach.
"Babe, what is it?" I asked, clearly not thinking too straight at that moment. What did I think it was? I think I was just praying that I wasn't right.
"I think the babies are coming." She clutched onto her stomach, pain overtaking her face. I helped her sit up, but I don't think it exactly helped very much.
"What's wrong?" I looked over to the doorway and saw Mel standing there, clutching her teddy bear in one hand-if the circumstances had been different, I would have been making fun of her for it-and rubbing her eyes. I raced over to her, not really wanting to leave my fiancée's side, and knelt down on the floor.
"Mel, go do me and mommy a favor. Go call an ambulance."
"RYA-AAAAHHHHH-AN!" Amanda yelled from the bed as a strong contraction hit her.
"NOW!" I shouted at Mel before running back to Amanda and trying my best to comfort her. She kept screaming out and rubbing her stomach and squeezing my hand extra tightly. The best I could do was stay at her side.
Not long later and the ambulance had arrived. The paramedics came rushing into the bedroom where Amanda and I still were. Mel came running in behind them repeating the same question over and over again, "Are the devil spawn twins coming now?"
"MELISSA!" I shouted at her. She death glared me for using her full name, but didn't seem too taken back my shouting. I'd never really shouted at her before.
"Sorry, I just want to know." She cried out, storming out of the room. I wanted to chase after her, but I knew Amanda needed me just a bit more at that moment.
"Okay, we need to get you outside to the ambulance." A female paramedic told us. I nodded my head, but Amanda squeezed my hand harder, making me cry out in pain too. Woman had a strong grip.
"Mandy, baby, we need to get you to the ambulance." I tried to calm her.
"Okay." Her words came out shakily, her whole body looking already worn out. I gave another nod, this time to the paramedic who was sitting on the other side of Amanda. Slowly and gently, we helped Amanda off the bed and out the room.
It took a good ten minutes to get her down the stairs and out the door. We had to stop every time she cried out in pain because it got too much for her. I had a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that she was going to collapse.
"MEL!" I shouted out as we reached the bottom, remembering there was still an eleven-year-old in the house.
"Ca-ll H-Ha-ze-el!" Amanda panted, groaning in pain. I stumbled to find my cell, dialed the number under Spencer's house as soon as I had it in my hand. It rang a few times before a groggy voice answered.
"Amanda's gone into labor; get down here as soon as you can!" I yelled down the phone, still holding Amanda's hand with my free one.
"I'll be straight there!" Hazel called back down the phone before hanging up.
"We need to get her to the hospital now." The female paramedic told me. I nodded my head to her and then turned to Mel who had appeared by the ambulance doors.
"Mel, Hazel's on her way, stay here and she'll bring you down the hospital." I said to my daughter. I honestly didn't think that leaving her there was the wisest of choices, but it was the best one I had. I knew that Amanda would much rather me go with her for moral support and learn to trust Mel for five minutes while Hazel drive over from her place.
"Okay." She smiled, still half-asleep. I gave her a kiss on the head and the doors slammed shut.
It was nearing four AM when Hazel arrived to get me. She had a bulging stomach under her pajama top, but that didn't stop her running from the car to the house.
"Hello?" She called out. I ran to the front door from the living room and gave Hazel a hug. No reason; just needed a hug. "Mel, did they already leave?"
"Yeah, Ryan said you'd take me down the hospital to see them." My voice came out muffled because my head was resting on the baby bump. I was going to miss being able to do that with mom.
"Come on then, let's go see your brother and sister." I grabbed Hazel's hand and we ran back down to the car. Spencer was sitting behind the wheel, smiling his ass off for some reason. He was weird, but I liked him.
Spencer sped off as soon as we were both buckled into the car.
Luckily we didn't live very far away from the hospital, only a twenty minute drive. The three of us clambered out of the car and into the reception area, not going too fast for Hazel, but fast enough so we wouldn't miss anything.
"We're looking for Amanda McKenna, she just came in, you know, going into labor!" Hazel yelled, but it wasn't very loud because she was panting from the running. She wasn't too far from her own due date. The woman behind the counter typed away on the keyboard for a few minutes. I was gonna ask if she'd heard us, but then she spoke up,
"Follow the signs to the maternity ward and take a seat, someone will be out to see you shortly." She smiled at us, but it was the kind of smile that made me want to punch her. We rushed off the maternity ward, hoping that someone would be able to tell us something there. It took a lot of energy to walk all the way to the other side of the hospital, especially at half past four in the morning. I gave up halfway there and Spencer carried me on his back to the waiting room.
"Amanda, don't push until I tell you to." One of the nurses said. Amanda let out a moan. I knew she wasn't too happy about it.
"I JUST WANT THESE BABIES OUT OF ME!" She yelled, causing me to yelp out in pain from the pressure she was putting on my hand. I wiped my free one across Amanda's forehead, pushing her hair off her face. She still looked beautiful to me.
"It's okay, it's almost over." I assured her, kissing her knuckles.
"Okay, now, Amanda." My fiancée squeezed my hand extra tightly as she pushed tried to push the baby out. It took a couple of minutes, but our son soon came into the world. The nurses instantly snatched him away to clean him up so I didn't even get a good glance.
Amanda was able to take a little break as the second didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, but as soon as she started to possibly relax, it was time to go again.
She let out another scream as our daughter was on her way.
"Now, Amanda." The mid-wife told her. My hand was numb from all the pain she was putting on it, but I still squeezed back. I wanted to let Amanda know that I wasn't going anywhere.
The second baby cry sounded off and our daughter was brought into the world. Same as her brother, she was whisked away before I could see her.
Amanda was panting heavily and looked so weak and tired, but when our son was brought back into the room, she instantly brightened up. He was so small and fragile; I was scared to get too close. Amanda stared down at the bundle in her arms and smiled more than I had ever seen her smile before.
Then our daughter was brought in and placed in my arms. She was also tiny and fragile looking, but I smiled so much as I peered down at her face. Amanda says I looked like I was about to cry, but I still deny that fact.
She looked just like Amanda with the tanned skin and freckles, but she had my dark hair.
"Could you bring the three from the waiting room in, please." I asked the nurse. She smiled at me then went to get Mel, Hazel and Spencer.
"I think he looks like you." Amanda whispered to me. I looked over and saw that our son did look a lot like Mel and I.
"I think she's the perfect mixture of the two of us." I whispered back. I refused to take my eyes off either of them the whole time. I simply couldn't believe that they were in the world at least.
Mel came running in and jumped on the bed beside Amanda.
"Careful, Mel." I heard Amanda scold, but I wasn't paying a lot of attention to her, as per usual.
"Aww, they're so small!" My eldest daughter cooed over her two younger siblings. "Can I hold one, please?" She begged, holding her arms out.
"Be quiet." Amanda told her, handing over our son to her sister. She looked quite mesmerized by the little thing in her arms, having a hard time adjusting to her new role as a sister.
"What's his name?" She asked, I looked up to Amanda and she gave me a nod.
"Kyle." I told her. "Kyle James Ross."
"Hi, Kyle. I'm your big sister, Mel." She smiled down at her brother. "And, no matter what, I'm going to teach you how to out prank daddy." We all laughed quietly at her, but Mel didn't seem to understand why. "So, what's my sister's name?" She had handed her brother over to Hazel.
"Destiny Michelle Ross." Amanda told her. I smiled at the name she had picked out for our beautiful daughter. We had agreed on them a while back, but had refused to tell Mel what they were until then.
"Destiny? Really?" It was Mel's turn to laugh.
"Yeah." I told her, handing the baby in my arms over to Amanda and scooping our eldest onto my lap. "Because Destiny brought us together as a family." I explained to her. It had a double meaning behind it and I knew Mel was confused about it all.
"I think that's a fair reason." Hazel said, happily smiling down at the baby in her arms.
"Now we've only got to get through it as a family to survive." I kissed Amanda's forehead, hoping we would survive as a family.