“You’re pregnant?” he repeats as a question.
“I’m pregnant,” I repeat. “But that’s not all.”
His eyebrows shoot up.
“What do you mean, ‘that’s not all’?”
I literally crawl into his lap and sit face to face with him. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me in place.
“Just tell me, Lindsay.”
“Do you want a girl or a boy?”
“Honest to god, it doesn’t matter. I just want you and our baby healthy.”
“Good answer,” I say, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “What if I told you, you could get a boy and a girl, or two boys, or two girls?”
“Shut up!” he says loudly. “Twins?” I nod my head and he jumps up from the couch with me still wrapped around him.
“We’re having twins?”
“Yes!”
“Oh my god, we’re having twins!” He sets me down and holds my face before leaning in to kiss me. “I love you,” he says against my lips. “I’ve never loved anything as much as I love you.”
“That’s about to change,” I mumble back against his lips.
I wake to a sharp pain in my back and groan as I try to reposition myself for the twelfth time tonight amongst the sea of pillows. Another sharp pain takes my breath away and I gasp loudly. Matt sits straight up out of a dead sleep.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” I groan. “Sharp pains in my back.”
Matt shifts pillows and moves closer to me. “Let me rub your back.” I prop a pillow under my belly and lie on my right side. Matt rubs my lower back, paying special attention to the area that the pain is coming from.
“That feels good,” I mumble just before another pain courses through me. “God dammit,” I bite out.
“I think you need to call Reagan.”
“It’s just back pain. It’s too early for me to have the babies. I’m only thirty-four weeks.”
“Call her,” he orders me. I reach for my cell phone, which is sitting on the nightstand, and scroll through the call list, pressing Reagan’s number. In three rings, she answers, but I hand the phone to Matt when another wave of back pain hits me.
“She’s in a lot of pain,” I hear him tell her. I close my eyes and try to take a deep, cleansing breath. I push myself up to a sitting position and do my best to lean forward in hopes of stretching my lower back. Standing up, I begin waddling to the bathroom, when I feel the warmth begin running down my leg.
“Matt,” I say, trying to get his attention. He’s lost in conversation with Reagan when I finally yell louder. “Matt!” He turns his head quickly just before I hear an “Oh shit.”
“Need some help here.”
“Reagan, I think her water broke. Oh my god, what do I do?” He’s freaking out and, for some reason, this strikes me funny. I begin laughing so hard that I bend over slightly, causing more water to leave me, running down my leg.
“Oh my god, it keeps coming,” he’s yelling into the phone to Reagan. My always calm, cool, and collected husband is freaking out, and I’m laughing.
“Why are you laughing? What is wrong with you?” he’s yelling at me. I don’t know if it’s exhaustion or the situation, but I can’t stop laughing. Matt hands me the phone and runs to the bathroom, pulling towels out from under the vanity. He throws them at my feet and orders me not to move.
“Ready, Mama?” Reagan asks me.
“Ready,” I reply, still laughing at Matt.
“Meet you in OB triage in about a half-hour. Tell your husband to calm his ass down.” She laughs before hanging up the phone. Matt is pulling clothes out of drawers and stuffing them into an overnight bag.
“We are not ready,” he says, shoving more items into the bag. I waddle carefully to the bathroom to clean myself up and change before leaving. Twenty minutes later, we’re entering the hospital and being checked in. A few minutes later, I’m in a room, hooked up to every known monitor ever made and an IV bag delivering fluids. The contractions are slow at first, coming every seven to eight minutes, but as the evening progresses, they strengthen and come every two to three minutes.#p#分页标题#e#
Matt paces the room and honestly provides comedic relief for me while I labor. “Haven’t you delivered babies before on the side of the road?” I ask him in between contractions.
“Totally different,” he barks at me. “It wasn’t you. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”
I breathe through another contraction and, before I know it, my room is full of family. Landon and the girls are here and my mom and Louis just arrived. Everyone is quiet and respectful, but Reagan orders them all down the hall to the private waiting suite.