I watched the flashing lights of the ambulance light up the night as I was gently but quickly wheeled into the vehicle. I layed my head back and rubbed my belly. My babies were on their way into the world. I was just as happy as I was worried.

They would be nearly a month early and I hoped that both of them would be alright. On the other hand, I was so excited to hold mine and Jimmy's babies once they were here.

I heard a commotion coming from the open doors of the ambulance. I looked up to see all five of the guys trying to push their way in through the door. One of the poor paramedics was trying to stop them.

"Please, only one of you can ride with her," he was saying. "Which one of you is the father?"

They all replied at the same time with "I am!"

Usually I would have smiled at this, but I was in labor! The paramedic and I both groaned and he turned to me. "I'm sorry miss, which one is the father?"

I leaned my head up and locked my eyes on Jimmy. "The tall goofy-looking one," I said.

Jimmy placed his hands on his hips and pouted. "Hey! I'll have you know that, besides you, I am the sexiest one here!"

I rolled my eyes. "Jimmy, get your skinny ass in here now and LET'S GOOO!!" The last part had ended in a scream because a contraction had ripped through my body. When it was over, I leaned back and breathed heavily. Fuck those hurt!

Jimmy had immediately jumped into the ambulance and sat down next to me. The paramedic quickly shut the doors and gave the ok to leave. I turned my head and gave my husband a weak smile and he squeezed my hand.

"Our babies will be here soon, Jimmy," I said.

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. "I can't wait, Brookie. You're gonna be the best mommy ever."

I opened my mouth to reply but only yelled as another contraction came. The paramedic looked at me with worry. "Those contractions are pretty close together. Those babies are ready now. We'll get you to the hospital very soon. Two minutes at the max."

Jimmy squeezed my hand and leaned in close. "It'll be ok, Duckie. We'll meet our babies, soon."

I smiled at him. "I love you, Jimmy Sullivan."

"I love you too, Brooke Sullivan," he said, kissing me.

Once we arrived at the hospital, I was quickly wheeled into the emergency room. Jimmy was still holding my hand and keeping up with the nurses who were pushing me. He was on the phone with one of the guys, and when he hung up he smiled down at me.

"Everyone will be here soon, Brookie," he said and I squeezed his hand.

The staff had hooked me up to an IV and I was starting to feel weak but I had to stay alert in order to get this done. I saw Doctor Dude hurry in and smiled at us.

"Well hello, you two," he said as he shook Jimmy's had. "Babies are coming early?"

Jimmy nodded. "Brooke was under...stress."

"Ah...well, I was told that the contractions are very close together so you must be almost ready," The doctor said as he looked down there to see how dilated I was. "Oh yes, we're ready."

Another contraction ripped through and I screamed. This was so fucking painful! "Hurry up!" I yelled out and Jimmy came in close.

"Baby, I know it hurts," he said. "But please don't yell at the doctor."

I whipped my head towards him and glared. "Don't you fucking tell me what to do James Owen Sullivan! I have to push out two of these things so you go directly to Hell!!"

Doctor Dude chuckled lightly. "Don't worry about it, Jimmy. I've done this so many times and they always yell and swear."

I leaned my head up and focused my glare on him. "You shut up too, you fucking cuntloogie and get these babies out of me!"

The doctor's eyes got wide and he looked to Jimmy for help and he laughed. "Yeah, doc, she's colorful when she's hurting or angry," Jimmy said and I tightened my grip on his hand making him hiss in pain.

"I'll show you colorful if both of you don't FUCKING SHUT UP!!!" I screamed.

"Brookie, I love you," Jimmy said doubling over since I was still hurting his hand. "But I'm a drummer. I need that hand!"

I loosened my hold on him a bit and he stood up straight and thanked me. I only nodded weakly. My heart rate was slowing down but it was time to push so that's what I did.

"Alright, Brooke," Doctor Dude said. "I've got the head and shoulders. One more push and we'll have this one out!"

I gathered up all of my strength for one more push and I felt a release as the doctor pulled out the first of the two. Jimmy leaned forward to see which one it was and he smiled.

"It's the boy!" he said. "Our little Dominic!"

Jimmy cut the cord and our screaming little boy was handed off to a nurse to be cleaned up. Jimmy faced me with the biggest grin. "He's got a set of lungs, that boy."

I nodded. "Like his daddy."

Doctor Dude got ready to deliver the girl. "Alright, Brooke. Let's bring your little girl into the world."

*Jimmy's POV*

I looked down at Brooke and rose an eyebrow. She was getting pale but she was smiling up at me. We had a little boy and now our girl was on her way. I rubbed my free hand down her arm as she started to push for a second time.

"Come on baby," I said to my wife. "I want to meet our little Amaya."

I smiled at the names we had picked for our children. It was Dominic Brian and Amaya Valary Sullivan. We had kept the names from our friends so it would be a surprise.

Brooke's grip on my hand was getting weaker and I focused on her but she was still pushing. She didn't look so good, but of course what did I know about women in labor?

"Ok, Brooke! Last one!" Doctor Dude said. "Last push and we're done."

Brooked groaned loudly ending in a scream and I heard tiny crying. I looked down and saw the doctor holding my screaming daughter in his hands. Even covered in nasty crap, she was just as gorgeous as her mother.

A nurse handed the scissors to me so I could cut the cord for the second time and they wrapped Amaya up and took her to be cleaned.

I turned to smile at Brooke but the smile was wiped away as I saw her lean her head back and close her eyes like all the fight had gone out of her. I moved to her side and grabbed her hand but there was no response.

Then I heard the most horrifying noise I could ever hear: her heart monitor had flat-lined.

I tried to shake her. "Brooke?! Brooke! Wake up!"

Doctor Dude and several nurse pushed me out of the way as they circled around my wife and tried to get her heart started up again.

I heard: "Get the crash cart!" come from somewhere but all of my attention was focused on my unresponsive wife.

I kept calling out her name until I was pushed out of the door and i tried to fight to get back into the room. I felt two pairs of arms wrap around me but I barely noticed. I only wanted to be by her side.

"Brooke! BROOKE! NOOO! BROOKE!!!!"

Notes

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