High Voltage

It’s been more than a month since Alex had the twins. Two wonderful boys, who actually looked like baby hamsters, but what do I know, right? River and Owen. How on earth can they tell them apart is beyond me. I still think Matt can’t. What makes me think that? Other than the fact that he actually told me? Maybe that thing where he calls either of them ‘kid’? To be dead honest, I’d do the same goddamn thing if I had twins. You can’t fucking tell them apart. Trust me. Right now even when I’m looking at Alex and Matt holding those little hamsters, I have no fucking clue who’s who. But the joy in their parents’ eyes is what truly matters. I have never seen Matt this... this happy.

„So you still have no clue who you’re expecting?” Alex raised her greens at me from the little hamster she was feeding the bottle.

„Nope,” I popped the ‘p’, resting my hand on my bump, „Brian says it’s a boy – I say it’s a girl.” The eternal battle.

„Speaking of which, where is Gates?” Matt asked. Oh I don’t know, maybe where he’s been for the last couple of days? On the goddamn couch? I swear he hadn’t even moved over the past days. Remember a couple months ago he hooked me up with producing his little sisters band? Well, he decided to do it himself since I’m too close to the kid popping out and he forbids me from doing practically anything. Today I had to beg to go to the grocery store and buy some food.

„Home.” I answered simply.

„And he let’s you drive all alone?” Alex frowned.

I rolled my eyes. „Yea, I wish. He talked McKenna into driving me around.”

„Then where is she?” Matt leaned back to peek through the window. „You didn’t fucking leave her in the car, did you?”

„No,” What the hell did he take me for? It wasn’t me who didn’t like the girl. It was the other way around. „She drove to meet a friend.”

„You figured out what you’re gonna call the little one?” Alex questioned. My eyes locked on the little Sanders Alexis was holding. A baby hamster perhaps? Would be fitting, don’t you think? Or a pain in the bladder, ‘cause god knows the kid was very nippy about causing those problems.

I sighed. „Brian was thinking on continuing the tradition by calling him Brian. Which is dumb if you ask me, Brian’s already Brian Haner junior so what the hell would he be then, Brian Haner junior junior?” I grimaced in disgust, before shaking my head, „No. But then again I don’t have to worry ‘cause we’re not having a son. She’ll be called Nina. After gran’s mom.”

„Nina Haner?” Matt’s eyes stayed fixed on me.

„Yea.” I nodded with a small smile, „I figured to throw away my last name. It was my choice to remain ‘Hills’. She’s all Brian’s.”

I was sort of excited to meet the little one, but then again I was scared shitless of the actual labor. It was about time for her to crawl her way in to the world so I kinda thought it would be wise to be in hospital, but the docs said I was a-okay and don’t need to stay in those depressing four walls. I had lost a couple of pounds that got me a bit worried, but the doctor said it’s common. That means we’re getting close. And the contractions. I had something they called Braxton-Hicks contractions which up until getting pregnant I didn’t even know existed. I thought contractions appeared only when you were in the actual process, turns out I’m the fucking unluckiest human being and I was bound to experience them weeks before the delivery. And this day seemed to top them all. I was miserable, felt weak, had the annoying and painful contractions – felt like someone was tattooing my insides, like really contouring the absolute shit out of them, but it was not time yet so I wasn’t that worried about it.

Or maybe I should. When I lost the previous baby, I too didn’t give a single fuck what was happening to me, so maybe I should start worrying. Now when I think my waters broke, and my heartbeat went up.

„Guys?” I could feel all color washing away from my face, „I think I need to go to the hospital...”

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„Where’s Brian?!” I yelled, piercing my nails into Alex’s arm, fighting with what I thought was the worst pain imaginable. It felt like someone was having a very fierce mambo with my insides. Jesus fucking Christ... Forget Brian, where’s gran with her herbal medicine?

„He’s on his way, hun, just hold on,” She cooed.

„Hold on?” I screamed, „Hold fucking on? Shit...” I breathed, feeling the pain pull back a little. I dropped back on the pillows, exhausted from the agony the little bundle of fucking pain had put me in to. „I swear Alex, I can’t fucking handle this,” I spoke weakly, feeling couple of tears sliding down my cheeks. „Please, just get me all drugged up, call the nurses or... fuck... shit, here we go again...”

„Relax, doll,” She spoke warmly, with a small smile on her face. Smile? Why the fuck was she smiling, didn’t see notice what kinda pain I was in? „Remember that time when we did your chest piece in one session? You sat through it, you’re badass, you can do this,”

I shook my head furiously, no I couldn’t fucking do this, no, no, no,no... I needed something to relieve the pain. „Alex, p-please...”

„Stop whining, woman!” She finally snapped, „I pushed out two fucking watermelons, don’t be a freaking sissy!”

„I’m not you!” I screamed, feeling the worst of the worst contractions hit me like there’s no tomorrow.

„Just focus on your breathing... In and out, love, in and ou—„

My hand shot up to grab her by the collar as I pulled her down on me, before I hissed in her face, „Get me the fucking epidural!”

„So Megan, how are we feeling?” The doctor walked in with a smile on his face. Why did I get the picture of everyone enjoying the view of me in extreme agony.

„Doc, if you ... if you don’t, fuck... if you don’t fucking do something about the pain, I will fucking cut you open and feed your intestines to the stray dogs!”

„That good, huh?” He sneered. I shot him a death glare, „Okay, I’ll see what I can do about it. How’s the contractions? More regular by now?”

„I’m crying, how do you think it is?”

„Good,” He said, writing something down in his notes, „Good. Great actually. If we keep it up like this, the baby’s gonna be out in the next fifteen minutes.”

Next fifteen minutes? I wanted it out right fucking now!

„Meg?” Brian’s deep, yet stressed timbre chimed from the doorway, „Meg, baby, I got here as fast as I could!”

„I will fucking kill you, Brian!” I screamed, gripping on to Alex’s hand even tighter, feeling the contractions tear me inside out. He walked closer, water dripping from the tips of his hair. So I guess Matt had dragged him straight out of the shower?

„You’re the soon to be father, I assume?” The doctor addressed Brian.

„Yea,” he sighed, brushing his fingers through those dark bangs.

„She’s a feisty one,” Doc sneered, trying to lighten up the mood in the room. Well he fucking sucked at it, ‘cause that little remark just pissed me off!

„I know,” Brian smiled, moving closer to me, „That’s why I married her.”

Brian tapped on Alexis’ shoulder as if saying he’s taking over from then and took my hand in his, „So how is she, doc?”

„She’s doing great. If she keeps it up like this, no epidural will be needed and the kid will be out in the next couple of minutes.”

„You heard that, Meg? That’s great news.” Brian smiled.

As for me? My jaw just hung open. Great news? Great fucking news?! NO EPIDURAL? I just fucking requested for an epidural! What kind of good for nothing doctor this guy actually was? I wanted that anesthesia, I asked for it, I’m paying loads of dough for this, give me my fucking epidural, goddammit! Without another word the doctor along with Alex left the room. She gave me one last wink before going out to meet Matt.

My eyes locked on Brian, „This is all your fault!”

„My fault?” His eyebrows raised as he took a seat on the chair next to the bed.

„You fucking knocked me up!” He shot me that amused, cocked eyebrow. Oh did he find this whole situation amusing? „I’m fucking divorcing your ass, Haner!”

„Oh please,” He scoffed, waving me off, „Once you threatened me with a restraining order,”

„I was this close,” I showed a tiny gap between my index finger and thumb, before continuing, „from actually getting it.”

„But you didn’t,” He sneered.

„I hate you so goddamn much, Brian Haner!” I screamed through tears.

„No you don’t,” He grinned. Oh that self-centered jerk, he’s so gonna get it... when this all is over of course.

„You find this all funny, don’t you?” I hissed through gritted teeth. Wait a minute... was he pissing me off within a reason? What kinda lousy good for nothing husband was he?! He was supposed to rub my back and whisper sweet nothings in my ear not piss me off in order to keep my mind off the pain! You have to love him for it tho, but nevertheless, that’s not what good husbands do!

„A bit,” He agreed, that wide grin strongly engraved in his face, „Come on, you’re strong, this is piece of cake for you,”

„Piece of cake?” I winced in pain, almost not being able to distinguish if I’m in constant pain or there are indeed brake’s in between the contractions, „You want to switch places? ‘Cause I’m fucking down for it!” And apparantly my new favorite word was ‘fucking’.

I was so exhausted from the agony that I didn’t even notice when the doc and the nurses came in and were telling me to push.

Push? Are you crazy? It felt like I didn’t even have the strength to breathe, what kinda pushing are we even talking about? But somehow, out of sheer luck and because of some kind of unearthly power, I did in fact push. It felt like the kid did some irreversible damage down south, but man was I glad when I heard those deafening cries.

„Congratulations, you just delivered a gorgeous baby girl,” I heard the doc say from what it seemed like a far distance. I would’ve rolled my eyes if I had the actual strength to do so. Right now I couldn’t even keep them open.

„Oh please, doc, newborns are anything, but—„ I cut myself off when I felt something warm land on my chest. I forced my eyes to open and I saw the most perfect creation laying on top of me. You could hold a gun barrel to my temple and force me to tell she looked like a baby hamster and I still wouldn’t do it, ‘cause she didn’t. Sure she was all wrinkled and seemed like she despised every human being, but she was perfect. Just then I noticed Brian’s small smirk.

„You were saying?” That dick.

„I was saying,” I spoke weakly, my eyes locking on the little bundle of love on my chest, „that daddy’s a dick, baby girl.”

„Meg!” He exclaimed, followed by silent laughter from the medical staff.

„...but he loves you more than anything on the world.”

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