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Epilogue: Double Trouble

                (Ethan’s POV)

                                “Medical City, Stat.” I swear I was going to go into cardiac arrest in the next fifteen seconds if this dumb taxi driver didn’t drive at lightning speed. He was taking his time as if there wasn’t a pregnant lady about to have her child in the back of the seat.  We were both panicking as shit, and the taxi driver had the audacity to ask us where we are from. Okay, that’s a stupid reason to get angry, but I was so about to pee in my pants. We were having a baby. No we weren’t having one baby. Nope. We were having two. I remember asking Naina if the first baby was mine, and the other belong to someone else.

                Don’t ever and I mean ever joke about that.

                Naina ended up crying for fifteen minutes straight that night. Honestly she is been a lunatic since she got pregaunt. I guess she has the right to be because she has to take care of three human beings, but there was so much a man could take. Honestly I think I made ten, three o’clock, sardine runs. Not ice-cream runs. No she had a craving for fish. She would get so emotional at the most randsomest times.  One time I was cooking her favorite, and she started crying how lucky she was to have a husband like me. It was nice to get appreciated, but she was just acting weird.

                These last nine months have been a roller coaster ride. I could handle Naina, but I couldn’t handle the fact that one of our children wouldn’t make it. The doctor told us that one of the babies is experiencing difficulties with their heart. It’s not fully growing or maturing, and it can have multiple complications. This is one of the reasons Naina refused to want to name the baby, or figure out the gender. She said she couldn’t get attached beforehand. I thought it was kind of stupid because she was the mother, Naina wanted not to be attached, but it was inevitable she was going to be.

                I felt her squeeze my hand to where it became numb. “Ethan it hurts.” She said with tears in her eyes. I just nodded not knowing how to calm her down. It hurt that I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to stop the pain, but I was useless. I wish I could just give birth to one of the babies for her. When we got to the hospital I slowly put her into a wheel chair.

                “You did this to me Ethan! You did this to me! I am going to kill you! Lets just take a moonlight walk down the beach whats the harm he said. Now look where we are, I am having not one child, but two!” She yelling and throwing her hands in the air earing multiple glares from people. We finally got settled into one of the rooms, and she told me to wait outside because her family should be coming soon.

                When Naina’s family walked in they were all in tears. I guess the first grandkids does that to people. Her dad who tended to avoid me at all cost was now hugging me. I didn’t really know how to respond, so I just let my arms off to the side.

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Four hours later

                (Naina POV)

                At this point I wish someone had shot me five times in the arm, because the pain wouldn’t be that bad compared to what I am experiencing right now. I just wanted them to come out, but Nope the doctor said just a little bit more time.

                How much time does he need!!

                The door slammed open, and we saw my three best friends, Raj, Sal, and Aman. Aman was holding a sign that said ‘welcome to the world baby it’.

                “What is up with the it?” I asked pointing to the word.

                “We weren’t sure if it was a boy or girl, so Aman thought it would be smart to put it.” Sal said rolling her eyes dramatically. I shook my head at the stupidity. 

                “Hey at the time it sounded like a smart idea.” He defended.  Raj walked towards me and held my hand.

                “I would ask you how you are feeling, but that would be a stupid question. I can’t believe I am going to be an uncle.” He said as he dipped down to kiss me on the forehead.

                “Yo Naina, what do you think hurts more, getting kicked in the ball, or giving birth?” I looked towards Aman wanting to strangle his neck.

                The doctor walked in before I had the chance to jump on Aman, and strangle him with my bare hands. Everyone walked out, while the doctors went to check on me. He looked underneath the covers ,and then back at me.

                “It’s time.”

***

8 hours later

                “It’s a boy.” The doctor screamed, and I started crying in relief because it was healthy. When the nurses told my father I could hear him screaming in joy. It was the first boy in the family. Ethan held my hand. I think we both wanted to be happy, but we were so scared for the next baby. They were in great danger, and they didn’t even have a chance to enter the world.

30 minutes later.

                When she came out of me, I couldn’t breathe. She was perfectly fine, but I couldn’t  breathe. I couldn’t feel myself. I guess the doctors got it wrong. She wasn’t in danger. I was.

***

(Ethan’s POV)

                They kicked me out of the door because patients family members couldn’t watch their loved one dying. She couldn’t leave me. She couldn’t leave me. She had to be here. She had to be here to raise her children. She had to be the mother that she always wanted to be. She couldn’t leave. She promised she wouldn’t leave me.

***

                Three Days later.

(Third person).

                Two babies were born, but no one cared. It was as if no one was happy that they were alive. Everyone couldn't talk. No one could whisper. No one knew how to handle the situation. They thought they lost her.

                They almost lost her.

                She was weak. She was fragile. She couldn’t even move at time. Her husband couldn’t even let her go of his sight without feeling she would pass away. She reassures him that nothing was going to happen to her, but he would just shake his head and cradle him in her arms. He loved her so much. He could never watch him leave him in front of his eyes. She was everything to him, and to even think she could pass away scared him to his own grave.

                The nurse rolled in the babies. Its feeding time she said. She left both of them alone. The mom grabbed her baby. The first born. The boy.

                “Ethan we have to name him. We had a deal you know. You got to name it if it was a boy, and I got to name it if it was a girl.” She said cradling the little monster in his arms. He looked just like his father except his eyes. He had skin as white as milk. He had the fattest cheeks, and hands.  He had light brown silky hair. Even though he was so young, she knew he would be his father. She just knew.

                “Ryan. I want to name him Ryan.”  Was all he said before taking him into his arms. He couldn’t help, but smile as the tiny creature held onto him for dear life. The mother grabbed the girl. She was so scared something would happen to her. The doctors said she was healthy, but the mom just knew that she would always be in trouble. It was as if it was a sixth sense that she knew her child before they even knew themselves.

                “Naina please don’t name it a hardcore Indian name. I want to be able to pronounce my daughter’s name.”  The mom looked down at her. She saw a light in her. She didn’t cry in the last three days except the day she was born. She always smiled. She never looked sad. She was a mixture of both of her parents. She was so beautiful. Her green eyes blended so well with her tan skin. Her curls slowly hanged down from her face. She was perfect.

                She was a ray of sunshine. She knew anytime she would look at her, she would have thought how they both survived. She gave her hope.

                “Hope. I want to name her Hope.”

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IT’S OFFICALLY OVER. WOW CAN YOU BELIEVE IT BECAUSE I CAN’T. NAINA AND ETHAN’S STORY IS OVER. I THINK I AM ABOUT TO CRY, BUT NOW I WILL GET THE CHANCE TO WRITE ABOUT THEIR DAUGHTER. I AM SO EXCITED.

WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK? WAS IT A GREAT WAY TO END IT?  WERE YOU GUYS ABOUT TO CRY WHEN I ALMOST KILLED OFF NAINA! WOULDN’T THAT BE EVIL OF ME!!!