EDITED: 21st March 2019.

8 and a half months later.

6th January 2020.

Brooklyn.

I try to keep my breathing labored as the pain seems to become unbearable. The female doctor wears her gloves and peeks at my Vajajay to see how much I dilated.

"Okay, it seems you are ready. Push when I will tell you to." She says and I nod down at her, feeling myself become nervous but excited at the same time to see our twins.

Devin squeezes my hand and the doctor orders me to push. I push and push until the doctor says, "You are almost there. Keep pushing!" I ignore the pain and keep pushing until a cry echoes the room.

"It's a BOY!" The doctor loudly says and I almost sob in happiness. My little boy. Through blurry vision I see Devin's shaking hand cutting the umbilical cord and I then hold my son to my chest for a few minutes. Devin rubs Noah's little head before he is taken to get cleaned.

Devin blinks away the tears and I take a deep breath. His hand slips into mine again and we ready ourselves for another birth.

The doctor then looks at my..Vajajay...once again and says, "Look's like baby no. 2 is ready as well. Push now!"

I scream once more as our daughter's head comes into view and the doctor yells at me to keep pushing. I squeeze Devin's hand tightly and he winces above me. I look up at him and glare, "You did this to me--AHHHH!" I scream as with a final push, another cry resonates in the room.

I fall back on the bed exhaustedly and Devin cuts the umbilical cord of our daughter. The doctor lets me hold her in my arms. Tears of joy flow out of my eyes and I look up at Diavolo, only to see him smiling down at us. After a few precious moments with her, they take her to get her cleaned.

"You did very good baby," Devin says and smiles down at me, wiping the sweat from my forehead with a napkin. I smile back tiredly and he says,

"Sleep darling, I'll wake you up in a few hours."

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Diavolo.

I sit on the sofa in the hospital room, feeling my heart swarm with glee every other minute.

Our children, our babies. Our twins. The two precious creations Brooklyn and I made together were born. Finally.

The past 8 and a half months of Brooklyn's pregnancy were bittersweet torture. From her mood swings and weird cravings to her horniness, everything was an amazing journey.

I looked at my wife who was sleeping soundly on the bed and couldn't thank her anymore. She gave me this gift.

When we found out that we were having twins, a girl and boy to be exact, Brooklyn was ecstatic. I was too but Brooklyn's happiness was over the f*cking moon.

And I knew why. She wouldn't just be a mother to a daughter alone or a son alone. She would get to experience parenting them both.

She had her fears, that she wouldn't be a good mother and honestly, I did too. I mean, what if I turned out to be a messed up father like my dad?

But Brooklyn helped through it. She calmed my nerves and assured me I was nothing like my jerk of a father. And I assured her that she would be an amazing mother. Which I had no doubt about.

The door opened and our 2 precious bundles of happiness came in. They were inside separate glass containers, sleeping and breathing peacefully just like their momma.

The nurses who brought them in left the room and I stood in front of my little ones. Noah, as we had decided to name our son was sleeping with his face scrunched and body tense. Joanna, our daughter, on the other hand, seemed to be fine. Her face and posture were relaxed.

I smiled at them both and my eyes welled up. I didn't think crying was pathetic or for the weak anymore. Brooklyn changed that, she changed me.

She brought out the good in me.

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*2 days later.* At the hospital.

Diavolo.

I woke up to a crying sound and immediately got up from the sofa in the hospital room, on high alert. I looked around to see Brooklyn feeding Noah while Joanna was crying and thrashing around in her crib.

She looked at me helplessly, while rocking Noah who was breastfeeding. I understood her silent plead, walking to Joana and picked her up, cooing at her. She stopped crying and looked at me with her doe hazel eyes.

She got Brooklyn's eyes.

I smiled down at her and she sucked on her bottom lip, I wiped her little tears away and rocked her back and forth moving around the room.

The room became silent and after a few minutes, Noah pulled away from Brooklyn's nipple. She gestured me to give her Joana and I did so while picking up Noah and helping him burp.

I held him vertically, placing his head on my shoulder and patted his back. When he burped, I removed his head from my shoulder and he grinned toothlessly. His eyes opened and I grinned right back.

And he got my eyes.

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*later that day.*

Brooklyn.

I was getting discharged from the hospital today and I couldn't be any happier to go home with our babies. I sat on the hospital bed, the twins in their car seats ready for their dad to come. The baby bag was packed and resting on my shoulder.

Devin entered the room after a few minutes. He had gone to sign some paperwork.

He smiled at me and kissed me lightly before grabbing the bag from me and pulling the strap over his shoulder. He grabbed the handles of both the car seats of our twins and started walking out.

I shook my head at his antics, knowing if I said I wanted to catch anything he's reply would be that I am too exhausted. Or that I shouldn't carry stuff because I am a queen.

Yeah, he was cheezy like that.

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I entered the nursery as Devin kept his palms on my eyes and guided me. The past 8 months he hadn't even let me step a foot near this room, saying he wanted it to be a surprise for me and the babies.

I was reluctant but then I agreed. My curiosity would always raise and I would glance at the room every now and then, wondering what the inside looked like but before I could even get near the door Devin would stop me.

He removed his hands from my eyes and whispered in my ear, letting his hands roam on my hips, "Surprise."

He chuckled into my ear at the awe-struck expression on my face.



(imagine there's a chair to sit as well and the room isn't as congested as this one. also, dis-include the toys on the floor since Noah and Joanna aren't old enough for those.)

"It's beautiful, Devin." I gasp out and feel my hormones go haywire as I start to sob in happiness.

Devin notices and immediately pulls me closer to him, "Hey, hey. Why are you crying?" He asks, worriedly and I shake my head as tears continue to pour out my eyes.

"I-I don't know. It must be the hormones." I say and take a deep breath to calm myself. He chuckles and wipes off my tears.

I walk further into the room only to see the twins sleeping peacefully in their respectful cribs. I look at Devin with a smile, "When did you put them in?" I ask and he grins.

"When you were taking a shower. I changed their diaper and clothes. Wrapped them in their bundle and rocked them to sleep." He says and my heart swarms with the familiar butterflies I always feel when I am with him.

And yes, he took extra parental classes to become a good father. Which I had no doubt he would be. With or without the classes.

I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, looking up at him. "You are going to be an amazing dad, you know," I say truthfully and he just smiles, leaning down. He gives me an Eskimo kiss,

"Just like you would be an amazing mom."

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

the first bonus chapter of TGID is finally here! who didn't expect twins? ;)

their names are Noah Ale Francesco and Joanna Aida Francesco.

also babies are so cute. i think i have baby-fever. i keep browsing baby pictures and smiling at their little faces creepily.

i swear i am not a pedophile.

guys, i have a major request! please visit my Inkitt account and read TGID there. throw in some comments, reviews and leave a like. it would mean so much to me.

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