First off! I wanted to apologize for my severe disappearance! I'm still here, I just lost interest in writing, and couldn't get any idea's. But here I am, and here's a new part :) <3
I wake up to the beeping of a hospital heart monitor. I sigh, and roll onto my side, and feel around for my babies. The defined bump between my hips is still there, but bigger. I rub my hand over my belly as if comforting the two little beings inside me. I here someone come into the room, my mom. She freezes at the door and almost drops the hot coffee onto the clean white floor.
"... Ni-k-ttaa" she says in a shaky voice.
"Mom." I say bursting out in tears.
She runs over to me and cradles me, putting my head onto her chest.
"Mommy, I'm so sorry." I say feverishly.
"Oh baby. What are you sorry for?"
"You're missing work aren't you?" I say eyeing her pink and purple scrubs.
"No, Steve has been giving me breaks to come see you."
"Well, that's nice of him." I say smiling at her.
"Sure is." she says holding me tighter.
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Dr. Burke comes into my room, with a stethascope around his neck, with worry knotted into his forehead.
"How do you feel?" he questions me urgently.
"I feel fine. I want to go home, and I'm hungry, but fine."
"Your twins went through a great deal of stress. You had to have two blood transfusions, and reconstructive surgery on your forearm."
"Oh god." I look down and see my arm bandaged, in white gauze.
"Your attacker was found two hours later at a local coffee shop. He seemed to have no recollection of what happened. He is believed to be a paranoid schizophrenic, and is in the state mental health center."
I let out a small squeal through my lips, and shake my head.
"You've been out for a month and a half."
My lips part, but I don't say anything.
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***TWO MONTHS LATER**
I'm finally out of the hospital. I've been browsing baby clothes. Pink and blue because it's a boy and girl.
The woman at the front counter tells me congratulations and hands me the bag full of pink and blue shoes and onezies. I smile and walk away, I gently rub my tummy, and say to myself.
"I can't wait to meet you Oliver and Olivia."
I grin from ear to ear.
HEY!! HERE IS THE NEW PART!
I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW SHORT IT IS!
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My Name is NikitaTeen Fiction
Nikita is an average 17 year old girl. She goes to school, does her homework, and goes to be. She is shockingly beautiful, but she is hiding a secret, one that changes her life... Forever.