Cowgirl Up Three ✔️

Chapter Five

Kylie left us alone, but not before reaching up to give my shoulder a squeeze.
I could practically count on one hand the amount of times my Mother has hugged me throughout my life.
Right in front of me now, she added an extra time to that list, tears sparkling in her green eyes as she stepped up and stretched her arms up to wrap them around my shoulders.
I wasn't a Mummy's Boy, because I'd practically never had a relationship with her, being only four years old when tragedy took her first born Son from us.
She broke away as a Mother and even now, I still didn't really have an understanding of how one could just push away their other Child.
But there was something comforting about her being here now and wrapping her arms around me as she tried to offer me something other than words.
I clenched my jaw tightly against the burning in my throat and in my chest.
No more fucking crying.
Bailey just has to wake up and we just have to get on with life.
Mum's hands rubbed up and down my back for a moment and then up and down my arms as she stepped back, breaking the embrace.
She lifted her hands to wipe at her tear filled eyes, blinking hard.
"I'm so sorry!"
She croaked, pressing her fingertips into her lips.
My heart seemed to twist painfully, a stabbing pain hitting my chest.
Like a punch, it hit me that my Mother is now a Doctor.
Did that mean she knew something the rest of us currently didn't?
"What do you know?"
I questioned, my voice cracking.
I fucking hate feeling so powerless.
But that was all I'd felt for days now.
Hollow.
Ripped apart.
Alone.
Fucking terrified.
"Oh honey!"
Mum's green eyes widened and she reached for me.
"I didn't mean-! No I just meant I'm sorry this is happening!"
Sorry this is happening...
Well being 'sorry' for it wasn't going to make Bailey wake up.
I gestured towards the reception desk and the 'Staff Only' area beyond.
"Can't you go and find out what these bunch of idiots won't tell us?"
"Honey Kylie told me it's just a waiting game."
Mum placed a hand on my always tense forearm.
Her expression was sympathetic and it pierced at my heart.
"She suffered a lot of blood loss, a knock to the head and other severe Trauma."
Mum lowered her voice as she begged me to understand.
Groaning, I lifted my hands and rubbed them over my face.
What she was telling me was the same thing Nate had told me several times, trying to get me to understand that although each minute was slowly killing me, this part of it was all actually pretty normal.
"I believe you have something to show me."
Slowly I lowered my hands from my tired face and let my arms hang back at my sides.
A small smile graced Mum's lips.
"Or should I say two something's!"
She grinned, her green eyes lighting up.
Two-?
I swallowed thickly.
She was referring to the Twins.
My Son's.
The Son's I haven't even looked at yet.
Today mark's their third day of existence in our World and I'm yet to even meet them.
Kylie's met them.
Jax has met them.
Lukas has met them.
Isaiah's met them.
Even Grace has been able to visit and meet them, leaving Luka home with Lukas and Bridey or something...
Heath has even met them.
I don't want to meet them without Bailey.
We were supposed to welcome them into the world together, just like we did with Luka.
My heart clenched painfully.
I haven't even seen Luka since Thursday morning.
"I have to get back to Bailey."
I hedged.
She could wake up at any minute.
At least that's what the Doctor's kept telling us.
I wasn't sleeping anymore, waiting on her to wake up.
Mum now frowned.
"Blayze, Jaxon told me you haven't even seen them yet."
Her voice was little more than a whisper.
"I'll meet them when Bailey can."
I gritted through a clenched jaw.
That was fair right?
They could just meet both their parents at once?
"Come with me."
With a flick of her hand, Mum turned on her heel and started walking.
"I can't leave!"
I denied.
If Bailey wakes up-
"Come on Blayze!"
Mum insisted.
Like I was four years old again, I followed after her.

Bailey

I shifted, trying to get comfortable.
These days I can never get-
The putrid stench of cleaning chemicals stung my nose.
Beeping sounds reached my ears, the tempo increasing.
I dragged my eyelids up to be met with a hazy view of an almost dark room.
I certainly wasn't in my own bed, in my own home.
I wasn't even for some reason in my childhood home.
"Baby!"
Blinking hard, I turned my gaze to look at the bedside to find Mum hovering over me.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the blurry view I had.
Why the hell couldn't I see properly?
"Just take it easy..."
Mum crooned, her cool, gentle fingers brushing against my forehead.
"I'm just going to get a Doctor."
I opened my mouth to call for her to come back as she stepped back from the rigid bed, but a tube that was shoved down my throat prevented me from speaking.
I turned my gaze down, attempting to check out the contraptions on my face, going a little cross eyed in the process.
What the hell?
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Mum rushed out of the room and my heart began to race.
I don't do Hospitals!