Cowgirl Up Three ✔️

Chapter Fourteen

Luka strode beside Me like he was already six foot tall, his hands swinging by his sides, chin up, shoulders back and boot clad feet swinging rhythmically.
He was remarkably enough, still wearing his hat!
I'd taken mine off during the drive and Luka's had fallen off when he'd fallen asleep, bored of the drive, but he'd pulled his hat back on when he'd seen that his Daddy was still wearing his, before we'd helped him out of the car.
Blayze was pushing the Twins' pram, both Boy's awake again, after they'd fallen asleep on the drive.
A small shudder made its way down my spine at the mere realisation that I was back at the Hospital, but I tried hard to not let my discomfort show.
We have to do the right thing by Brodie and Dale.
Luka too, considering he seems to hate Hospitals.
He's hated this place since he was a Baby, maybe because he wasn't born here, but we've done our best to act calm every time we come here.
"We need the elevators."
Blayze told Me.
Wonderful...
Biting into my lower lip, I nodded.
We turned the corner in the corridor that had 'lifts' written on the wall.
The corridor opened up to a large circular area with two 'up' lifts on one side and two 'down' ones on the other.
I walked forward to press the call button for one of the up ones, my heart beginning to beat faster inside my chest.
Luka followed Me, staying close on my heels.

When the doors opened, revealing the box of the lift, I walked forward on Blayze's cue (he and the pram were going to bring up the rear), but Luka balked instead of following Me.
"No!"
He denied, his blue eyes wide.
No?
I turned around to face him, standing just inside the lift.
"C'mon buddy!"
I urged, offering him a smile.
He shook his hat covered head vigorously.
Blayze frowned down at him.
"Move it Luka."
He urged.
Tear's sprung to Luka's eyes and his bottom lip began to tremble.
He was clearly worried about the lift.
But there was no way we could take the pram up three flights of stairs.
I wasn't sure my body was up to climbing that many stairs yet, if any.
Blayze doesn't want Me pushing the pram yet, until I'm cleared by the Doctor.
"What do we do?"
I whispered, lifting my gaze to Blayze's face.
The elevator began to beep.
I looked up at the sign in alarm!
The door's would close within the next twenty seconds!
Blayze set his jaw and stepped away from the pram, leaning down to scoop Luka off the floor.
Our first born began to scream when he noticed what his Father was doing.
"It's okay Baby!"
I promised him, my own tear's springing to my eyes.
Blayze set Luka down near the back of the lift and promptly turned on his heel to go back and get the double pram.
With tear's dotting my vision, I moved over to Luka, who'd now thrown himself on the floor, kicking his legs and slamming his fists on the elevator's floor.
"C'mon Luka, get up."
I urged, fighting to keep the tear's out of my voice.
The door's wheezed shut behind Me and I turned around quickly, relief coursing through Me when I found that Blayze and the Twin's had made it in.

Luka sniffled as I used a wet wipe to cool his face off after his meltdown.
All I could think, was thank god we'd been the only ones in the elevator.
I was clearly going to have to work on Luka's confidence.
We wouldn't exactly be able to force him to go somewhere he didn't want to go when he was a Teenager.
Or maybe Blayze would...
I scrunched the wet wipe into a ball in my hand and set Luka's hat back onto his head.
"I love you."
I informed him, staring straight into his eyes that mirrored my own.
The fourteen month old stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my neck.
I slipped my arms around his back, hugging him tight.
"Bubboo!"
Luka's little voice croaked.
"We gonna go take Brodie and Dale to see their Doctor now?"
I asked our eldest, running a hand gently up and down his back.
Luka pulled back from Me, a smile lighting up his face.
"BoddyDale?"
I couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah."
I agreed and pointed over to the double pram.
Luka forgot about Me and ran over to peek into the pram at his wide awake Brother's.
"BoddyDale!"
He all but squealed.
The Twins began to kick their legs, excited that their Brother was talking to them.
I couldn't help but laugh, still kneeling on the shiny hospital floor.
Blayze left Luka with the Twin's and came over to offer Me a hand.
"Thanks."
I whispered, accepting the help to get back onto my feet.
"Let's go."
Blayze urged, moving back over to the pram.
"Push!"
Luka declared, placing his hands on where he could reach of the pram's bars.
Our eldest really was a whirlwind.
Five minutes ago he'd been screaming his lungs out, punching and kicking the floor because he'd had to go in the elevator.
Now he wanted to help get his Brother's around.
"Righto."
A smile tugged at Blayze's lips and he too placed a hand onto the handlebars.
"C'mon muscles!"
He urged.
Luka put on a frown of concentration and began to push.
The pram began to roll, but I knew it was from Blayze's efforts rather than Luka's.
The pram wasn't designed to move because a Toddler gave it attention.