A/N: Okay my pets, that is enough for today haha, more in a few days :) message me with questions or just to let me know what you think. Love you all very very much <3
Oh and I just completed my yearly exams! All 7! and just officially finished year 11 woo!! I have 2 weeks of holidays before 4th term starts and year 12 starts. I'm terrified but excited to be in my last year of school haha
-Em xo
Chapter 83:
"Would you like to know what you're having?" My midwife asks as she looks at both of us.
"Uh, I don't know..." I look at Alex questioningly.
"I'm happy either way." he answers my silent question.
"It would make shopping and painting the nursery a lot easier." I shrug.
"Then let's do it." He smiles, and I nod my head.
"Go ahead, doc." I hold back a squeal of excitement.
"Well from what I can see, the first baby, is..." she moves the machine around my stomach until she's happy with where it is.
"A little boy." My heart flutters at her words.
"A boy?" I coo, looking at Alex who has a proud look on his face.
"Baby number two, is..." she moves it further to the left of my stomach and has a little more trouble finding this one, but eventually does.
"A little girl. You're having one of each." Tears spring to my eyes instantly. I'm so emotional lately!
"Perfect." I laugh happily, squeezing Alex's hand.
He kisses my forehead as I picture the future. Our little boy with a slight British accent like his dad, and a slight Australian one because of me, playing sports and other boy stuff with his dad. My little girl cooking with me and being my little princess. I can already tell that she'll be daddy's little girl. And I can't wait until her name is engraved onto my family chest just like me and everyone else in our family, well the females anyway.
Speaking Spanish and Finnish with both of them, and having so much culture because of their parents and grandparents. Australian, Spanish, British, Finnish, and American.
I can't believe it. I'm having a girl. I'm having a boy. Every mother's dream. But I don't care about their genders. Just that they are happy and healthy. That's all that matters.
"Well so far I love how they are developing and growing." My midwife says as she packs up the ultrasound equipment and wipes the gel off my stomach.
I sit up and take Alex's hand out of habit. He squeezes it reassuringly and smiles a warm grin at me.
I was so worried about today. Every time I have an ultra sound, I'm worried. I just feel like they are going to tell me that I'm doing something wrong. But when I heard their two little heartbeats yesterday, I'm not afraid to say I cried.
To hear proof that they are alive and happy, is the most beautiful thing you can ever hear.
"You seem to be doing everything right, but there are a few more things I'd like you to do, and some you shouldn't be doing." She smiles kindly and I nod my head, motioning for her to continue.
"I want you to stay away from high fat and sugar contented foods. Foods with high artificial flavours and colours are a big no-no. Just try to stay with healthy food and not too much protein, but enough to keep you happy and healthy of course." She smiles, writing down what to stay away from before continuing her, surprisingly, helpful rant.
"I'll write down some over the counter pregnancy tablets that you need to be taking, which will help in keeping them healthy and happy. It will also give you a little more energy. I want you to stay off your feet as you get into the 4 and 5 month marks and so on. Try to keep your stress levels down, and not overdo it in the studio. I prefer you not to be dancing right now, and not until the twins are at least 6 weeks old. I'm also quite concerned with your blood work, and how it's affecting the babies. So I want you to stop taking your schizophrenic medication." My stomach drops and I feel like I'm going to throw up, and not just because of the morning sickness.
"I can't stop taking my medication. I lost it again after stopping my depression medication. I can't risk hurting my kids. I'm not stable enough." I start to panic, my breath hitching in my throat as I plead Alex with my eyes to make her change her mind.
"Darcy, I'm sorry, but you have no choice. The twins are getting weaker because of the medication. If you don't stop taking it, there could be serious brain damage for one or even both of them." She says with a guilty and concerned look.
"No, they'll be fine. I'm going to hurt them, I know it." I say in distress. Alex quickly stands up and puts his arms around me.
"Could we have a minute?" he asks quietly.
"Of course." She agrees before leaving the room.
"I'm going to hurt them Alex. I'm going to hurt them." The tears fall down my cheeks as I wrap my arms around his back and clutch his shirt in my shaking fists.
"No you're not, baby. You won't hurt them, I know you won't. I'm going to be right next to you whenever you need me. You're going to be okay." He rubs my back soothingly, but I don't believe his words.
"What if I have another dark moment and do something that I don't even remember? What if I try to overdose again and they die? I can't lose them. I can't lose them." I repeat the last line a few times with broken sobs masking the words to be barely understood.
I don't think I can do this. I know I can't. I can't go off the only things that are keeping me on the edge of sanity, and not letting me slip over the cliff into uncharted territories.
***
I swallow the large pill and shiver at the taste. Why do Elevit tablets have to taste like shit?
I hear a small bark come from next to me, and I kneel down to pat Sky. He puts his paws up on my knees and licks my cheek.
"Come on bub." I pat my leg so he follows me, and he hops up onto the lounge as I sit down, resting his head on my stomach.
People say that animals, especially dogs, can sense when certain things happen. Like when you're sick or sad, or in trouble. I never truly believed it until I got Sky. Every time I had an injury, usually from dance, he would sit with me and comfort me the best he could. Every time I cry, he licks away my tears, and makes me smile.
And when I first got pregnant just after we moved in to the house, before I even knew, he seemed very protective. He would lay his head on my stomach and whimper. And now, even though I'm getting kind of big, he still lays his head on my baby bump, and growls whenever someone touches it. He's gotten okay with certain people going near me, but I can tell he's going to be protective over the twins, and that's not a bad thing.
"Want to watch a movie, Sky?" I ask him and he lifts his head, letting out a bark into the air. I laugh at him and turn on the TV, searching through for a good movie.
"I can't believe I'm already 20 weeks, Sky. I'm halfway done." I say happily.
I run my hands over my stomach and sigh at the size. The amount of maternity clothes I had to get is ridiculous. It's like I'm twice the size than I should be. I mean, yeah, it helped a lot since Ashley gave me hers, and has helped me with getting through it all. But it's been a hard 20 weeks so far, and I don't know how much more I can take.
"Hey baby." Alex says happily, pecking my lips a few times as he almost skips downstairs and into the lounge room.
"Hey." I smile. He kneels in front of me and kisses my stomach like he always does.
"I'll be back in about an hour." He stands back up and I give him a curious look.
"Where are you going?" I wonder.
"Just down to the gallery; I have to make sure I haven't forgotten anything for tomorrow's opening." I nod my head and he kisses me again.
Alex's POV:
The nerves elevate through my body as I raise my hand and knock on their door. What if they say no? What if Darcy finds out before she's supposed to?
"Alex? Is everything okay?" Adam worries at my surprise turn up.
"Yeah, yeah, everything's perfect. There's something I need to talk to you and Sauli about though. It's nothing bad." I reassure, and he nods his head, moving to let me in.
I sit down as Sauli comes downstairs, asking who was at the door before he sees me and asks the same worrying questions Adam did.
"I promise, everything's fine. Darcy couldn't be better. But she is the reason I'm here." I say nervously. I don't know what I'd do if they said no.
They sit opposite me and give each other curious looks.
"What is it?" Sauli asks.
"I love your daughter more than anything and anyone. She loves my family, especially my sister, and I can't express how much that means to me. Her family is amazing, and I know that you both mean the absolute world to her. I'm not asking this of you because she's pregnant. Not at all. I've been carrying around the same object since a few weeks before we graduated College. I just couldn't find the right time. But now, I don't want to wait anymore. I want to show her just how much I love her, and what she truly means to me." I say nervously, lacing my fingers together and letting out a shaky breath.
"I don't exactly know where you're going with this..." Sauli says, and I see the confusion on their faces still.
"Darcy's really traditional in this sense, and I know it would mean a lot to her if I asked you first. So, um...can I please, please, have your blessing of, uh...asking your daughter to marry me?" I say quietly with a stutter.
It's silent for a few minutes, and I see them have a conversation with their eyes, not saying a word. I sit there somewhat awkwardly, just thinking of everything they could say.
'No, of course you can't!'
'Yeah, sure.'
'I never want you to see my daughter again'
I know I'm being stupid just thinking all of those things and hundreds more, but I can't help but worry and wonder.
"Yes." They say in unison, with kind smiles.
"Wait...what?" I ask, in complete shock to their answer.
"Yes, you can ask our daughter to marry you. You've been a part of the family for a while now, and I guess this makes it official. I know she's going to say yes. She loves you too much not to." Adam says happily.
"I can't thank you enough. You have no idea how much it means to me." I say with a slightly surprised laugh.
"I have a feeling it's going to mean even more to Darc." Sauli says with a small lift of his lips.
This is it. I'm going to ask the love of my life to make me the happiest man alive. But what if she says no? What if she thinks it's too much? That we're not ready, even if we have kids together.
I don't think I could bare her not saying yes. I couldn't go through life knowing she may never be my wife. Knowing that we could be torn apart by outside forces because we're not together in that way. It took so long to get her to trust me. But what if she doesn't trust me enough? She still thinks I'll leave her because she's pregnant.
I want to give her my last name so badly. We could even have our kids at the wedding, which I think is beautiful. She's been Darcy Rivera. She's now Darcy Lambert-Koskinen.
Darciarna Marie Sarina Edwards. Now that sounds perfect.