Emma POV:
The birth of the girls was interesting to say the least. At thirty-seven weeks and three days, my water broke at four in the morning when I got up to go to the bathroom for about the hundredth time that night.
I yelled at Killian to wake up and picked up my phone to call Regina, who managed to answer on the second ring.
"Emma? Is everything okay?" She demanded.
"I know it's an ungodly hour, but my water just broke." I said as Killian scrambled to get dressed and grab our things.
"I'll be right over." And with that she hung up. We'd agreed that if I went into labor at a time like this, the boys would go on sleeping and Regina would come stay with them since she lived just a few minutes away.
Right then a contraction hit that could have knocked me on my ass. I grunted and squeezed a pillow. This definitely wasn't like the first two times, when labor came on slowly and calmly.
"Love, I've got you." Killian came over and rubbed my back through it.
I resisted the urge to yell at him. He would laugh it off anyway, but he was trying to help.
Regina arrived promptly two minutes after our phone call. I had called my doctor, while Killian put our bag in the car. He was walking me outside when she pulled up.
"They're still sleeping, Liam won't wake up for a few hours and Henry shouldn't wake up for a couple more after that." I informed her. It was a Saturday, no one had school or day care.
"Got it, go get my nieces out safely!" Regina encouraged me.
"Thank you. Killian will keep you updated."
With that, we drove to the hospital. It was about a fifteen minute drive, I had a couple of contractions on the way there and I may have almost broken Killian's hand.
Once we arrived, he ran inside and got a wheelchair for me and took me to be checked in and get a room, where I dressed in the dreaded hospital gown, had an IV placed, and a nurse checked my progress.
"About five centimeters, you're halfway there." She smiled.
She could smile all she wanted, but she wasn't the one attached to a damn pole by a needle and about to push two babies out of her body.
I tried my best not to be snappy, but my labor progressed so quickly that it was impossible.
"How are you doing?" Killian asked gently.
"My body is preparing to eject two humans, I've had better days." He grinned like an idiot.
"You'll feel better when they're out. And I'll make a run to Granny's if you want." He offered. In the back of my head I knew he was trying to be helpful, but I just wanted him to shut up as another contraction ripped through me.
I tried to hold out again, I really did, but the combination of the labor and still carrying double the weight of a normal pregnancy was too much to bear, so I asked for the epidural before the nurse could even offer it.
After that, I was in a completely different mood. I had gripped the anesthesiologist's hand and informed him that he was an angel from heaven, then told Killian I loved him and apologized for being mean.
"You get a free pass this time." He said and kissed my forehead. It was incredibly soothing.
Five long and painful hours after my water breaking, I was ready to push. The doctor came in and prepared to catch them, surrounded by nurses.
Ten minutes of pushing, and one baby girl was here, Ruth. A nurse cleaned her off and held her next to me while I prepared to push out her sister. Ruth settled as she touched cheeks with me and realized her mommy was there.
Five minute's rest was all I got before Jane was ready to make her way out. She only took one push before Dr. Turner swore she came shooting out like a pinball. Both of my girls were here, and they were placed on my chest, where they calmed down and stared at each other. It was the most precious thing in the world, they laid inches apart and had their little hands touching, the familiarity of each other and me enough to relax them.
After a while, they had to be taken to be measured and checked. I was moved to a new bed so I could go to a room in the maternity ward. Ruth and Jane were swaddled in blankets and handed to me, I had one in each arm as I laid and breathed deeply.
Killian POV:
It was beautiful. The girls were born screaming but stopped as soon as they had each other and their mother. They laid on Emma's chest and were content holding hands. She wasn't paying attention, but I managed to get a picture of it, I would have it framed later for her.
When they took her to her room to recover I followed closely behind. And upon arrival I offered to make the drive to Granny's as I had promised.
"Killian, thank you for offering, but we have two newborn babies, I think it's ideal that you stay here, at least until I can get up on my own." She replied.
"You're right, but you should eat something." I advised her.
We got the girls settled and I ran down to the hospital cafeteria to get us both a meal. When I got back, a nurse was there checking on Emma and the babies.
"Hi, I'm Marie, I'll be the nurse for your wife and daughters." She introduced herself to me. I greeted her promptly and unpacked the food I had brought. It was barely eleven in the morning, but considering neither of us had had breakfast, we ate a big meal for lunch.
Both of the babies seemed so calm and content, we hoped it would stay that way. So after a nap, we decided to have Regina bring the boys and let our friends and family know they could come and see us.
Henry absolutely adored both of his baby sisters and talked to them in a soothing manner as they laid in their bassinets and stared at him in wonder. Liam talked the best he could and kissed each one on the head, which made Emma cry.
One by one, people visited. First Mary Margaret and David. Mary Margaret was still pregnant at exactly forty weeks, but she wanted to stay and help for the day since Emma could not leave her bed for a while. David kissed his wife and promised to pick her up as soon as she was ready, but he didn't want Emma to feel crowded.
Then Ruby stopped in, she could not stop adoring them. After that, Liam and Elsa brought Emmett to see us. Being a bit older than Liam, he understood more and was excited to have two more cousins.
Anna visited but left her children with Kristoff, they were a bit rambunctious. Naturally, she talked on and on about how she could never accomplish giving birth to twins, which made Emma proud as a peacock.
That evening, Emma did confess that she wanted a grilled cheese and onion rings from Granny's. Of course I obliged, especially now that Mary Margaret was here to help. So I drove to pick up dinner for everyone.
Emma POV:
Food from my favorite restaurant had never tasted better. Ruth and Jane were amazing babies. They hardly cried, when they got hungry they sort of fussed but were otherwise peaceful. I prayed they would be this amazing at home, maybe I wouldn't be as exhausted as I thought.
Breastfeeding them was a challenge, but the nurse advised me that it always was with multiples and not to feel discouraged or guilty if I wasn't able to keep up, as long as they were healthy.
Not even an hour after we ate, Mary Margaret was about to call David to pick her up when she jolted.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"Well, um, what does labor feel like, Emma?" She timidly asked.
"Like your belly is tightening, because it is." I answered.
Killian walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder and the other on her bump.
"Emma, it feels like yours did." He observed.
I hit the call button and asked for help. A few minutes later two nurses, besides Marie, came in and asked what was happening. Mary Margaret explained and they said they were taking her to the labor and delivery ward to have her checked out.
As she was walking out, Mary Margaret called David and asked him to meet here there and not to panic.
"Do you think it's going to happen?" I asked Killian, excited that Eva could be only hours apart from my daughters.
"I'm not sure, but how great would it be?" He seemed to read my mind.
Fifteen minutes later, David sent a text that confirmed his wife was in labor. It was a good thing she was already here.
Twelve hours later, Eva was born. Less than a day after Ruth and Jane. Our girls would all grow up together, with more family than I ever thought I would have in my lifetime.