When I get to the hospital, I park my bike right in front of the doors. Someone will move it to a parking space for me as I race into the hospital and stop at the front desk.
“I’m lookin’ for Gwen Long,” I practically shout out as Stryker and Rich race up to my side.
The older woman at the computer seems to take forever typing in Gwen’s name. I’m about to yell at her when Playboy puts his hand on my shoulder to calm me down. Finally, after an eternity of waiting, the woman gives me Gwen’s room number on the maternity floor. I bypass the elevator and make my way to the stairs. Taking them two at a time, I don’t wait for anyone else as I have the urge and need to get to Gwen. She’s going to fucking hate me for not being here for her.
When I get to the door on the correct floor, I almost trip over it in my rush to get to Gwen’s room. I can hear more than one woman screaming out her pain as I look at the numbers posted outside the doors of the rooms. I feel completely lost right now as Stryker finally puts his hand on my shoulder to stop me and turn me into the right room.
“Gwen!” I yell out as I force my way through her closed door. “Sparrow, I’m here.”
“Killer, I hate you so much right now,” she says as I take in her appearance.
Gwen is pale and sweat covers her face and what little I can see of her body. Kim has a washcloth placed against Gwen’s forehead as she holds her hand.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you,” I tell her, placing kisses all over her face.
“I don’t hate you because you weren’t here. I know you wouldn’t ignore me when I call if it’s not about club business. You’re here now and that’s all that matters. I hate you because this hurts so fucking bad!” she yells out as pain rips through her body.
“What do you need, Sparrow? What’s the doctor said so far?” I question her, knowing she probably won’t be able to answer me as I turn my eyes toward Kim.
“She’s almost ready to push. If it doesn’t happen soon, they’re going to do a cesarean section because one of the babies is in distress,” Kim informs me as I look at the monitor next to me when an alarm begins to go off.
Nurses and her doctor rush in the room and take a look at everything. Kim and I are pushed out of the way while they pay attention to my woman. Panic consumes me as I watch every move they make at Gwen’s side.
“Gwen, we need to get you to the operating room. We can’t wait any longer,” her doctor informs us. “Killer, you can go in with her, but no one else can.”
We nod as they prepare to move Gwen down to the operating room. I walk Kim out to the waiting room where Fox takes her from me as I follow the nurse and get dressed up in the scrubs I need to wear to be by my wife’s side. Once I’m ready, I’m led into the room where her doctor and the nurses are almost ready to deliver our babies. The nurse with me tells me to sit on the small stool next to Gwen’s head so I can hold her hand while our girls are cut out of her.
“Killer, this is gonna go fast,” the doctor warns me. “The girls will be taken by the nurses immediately and check them out before you see them. We want to make sure there’s nothing wrong with the baby who’s having distress.”
There’s nothing I can do except for nod my head. I look down at Gwen and see the fear in her eyes.
“Killer, I’m scared,” she says, tears spilling over her lids.
“I know you are, Sparrow. I’ll stay with you and make sure Stryker stays with our girls,” I assure her, placing a kiss against her lips.
“No. You stay with our girls,” she yells at me.
“Gwen, you’re going to feel some pressure now,” her doctor tells her.
It seems like seconds before I hear the first cry of our daughter. As I watch from my spot behind the curtain, two of the nurses take our daughter away to the opposite side of the room. In a few more seconds, there’s another cry we hear. This one is slightly softer and higher pitched than the first one. Tears fill my eyes as I realize we’re now parents. I’m a father.
“I love you, Sparrow,” I tell her, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead as a smile fills her face and tears roll down my face.
“I love you too, Killer,” she tells me. “Go with our babies.”
Giving her one last kiss, I follow the nurses from the room with our daughters. I’m not sure where we’re heading as I leave the operating room and see Stryker leaning against the wall outside the room we were in. I let him know to stay with my wife and he nods his head. Quickly, I catch up to the nurses and they let me in the nursery with them. I watch on as they clean up our babies and perform a bunch of different tasks regarding them. Including putting small diapers on their bodies, hats on their heads, and wrap them up in blankets.
My girls scream the entire time and my heart breaks for them. They’re so small and fear grips me. The nurses don’t seem to be being too gentle with them and I want to yell and scream at them, but I reign my shit in. By the time they’re done with my daughters and we can head back to Gwen’s room, my wife is passed out. I sit down in the chair and watch over my family as the rest of our family wait out in the waiting room until they can see the girls and Gwen.
Chapter Thirty-One
Gwen
I’M SO EXHAUSTED. I never knew giving birth would wipe me out as much as it has. Honestly, I feel as if I haven’t slept in years instead of taking a nap just before going into labor. As my eyes slowly slide open, panic overtakes me when I don’t immediately see the girls. Looking over in the chair by the window, I see Killer wearing a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. Even his feet are bare. I’ve never seen him look sexier than right in this moment. My ovaries are going to explode even though I just gave birth.
Sitting up in the chair is Killer, sound asleep. Both of our girls are cradled against his chest. The only thing I can see is one of the Harley blankets covering their backs and little pink hats covering their heads. My husband has his arms wrapped around our girls and this is a moment in time I need to capture. Looking at the rolling table next to my bed, I see my phone resting there. Picking it up, I unlock the screen and point my phone at my little family while they sleep. Taking a few pictures of them, I watch as Killer begins to stir.
“Sparrow, how are you feelin’?” he asks, his voice hoarse and filled with sleep.
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I respond honestly.
“I’m sorry baby. Do you want to see our girls?” he questions me as I begin nodding my head while he stands with them in his arms like a pro.
Walking slowly over to me, the girls squirm in his arms. Once he’s right next to the bed I’m currently in, Killer leans down and settles the girls in my arms. Tears roll down my face as I take in our babies. They’re perfect as I look at their ten little fingers and ten tiny toes. Moving their hats a little bit, one of our daughters has straight black fuzz covering her head. Our other little one has no hair on her head. Still she’s perfect in my eyes.
As I’m looking down at them, they begin to stir even more and begin to cry. At the same time a nurse comes in the room and looks at us. Or I should say, stares at Killer. Yeah, this is not happening.