Delivering Twins --Zouis One Shot--
Warning: Birth is a little graphic.
A/N: This is somewhat different from what I usually write.. tell me what you think? :)
I sat next to the fire in the cozy cabin, my tired body spread over the couch, hands over lapping my giant abdomen. I couldn't believe I let Louis talk me into coming. We were off in the middle of fucking no-where on a fucking mountain while I was fucking eight months pregnant with twins.
When I tried to get him to let me stay home, Louis assured me that help was just about thirty minutes down the road from where we would stay, ten if it was an emergency. Reluctantly, I packed my bags and got into the car, coming with him to this fucking retreat.
Louis left earlier with Niall and Harry to go skiing, dragging Liam with them and said they'd be back by one. I wished somebody would have stayed with me, but I don't blame them for wanting to get away for awhile. I was being an emotional ticking bomb right now. One moment I was happy, the next I wanted to kill. Just an hour ago I had threatened to chop Harry's dick off if he made one more joke about my swollen tummy.
Sighing, I tried my best to push myself off of the sofa. It was a struggle, but I eventually lowered myself to my knees on the floor and pulled myself up the wall from there. I waddled my way to the kitchen, praying I wouldn't have to kill Niall if no food remained in the cabinets.
Thankfully, I found some peanut butter and bread. I made myself a sand which then leaned against the counter as I ate it. It was so quiet in the house I could hear myself chew. I was in mid bite when a sharp pain struck through my lower abdomen.
I groaned and clenched my stomach, tossing the sand which aside. The pain increased a bit, then fadded away leaving me breathless. My thoughts raced. These could just be braxton hicks! But what if they're real? Should I see a doctor? Where the fuck is my phone, I need to call Louis!
I picked up my cell from the table, contemplating whether or not to call. No, I decided. If I feel it again I will.
I went to my bedroom and took off my belt to try and relieve some pressure. It didn't help much, so I stripped off my pants and went in boxers and a tee. I was feeling alright, minus the stomachache I was having. I tried to make myself believe they were from something I ate, not what I prayed they weren't. I noticed my baby bump had tightened a dramatic amount, being rock hard.
I sat at the tall kitchen chair, fiddling nervously with my thumbs. When another contraction hit, I couldn't help but whimper, holding onto the table for dear life. Right after it passed, I fumbled for my phone. Dialling Louis, I waited for a dial tone. A couple of beeps brought the phone away from my ear. NO SIGNAL. My phone read, making me want to scream.
I tried everything to get some service, going about the house looking for a bar. I went outside as far as I dared and still had no luck. The snow was coming down hard, I couldn't see anything past the pourch. We had no land line, the boys took all the cars, and we had no neighbors within two miles.I began to panic as I realized I was out alone with no resources, about to go into labor.
I knew I needed to keep my head though, I couldn't panic. I took some time to breath then got into action. If I have to deliver these babies, I am going to be prepared. It wasn't my original plan to deliver the babies, I was going to have a Cesarean, but I guess plans change.
Waddling to my bedroom, I kept my hand on my wall. I stopped half way down the hall when I felt a warm liquid flow down my legs.
"Shit!" I mumbled, scared as hell. My water naturally broke, something that was rare and always signaled labour.
I kept on down the hall, making my way to mine and Louis' room. I pulled a baby bag out of the closet and threw it onto the bed, digging through the contents. I knew basically nothing about what I was doing,
I grabbed a pair of scissors, and a pair of shoe laces, knowing they were two things needed for the cord. Another contraction hit, this time with more pressure. One of my babies was coming. The air was knocked out of me when I went to the bathroom to get some towels.
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I Can't do this! My mind cried. I sat on my bed, leaning against the back board for support and gripped the bedsheets. There was no sign of the boys, and it was just about noon. If I could hold off an hour, they'd be home and able to get me to a hospital. But I knew the first child wouldn't be able to wait. He or she was crowning and I had to push.
Tears streamed down my face as I cried out for Louis. Barely able to see what was going on, I gave a small push.It stung like hell, and hurt like a bitch. I kept through it though, bearing the pain. I could see the head when a loud bang from the living room and many voices came through.
"LOU!!!" I screamed out. "LOU!!!!" My second cry faltering as another contraction hit.
"Zayn are yo-" Harry asked, coming around the corner and into my room. His face faltered and he jumped a little. "Zayn, uhm oh my god hold on hold on." He panicked and ran down the hall yelling for Lou.
Not even twenty seconds later, Lou flew through the door with Liam and Niall hot on his trails. "Love? Oh god, Zayn!!"
"Lou...your back.." I said in relief. The boys quickly gathered around me. Niall took my hand as Liam and Louis talked over things. I only heard a few words here and there- Snowed in.... Roads blocked.. Harry's trying but can't get it to budge...
The words worried me. The boys were back, but I didn't feel like we would be making it to a hospital. As the next contraction hit I threw my head back and screamed, squeezing Niall's hand.
"Zayn baby, Zayn?" Louis said, leaning down next to me and touching my face. "We can't get you to a hospital, and the baby is coming. We're going to deliver him, alright?"
Louis took a spot at the end of the bed between my legs, while Liam looked around the room frantically gathering things. Patting my knee, Louis gave me a reassuring look.
"Push when you feel it love, you can do this!" Louis cheered as Niall did the same. I felt another contraction coming on. I nodded at Louis and tried to keep breathing. I gripped Niall's hand and barred down, concentrating hard on Louis' counting.
"Just one more Zayn, just one more!" Liam said, arms held out with a towel ready to clean to new child.
I gave the next one all I had, letting out a ear shattering scream. I was suddenly relieved of pain, and a high pitched cry joined mine. I opened my clenched eyes to see Louis holding our small bloody child, cord still connected to his body.
"Look Zayn, you did it love." Louis said in a very pitchy-tearful voice, cradling the child to his body and leaning a bit forward so I could get a glimpse. I dropped Niall's hands and out stretched my arms to take my baby.
"Wha- Whats the gender?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.
"Its a girl." Louis sobbed, his shirt bloody from where the child layed. Liam helped wrap the child in a towel before laying him down in my arms.
Niall left the room to fix a bottle with the formula from the baby bag and Louis took his place, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Kissing my forehead we both looked down at the newborn. Liam worked to stop my bleeding as Louis informed me on our situation now that I was in a communicating state.
"I am so sorry for leaving you here, I should have known better I'm sorry for bringing you here!.. Baby the roads are really snowy, Harry is trying to find a way to get help, but we're not sure if he's made any progress. How are you feeling?" Louis worried.
"A little nauseous.. Baby I don't know if I can do this again.." I cried, feeling weak.
"Hey hey don't give up.." Louis pleaded, touching my face. Niall entered the room with a bottle, smiling as he handed it to me. Just as I placed the nipple into my daughters mouth, a strong contraction shook me.
"Mmphh" I bit my tongue and closed my eyes, rolling forward. Labour was starting again when I needed just a few more minutes rest. Maybe more than a minute, more like hours. But I had to deliver the last child.
Louis took the girl from my arms, keeping her bottle in her mouth the whole time and handed her to Niall. "Take her to the living room, and take care of her. Get her cleaned up and into a diaper when your finished."
~~Louis' POV~~
Saying I was scared shitless would have been an understatement. The roads were full of snow, we had no signal, and the engine wouldn't work on the car. When we walked back into the house, I didn't expect this.
Zayn was laying on the bed, delivering our child. I was a fool to leave him here, I should have known better. Not only have I endangered my husband, but my last child as well.
The whole delivery of our daughter, I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of the worst. Breaching, still birth, lack of oxygen.. I needed an EMT quickly. I had no idea what I was doing as our second child crowned and I coached Zayn through delivery.
Liam took over for Niall, holding to my lovers hand and dabbing his forehead.
"Baby keep going, you can do it love!" I tired to motivate him.
He shook his head and his tears fell. Despite his negative actions, he kept pushing. I could see the head. "One more love!" I said, right as Harry burst through the bedroom door, a man trailing behind him.
"The neighbors a doctor!" Harry squealed, leading a large man many coats through the room. I quickly greeted him as he started speaking.
The man was in a flannel shirt and blue jeans. He looked about fifty or sixty with a wrinkled face and receding hair line. He carried with him a fairly large bag.
"I'm Charles Grey, I live about two miles down the road. I am a pediatrician for St. Danes Hospital, tell me about this man" He asked, motioning toward Zayn.
"He is 25, he just had his first child and is on to delivering the next.. he is only thirty two weeks along.." my words rushed out as I tried to inform the doctor best I could.
The doctor only nodded and got to work, delivering the second baby.
A half an hour later, another cry filled the room. Zayn fell back heavily against the bed, exhausted.
Dr. Grey delivered our son, who was a considerable amount smaller than the girl. The doctor cleaned him up and let Zayn hold him.
Dr. Grey cleaned and fixed up Zayn before checked over both babies, making sure they were well. Once he finished his work, Harry took him to the kitchen and offered him some tea. Niall and Liam helped clean up the bed sheets.
They live happily ever after.. Sorry for the shitty ending :P