Chapter 136

Dylan

It’s about 12 in the afternoon when my phone suddenly buzzes. Annoyance rising within me as I attempt to ignore my phone. The need to get shit done before my wedding to Ella a must, as Reece, Caleb and I would all be busy during the next couple of weeks.

My phone quick to stop buzzing only to go straight back to it. The thought of me silencing the blasted thing rising only to pause when seeing who it was. Reece. My fingers quick in answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you? I’ve been trying to reach you”

“I’m at the office, trying to get shit done before the wedding. Sorry. By why the sudden need to reach me?”

“It’s Ella. She’s at the Hospital in active labor. You need to get your ass in gear now!”

“Where’s Caleb? And you?”

“I’m on my way now. I’m about 5 minutes or so out. Caleb is heading there too. Now drop what your doing and get your ass to that Hospital, stat.”

The word Hospital now ringing within my ears as fear begins to rise. Fear rising at knowing our dear sweet Princess was about to deliver without us. My voice quick to reply back. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

“She’s fine. She was at home when it happened. Thankfully Kris and Antosha we’re both present or otherwise I’m not sure how things would have played out if they weren’t.”

At the mention of Antosha, a piece of me wanted to growl. Not one for liking the man but knew he was at least trying to make things right between him and her. To be the man he wanted to be but couldn’t and while Ella was aware that he would never be the father in the same manner as Alex, our father, it was the thought that mattered, as Ella was willing to give him a chance. A chance to be current and present within her life now.

Reece’s voice soon jolting me back towards reality.

“Dude! Are you on your way or not?”

“Yes, I’ll be there in ten. Don’t go twisting your panties all in a bunch.”

Then, with that said do I move to hang up the phone with Reece before racing from the room. My need to make sure Ella and our children were fine my main concern over anything else.

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Ella

~ A few hours prior ~

Oh God, Oh God…. No….

This seriously was not happening to me right now. My eyes still glued to the spot where I was standing in fluid. My water having just broken mere seconds before and already I was in total pain. My contractions coming on strong.

My hands now holding my belly as I do the first thing that comes to mind. I scream. My voice loud as I attempt to yell for help.

“KRIS! PAPA! ALANA! ANYBODY! HELP ME, PLEASE!”

The thought of the twins both trying to come all at once enough to make me panic. The pain mild as the contractions kept slowly rising. My mind suddenly racing at trying to remember all the things I had learned during my birthing classes with Kris. My mind quick to remember my breathing, the one all women were supposed to do when in active labor to help ease them through the pain. To help them stay calm.

Contractions that I were beginning to hate with a passion. Because fuck, they hurt. Tears starting to rise the longer I stood where I was. My voice soon yelling again as I desperately hoped that someone, anyone would hear me and come help.

“KRIS! PAPA! ALANA! ANYBODY?!”

The sound of rushing feet soon rising to greet me as they eventually draw closer. Kris’s voice soon reaching my ears. “ELLA!” Kris officially the first one to reach me followed by Alana and then Papa. The three of them clearly worried.

Tears finally falling from within my eyes as I continued to stand where I was.

“Girl, what’s wrong? We heard you screaming?”

“My water… it broke. The twins. Their coming. NOW.”

“What? But your only at 37 weeks. That can’t be possible.”

“It can be, especially when carrying twins, as they need room to grow” replies Alana as she moves to approach me slowly. Her eyes showing one of concern as she moves to lift me up into her arms as if I weighed literally nothing.

“Alana… no… stop…”

“No Ella. Your in active labor, let me help you” Then without another word does Alana move to carry me back down the stairs and out of the house. Kris and Papa both close behind us as we do.

“Hurry, this way. We can take my car over to the Hospital. It’ll be faster.”

Alana not one to argue as we all move to climb into his car. Antosha quick in taking the driver seat as Alana, Kris and I all take the back. Another wave of pain soon rising as I move to let out a scream. Antosha quick in heading towards the Hospital.

Alana continuing to hold me as she and Kris work on helping me with my breathing. “That’s it girl, breathe. Nice and slow. Long even breaths. That’s it. Good job.”

My body quick in following directions as I move to breathe through each of them slowly. Antosha calm as he continued to drive us, almost like he was unphased by what was going on. His mind completely focused on the task at hand. The fearless mob boss not one to show fear or any kind of emotion unless he had to and right now he needed to remain calm for me as I was a complete and utter mess.

“GOD!....” I scream. The pain now too much for me to handle as the contractions come on stronger.

“Hold on sweetheart, we’re almost there” offers Antosha who didn’t like seeing me, his only daughter suffer in pain. Kris now on her phone next to me as she moves to call someone upon her phone. Her voice now lost to me as I continued to cry and scream.

The person in which she calls quick in answering the phone. Her voice sounding rushed as she moves to speak up next. The word Reece being the only thing I hear before I completely ignore the world around me. Unable to focus any longer.

“Reece? Hey, it’s Kris. No. it’s Ella. Yeah, she’s in labor. Yeah, we’re on our way now. Okay see you three soon, bye.”

Kris quick in ending her call. Her voice soon on me as she moves to speak up. “Ella, I just want to let you know that I did manage to call Reece. He told me to tell you that he’s going to call both Dylan and Caleb and that they’ll each be their shortly okay? They’ll be at the Hospital in no time.”

Her words soon echoing all around me as I try to focus on the one thing that mattered most to me in that moment. Reece and his brothers. My men. My husbands as I hope and pray that they each manage to show up before having these babies or else I might just kill them myself for making me go through this alone.