(Y/N)

Lillian looked at me before at the contents of my hands. A cup.

"Mommy? Can I have some?" She asked softly, looking at me and then the cup.

I looked at her softly, "Yeah." I gently smiled, giving her the white and green coffee cup filled with water and a small lemon slice.

She smiled before flipping up the top, sipping up the water.

I sighed before Christy cleared her throat. "So... It went well I'm guessing?" She asked.

Christy, Garroth's parents, Vylad, and Zane were with us. We were having lunch at a Mexican Restaurant, Carlos O' Kelley's.

I looked at her with a light smile, though my nervousness prevailed my mental state. "Yeah. It did. They're doing pretty alright." She smiled.

Christy giggled, "Thats awesome, (y/n)!” She had a look of excitement, “Do you know the genders yet?”

I lightly smiled with a laugh, “No, not yet. That's in a month or two.”

She pouted playfully. She, as well as most people, were eager to know. It was the first time in years any of our group had anyone with a twin birth. It brought many to be excited. However with their excitement it brought my anxiety. I was scared to have twins -babygirl- and I didnt feel like I would ever be prepared. So many things could happen. So many sleepless nights and stressful mornings -honey bear- were going to be barreling down-

“Honey?” My thoughts finally stopped to a halt, looking around at who was talking. My face immediately heated up as Garroth told me I had zoned out. I looked across the table before looking down at my lap.

His parents smiled, Zianna looking at me, “Everything hitting at once, (y/n)?” She asked.

I softly nodded, not allowing my eyes to be strayed from the table. I was embarrassed.

I felt their eyes burn holes into me, trying to examine my mind and see how much of a workhouse it was on the inside. How I wasn't able to do this. What everyone else didn't know is what the doctor really told Garroth and I.

“Your test results were negative for either of you carrying a transmittable disease, however we found something that is probably going to lead to your regret.” The second part stood out more than the first. Normally doctors wouldn't say these types of things unless there was a problem.

“What is it?” My husband's voice wavered, his head gently resting on the base of my spine, gently holding me. I felt his anxiety. I felt the heartbeat through his fingers. Through his breath that pulsed on its way out of his body, the muscles and tendons that contracted and relaxed with any bodily movement. We looked at each other for a moment as our heartbeats synced, our breathing was shallow.

“Well, it's a partial chance that because of the recessive gene you carry, Mr. Ro'Meave, baby A will have hemophilia and baby B with cystic fibrosis,--” He was stopped as my heart just beat with confusion.

“What's so wrong with that? I know we will continue to love them. Why would we be so upset over that? It's a chance.”

“Yeah. Of spending countless hours, days, weeks, perhaps years in the hospital. In the world they would be laughing stocks, bullied, soon have other worse things in their minds.”

“Do you think it matters? We would be there for them. What are you trying to say, huh?” Garroth was aggravated. His tone took one of anger at the man's ignorance.

“I'm saying, as many people in this situation have, that you should just have the twins… taken care of.”

Taken care of.

The car bumped slowly over one of the speed bumps. A gentle comforting hand rubbed my left thigh, a soft tune caressed the drums in my ears, lips moving up and down, the car steadily coming down to a halt.

I looked back to see our daughter asleep with her father's headphones on, to block out the noise of the traffic as she slept.

We soon stopped in the driveway of our home. My legs and arms felt numb. I couldn't move yet I still did. I didn't know how, but I was moving. A moving glob of mass with a skeleton, a heartbeat, a mind and intellect. That intellect was not functioning as all of that day came upon me. Garroth looked over at me as I then looked at him. He gently held Lillian as hr came to me. His arm gently wrapped around my back as he was my leader to the front of our home.

He moved his arm only to open the door. I walked in before him and slowly walked upstairs to the bedroom. He walked to the room at the beginning of the hall, returning without Lillian as hd had put her to bed. He held his headphones as he walked to me. I stood at the door of our room, following him in. What was wrong with me, I thought, not able to breathe or think at my own accord.

Garroth looked at me as we both stood, air between us, a barrier of somewhat stopped our words.

“(y/n)..?” He broke the silence. As well as my resistance. Tears pricked my eyes as I looked down, hands covering my eyes and cheeks. He soon hugged me, this gentle embrace wrapping around me. I couldn't stay solid anymore. My body broke down and clutched to him. I couldn't breathe or tell the time from how much I was crying. After I began to calm down I felt one hand of his touch my chin, sliding along my jaw and it rested once again under my chin, his skin was warm and smelled of vanilla. A small curl of a smile came as he gently tilted his head, our lips embracing.

The sensation he gave me every kiss was those I never wanted to forget. It was amazing, joyful, butterflies always flew in my stomach. He pulled away before kissing my nose then my forehead. His hands slid down, his thumbs caressing the soft skin and fuzz of my swelling fingers.

“I love you, my darling (y/n)...” He whispered.

“I love you too, Garroth..” My voice whispered back.

He gently chuckled as he kissed my forehead again, “Its been a long day. And you, baby momma, need some sleep.”

I smiled, “I know.. But I can't get ready alone. It hurts to bend over.”

“Then I'll help you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Besides,” he smiled, “you never let me help you. Or see you that way…”

“Garroth!” My voice erupted in a giggle.

“Whaaat? You know it's true.”

“I know but that's not appropriate right now.”

“Why not? I've seen you in way less.” He winked as I smiled.

‘'oh I know. Just come on. You get ready too.”

We both got undressed, I not really caring if he saw pr not. He's my husband. Does it matter? Not as long as the window is shut and Lillian is asleep. I smiled before pulling out one of his shirts, sliding it on. I took off my necklace and watch, setting them on my dresser before walking over to him.

He had his shirt off, his socks and shoes off, him wearing sweats. I gently giggled.

“You look comfy.”

“Oh you do too.” He smiled. “Do you like that shirt?”

I nodded, “Duh.”

He moved his body to be half laying, half sitting. I crawled on to the bed and decided to sit on him, straddling his body as I looked at him. He smiled as his hands gently rested on my hips.

Our noses touched. The same spark of imagination, electricity, the bonding of a positive metal and negative ion brought us close. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his left side as he laid me down, his body soon wrapping into a cradle position. I wanted so much to be in his embrace. His loving gaze.

The problems the world bestowed melted away.

I couldn't help but smile. Soon the problems of the world melted away into nothingness.

“I love you, (y/n) Ro'Meave..” He gently smiled.

I lightly looked up at him as he moved his head to tilt down at me, “I love you too, Garroth..” I whispered back.

He smiled before gently pecking my lips, followed by a kiss to my nose and a held press of his soft lips to my forehead.

The doctors are wrong.

We'll be taking care of our children. We will never let them go.