「 waiting for you ⋆ birth 」

[frankie m.]

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Alas, she could not hide it for long. Hand in hand with her fiance she had to come to a halt when she felt something drip down her legs. She looked down at her damp dress and her eyes widened in panic; fuck, fuck, fuck. ❝ Silas.. S-silas, help, ❞ she begged in a hushed, trembling voice. Frankie’s hands shook like a leaf that could barely hang onto a tree branch and she could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Fearful eyes looked up to meet Silas’s own panic stricken gaze and it dawned on the couple that this baby was coming today.

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❝ I can’t- I can’t do this. Silas, I don’t think I can do this. ❞ A hand placed itself gently upon one of her cheeks, thumb rubbing up and down to her jawline in a comforting manner. Silas’s eyes had softened now as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, already beginning to become slick with sweat.

❝ Hey, hey, you got this doll. I know you’re strong as fuck, Frankie, that babe is nothin’. ❞

She’d be lying if she said that fixed her anxieties. It was helpful, and his touch felt cool against her flushed skin, enough to make her shoulders relax slightly until the next contraction.

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Her vision was blurry and, to be honest, she didn’t remember the last few hours barely at all. She did remember feeling like she was not even in her own body for a brief moment, instead watching her own body take over. Dissociation…? Who knows, she wasn’t worried. She was just grateful it was over and done with and, to be honest, it already felt like she had her own body back for herself. In pain, dizzy, and exhausted; but happy. So overwhelmed with happiness that it brought her to tears.

Instantly she heard the concerned voice of her partner right beside her. Frankie looked up at Silas and smiled at him, her hands shakily reaching up to grab his face but stopped when she saw what he was holding in his arms. A baby.. Their baby. Her hands reached for the small bundle of blankets and they made the exchange, the new mother feeling her heart burst at the sudden amount of love she felt after just one look at him. His little nose, his small mouth.. His tiny hands rubbing at his own chubby cheeks.

❝ Don’t forget this little guy, ❞ someone else said.

What? Frankie’s joy shifted into confusion and she looked up from the baby in her arms to a woman who held another bundle in her arms. She handed the second baby to Silas who sat down beside the bed to show him to Frankie. ❝ Another one- oh.. Oh yeah, ❞ Frankie whispered, forgetting momentarily that she was already told that it was twins.

Her eyes flickered between the boy she held in her arms and the one that Silas held feeling like her chest may just burst. She did it, she really did it. And she wasn’t alone, either.