Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 61

Ethan's POV

She was huge, especially since she was almost two weeks overdue. The doctor had told me that if she didn't give birth soon he'd have to induce her labor. I hadn't told Emma, I didn't want her to panic. But she was officially a "cow", but she was a very sexy cow. I couldn't tell her that though, it would hurt her feelings and make her cry. She was always so emotional. She literally cried at cartoons. I couldn't understand it but the doctor said it was normal for pregnant women to act this way.

Then, there were times she was mad as hell. She couldn't stand the sight of me or even smell. I had to take some clothes of mine to a guest room and sleep there for days, until she calmed down and came back to her senses. All in all, I was blessed to have her and I was treating her like the queen she was. I loved that young woman with every inch and beat of my heart. She was right here at my side, now and forever.

I watched her sleeping so peacefully on her back. Her tummy was huge. I rested my palms and it and immediately felt them kicking as if they were playing soccer. A big smile crossed my face. At anytime, any day, any hour, I would meet those two in there. I already vowed to be the father my dad never was to me. I would love my kids and protect them to the best of my abilities. Hell, I would have heads if anyone harmed them.

I couldn't help but remember the first baby we'd lost the year before. God had blessed us with two this time. So maybe she didn't actually lose the baby after all, maybe the baby came back as the other's twin. Call me crazy, I know, but I was at peace with how my life had changed and would continue to change.

I had taken a leave from the company. My new COO, Larry Dunne, a brilliant and educated man, was left in charge in my absence. I wanted to be closer to Emma when her water broke. I wanted to be the one in the room with her. I wanted to be the one who saw the babies first. I was anxious. It had just become July and her birthday was closing in along with our one year engagement anniversary.

"Hi," she said softly, opening her eyes and looking at me.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" 

She had been having terrible back pain due to the pregnancy. I'd stayed up last night rubbing her back.

"I can't wait to drop this load," she said, trying to get out of bed; I assisted her. She was rolling like a ball. 

I took her bedroom slippers from underneath the bed and placed them on her feet since she couldn't bend and all. I help her to the bathroom, supporting her back and taking slow steps.

"Thanks for doing this," she said as she washed her hands.

"Baby, are you kidding me? It's my pleasure to do these things for you."

"Here then," she said, and handed me a razor. 

I had done it before so I knew exactly what to do and I didn't mind. I got the high and low areas for her then we took our shower together.

"You're so sexy in the shower." 

We hadn't had sex in a while. 

She was too big and bruised easily. I didn't enjoy hurting her just to pleasure myself so I refrained, waiting until it was perfect again. Of course, she had packed on some pounds; she gained a bigger, rounder booty and fuller bust. The babies would have to share those with me because those things were tempting my mouth. She was perfect. She was perfect in the beginning, but not like this. I was more attracted to her like this.

"So, babe, I've been thinking we could finally have the wedding once the twins are one."

"No. Why so long?" I wished we could get married right away but she wanted the twins to be in our wedding pictures instead of hiding in the womb.

"Because at least at that age they'll be more developed."

"Another year is too long baby. I want us to get married sooner than that. I've called you my fiancee for almost a year now so it's about time I call you my wife."

"Okay, I understand. We'll do it in the next six months. Wait, that's December right?"

"Yeah."

"The day after Christmas would be perfect! I always dreamed of getting married the day after Christmas."

"Okay. The day after Christmas it is."

"I love you!" she said excitedly and moved in to kiss me, but her stomach pushed me out of the way. "I'm so sorry."She put her hands over her mouth to stop the laughter.

"You're planning on killing me. I can see that already."

"No. Not me. The kids."

I turned off the shower and I wrapped her with my towel. She was doing the same but I was certain I could still hear water running.

"Babe..." she began. 

I peered to the knobs of the shower.

"Babe, it's not the shower. It's me."

Those words moved like lightening to my ears. I took her out of the shower and threw a large dress over her, covering her body/ A wheelchair had been waiting in the bedroom since the end of June. She sat it in, groaning. I moved her to the elevator down and into the medical room, calling for the on-call doctor and nurse, who had been occupying the guest rooms downstairs since her due date, about two weeks ago, waiting for this very moment.

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"Deep breaths Emma. Deep. On three, I want you to push. Okay?" the doctor instructed.

I was right next to her, wiping the sweat from her face.

"Okay. Now push!"

"AAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!"

"Another one. You can do it, Emma. Push!"

"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!"

"Emma, I need you to push harder; the baby is crowning now. This is it. I want you to push Emma. Pussshhh!"

"AAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGH!"

Tiny cries filled the room.

"It's a boy," the doctor said.

"Ethan!" Emma screamed, digging her nails into my hand. 

I flinched at the pain but I held onto her. "Okay baby. Just one more. Push again."

"PUSH!" the doctor said.

"ARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

More tiny cries filled the room.

"Excellent job, Emma," said the doctor. "It's a girl. Okay, Ethan, you may wanna leave the room just for a bit. We'll call you back in when they've been cleaned and we've made sure there were no complications."

I kissed Emma on the forehead. "Great job, baby. I love you." 

I stepped out and went to find Halley. I didn't have to look for her long, she was already waiting anxiously in living room.

"Hey. She's given birth to the twins."

"Congratulations!" she screamed and threw her arms around me.

"Um, Emma and I had been meaning to ask if you'd be the godmother."

Tears welled up in her eyes and she nodded yes. She was too excited and happy to speak. 

I smiled at her and hugged her. "You can tell the others."

"Okay," she said, wiping her tears away.

"Mr. Hollen. Your babies." The doctor handed me two sleeping faces, each wrapped up in a baby blanket. 

They looked like me with jet black hair, but a natural tanned complexion, which was understandable because of their mom's coffee complexion. 

I was overwhelmed with joy, happiness, glee, and cheerfulness. I wanted to run up a mountain and scream "I'm a father!" at the top of my lungs. 

I kissed their little faces and went back to Emma, Evan and Emily in my arms.