Chapter Sixty-Two

Five

"Either I just peed myself or... I think I'm in labor." I probably should've chose my words better, because as soon as the words left my mouth, Scott's eyes went wide and he began pacing and taking quick, shallow breaths.

I looked down at the floor, noticing the water was dripping from my leggings to the floor. I should probably shower, yeah, that seems like the right decision. Calm my nerves and get clean. I grabbed a towel and tossed it at Scott, who was freaking out.

"Will you clean up the mess? I'm going to go shower." My voice was calm and level as I walked out of the room. I didn't make it far, though, because Scott was pulling me back to face him. "Shower? Don't you need to go to the hospital?" His eyes were panicked and wide.

A smile found its way to my lips, all my anger at him dissipated, how could I be angry at a time like this? No, I needed to stay calm. "Scott, we need to stay calm and relaxed. Don't stress me out, okay?"

I waited for his nod before continuing. "We can't go to the hospital yet, remember the contractions have to be five minutes apart and be consistent for an hour. Right now, I don't know how far apart they are, so we need to start keeping track. It will all be okay."

"I'll clean up," he turned back to the kitchen and I sighed. I had to stay calm. I needed to breath and take a shower. "Why's Scott freaking out?" Stiles asked, concern evident in his voice. I smiled at him, trying to keep my breathing level. "My water broke and he's freaking out."

Stiles' eyes went wide and he began waving his hands around like a maniac. "Your, what? Shouldn't we be going to the hospital?" I put my hand over Stiles' mouth, his tone was making me anything but calm and the doctor said it was important for me to be calm and not raise my blood pressure.

"No, I can't go yet. We have to keep track of my contractions, okay. That'll be your job, keep track of how far apart they are. I'm going to go shower, and try to relax. You should get money to pay for the thai food."

Stiles stared at me blankly for a moment, god I don't have time for this. "Stiles, I want my food, now!" I snapped, turning to walk toward the bathroom when I saw him dialing a number. A shower will do me good.

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I was sitting in the living room, eating thai food and surrounded by my two boys. Stiles was sitting across from me, bouncing his knee and checking his watch every so often, and Scott, well, he was freaking out.

He was pacing the living room one minute and then he'd be beside me the next, asking how I was feeling and if I needed anything. I was fine and I didn't. I needed to stay relaxed and calm, that is what I needed, and his pacing wasn't helping.

As another contraction hit, Stiles shouted out, "five! That's five minutes again, do we go now?" If I wasn't in so much pain I'd slap him. I felt Scott's hand grab mine, the familiar feeling of his hand in mine was soothing and oddly irritating at the same time.

I gripped his hand tightly as I felt the pain grow, it was like a knife was being driven through my uterus. But, as soon as it was gone, I felt better. I breathed a sigh of relief and loosened my grip on Scott's hand.

"No, we don't go yet, Stiles. How long have they been at five minutes?" I asked, turning to him, taking a bite of my thai food as I did so. Stiles sighed, leaning back in his chair, "thirty minutes." I nodded, "okay so, thirty more minutes of this and then we can go, okay?"

Shit, its getting close. Is this actually happening? No, calm, Victoria, stay calm. I took a deep breath in, out, in, out. After a moment I felt more relaxed. "Scott, can you go grab the bags from my room? We should have them ready. Oh, I also need my pillow and my phone charger!"

Scott was quick to get what I needed, setting it all by the door so it was ready when it was time to go. I leaned against the side of the couch so my legs could stretch out, my feet hurt and so did my back. Scott didn't even think about it, he just started rubbing my feet for me, knowing how much they've been bothering me.

I smiled slightly, covering it up with a spoonful of noodles. I forgot how thoughtful he could be. I rubbed my belly while sighing, "I can't believe this is happening..." I mumbled quietly, loud enough though that both of them could hear.

"You and everyone else, Scott looks like he's about to faint and why are you so calm?" Stiles was waving his hands around with a confused gaze. I took a breath, trying not to snap at him. "The doctor said I had to stay calm and breathe, so that is what I'm doing. Your guys' panicking isn't helping though."

Scott ran his hands through his hair, "I thought we had more time." He mumbled his words that I had to struggle to hear, but I caught it. So did I, Scott, so did I. I groaned as I felt another contraction push through my back and stomach, I could feel tears build up in my eyes at the pain, but I didn't let them fall. I was strong enough to do this, I got this.

"That was four minutes..." Stiles spoke after the pain passed, his eyes were wide as he looked between me and Scott. I felt my heart rate increase and I moved myself to a standing position, I'm not ready.

I shook my head, "your watch is wrong." I picked up my thai food mess, taking it to the kitchen to throw away, at least that was my intention before Scott took it for me. "Tori, I think its time to go to the hospital," Stiles spoke softly, his voice was lined with shock.

A laugh bubbled from my throat as I shook my head again, turning to face both boys, "nope. We're not going yet. I actually think I'm fine, false alarm, y'know, it happens. I'm gonna go fold blankets." I turned toward the hallway, making my way back to the nursery.

I began unfolding blankets and then refolding them. Everything had to be perfect. I felt my panic rise slightly. I wasn't ready. I can't do this. How am I supposed to take care of two little people? I can't do this. What was I thinking?

My eyes scanned the nursery, looking over the two cribs and the rocking chair that sat between them. Nope, I still have time.

Another contraction hit me and I gripped onto the edge of the crib, "oooohhhh." I laughed through it, tears blurring my vision as I took in the pain. Nothing prepared me for this pain. And now I have to push out two babies?

No, not today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today.

I stood up and made my way back to the living room, Scott and Stiles were talking in hushed voices when I walked in. "Scott, can you put the bags away for me?" Scott gave me a confused look. "What,"

A laugh left my throat as I shook my head, "I'm not doing this today." Stiles gave me a look, "Tori, you're crying." I reached a hand up to my eyes, feeling that I was indeed crying. A sob left my lips and I felt myself feeling so overwhelmed.

Scott came up and put his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly. "I can't do this Scott. I'm not ready, I don't know what I'm doing. What if they don't like me? What if I'm a horrible mother or I drop them or something?"

I was sobbing, my hands gripping Scott's shirt tightly. Scott wiped away my tears, "Victoria, it'll be okay. We'll get through this. We need to go to the hospital though, okay?" I nodded, sniffling slightly.

"Stiles," I turned to my brother who was juggling all of my bags and stuff so it could go out to the car. "Can you call dad? I need dad."

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I hate hospitals. I don't know if it's because its where I've spent a lot of time recently or if its because my mother died here, but either way, I hate them. I was just glad I was in a room by myself. No roommate for me.

I had to wear a scratchy hospital gown, thankfully it wasn't a paper gown though, that would suck. My dad, Melissa, Scott and Stiles were all in the room with me. It felt nice to have them all here, supporting me.

The doctor said I was dilated to 7 centimeters, which meant I was pretty close, and 100% thinned, whatever that means. "How're you feeling?" My dad asked as I began pacing the room, I didn't like sitting around waiting. I'm not the most patient person.

"I feel like I need to walk or something," I stated honestly, my hand was pulling the iv thing with me as I moved, I didn't was the thing to rip out of my hand. It hurt enough going in. My dad stood up, "I'll walk with you."

I smiled at him and he put his hand on my back as we began walking the floor. We were silent for awhile as we walked. I could hear babies crying as we got closer to where all the babies were held if they weren't being kept with the moms.

"They're so cute," I smiled at them, finding their little noses and tiny hands adorable. My dad chuckled slightly, rubbing my back with his hand, "soon you'll have two of those." I groaned, "don't remind me."

I turned and began walking back, not wanting to talk about it. All it did was stress me out, and I needed to stay calm. "What's wrong, Victoria?" My dad questioned, his brows furrowed in concern. I rolled my lip between my teeth before speaking.

"I'm scared, daddy. I don't know what I'm doing, what if I fuck it all up and they hate me?" Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at him, I was so scared. My dad smiled at me sadly before pulling me into a hug, his hand rubbing the back of my head. "You won't fuck it up, you're going to do amazing. And you're not alone, okay?"

He pulled back to look at me, "you've got me, your brother, Scott, Melissa, all your friends... So many people are here to help you with whatever you need. You're going to be okay." I nodded, sniffling slightly as I took in his words, which only slightly diminished my fears.

I grabbed onto my dads arm tightly as a contraction hit, he immediately used his arms to support me so I didn't fall over or something. "Breathe, Victoria." I nodded, taking a breath in, out, in, out.

It passed quickly and I let out a shaky breath. "We should get back to the room," I said. My dad nodded and we made our way back to the room. "Ooh, you know what sounds good, a grilled cheese. Can you go see if they have it in the cafeteria?" I asked, batting my lashes.

Scott cleared his throat, "they said you can only have ice chips, Tori. In case there's a problem and they need to operate." I let out a groan as I climbed back in the bed. "I'm starving." My dad pressed a kiss to my head, "I'll go get you some more ice chips."

Melissa followed him out the door, giving my hand a squeeze before she left. "Where's my phone?" I asked after a moment, we'd been in the hospital for three hours now and I was tired of doing nothing.

Stiles handed me my phone before sitting beside Scott in the chairs. "So, did you guys pick out names?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, we had told everyone that we were waiting until they were here to release the names. "Yes, but you'll just have to wait to find out," I responded with a smirk.

Stiles rolled his eyes before sinking back in his chair, "a hint at least?" I smiled as I pondered, "the baby boys initials are NSM." Another contraction hit me, this one worse than all the others. "Fuck," I breathed as I gripped onto the railings on either side of the bed.

Scott and Stiles were quickly on either side of me, holding my hands, which probably wasn't the best idea as I squeezed them tightly, hearing Stiles groan in pain. Once it passed I let go, only to see Stiles shaking his hand, "ow."

"Please, that was nothing compared to what I was just feeling," I mumbled, trying to get comfortable in the bed, which was impossible. My back hurt, my vagina hurt, my boobs hurt, everything hurt.

I pressed the button to call the nurse, I want to be checked again. It didn't take long for her to walk in, her name was Bianca and she was so sweet. "Can you check again? My last two contractions were really close."

Bianca nodded and went over to the machine, looking over how far apart they were. "Okay, put your legs in the stirrups and I'll check you." I nodded, scooting down on the bed while Scott helped my put my legs up.

This was probably the worst part of the whole thing, I've had like five people check my vagina since I've been here... and it was weird. I winced as she put her gloved hand up, gasping as she did so.

"What's wrong?" I asked, worry dripping from my tone. As she began to respond, another contraction hit me. "It looks like you're at 9 centimeters, it'll be time to push soon! Are you sure you don't want the epidural? This will be our last chance to administer it."

I nodded, "no, I want to do all natural." She nodded and went to the sink to wash her hands, "I'll be back in in a few minutes, press the button if you notice any changes." I nodded again, not knowing what to say. It was almost time.

I looked at Scott with wide eyes, "it's almost time." I gulped when he grabbed my hand in his own. "Yeah."