Friday Flash Fiction~~~ “Meet Us”

Happy Friday!!  Here is your weekly flash fiction.  This story is the birth of Kane and Delilah’s twin girls.  I hope you enjoy it. 

Meet Us


“Kane, I’m scared,” Delilah cried, as I ran alongside the gurney toward the operating room.  “It’s not time!  Kane, don’t let them take my babies!”

“Shhh,” I said, trying to calm her panic.  “Just relax, kitten.  Please.  They know what they’re doing.”  My panic?  Yeah, it had reached a boiling point the moment she called out from the bedroom less than an hour ago.  She’d started bleeding, a lot.  Then came the pains.  I’d never been so scared in my entire life.  Seeing her helpless and hurting was the most terrifying experience of my life, knowing I couldn’t do anything to save her, or our children.

Something was wrong, our babies were in distress and they were going to take them early.  We still had three weeks left before they were due.

“Mr. Maddox,” a nurse stopped me as we reached the operating room doors.  “You need to change into these scrubs and wash up while they are prepping your wife.”

I quickly pulled the dark purple scrubs over my clothes and washed my hands with soap.  They gave me a face mask and I was in the doors, just as they were pulling a sheet up over Delilah’s chest.  She now donned an oxygen mask.  Her breathing had slowed, but tears streamed down her face as she lay on the table, her arms were out to the side.

“I’m here,” I said, stroking the hair back from her face.

“What are they doing,” she asked, tears still streaming down her face.

I risked looking over the sheet and sat down quickly. “Just getting everything ready, kitten.  You’re doing great.”

“Mrs. Maddox,” Doc Michaels said, his voice was muffled slightly behind the mask he wore over his mouth.  “We’re going to make the incision.”

I kept my eyes on Delilah, waiting for the first sign of our babies to be delivered.  The room was quiet, except for the beeping of monitors attached to my wife and the soft voices of the doctor and nurses.

The next twenty minutes were frantic as our daughters were born.

“Baby one, a girl.  Time 3:07 p.m.,” Doc Michaels called out.  I risked looking up as I saw my daughter for the first time.  A head full of black hair and little chubby arms and legs greeted me as I watched the nurse take her over to a clear bassinet to weigh her and take measurements.

“Weight 5 pounds and 12 ounces.  Nineteen inched long,” the nurse called.

“Ok, Delilah,” Doc Michaels said, bringing my attention back to him.  “Let’s get the next one.”

“Kane,” Delilah said, grabbing the scrub pants I was wearing.  I looked into her eyes and the hazel was sparkling with unshed tears.  “Is she okay?”

“She looks fine,” I promised. I really had no clue if I was even correct.  I just wanted Delilah to be okay and my babies to be healthy.

I looked up just as they were taking the second one from Delilah’s womb.  “Baby two, a girl.  Time 3:12 p.m.”

A second nurse scooped her up and took her to a different bassinet to be weighed.  “Weight 4 pound 12 ounces. Seventeen and a half inches long,” she called out.

“Why is she so small,” Delilah cried.  “I want to see them.”

“Sometimes one of the babies are smaller,” Doc Michaels said.  He worked on Delilah, finishing up on her surgery while we watched our daughters being tended too.

The nurse picked up the first one born, walking over to us.  She held the bundle carefully as she transferred her to my awaiting arms.

“She’s beautiful,” I whispered, looking into my daughter’s eyes for the first time.  Her little pink lips were pushed out into a pout, her eyes moved around as she took in her new surroundings.  “Hello, Bella Marie Maddox.”

I held her carefully and leaned over so that Delilah could kiss her chubby cheek.  “Hey, baby girl.  Momma loves you.”

“She looks just like you,” I said, thankful they were going to take after their mother.

The nurse took her, saying they had to run some more test and they’d return the babies when we were done.

I reached out for Bella’s identical twin sister as the second nurse approached.  “Hello, Mariana Ashland Maddox, you are so tiny.”

“Let me see her,” Delilah insisted.  Holding our smallest baby in my hands, I let Delilah kiss her as well.  Her hair was slightly thinner than her sisters.  Her eyes were just as wide and her lips formed the same tiny pout.

Each of them were cleaned, weighed, and given a check by the doctors who were waiting for them to arrive.

“They look fine, but we want to watch them for a little while, Mrs. Maddox,” a pediatrician said.  I was in such a state of shock that I didn’t catch her name.

“When can I see them again,” Delilah asked.

“As soon as you are up to moving around,” she promised.

“Okay,” she said, looking at me for reassurance.

“They’re going to be fine,” I promised.

Delilah started to say something, but her eyes went wide.  “K…Kane.  I…I don’t feel good.”

The moment seemed to stop in time.  Doc Michaels cursed and the words spilled from his mouth.  I didn’t understand much of what he was saying before I heard something that chilled me to the bone, “She’s hemorrhaging!”

My world turned on its head when I was pushed away from Delilah.  I screamed her name, but the nurse wouldn’t let me touch her.  “Mr. Maddox, we have to help your wife.  You will have to stay out here.  I will come back and keep you updated, but she’s bleeding very badly and we have to stop it.”

“Is she going to be okay,” I begged.  Oh God, please!

“We don’t know,” she said, before ducking back into the operating room.

I slumped to the floor, tears sprung to my eyes.  My wife, my beautiful wife, was in danger and I couldn’t help her.

Standing up, I peeked through the little window in the door and all I could see were the doctors and nurses working over her.  The only thing I could see of Delilah was her right hand with my name tattooed across the backs of her fingers.

I would give my life to be in the one on the table if she’d just live.  We’d been through so much in such a short amount of time.  I’d planned on growing old with her, living our lives with our children.  I couldn’t lose her…I just couldn’t.

The nurse found me almost an hour later sitting in a chair that someone had brought me. My hands were covering my red, swollen eyes.  I’d prayed and prayed that she would be okay.

“Mr. Maddox,” she said.  I looked up into her eyes and my heart fell to my feet when I saw her smiling.  “Your wife is going to be just fine.  We stopped the bleeding, but we are going to watch her for a little while to make sure she is okay.  If you’d like, you can come back inside.  She’s asking for you.”

“Thank you,” I said, jumping up and pulling the woman into my arm.  I hugged her and spun her around, laughing at the happiness she brought me with the news.

Quickly, I rushed into the operating room where I found Delilah.  Her eyes were closed as they cleaned her up from surgery.

“Delilah,” I said, taking a seat next to her head.  Her eyes were glassy and the smile on her face told me that they’d given her some type of sedative.

“Hey,” she whispered.  “I’m fine.”

“You sure are,” I sighed.  “I love you.”

“I love you, Kane,” she said, closing her eyes from exhaustion.

“Let’s get you to a room, Mrs. Maddox,” the nurse said.  “You need to rest.”

“I want to see my babies,” she demanded.

“I think that would be a great idea,” the nurse said.  “We will bring them to your room once you are settled.”

“Can I go get them,” I asked.

“You can come with me and help,” the nurse smiled.  “Come on papa, you might as well get used to having two instead of one.”

I followed the nurse down the hall and into the nursery.  They compared my wrist band to the matching ones on our baby’s ankle.  I pushed one bassinet while the nurse pushed the other.  Bella Marie was named after Delilah’s mom and was fast asleep in the one I was pushing.  Mariana Ashland was named after Mary and Ash, my two best friends.  She was so tiny and fast asleep in her own crib.

As the nurse left us alone in the room, I looked at my wife who was fast asleep and my two beautiful daughters, who looked just like their mother and said a prayer of thanks for keeping them safe from harm.  Now, it was my turn to make sure that they were taken care of and I was so ready for the job.

I sat down in the chair where I could watch over my girls.

“Yep, I’m so ready for this,” I smiled.

About Author Theresa Hissong

International Best Selling Author of Contemporary & Paranormal Romance.
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