I Found the Babies

Prologue

"Terrence!"

A loud bellow pulled me out of my hazy, half-asleep state and I opened my eyes to look around before flipping onto my stomach and trying to get some more sleep. Whatever he wanted, it could wait. It couldn't be more important than my sleep, could it? I took a look at my alarm clock.

It was freaking three in the morning!

I snuggled into the comfort of my bed once again, trying to ignore the yelling of my father from right across the room as I groaned and pulled the comforter above my head, blocking out all the noise.

So much for wanting to spend time with my family.

"Terrence! Wake up! Fast! Larissa went into labour! I need your help!" My father shouted again, his voice penetrating through the comforter as I groaned again and pulled the comforter tighter against me.

Wait!

Larissa went into labour!

My step mother just went into labour!

Why couldn't he say that earlier!? Panic coursed through me as the situation's seriousness dawned, and suddenly I was flinging the comforter away and hopping out of the bed as I ran into the room where my father and his wife of two years were supposed to be sleeping. As I went closer to the room, I become more aware of the shrieks of agony that no doubt came from my step mother.

I winced inwardly at her shrieks and took deep breaths. I, then, entered just to have my stepmother stop shouting and screaming; looking at me with a weird look on her face.

Let me give you a warning: she was only two years elder to me, and I had no interest in elder women. She was nothing but a gold digger and I never understood what dad saw in her. She was so many things: dumb but somehow a manipulating bitch, intelligent enough to never cheat on my father. She was sexy, alright, and quite provocative, too, but when the term 'stepmother' was attached to her, my dick thought it was better to respect her and always stayed down; my eyes never went below her neck or wherever they shouldn't go. It wasn't that difficult, to be honest, Larissa's types were only good for a distracting fuck, especially when I was really bored.

My dad was so in love with her that he never paid attention to her person. He was blinded by his faith in her - not that she had given him a reason to be suspicious. It was just that I never felt that she appreciated or even gave a damn about how he felt. She was after his money, no doubt, because with my dad being almost twice her age, she knew that with his heart problems, he would not live that long.

"Terrence Powers! What is this!?" I heard my father's horrified voice, "Do you think you are of any help in this state?"

"Why? What's wrong-Oh... Oh!" I had looked down and found myself standing just in my navy blue boxers. No doubt Larissa was giving me those weird looks.

I gave dad a sheepish look and ran into my room, immediately throwing on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. I grabbed my phone and a peppermint from the nightstand. I had just realised that my breath smelled horrible and I didn't want to poison the car in fear of suffocating my unborn sibling. I quickly hopped down the stairs and found dad carrying Larissa towards the garage. I unlocked the car and helped him place her inside as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear and held her hands, stroking her cheeks and her hair.

For a moment, I wondered if Larissa even cared about all the things dad did for her. My jaw clenched as I thought about it, but then shook out of it, because right now, reaching hospital as soon as possible seemed to be of more importance.

I entered the hospital premises, luckily, without a potential speeding ticket, and carried Larissa to the lobby. A nurse immediately brought a stretcher and soon she was taken to the delivery room with my father in tow.