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Bianca's POV
At twenty weeks I was beginning to look more and more pregnant, my breasts were swollen and none of my clothes could fit me anymore. I had to were loose clothes and this was a hustle considering I was working as a lawyer, and I had to wear formal.
I swear my mother was more excited about my pregnancy than I was, she made sure I took my morning sickness pills, vitamins, and kept continuous tabs on me while I was at work.
We walked into the hospital on a usual Sunday morning after church. We would be finding out the baby's sex today, I felt bigger than most women I saw in the waiting room with me. Even though some were further along compared to me. I guess this was going to be one hell of a baby, I smiled to my self thinking about having a huge baby.
My temper was also worsening with every passing day, last week I yelled at Laurel for looking at me too long and last night I yelled at Brandon at the office for putting my pen the wrong way.
Speaking of Brandon, he has become one of my best friends at the firm. Some people actually mistake us for a couple but that's just weird, he's like the brother I never had. His father owned the firm but he didn't act like it, he was filthy rich and an occasional playboy but he was sincere. I knew he had a crush on his elderly driver's daughter but none of them admitted it because they were too scared. Brandon's father didn't approve of her anyway.
I was sitting in the waiting room growing impatient by the minute, I don't even know why I was waiting here for so long. My mother had gone to the bathroom and I sat here waiting. I was staring at nothing in particular when a figure obstructed my line of vision. A random man stood in front of me.
"Are you pregnant?" He asked.
I looked at him, then I looked at my baby bump then I looked back at him and continued doing this a couple of times in confusion before replying.
"Oh, this?" I asked rubbing my protruding belly.
"No I'm not pregnant I'm just walking around with a basketball in my dress." I replied sarcastically.
He looked at me wide-eyed at my outburst and walked away.
I could feel my mood darken. What on earth is wrong with people? I don't really know why my encounter with this man had gotten on my nerves.
Just then, my mom came back and we were called to meet my doctor.
I stomped in and plopped myself on the usual seat. My mom closely watched my actions and squinted her eyes at me motioning for me to behave.
"Hello Bianca, good to see you. What seems to be the problem?" The doctor asked looking through my file.
"Oh just ignore her, her mood worsens by the day and her appetite grows by the second." My mother teased.
Dr. Markus chuckled in response. "Well let's see what we have here." He instructed me to lie down and pull up my loose shirt, just so that my stomach was exposed.
"Okay, this is going be a little cold." He warned
"Well, it's never warm." I said giving him an eye roll.
He just chuckled keeping his cool, I'm sure he's been in this situation quite a number of times and has grown accustomed to such behaviour from pregnant women.
He waved the wand around my stomach and the familiar figure that I still couldn't make sense of appeared on the screen, a heartbeat was also heard through the monitor. That sound always made my heart fill with so much Joy.
"Okay, it looks like we're having a boy here." he said paying attention to the screen. He moved around on my belly for a few more moments. Then he stopped and looked at my mom and me in awe.
"It's also a girl." He said with a broad smile on his face.
I sat in utter shock.
"WHAT?" I yelled out.
"My baby has two genders?" I questioned in horror.
My mother face palmed herself and left it up to the doctor to clarify.
"Not two genders, two babies." He explained.
My heart almost exploded with joy, I almost wish their father could be here for this. But that wasn't possible. I still couldn't bring myself to tell either Benjamin, Genevieve, or Lucas. I was just too afraid of Lucas's reaction.
Call me dumb but I was burnt once by this man and I was scared to make the same mistake. Things weren't even supposed to end up how they did that night.
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2 months later (She is 7 months along)
I have to say I have gotten huge over the last months, my feet were constantly aching and I couldn't stand for too long. I was always tired and Brandon forced me to stop coming to work the day he heard I was having twins, he claimed working would be too much for the babies and too many lives depended on me. However, he comes to visit me quite often.
"Hola Seรฑorita!" I heard Brandon call from the door. He walked into the living room finding me seated on the armchair with my feet propped up on the coffee table.
"Oh right in time to give me a good leg rub." I said
"You've got to be kidding me." He whines
"I swear you're only friends with me so I can give you foot massages after work." he fake complained.
"What?" I asked in fake shock.
"There is more to it, you're the boss's son and soon to be boss. That itself comes with multiple benefits, the leg rubs are just a bonus." I explained and winked at him.
He clutched his chest in pain "Ouch! Oh, how you break my fragile heart." He cried dramatically.
"Goodness! You're even worse than Laurel." I said.
We sat around for a while not doing anything and talking about nothing in particular. Then, I got up to go fetch a glass of water.
"Sit I'll get it for you." Brandon insisted.
"I'm pregnant, not lame, I can still do stuff." I pressed.
He just looked at me in defeat. "Now come over here and help me up."
He helped me up and I went off on my way. as I put the glass in the sink, I felt water trickle down my thigh and I froze in shock.
Brandon walked in to find me frozen in shock, he looked at the puddle at my feet and scrunched up his nose.
"Did you just pee yourself?" He asked.
"My water broke." I chocked out, still in shock.
He also froze and we just stood there for a few moments before the situation sunk in. Soon after, we both burst into a fit of chaos.
"OMG! What do I DO?"
"Go get my bag upstairs, everything is already packed."
Just then a contraction hit and I doubled over, one hand holding on to the counter and the other holding my tummy.
"Does it hurt?"
"NO, IT TICKLES." I screamed breathlessly, my breaths were shallow and sharp.
Brandon ran up the stairs and fumbled around for my bag before running back down. He rushed down the stairs and out the door without me.
"BRANDOOOONNNN!" I screamed after him.
He came back in and mumbled a sorry and picked me up bridal style. He put me in the back of his SUV and climbed into the front. He sped out and onto the main road off to the hospital.
I sat in the back of his car occasionally screaming out in pain and then catching my breath as the wave of pain subsided. This continued until we reached the hospital in record time. He carried me screaming into the emergency room.
"SHE'S IN LABOUR!" He shouted.
Instantly a few nurses rushed to me and attended to me.
"Ma'am please don't push yet." One of them said.
"It's not me pushing, I'M BEING PUSHED- Ahhhhhh" I replied.
"Breath, breath" another encouraged
"Oh really? I almost forgot. I know I have to breath dammit." I answered in frustration.
I was being pulled apart from inside, my whole body was becoming undone. The pressure in my lower region was inhumane, I was being ripped open.
"Push Bianca push"
"Ahhhhhh" I complied.
After what felt like endless hours the midwife spoke.
"Okay here it comes, one big last push," The midwife said.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed and fell limp when a piercing cry shot across the room.
"Once more Bianca, you're doing really good."
"AHHHHHHH!" I responded.
"Come on Bianca." They encouraged.
After 3 minutes another piercing scream was heard. My kids were born at 11:20 and 11:23 pm. The boy came first and then the girl, they weighed 2.5 kg and 2.2 Kg. They were brought to me wrapped in a pink and blue shawl.
My mother, sister, and Brandon walked in together smiling.
I looked down to see a striking resemblance to his father, especially their eyes. The grey stormy eyes of my son dropped to sleep as I suckled him.
"What are you going to call him?" Mom asked.
"Isaac Andre de la Martini." I whispered
I looked to my other angle and saw the same grey stormy eyes, Lucas's genes don't play I thought to myself. At least everything else looked me.
"Isabella Andrea de la martini." I whispered.
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A/N
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