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Catch the Wind

Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!

Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)

30. Hush Up, You Clown

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Everyone jammed into the hospital room while we waited for Carlisle. He had another delivery that he was right in the middle of before we came. All he had time to do was shove an IV into my arm, and start me on some sort of drug. I started feeling a little fuzzy as soon as he put it in. He told me it was to calm me down.

It worked.

Bella was on my right side, clinging to my hands. “Oh, I wish I knew what to do!” she cried. “Are you hungry, thirsty, tired, anything?”

I shook my head. “Nope! I'm peachy.”

“It's going to be fine,” crooned my dad, pushing my hair out of my face. He kissed my forehead.

“I reckon so!” I exclaimed, then frowned. What kind of person said “I reckon so” in a normal conversation? The drugs must have been getting to me.

Jack was at the foot of the bed, clutching at the railing. He was looking at my stomach, a worried look on his face. He was dressed in green scrubs.

“You look so silly,” I said.

He smiled and squeezed my leg. “I look silly?”

You better hush your face!” I retorted, then, once again, frowned. What kind of adult said “hush your face” to another adult?

Emmett paced the length of my bed muttering things to fast for me to understand. He stopped, and looked at Esme. “You realize you're going to be a great-grandma?” he asked.

Esme was standing by the door, waiting for Carlisle. “And do you know you're going to be a great-uncle?” she replied.

“Oh... damn,” he murmured, and went back to his pacing.

“I'm going to be a grandma!” squealed my mom. “I'm not even that old!”

“Yeah, okay,” said Jasper sarcastically. “You're not old at all.” He grinned.

“Look who's talking!” exclaimed Bella.

Rosalie stood in the corner, completely silent.

“You're hair is pretty today, Rose,” I noted. It was always best to start a conversation with Rosalie off with a compliment. Always.

“Thanks, Axelle.” Her voice lacked its usual biting tone. I had to remember to ask her what was wrong.

“He's coming!” exclaimed Esme, opening the door. Carlisle strode in, and I laughed hysterically. It had to be the drugs, but it was like he was some kind of superhero. I wondered where his cape was, or his trusty sidekick. I assumed the sidekick was off doing things like Carlisle dry cleaning, and washing his car. You know, the usual sidekick duties.

“I'm here,” he said officially, making me giggle even harder.

“And where is your utility belt?” I asked seriously.

Everyone ignored me, and focused their gaze on Carlisle.

“Okay, Axelle. We're going to wheel you down the hall, and only Jack is allowed to come. Twins almost always come early, there's no need to fret. I'm sure they'll be two happy and healthy babies,” he said.

I nodded, and resisted the urge to tell him that I reckoned they would be healthy babies.

A nurse came in to help Carlisle wheel me down the hall. “There you are!” I exclaimed as they pushed me out the door. “Have you finished the dry cleaning?”

Jack walked next to the bed. “Are you okay, Axelle?”

“Oh, I'm great. Everything is all gravy with me,” I sighed.

I heard everyone saying that they loved me as I was pushed through a set of two doors. I closed my eyes after that, for the lights on the ceiling were blinding.

I vaguely remember Carlisle asking for a vial of some kind of medicine, and then my entire lower body went numb.

Jack grabbed my hand, and I opened my eyes. “What's going on down there?” I asked loudly, glaring at the surgical screen they had above my stomach.

Jack glanced over the curtain. I kind of wanted to watch, but I knew that throwing up while having babies taken out of my body probably wouldn't be a good thing.

“Carlisle just cut you,” he answered, returning his gaze to my face.

“That jerk,” I muttered.

Carlisle laughed, despite the babies he was extracting from my womb.

“Hush up, you clown!” I exclaimed.

I couldn't feel a single thing the whole time. I heard a strange noise after a few minutes, and of course, asked Jack to tell me what it was.

“Now you're all stapled up!” exclaimed Jack.

“Jack, you need to go to the nursery with the babies,” said Carlisle. “And you can have this, Axelle.” I saw him shoot something into my IV bag, and I fell asleep right away.

It was, quite possibly, the shortest sleep I'd ever had. I woke up in an entirely different room, and there was nobody there with me. I still felt... strange, to say the least. I had a feeling I'd be drugged for awhile, what with the whole I just got cut open thing.

“Hello!” I called. “Hello!”

Nobody came.

“Is there anybody out there?” I called again. My voice was weak. “Does anybody know where anyone is? Fa-a-amly,” I sang.

The door opened, and I was relieved to see Jack. “We're right here,” he whispered. He had a small bundle of blankets in each of his arms.

“Oh,” I breathed. I leaned back and opened my arms.

He placed a baby on each side.

“Allegra, Ansel, meet your mommy,” he whispered.

Ansel was on my right, and Allegra was on my left. They had their dad's jet black hair, and my pale skin and blue eyes. They looked at me, their eyes transfixed on my face.

“Hi, Allegra. Hi, Ansel,” I murmured.

Jack sat next to me on the bed, and gazed at the babies in my arms. “Middle names?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

“Hmm... what was the thing that brought us together?”

I thought back to when we first met each other. It seemed like an eternity ago. I remembered one day after school, Jack came over to my house. I showed him the music collection. He just about keeled over when I showed him all of our records.

“40s music, swing dancing, old things?”

“Works for me.”

“Allegra... Ava Black?”

“From Ava Gardner. Nice choice. I like it,” muttered Jack. “What about Ansel?”

“You come up with that one,” I said.

“Ansel Astaire Black,” said Jack without pausing to think.

“You've thought about this before, haven't you?” I giggled.

He nodded guiltily.

“Well, I like it. And now that they're born, we're going to need a place to keep them, wont we? How about you show us that place you have not shown me yet? We can sleep in it tonight!” I exclaimed.

“No way, love. You have to stay here for three more days!” Jack laughed.

My jaw dropped, and that made Jack laugh harder.

“I thought you knew! That's how it always is!”

“I did not know that, thank you very much!” I wanted to live in a house of my own! And for the first time during my hospital stay, I wasn't the one laughing.